Chapter Eight

Morgan awoke to Jack’s cock prodding her from behind. Sighing, she pushed her ass back against him and lifted her leg, giving him easier access to her pussy. When he slipped easily inside her, she murmured, “Are you ever satisfied?”

Jack twisted her hair in his hand, using his grip to turn her face up to his. “You satisfy me so well it always leaves me wanting more. Maybe in fifty years I’ll finally have my fill of you.” His mouth took hers in a deep drugging kiss as his cock surged deep inside her.

Morgan didn’t think even fifty years would be enough for her, and then she didn’t think at all as she felt the first ripples of pleasure consume her. Jack let go of her hair and moved his arm around her waist, holding her tightly against his hard chest and pumping hips. She loved how being held so tightly made her feel, how her vulnerability over her not being able to move freely enhanced her pleasure. While one hand gripped his muscled forearm tightly, she moved the other between her legs, letting her fingers caress his cock and her entrance as he increased his thrusts.

“I like that, Princess,” he said hoarsely, watching her hand over her shoulder. “Spread your lips further, show me your clit.”

His demand thrilled her and she didn’t need any further encouragement to obey. Pushing her damp folds farther apart around his invading cock, she exposed her red, swollen clit to both their gazes.

“Rub it harder against my cock, baby. Let me see the pleasure I’m giving you.” His voice was strained, his breathing rough as his cock jerked in readiness for ejaculation.

Morgan mewled as she used her thumb to press the small bud harder against his drenched cock, then cried out as she exploded in climax. Keeping the pressure on her clit, she managed to use her fingers to continue stroking him as he took her hard, his groan signaling his own release.

“You could very well be the death of me, Morgan,” Jack said as he slowly left the warmth of her body. With a laugh of pure contentment, he kissed her hard, swatted her ass and jumped out of bed. Smiling at the way she was rubbing her red cheek and glaring at him, he warned, “You know what that look will get you.”

“You sure know how to put a damper on the afterglow, Master,” she said sarcastically. Pulling the covers up, she snuggled back down into bed. “You’ve had your fun, now go away.”

The persistent peel of her phone woke her an hour later. Not fully awake, she grabbed the offending object off the night stand and greeted the caller with a terse, “What?”

“Is that any way to answer your phone?”

Groaning, Morgan rolled over, sticking her head under the pillow. “What do you want, Mother?”

“Are you ready to come home yet, Morgan?”

“What do I have to do to get it through your head that I’m NOT marrying Joel? And, if I do come home, it’ll only be to pack my things and return here. I want to be with Jack.” Damn it, for once, why couldn’t her parents be supportive?

“Then you leave me no choice. If you don’t return home immediately and attend your engagement party Saturday night, your father will buy Jack’s loan on that place and then call it in. He and his partner will lose everything.”

“You wouldn’t!” she gasped in outrage as she sat up quickly. Jack and Marc both loved this place and had worked hard to make it successful. There was no way she’d be responsible for them losing it.

“We would,” Kathleen stated implacably. “Your father wants this merger, and since you’re our only child, you’ve left us with no choice.”

“So my happiness means nothing to you?” she whispered as the crushing blow of defeat pressed down on her.

“Really, Morgan, must you be so melodramatic? You can have a perfectly nice life with Joel. After you give him a child or two, you can do as you please, as long as you’re discreet. You can even spend your vacations in the mountains with Jack. After all we’ve done for you, you’d think you’d be grateful enough to repay us by helping out with this.”

Morgan closed her eyes, wishing she could shut out her mother as easily. Her parents had always thought that sending her to the best boarding school in the country, making sure she had gourmet meals and fancy clothes, was all a child needed. Thank God she had had Jack and Agatha, their cook, to show her that someone did care about her, that she was worthy of love. And because Jack meant everything to her, had been there for her when no one else had, she would not allow her parents to destroy his dream. She knew how hard he had worked and saved to buy this place. How could she bear it if she was the cause of him losing it? He would hate her if that happened, and that was the one thing she couldn’t bear.

“I’ll leave today, Mother. Tell Joel I’ll be there in time for the engagement party.” Morgan hung up and then ran into the bathroom. Standing under the shower, she let the sobs come. She had come so close to having everything she had ever wanted. It was only with Jack that she had ever been truly happy and when he had mentioned being together for fifty years this morning, she thought her heart would burst. Now, her future looked so bleak, she didn’t know how she could stand it. Jack would hate her after this, after pursuing him, practically throwing herself at him while assuring him it was what she wanted, he would never forgive her for turning away.

