Nailed to the Wall: Powertools, Book 5 (7 page)

“Always ready for you.” She tipped her head back until her crown
thunked
against the tile and soothing drizzle misted her face.

Joe screwed deeper within her, each twitch of his hips merging them together more completely. Never once did she worry he might drop her. “You’re so hot. Burning me. So sweet.”

He sucked on her chin, then migrated to her mouth where he toyed with her tongue while he embedded himself completely. She hung, impaled on his shaft, rocking in order to rub the ache in her clit on the hard muscles above the base of his cock. He started to move inside her with nearly as much urgency as she felt. His balls tapped her ass when he really got going.

Counterparts—she took when he gave, and gave when he took.

Each round-trip of his taxiing cock had her channel tightening further. Soon, Joe could hardly move within her as every inch of her tissue clung to him, squeezing him. Undulations began at her core, sucking him in despite his attempts to retreat if only to slam home once more.

“Damn. Love it when you do that.” He cupped her breasts, soothing the pressure caused by her diamond-tipped nipples. “More.”

“Not voluntary. Happens when you fuck me just right.” She realized her eyes had slid closed as she reveled in bliss. The lack of visual stimulation only encouraged her brain to detect other pleasurable sensations.

“Like this?” He swiveled his hips in a sinful figure eight.

“Yes!” She no longer felt the water on her face or the slight chill creeping in around the edge of the shower curtain. The only thing that mattered was bonding with her mate and maybe creating something new and wondrous, half her and half him.

The idea held so much appeal she unraveled in his arms.

She mouthed Joe’s name, but couldn’t hear any sound beyond the rush of blood in her veins and the pounding of her heart—so close to his. Strung tight, she arched in his rock-solid grip. Her heels drummed on his ass as rounds of spasms wracked her. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t tell this man how much she adored him. Except by opening her eyes and putting her soul on display for him to read.

Joe stared straight into her eyes. Message received. He smiled and dropped his forehead to hers, allowing himself to fray around the edges. He rammed into her harder than he would consider appropriate when not at the height of passion. She loved every second.

He shouted, a guttural cry filled with jumbled babble that her heart translated into perfect sense.

Heat spread through her abdomen—whether she imagined it or she could really sense it remained a mystery. She cheered every grunt that accompanied a pulse of his cock and the resulting mess he made of her pussy.

Good luck, boys.
She giggled when she realized she cheered on a bunch of sperm.

“What’s…funny?” Joe didn’t look nearly as amused. He panted between bites and kisses on her neck and shoulders. “Laughing because I didn’t give you a dozen orgasms before I lost it? Give me a minute and I’ll make it up to you.”

“Not that at all.” She worked his cock with her pussy, using the tricks Kayla had taught her and the rest of the crew women, even as Joe set her feet carefully on the tub floor without separating them. Erotic massage techniques came in handy, who knew?

Joe’s eyes rolled back. “Jesus. That should be illegal. Wicked.”

“I told you Kay is a bad influence.”

“Pretty sure I like you corrupted.” He groaned when she paused then flexed again. His legs trembled. She stood on her tiptoes, not willing to break the connection of their bodies just yet.

“I’m not ready to get out.” No surprise, he articulated her thoughts. He held her hand to keep her from leaving, as if she would consider that option in a million years. “Stay in here. Where the world is made up of you and me. You’re the only thing that matters.”

He sank to the floor of the basin, sprawling on his back in the garden tub, another upgrade he’d insisted on undertaking for her. She could fully appreciate the benefits of his hard work.

“No, you are.” Morgan followed him down. She cuddled against his humid skin, lapping at the nearest droplets dotting its surface. His salty flavor tasted like perfection to her. If only she could use him as the secret ingredient in her culinary creations, she’d be unstoppable.

They petted each other, touched, explored and soothed. It must have been a while because Morgan began to shiver despite their proximity and the still-warm spray spritzing them. The backup water heater he’d installed when she’d started serving customers in the bakery marked another point in his favor. She whimpered when Joe shifted, reluctant to end their snuggle session.

“Don’t worry, I’m still not going anywhere.” He leaned forward far enough to flip the drain closed and switch the water flow to the gorgeous new spigot he’d installed earlier. With one arm slung around her shoulders, he pumped some bubble bath beneath the stream, filling the tub. He grabbed a lighter and ignited the wick on the candle she kept on the surround for the nights she indulged in a proper soak while reading. She adored Sweet Treats, but being on her feet all day made the decadence part necessity.

“What would the crew think if they saw you taking a bubble bath?” Morgan licked his collarbone. Her hand wandered across his chest and down his washboard abs. His softened cock had long ago slipped from her. Half-hard, it bobbed with the rising tide.

Warmth suffused her as their bodies were submerged.

“They’d think I’m a lucky bastard to be sharing it with you.” He nuzzled her temple. “Especially once I get laid again.”

“Awful sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

“Am I wrong?”

“Hell, no.” Morgan straddled his thighs. She gathered huge handfuls of the growing foam and spread it all over her chest and belly.

Joe cursed and reached for her.

She smacked his hands. “Put them on the sides of the tub and leave them there.”

He complied, gritting his teeth all the while. “For how long?”

“Until I say so.” She peeked at his fingers. They turned white from gripping the edge of the tub and the handle of the built-in soap dish on the other side. The corner of her mouth tipped up in an evil grin. “Remember when Kay gave us that nuru massage demonstration?”

“God, yes,” he hissed.

“I’ve been thinking about asking her for some lessons.” Morgan glopped more bubbles onto Joe’s chest, then slithered across his frame. When she slid lower, she used her feet on the front wall of the tub to propel herself up his body once more.

