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Lillian

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I ’m a nervous wreck the entire night leading up to bedtime for the girls. We watched two movies and they’re finally getting tired. I should have worn them out a little more today. I almost wish that it didn’t get late so damn fast. I feel like the day flew by.

After dropping Avery off at school, I took Nessa and Tilly to the park.

After we got home and ate lunch, we all went down for naps, even Mackenzie joined me in my room for a snooze.

We got up, played, and did some schoolwork.

It’s like an endless loop every day, but I’m actually feeling happy here. Free and content.

Makenzie left after looking more like her old self again, and we picked up Avery.

It was like I blinked, we had dinner, watched movies, and now it’s almost time for our ‘talk’. I shudder to think about what he might say, or not say.

I stand up and cradle Tilly to my chest, Morgan stands and lifts up Nessa as Avery grumbles sleepily down the hall ahead of us. Good thing we brushed teeth after the first movie so this makes our lives a heck of a lot easier and Tilly is already in a diaper that’s still dry.

I get them situated and hold my breath, shocked that I don’t have to read or rock them for an hour tonight. It’s like they know that I’m freaking out and wanting them to prolong this, so of course they’re angels.

Morgan is waiting for me in the hall, leaning up against the wall with a smirk lining his lips. He’s still in a pair of gray sweats with a tight navy blue t-shirt.

His feet are bare and his hair is slicked back from running his fingers through it after his shower at the rink.

He’s… he’s too much. Too attractive. Too damn perfect, even when he thinks he’s riddled with flaws. Who isn’t?

I ignore him and knock on Avery’s door, sneaking in to kiss her head and then shuffling back out, dragging my feet as if they’re attached to anvils.

Morgan chuckles as I softly close the door and peer up at him with wide eyes. His hazel eyes flash in the dim lighting, and I just wish that we could fix everything with sex. Because, damn… that was damn perfect. Every time.

I’m used to men sort of fumbling around or being so selfish that I never get to finish til I left and went back home for the night, getting myself off.

But Morgan? I… He clears his throat, pulling me out of my thoughts. He places his warm, large hand at the small of my back right above my ass. It sends a tingle up and down my spine, settling right in my core. I want his hands all over me. I want him in me. Surrounding me.

Damn it.

We sit down on the couch in the dim lighting and silence. The TV is off, and there’s only one lamp on in the corner. I don’t have a glass of wine in my hand to distract me from this nightmare.

Morgan clears his throat and I slowly spin sideways to look into his eyes.

“I want to apologize for all of the bullshit that comes out of my mouth and will continue to spew for the rest of our lives. Hopefully not tonight… But I’ve done a lot of thinking.

I won’t try to change your mind or hold you back, or try to tell you how you feel or what you want anymore.

I’m sorry. I just see this young, gorgeous woman and want.

.. Fuck. Lillian, I want you to have the world.

You’re not even thirty, you still have the time to meet someone that’s single, never married, never had kids.

“Who has the means to want to have children with you. But I know that you are a damn grown woman. You’ve been through more than most of the people I know combined.

You’ve been through hell and back and I commend you for being a shining example for my children.

I want you here, I want you with me. I want to see where this goes…

but we need to be open, honest, and communicate, which I know I’m absolute shit at. ”

I hold up my hand and press my lips together. “Just… take a breath. What do you want, Morgan?”

He blows out a slow breath and wipes his hands down his sweats.

“I want you. I want you to choose me, choose us. My family, my girls. If you want to teach, then I support you. If you want to get your own place and see where we go from there, I support you. I don’t care about my past hang-ups, my baggage…

Brittany or anything else. I want what you want. ”

I nod and close my eyes, letting his words soak into me. “Okay.”

He grunts and I open my eyes, blinking at him as he shakes his head.

“I need more than an ‘okay’, woman. You need to tell me what you want, what your plans are. We don’t need to talk children, but…

I just don’t think I’ll be fathering any more of those demons.

Three is enough for me, I think. Especially having all girls. ”

I chuckle and swing both of my legs up on the couch before crossing them and placing my palms on my knees.

I clear my throat and stare right into his eyes.

“I’m okay not having biological kids, Morgan.