She couldn’t do it, she thought as she struggled to stop the tears. She couldn’t look into his face when she told him she was leaving without telling him why. She could never tell him of her parent’s threat, forcing him to choose between her or the lodge. That would not be fair, and though she had often been selfish in her demands of him growing up, she wasn’t a neglected little girl any more needing him to be there for her. This time, she needed to do what was right for him, no matter how much it hurt.

After drying off, she tried to cover the evidence of her tears with make-up and hoped Jack didn’t notice. Dressed in jeans and a sweater, she quickly stuffed her few belongings back in her bag, including Jack’s flannel shirt that she had practically lived in the past week. One week, that was all she had had with him, all the happiness she would ever know. Of course, she had no intentions of staying with Joel permanently. After she produced the required heir, she would file for divorce. She may have lost Jack, but that didn’t mean she was going to spend the rest of her life with that jerk. She’ll raise her child with all the love she hadn’t had, and hope that someday she could tell Jack the truth and that he will forgive her.

Leaving her bag until she could get away without being seen, she padded down the hall towards Jack and Marc’s voices coming from the kitchen.

“Well, look who finally woke up,” Marc greeted her with a smile.

Morgan smiled as best she could but knew it didn’t fool them as they watched her worriedly. Hopefully they’d put her reticence down to embarrassment over their threesome last night and not question her.

Jack noticed the change in Morgan as soon as he saw her and, since she was fine when he left the bedroom earlier, he could only surmise she was uncomfortable around Marc. Remembering what happened between Marc and Cassie, he hoped he hadn’t pushed her too far too fast. She had seemed to enjoy including Marc last night and had embraced the whole encounter with as much enthusiasm as she had everything else he introduced her to – not that he intended to share her often. Maybe she needed to be reassured of that, and of his feelings for her.

“We saved you some banana pancakes, Princess. Come help yourself.” Setting a plate in front of her as she took a seat at the counter, he then poured her a cup of coffee. “Marc and I have to go back to town to pick up some supplies at the Post Office. Want to come?” He hoped having her accompany them with no sexual overtures would help put her at ease.

“No, thanks. I’d rather draw some more,” she replied, thankful that her getaway was being made easy. She needed to leave as soon as possible, before she broke down and selfishly put her own happiness ahead of his.

“Morgan,” Marc said softly, “if you don’t want me to go, I’ll understand.”

“No! I mean, that’s not the reason. I really want to come up with some better sketches for Stephanie.”

“Okay, if you’re sure.” Kissing her lightly, Jack knew something was bothering her. Vowing he’d get it out of her when they returned, he said, “We won’t be long.”

Morgan listened to them joke as they went downstairs and knew she couldn’t leave him without saying one more thing. Running to the balcony that overlooked the lobby and foyer, she called down to him as he opened the front doors. “Jack, I love you.”

He smiled up at her. “I know you do, Princess. I love you too.”

It wasn’t the first time they had said those words to each other, but it was the first time they were said and meant as more than friends. She prayed it wasn’t the last time she heard them.

Jack sat in the unlit club room and downed another whiskey. He and Marc had returned from Bear Creek by mid afternoon and he had known as soon as he stepped foot into the loft that she was gone. A quick search told him she hadn’t left anything behind except a short note simply stating she had changed her mind and was returning home. His first thought had been to go after her, demand an explanation and that she give him another chance. But he couldn’t do it. He had only ever asked one thing of Morgan and that was for her to trust him. Apparently it was the one thing she wasn’t willing to give.

Bleakly, he stared at the empty room and remembered how the little minx had been brave enough to sneak in and spy on the activities she was unaccustomed to seeing, brave enough to risk his wrath and punishment. And then, much to his surprise and pleasure, she had been brave enough to accept her punishment and embrace him and his lifestyle with all the enthusiasm she had always shown for new adventures, especially when they included him. In just a few short days he had put her through the ringer sexually, wasting no time introducing her to the pleasure/pain of sexual domination. And she had took to each new experience wholeheartedly, her multiple orgasms proof of her enthusiastic acceptance. So, why in the hell had she run instead of coming to him with her insecurities? Was it the threesome with Marc that had sent her fleeing back home or was it something else? The only thing she had left him with was a single sketch of his mountainside with her signature, that and heartache.

“I thought I’d find you here.” Marc joined Jack at the bar.

“Sorry, Marc.” Pouring another drink, he offered the bottle to him. “Care to join me or are you here to try to convince me I didn’t fuck up.”

