“Meekie baby, I’m cumming,” she gasped.
“Yup,” he admired as she creamed all over him. She was making a mess. “Ohh shit.”
He exploded, and he physically picked Morgan up to avoid shooting up her club. “Damn, love. I’ma put a baby in you. You got to chill,” he groaned. “Fuck.” Ahmeek was a man who could fuck all night, but Morgan had broken him down in minutes. She was that good. He’d have to make up for it on round two because there was no holding back what was coming out of him.
Morgan lifted and Ahmeek grabbed her hand before she could walk away. She looked at him.
“This shit is fucked up,” he said.
“I know,” she answered. One hand held her lower back, the other gripped one side of her face. “I know. If it has to feel a little bad to feel this good, I’ll take that. I’m never letting go of this. Not ever.”
“What time you on, Mo?” Ahmeek whispered. The words didn’t even feel like his own. Now he was the one asking about status? Fucking then wondering what it meant? Many women had posed the exact same question to him after an amazing night. Oh, how the tables had turned. Morgan and the ride she had given him on the magic Morgan bus, had him searching for clarity. He felt like a whole bitch.
There was vulnerability hidden behind his tough exterior. Gangster ass. Hood ass. Murder Meek had been touched. Morgan had gotten to him … touched him right where his ribs be at. Anxiety caused tension in her. He felt her apprehension. “Leave that nigga. I got you. I got the twins. Fuck with me, Morgan. For real. No games. No apologizing for it.”
“You don’t want that,” she whispered. “You think you do, but you don’t. It’s a lot, Ahmeek. It’s not always like this. It’s not fun. It’s responsibility. We haven’t even been out together yet. Me leaving with you after a night of clubbing doesn’t count.”
“So, let me take you out. We had plans. You altered them,” he snickered. “Skating on Friday. Your request. I prefer something a little more grown man, but I’m with it, love. I’m not tucking you away. I don’t want to come through at night and leave in the morning. The shadows and shit. It’s not how I prefer to do this, not with you.”
She blushed and turned her head. “You want to show me off,” she whispered.
He snickered, licking those lips. “You pretty as fuck, Mo, but it ain’t about the stunt. I just don’t want you to feel like you’re a secret. You hide shit that you’re embarrassed about. Time’s up for your nigga though. You ain’t his no more.”
She kissed him and Ahmeek loved it. Bitches and their lips. It wasn’t his thing. He and the crew had joked often that you couldn’t trust women. That you never knew where the lips of women had been. The three roughest men in the city had all fallen victim. Morgan had taken out two of them. Aria had handled the third. He felt like a sucker as he groaned, getting lost in the taste of her. The delicacy of her. He’d heard stories of Justine Atkins, even more stories of Raven Atkins, but damn, Morgan Atkins elevated the bloodline. She would be a legend. The fucking queen that launched a thousand ships because Ahmeek would go to war for her.
I think it’s time we take a trip to the bedddd
He carried her to the bedroom and tossed her on the bed. She laughed as she bounced, and he stepped out of his clothes. He placed knuckles to the bed as he climbed on top of her.
“What you do to a nigga ain’t normal, Morgan,” he said.
“Morgan, huh?” she said, biting his bottom lip.
“That’s what your mama named you, nigga,” he said. He was inside her and they just lay there.
“That ain’t what my man named me, though,” she whispered. “My man calls me Love so get it right next time.”
He smiled, and Morgan shook her head. That smile that was so rare made her heart flutter. He stroked her, and she gasped. “Your man, huh?” he asked.
She nodded, eyes closed, as she moaned. “Mmm, yes, Meekie. You’re mine.”
He was so deep, and it felt so good that Morgan was elevated … high … there were stars on the ceiling. He was a beast and Morgan couldn’t slay him. He left her exhausted. Legs quaking as they wrapped around his waist. Clit sore because when he was done he sucked on it all night. She was spent. She could barely keep her eyes open by the time they were done. Three orgasms each before they realized any more would be gluttony. She laid on top of him, leg strewn over his body as he wrapped her with one arm. The sound of his heartbeat lulled her to sleep. This man was hers and she was terrified of what it meant because the last time she had given her heart to a man like Ahmeek she hadn’t come out of the situation the same. The last thing Mo wanted to do was give someone the chance to hurt her again.
I’ve got to be careful with this.
2
Morgan awoke first and the level of comfort she felt when she looked at Ahmeek made a warmth spread through her heart. She smiled, turning on her back and lifting dreamy eyes to the ceiling. She placed both hands over her face and shook her head in disbelief. She opened her fingers to peek through them, just to get a glimpse of him. She had to stop the giddy titter from waking him. She had never felt like this before. She had been in love. She had been crazy in love before. Messiah had connected to her soul in ways that made them one, but with him the emotions were so heightened that it felt risky. It gave her anxiety to be with Messiah. She had lived for that heart pounding thrill ride. Loving Messiah was like riding a rollercoaster. The thrill she had experienced with him was the same thrill she felt when she used to climb on the back of his motorcycle. Nothing made her heart race like those late-night rides. No one made her heart race like Messiah Williams. She couldn’t ever take that away from him. He lit her soul on fire. Ahmeek Harris was like a big body Benz. The ride was smoother. It felt like luxury. Ahmeek felt safe.
Her phone went off and Morgan reached for the night stand, unplugging the phone from the charger to silence it before it awakened him. She wanted him to sleep. She wanted him to stay . Morgan wanted to be up under him as long as possible before the day’s demands pulled them apart.
BASH
Open the door.
Her heart stalled. Morgan climbed out of bed, hurriedly throwing on her silk kimono robe, and trying her hardest not to awaken Ahmeek. Her heart pounded, and her legs felt like they would give out as she pulled the door to her bedroom closed. She damn near ran to the front door. She opened it slightly.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” she asked.
Bash frowned and put a hand to the door. Morgan pushed back. “I’m not feeling well, Bash. I know we have some things to talk about…”
“Like you running off with a nigga in the middle of your Free Press interview? Yeah we got some things to discuss, Mo. What’s up with you?” he asked. “Which one of them are you fucking?”
“What?” Morgan asked.
“You ran off with one of Messiah’s friends. Which one?” he asked. “Ahmeek, right?”
Bash pushed against the door again. “What you doing? Let me in. You gon’ make me talk through the door?” He pushed into the apartment and towered over her. “You embarrassed yourself and my family. You do the most asinine shit! We were good in London! I take you out the ghetto and you—”