Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
I’d just planned on ignoring my erection, but if that’s what he wants, I’ll gladly do it. I step closer, open my jeans, pull them down, and jerk myself off. The hot feel of my hand around myself, the flavor of him in my mouth, and seeing Morgan half naked and sated is enough to have my balls drawing up, the world twisting around me as I shoot my cum all over him. Leaning down, I rub it into his skin, wanting him to smell like me. “Now everyone will know you’re mine.”
“God, I love you.” Morgan tugs me down for a kiss, not needing the words to know I love him too.
*
My eyes jerk open at the sound of Morgan’s phone. It’s dark enough that I know sunrise is still hours off. Worry immediately makes my blood pressure spike.
He wakes as it rings again, reaching over, fumbling for his phone, while I turn on the light. Is it Gregory?
“It’s a local number,” Morgan says. “Hello?” Whoever is on the other side must say something because Morgan adds, “East? Jesus. What the fuck happened?” Morgan puts the phone on speaker so we can both hear.
“I got arrested. I’m fine. I just need you to go take care of Pretty Girl in the morning. She’s gonna need out, and I don’t want her to be alone.”
“What about you?”
“Who cares? Take care of my dog, Morgan. I’m counting on you. I…” He doesn’t go to people easily; we all know that. It shows how their relationship is changing and how much he loves his dog that Easton is even calling Morgan right now.
“We’ll make sure she’s taken care of, but I’m not just hanging you out to dry. What happened?”
Easton sighs. “Me.”
“I’ll call Archer,” I add.
“Fuck. I’m not even in Birchbark. I’m in Lilington. Just take care of Pretty Girl.” He tells us where a spare key is. “Promise me.”
“Yeah,” Morgan says. “Of course we will.”
“Gotta go.” The line goes dead, and the second it does, Morgan is getting out of bed.
“We’ll take care of his dog, but I’m not going to just ignore the fact that my brother is in jail.”
“Good.” I get up. “Me neither. I’ll call Archer to see if he can help. We can get Cass to go over and take care of Pretty Girl in the morning if we’re not done. You should call Rhett. Depending on what happened, we might need your brother on this.” East might need a lawyer, is what I mean.
Morgan nods, body stiff, eyes pained as he tugs on his clothes.
“It’s not your fault, Morgan. Whatever happened with East tonight isn’t your fault.”
“I knew he was upset. I should have gone home with him, made sure he’s okay.”
“He’s a grown man and responsible for himself.”
Morgan doesn’t answer, just grabs his phone and calls Rhett.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Morgan
The whole ride to Lilington, I feel like I’m going to jump out of my skin. This isn’t the first time Easton has gotten into trouble, but it’s the first time he’s gotten arrested since I’ve been home, and from everything I know, it’s never happened in a neighboring town before. Lilington is only twenty minutes from Birchbark, but I’m not sure why he was there in the first place, or what he did wrong, or if we’re going to be able to do anything about it.
The second Dusty parks, I jump out of the Jeep. “Calm down, baby. I know you want to be there for Easton, but if you go in there guns blazing, we’re not going to be able to figure anything out.”
I agree, but it’s not that easy. The logical part of me knows he’s right, but that doesn’t stop the guilt from setting fire to my logic. I can’t stop thinking about the fact that I knew Easton was upset tonight, and yet I let him walk away to go celebrate my accomplishments with my boyfriend. “He’s my little brother. It’s my job to take care of him. I haven’t been doing it for ten years, and now I’m back and still not doing it.”
I try to walk away, but Dusty grabs my arm. “You can’t be your brother’s keeper. You can be there for him, for both of them, but you can’t fix all their problems.”
“I sure as fuck can try.” It’s what Mom would’ve wanted.
Dusty lets me go, and we enter the small jail. There’s a male officer at the front counter, who gives us a skeptical look. “Can I help you?”
“I’m Morgan Swift. My brother Easton was brought in…I’m not sure when. Sometime tonight. I’m trying to figure out what happened and if I can take him home tonight.”
“I’m sorry, sir, but I don’t have that information for you.”
I groan, count back from three and try to control my temper. “Is there any way we can see him?”