Taking the bottle, Marc capped it and put it out of his friend’s reach. “You didn’t fuck up, Jack. Think about it for a minute.”

“You’d think we both would have learned our lesson with Cassie, wouldn’t you?” Jack asked, his voice laced with sympathy because now he knew first hand how Marc had felt all these years.

“What happened with Cassie wasn’t the same. I screwed up big time with her and I admit it. I was so fucking obsessed I let that blind me to her youth and inexperience. Hell, Jack, I had only known her for a few weeks, only seen her at the club. We had no relationship before I railroaded her into letting me top her on beginner’s night, and the few nights after. If you’d quit wallowing in self pity, you’d see the difference.”

“If it wasn’t the sharing that made her leave, then what was it?” he demanded.

“That’s what you need to figure out. Have you tried calling her?”

“No, and I’m not going to. I asked her to trust me, Marc, and she didn’t. That girl isn’t shy, not with me. You’re right, we’ve known each other for twenty years, told each other everything, nothing was off limits. There is nothing she couldn’t talk to me about, nothing we couldn’t work out together. She chose not to and I’m not going to chase after her like a love sick puppy. This is exactly why I didn’t want to cross that line from friendship to lovers,” he finished bitterly before downing his drink.

Marc grinned ruefully. “But you are a love sick puppy.”

“Fuck you.”

“Nah, you’re not my type.” Sighing, Marc rose, and returned the whiskey under the bar. “When you sober up, think about something. All her life, she’s run to you, thrown herself at you, risking her heart in the process. If I were to guess, her leaving probably had something to do with protecting you rather than herself. Maybe, for once, you ought to be the one that runs to her.”

Jack cleaned out his glass and then stumbled upstairs. Without bothering to change, he fell into bed and cursed when he automatically reached for her and she wasn’t there. God damn it, he swore. Tomorrow, he was going to chase that girl down, demand an explanation and then beat her ass for pulling this latest stunt.

The next evening, Jack was just finishing packing a bag for his flight the following morning, when his phone rang. Recognizing Agatha’s number, he snatched it up quickly, hoping she had news of Morgan. He had tried all day to call Morgan, but she either wasn’t answering or she had packed her phone where she couldn’t grab it while driving. It took over fifteen hours to drive from Denver to Chicago, and now he had to worry about her being on the road alone, which just pissed him off more.

“Hello, Agatha.”

“Jack, thank God I got hold of you. You’ve got to get here as soon as possible.”

Agatha’s frantic voice sent a chill through him. “Calm down and tell me what’s wrong. Is Morgan all right?”

“All right?! She’ll never be all right if she goes through with her parents demands. That poor girl showed up here an hour ago looking exhausted, her eyes swollen from crying. And what did they do? They simply said they were glad she came to her senses. I swear, those two are the coldest people I’ve ever met.”

Jack started to pace, knowing from past experience that he had to let Agatha vent before she could get to the point. “Agatha, do you know what’s going on, why Morgan returned home so abruptly?”

“Of course I do. I held the poor girl while she sobbed her heart out and told me how they were blackmailing her into following through with this ridiculous sham of a marriage. They threatened to buy up your loan on your lodge and then call it in, ruining you. Poor dear, she couldn’t bear it if they caused you to lose that place. And now they expect her to attend this engagement party tomorrow night as if everything was fine. You aren’t going to let our girl go through with this, are you, Jack?”

Jack cursed, wearily rubbing his face as he realized how easily this could have been avoided if Morgan had simply come to him. The loan Marc and he had on the lodge and the surrounding acres was at a small bank, privately owned by another Army buddy of theirs and also a frequent visitor. There was no way Jeremy would sell him out.

“Of course not, but I want your word that you won’t let on to Morgan that I’m on my way there. She’s going to face me and the consequences for not trusting me, before I tell her her parent’s threat is futile. They can’t hurt me.”

Morgan snatched another glass of champagne from the server as he walked by. Kathleen and George Tomlinson’s home was filled with Chicago’s elite, all there to celebrate her engagement to Joel Norris. The huge ballroom, which was usually kept closed off, echoed with the sounds of laughter and the melodious strains coming from the small orchestra in the corner. A sumptuous buffet ran the length of one wall, while the opposite side of the room opened out onto the patio. People mingled, smiled, danced and congratulated her, and she was oblivious to it all.