“If we’re not careful, I’m going to drown.” He gurgled when her breasts and mound rubbed along his entire front.

“Imagine how much slipperier that seaweed goop is.” She repeated her circuit, loving the contact of all his severe angles with her lush curves.

“Might make you too hard to hold on to.” He grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks as he tugged her where he wanted her. She rotated her hips to stroke his rejuvenated hard-on, trapped between them.

“I’m not trying to escape. Promise.” She put her hands on his shoulders and boosted herself six inches higher. “But since you were bad and moved your hands, I think you should make it up to me by giving me your cock.”

His cheeks flushed before her eyes. “I love it when you talk dirty.”

“Really?” She lifted her brows. “Like when I say I need you to open me up and push your thick shaft inside my dripping pussy? Or when I say, I can’t wait to feel you pumping your load inside me again, filling me with your come…?”

“Jesus. Yes. That.” He shattered her illusion of control by plunging into her from below.

Thank God.
She relaxed her thighs, allowing him to inhabit her fully. This time they had a tiny bit more restraint. They rippled together, gently for the most part, though surges punctuated the peace and tranquility of their joining.

She gave up attempting to articulate everything in her soul and relied on her body to speak his language. If his answering moans and caresses were any indication, he understood perfectly.

Their tender sharing escalated into something tinged with desperation and longing. Neither of them noticed the water and thick foam sloshing onto the floor. They wouldn’t have cared if they had.

The waves they generated facilitated their rhythm, buffeting them and rocking them together with prurient insistence. Morgan bit her lip, hard.

“It’s okay,” Joe murmured. “There’s plenty more of this. Come, Morgan. Never hold back. I’ll always provide you as much as you need.”

Her body obeyed his mastery. Nails sank into his biceps as she came around him. He never flinched from her full-on display of passion. Instead, he pressed into her with long, strong glides that extended her pleasure until she nearly forgot her own name.

Only when the contractions lessened did he shout and release within her.

The rough seas they’d inspired calmed to a steady lap of waves that shook them both in the wake of their spent passion. Morgan sighed as they threatened to rock her to sleep. Probably not a great idea while still in the tub.

“Time for bed.” Joe stifled a yawn. He flipped the drain with his foot, nodding when the valve opened smoothly even after the alterations he’d made.

“Already?” Despite the lassitude permeating her bones, it couldn’t be past seven o’clock. “I just got up.”

“I didn’t say sleep.” Joe grinned.

“Seriously? What were they feeding you up North?” She tried not to wince, imagining him invading her swollen pussy again so soon.

“Hey, I didn’t say fool around either.” He clutched her to him as he rose. Water sluiced from his cut frame. “I missed you. I’d like to catch up. Tell me how your weekend was. Did you try that new recipe I copied from my Aunt Bianca? She was thrilled and flattered you might use it.”

“Oh! Yeah, it was as good as you remembered. Better than you said, even.” Morgan poured out a detailed recounting of the tests she’d conducted to improve the balance of flavors.

Joe’s stomach growled.

“Want me to run downstairs and check the fridge for leftovers?” She patted his flat belly.

“Nah. I’m sure I’ll have a slice or five tomorrow.” Joe relinquished her to stand on her own long enough to towel off. He plucked her from the bathmat and carried her to their bed the instant she’d finished.

They burrowed under the covers together, exchanging stories and news. She shook her head at the antics of his Carter cousins. Together with the crew, the six guys—a collection of lost souls Joe’s uncle had adopted after the untimely death of his wife—were rowdy enough to stir up trouble even in the middle of nowhere.

Eventually, they’d shared the peaceful evening together—though the time flew by—complete with a couple pieces of cold pizza and the remainder of her test creations, which Joe had inhaled, unable to restrain himself. A tough job, but someone had to do it. Having the foundation for her happiness nearby cleared her mind. She made her decision in a snap after debating all weekend.

“I’m going to tell the girls as soon as I have the chance.” Morgan was grateful he nodded without her having to elaborate. She should have realized he’d be on the same page even hours later. It made it easier for her to continue, though she had to clear her throat before she could force the rest out. “They’ll need to know to understand why I’m going to wear a diaphragm and insist on condoms next time we’re together. The whole group, I mean.”

“But—” Joe’s jaw slackened. “Are you saying? What happened with James this morning? More of that?
Beyond
that?”

“Yeah, we discussed it and we’d like to try swapping.” She wondered if he would love or hate the idea. “How do you feel about that?”

“Wow.” He sank deeper into the pile of pillows. “You all
were
busy while we were gone.”

“And…”

“Most of me says
hell yeah
.” He scrubbed his hand through his not-quite-dry hair. “And part of me is unsure.”

“Which part is which?” Morgan draped over his chest, relishing the strength of his arms, which came around her instantly.

“I think it would be smoking hot to watch the rest of the crew spoil you.” He licked an imaginary crumb from her neck. “I’ll never forget your birthday. I still remember how sweet that cake tasted when we all ate it off you.”

She would cherish the memory until the day she died.

“But…you know…the other girls.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Having sex with them?” she supplied, adoring his stumble considering the libertine delights she’d witnessed him and his friends indulge in.

“Yeah. That’s a big step. Huge. You’re like sisters. I couldn’t stand it if we fucked that up.” He sighed. “It took a while for the crew to find our balance with each other. It’s not easy when all those connections linger. They can glue you together or trip you up. What if everyone gets tangled into a giant knot?”

“You’ve already been with Kate,” she reminded him gently.

“True. But that was before you.”

“I appreciate what you’re saying. It’s those worries exactly that made me hesitate. Still, I feel like we already have these crazy bonds. Do you really think we could ever drift apart?” They both considered in silence for a few moments.