Like you said, we don’t need to get into that right now.

I want you, I want those three girls in my life, even if we decide to just be friends right now or down the road.

I loved teaching, but I’m also loving being home with the girls.

I love teaching all three of them new things every day, knowing that they actually want me around.

I love cooking with them, rocking them to sleep, and talking with Avery about everything and anything.

“I love reading to them, playing with them. Hell, they even make cleaning fun. All I know is… Is I’ve fallen for you.

I want to attend your games and cheer you on.

I want to be there for you when you retire, be it at the end of this season, or in a few years.

I want to meet your friends, go out on dates… I want to sleep in your bed…”

He bites down on his bottom lip and slowly licks along the indents his teeth made. “Yeah? What do you want to do in my bed?”

I chuckle and hide my face behind my hands.

“I want to lay naked with you… learn everything about your body. Learn what you love, like… and what you don’t.

I want you to fuck me so slow, deep, then fast and hard…

that I don’t remember my own name or what our problems were in the first place.

I want you to eat me out until I scream… ”

He groans and scoots closer to me before he drags me up onto his lap, forcing me to straddle him. “Is that right?” He presses his nose and lips against my neck, breathing me in and nipping at my skin. “Tell me, Lillian… are you mine?”

I smile and nod, closing my eyes and breathing in his dark, musky scent. “I’m yours.”

He moans and rips my shirt off of my body before tearing my bra off alongside it in the blink of an eye.

He wraps his large, warm hands around my breasts, squeezing them before sucking on my nipples, biting down on them.

I arch my back, my breasts shoving further into his face.

I groan as I slip my fingers through his soft, thick hair.

“Fuck,” I murmur and close my eyes, basking in everything I’m feeling. His dick is hardening beneath me and I rock against him, feeling him pulse against my clit.

I need him in me.

I scoot off of him and drop my pants and underwear before I cock a brow at him, waiting for him to drop his clothes on the ground alongside mine. I can feel my body flush from my ears to my chest, I can hear our panting breaths.

He leans forward and grips my hips with his fingers, pulling me against him. I grunt and shake my head. “No. I need you naked, Morgan.”

He chuckles and bites down on my shoulder, licking the marks before narrowing his eyes at me. “Is that right?”

He licks his lips and uses the leverage of my body to stand before he backs away, pulling up from the back of his shirt before he drags it over his head. It floats to the ground and I stare at his heaving chest, the way his abs are contracting with each harsh breath.

I watch as he shucks off his sweats and drops his briefs before kicking all of our clothes away. He groans as he stares down my body.

My core clenches and flutters. I cross my legs and hold up my arms to hide my scars. I feel like I’m on the stage in a spotlight. This god of a man is too golden for me, isn’t he?

Sure he’s riddled with his own scars, from his head to his feet. Surgeries, injuries, heck, I even see new bruises and cuts along his arms from his practice today.

But that’s what’s expected from a hot shot hockey player, right?

He chuckles darkly and saunters up to me before plucking me up into his arms, shaking his head. “You’re not getting away with that shit with me, Lillian. I want all of you. Your nightmares, your past. Your scars and your soul. Give it all to me. Please don’t cover yourself.”

I press my lips together and hold onto his shoulders as he stalks down the hall towards his bedroom, slowly wrapping my legs around his body. His abs are massaging my slick clit and I moan. “What about our clothes?”

He shrugs and opens up his door before softly closing and locking it, then gazing down at me. “Don’t worry about that, baby.” He tosses me onto his made bed, I bounce and close my eyes. He pulls my legs straight from my ankles, pulling them apart before I feel his mouth suction onto my clit.

I cry out and arch up against his hot mouth, my eyes blinking open at the dark ceiling.

He hums and groans as he shoves his fingers into me, pulsing them against my sensitive walls and nerves. “You. Taste. Fucking. Amazing.”

I try to laugh but I can’t, I can only feel.

I push my fingers through his dark strands, I’m so close to the edge, I can feel the tingles moving up from my clit to my lower stomach. So close.

He sits back on his heels and licks his fingers and lips. “Turn over.” I flip over and groan as he grips my sore hips, shoving my face down into his comforter before I feel his hot, slick cock nudging against my entrance.