Downing the full flute, she relished the burn and subsequent buzz as she forced herself to smile and pretend she was deliriously happy. Her parents kept close to her side for the first time in her life, and Joel made the effort to be seen with his arm around her or giving her a perfunctory kiss every so often before moving off to entertain himself with friends.

“Honestly, Morgan, must you drink like a commoner?” George Tomlinson growled under his breath.

“Yes,” she snapped back, “that is if you want me to get through this charade without giving away what a farce it is.”

“You always were an ungrateful child.”

“Spare me the lecture, Father. I’m not in the mood to hear what loving and caring parents I have.”

A commotion at the front of the room caught their attention. Morgan watched wide eyed as people parted and a tall, light haired man strode arrogantly into the room, his dark beard lending him a rough look. His jeans were worn and emphasized his thick, muscled thighs as he walked purposely toward her, his dark eyes never leaving her face. Morgan’s eyes filled with tears as the past twenty years ran through her head; her first sight of him when she was just seven years old and he fifteen, their reunions each summer when she returned from school, his patience with her as she followed him all day and pestered him to entertain her, her heartache when he left for the Army and her joy when he returned, his anger when he caught her spying on him and his date, their first kiss, the arousal only he could ease.

Jack saw her immediately and his reaction was swift. Dressed in a hideous dress designed to hide her figure instead of flaunting it, she stood surrounded by people and had never looked so alone. Memories of the past assailed him; the lonely little girl who clung to him like a lifeline, the way she would exuberantly throw herself into his arms each time they were reunited, his exasperation in teaching her to drive, his concern when she cried when she was hurt, the way he missed her when he left for the Army, the lust only she could slake. She was watching him out of drenched whiskey eyes and his anger at her parents was matched with his anger at her for daring to throw away everything they had.

“Jack.” Morgan had to physically fight back the urge to fling herself into his arms. It had only been two and a half days since she had seen him and she had missed him more in that time than at any other time they were separated.

“Princess.” Holding out his hand, he watched her gravely. “I’m asking you one more time and one more time only. Trust me?”

For the first time, Jack was throwing himself at her and there was no way she was going to turn away from him. In all the years she’d known him he had only asked one thing of her. Praying she wasn’t making a mistake that he would regret, she took his hand and simply replied, “Yes.”

“Then let’s go.” Jack started to lead her away when Kathleen stepped in front of them.

“Morgan, this is a disgrace. If you do this, you know what we’ll do.”

“No, you won’t,” Jack stated coldly. Looking down into Morgan’s worried face, he smiled reassuringly. “They can’t touch our loan, Morgan, so don’t pay any attention to their threats.”

Relief filled her, making her giddy. Looking back at her mother, she smiled, then leaned forward and kissed her softly on the cheek. “Good bye, Mother.”

“How mad are you?” Morgan asked after he had pulled away from her parent’s house. Though his face had been softened when he looked at her with love in the ballroom, his profile now was rigid, his jaw clenched tightly.

“You could have avoided all this drama and saved us both a lot of trouble if you had simply talked to me instead of running off, Morgan.”

She really hated it when he spoke to her in that stiff, condescending tone, even though she did deserve his anger. “You don’t understand. They threatened to ruin you, buy your loan and then call it in. You and Marc would’ve lost everything,” she stated, trying to defend herself.

Stopping at a red light, he turned to face her. “And had you come to me and told me that, I could’ve told you our loan is held by a good buddy from the Army and a frequent guest at the lodge. Jeremy not only owns the small bank he manages, but he would never betray us that way. Your parents can’t buy a loan that isn’t for sale.”

“How was I supposed to know that? I couldn’t bear it if I was the cause of you losing the lodge. I know how much that place means to both you and Marc.”

Jack reached over and grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips. “Nothing means more to me than you, Princess.”

“Really?”

The pleased smile she turned up to him made him smile in return, even though he was still angry with her. “Really, but you’re still going to have trouble sitting down tomorrow.”

Not even that threat could diminish her happiness, and by the time he pulled up in front of a downtown hotel and opened the door for her, her pussy was creaming with anticipation. Jack was silent until he ushered her into a suite on the fifth floor. She barely had time to appreciate the plush surroundings before he pulled her to him and crushed his mouth to hers. Morgan kissed him back hungrily, her tongue eagerly dueling with his as her moans filled his mouth. By the time he pulled back, she was desperate to have him inside her.

“Get out of that hideous dress.”

He was still angry with her, but Morgan didn’t blame him. With his dark eyes on her, she quickly stripped the dress off and stood before him clad in thigh high hose, heels, a thong and a demi bra.

“I don’t want you to hide your body ever again, Morgan. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she quickly agreed. Right then, she’d agree to anything as long as he fucked her soon. God, she had missed him.

“You’re awfully agreeable, Princess. In a hurry for something?” His eyes softened with amusement when she clenched her fists at her side.

“I admit I made a mistake, Jack, and should have told you about my parent’s threat instead of running out on you.” Reaching up, she started unbuttoning his shirt as she grinned at him teasingly. “If you’ll get naked, I’ll make it up to you.”

Jack took hold of her hands and stepped back. “As enticing as I find you like that, I want you naked. Strip and kneel face down on the bed.”

Morgan quickly obeyed, both nervous and excited about his dictate. Her nipples were already beaded into two stiff points when she removed her bra and her arousal was more than evident in the dampness that coated her bare folds when she slipped off her thong. Naked, she padded to the king size bed, crawled into the middle and knelt down, her head on her arms, her ass towards him.

“Spread your legs wider.”

His terse command added to her excitement and made her breath catch. Silence filled the room as she knelt there totally exposed, vulnerable and open to him. She didn’t realize she was holding her breath until she released it with a whoosh when she heard him remove his clothes. The bed dipped slightly when he knelt behind her, and she relished the feel of his hard thighs next to hers as his arm came under her hips and lifted her slightly. Though it wasn’t unexpected, the first blow caught her unawares and made her cry out.

“Not too loud, Princess. We don’t want security up here.” Jack swatted her again, slapping her upraised ass hard, loving the bright red hue he was raising on her delicate flesh. She was done pulling his strings and running roughshod over his emotions. She was his and she damn well better accept that and everything that meant, starting now. “You’re coming back to Colorado with me first thing tomorrow.”

“Yes, sir,” she cried out as he smacked her again.

“You’re going to live with me, sleep with me, and submit to me sexually.” His dictate was followed by three more hard swats.

“Yes, Jack, Master, anything,” she agreed as tears of pain, acceptance and love slipped down her face. When his hand landed forcefully between her legs, slapping her damp pussy, she screamed with the pleasure/pain, spreading her knees further as she embraced his dominance over her.

Jack slapped her pussy again and then again as he held her hips elevated and she kept her knees spread. When her soft folds were pink and warm he moved back to her buttocks, his hand descending with calculated swiftness until she was sobbing and begging him to fuck her.

Morgan’s ass felt swollen and sore when Jack finally relented and lowered her hips. She moaned softly when his hand rubbed the flesh he had just abused, his soft strokes arousing her to a fevered pitch. When his fingers slid down to caress her pussy then slid into her, she damn near came.

“No, Morgan,” Jack said harshly as he fucked her wet sheath with three fingers. “No orgasm for you yet.” Pulling out of her, he chuckled as she clamped around him, trying to hold his fingers inside of her. Without pause, he lifted her hips again and thrust his slick coated fingers into her ass, ruthlessly fingering her with deep, strong strokes. His cock hardened further at the sight of his fingers buried in her ass as he held her up for his use. Her soft mewling cries and the way she pushed back against him showed her acceptance and pleasure. “Does that feel good, baby?” he asked hoarsely, needing to hear the words as he thrust in and out of her anus, stretching her, preparing her for his possession.

“God, yes, Master, so good. Please, fuck me. I can’t bear it any longer.” Her pussy wept with emptiness and need as her ass felt stretched and filled, sensitive nerve endings stimulated beyond endurance as she fought to hold back her climax. She needed him inside her first though, needed to feel his possession of her before she succumbed to the pleasure. He made her wait though, as he continued finger fucking her ass until she was writhing and begging for release.

Jack reluctantly pulled completely out of her and grabbed the lube, liberally coating his cock before kneeling behind her, spreading her warm, red cheeks and thrusting into her prepared hole.

“Now, Morgan,” He demanded harshly as he slipped one hand beneath her and unerringly found her clit. “Come for me, now.”

Morgan could do nothing but obey as he took her ass with hard, deep strokes while his fingers milked her clit. Her hips met each thrust willingly as she bore down against his hand, adding pressure to her clit. Her climax burst upon her with the speed and heat of a firecracker, colors exploding behind her closed eyes as the wicked pleasure took over her senses, leaving her unaware of anything except the hard cock in her ass and the hard fingers clasping her clit.

Jack was unable to hold back after feeling her coat his hand with her release and her ass clench tightly around his dick. With a few more deep strokes, he came inside her, filling her with his seed and finally claiming her for his own.

Six Months Later…

Marc knelt behind Morgan, his cock in hand, as Jack spread her reddened buttocks for him. He could feel her shudder as Jack shifted under her, his cock already buried deep in her pussy.

“Happy birthday, darlin’,” he whispered in her ear as he slowly sank into her well lubed hole. She was tight, the dual penetration filling her completely. In the past eight months, he had only had the pleasure of feeling her mouth around his cock, and that had been rarely as Jack was quite possessive of his fiancé. But, for Jack as well as him, much of the pleasure of being a Dom was exploring and reveling in the heights they took their subs, and tonight, Jack wanted to give Morgan the ultimate pleasure of having all her senses stimulated simultaneously as a birthday present.

“Please, Jack, Master. I need…” she cried out, her response everything they had hoped for. Oblivious to the small group of friends playing in the club that they had invited tonight, she shuddered between them, her body eager for fulfillment.

“Feel good, Princess?” Jack asked her, smiling up at Marc.

“Yes, but I need more, damn it. Quit stalling.”

“Morgan,” Jack warned.

Marc smiled at the verbal sparring the two liked to indulge in. The fact that Morgan still tacked on a title such as Sir or Master more as an after thought amused them. She was a pleasure to live with and a constant temptation as she paraded around in one of Jack’s shirts, often with it completely open at Jack’s insistence. She had gotten used to him being a spectator when they played, but still blushed when he joined them or jacked off while watching them.

“Please, Sir,” she said sarcastically. “But, it’s my birthday and I want my present.”

“I’ve created a demanding little sub, Marc. But she’s right. Let’s give her her present.”

Having done this often in the past, Marc and Jack moved in an orchestrated rhythm, Jack surging in as Marc pulled out and then vice versa, their timing set to give her constant, uninterrupted stimulation. It seemed to be working well, as within only a few minutes, she was writhing between them, crying out in orgasm. Marc could feel her anus clench around him as her pussy milked Jack’s cock. Forcing himself to hold back his own climax, he slowed his thrusts, waiting for Scott Tyler, the local sheriff and good friend of theirs, to complete her birthday gift.

At Jack’s urging, Morgan looked up from where she had her head buried in Jack’s shoulder, her body still recovering from her powerful release, to see a man she had met briefly earlier standing by the sofa, his hard cock in his hand and a smile on his handsome face.

“Take him in your mouth, Princess,” Jack urged. “Let us give you the ultimate pleasure.”

All three men waited anxiously, but patiently for her response and were pleased when she lifted up slightly and opened her mouth. When she closed her eyes and moaned around Scott’s dick, they knew they had her.

Marc started reaming her ass again as all three of them worked her orifices in tandem, drawing out her pleasure, and their own, as they strived to give her an unforgettable experience. The other sounds in the room of BDSM play faded out, leaving the only thing Marc was aware of was her damp soft body under him and the tight hold that had a death grip on his cock. Their moans echoed around them as the three of them brought her to another climax, her cries barely muffled by Scott’s cock. Both Scott’s and Jack’s faces tightened and their thrusts increased, signaling their own impending releases. That was all the encouragement Marc needed to let go. Following their lead as the three of them watched her closely for any sign of distress, Marc took her ass harder, deeper, his body clenching as his balls drew tight. When he felt Jack’s cock jerk with his release and saw Morgan’s throat swallowing repeatedly as her mouth sucked harder on Scott’s cock, Marc let go and joined them in wishing her happy birthday.

Marc rose to dispose of his condom in a near by receptacle before turning back to see Jack cuddling Morgan on top of him. Scott leaned down and kissed her forehead before striding off. Jack’s large hands soothed her as he whispered into her ear. Their happiness and contentment defined their relationship, a relationship he envied and despaired of ever experiencing himself.

Turning away from the couple, he was stunned to see a small, familiar figure standing uncertainly in the entrance into the club. Blue eyes were glued on him, and Marc could see the wariness and the pleasure in them from here and felt his gut clench as his breath left his body. He’d recognize that red gold hair anywhere as well as that petite, tight body. Eyes glued to the woman he hadn’t seen in over seven years, the one he had sent fleeing from him in fear, he stood immobile until she began to make her way tentatively toward him.

“Cassie?” he asked in disbelief when she stopped in front of him. Seven years, he thought, and his first reaction at seeing her again was just as strong, his desire for her just as forceful.

Part Two: Marc and Cassie