Page 37 of Living for Truth (Broken Shelves #2)

Hannah

T here’s something hard and hot pressed up against my back as I stir from sleep, but when I try to wiggle away, a firm arm bands around my belly and pulls me back.

“Don’t you dare. I’m enjoying the cuddles,” Morgan’s deep voice commands, raising goosebumps on my skin despite his body heat.

“Good morning to you, too,” I tease, earning me a quick squeeze. “Don’t you need to get Aly soon?” I try to sit up to look at the time, but he rolls so he’s caging me underneath his body.

“Olivia and her wife, Asha, are spending the day with Aly. We’ll meet them all for family lunch,” he explains through kisses peppered along my jaw.

“Okay,” I breathe. “I need to go home so I can change into something that’s not your clothes.” He continues kissing me, down my neck, biting gently.

“Hmmm. But I like seeing you in my clothes.” He sits us both up so he can pull his shirt over my head. “I like you even more with no clothes at all.” He trails his lips down my chest and kisses the swell of each breast.

“Morgan…” I warn. “I really need to get ready so I can look presentable for your family. I don’t know if we have time for—oh!” He cuts me off by biting my sensitive nipple.

“We can be fast, Butterfly. Let me make you come. I need it.”

“Okay.” It’s hard to resist when I know the pleasure he can bring me.

“Fuck, yes.” My boyfriend moves off of me just enough to reach into a bedside drawer and produce a bottle of lube. He pulls the boxers I’m wearing down and tosses them, then discards his own.

He clicks the bottle cap open and drops a small amount of lube onto his fingers, then rubs small circles around my aching clit.

“Oh, that feels good.” I reach for his cock, wanting to feel the weight of it in my hand.

It’s hard and hot, but the skin is soft, almost satiny. I give an experimental tug, and he grunts.

He increases the pressure on my clit, and the tension in my core builds and builds, but just when I’m about to come, he stops.

I whine in protest but stop when he pulls his cock from my grasp. He puts a little more lube on his cock and slides into me easily.

“Fuck me, Hannah. I swear you were made for me. Your pussy grips me so well,” he groans, slowly thrusting in and out of me.

The swollen head of his cock rubs along my G-spot, and the weight of him on top of me adds a delicious pressure to my clit when he thrusts in as deep as he can go.

Last night felt like a frantic need to be as close as possible, at least on my part, but today the desire to have him hard and fast isn’t there.

The leisurely way he thrusts and the loving way he’s looking at me are enough to bring me to tears.

I’m coming sooner than I thought I would, and he follows quickly after.

Last night felt like we were consummating our relationship with fucking, but this morning feels like making love.

The words I love you are on the tip of my tongue, but I swallow them down so I don’t scare him away when I just got him.

You won’t scare him away. A small voice in my head tells me, but I still keep it to myself.

We shower again quickly because it’s later than he thought, and he takes me to my apartment so I can get dressed.

I have no idea what I’m supposed to wear to a family lunch where I’m meeting the family of my boyfriend of less than twenty-four hours. He said it was casual, but I want to make a good impression.

I decide a sage green jersey swing dress is comfortable but casual, and since we’re running low on time, I twist my short hair into a semi-messy bun.

When I emerge from the bathroom, Morgan looks up from his phone and groans. “How am I supposed to keep my hands off of you when you look so good?”

“It’s just a dress!”

He stands and stalks towards me, easily closing the distance between us.

When he reaches me, he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me flush against his body.

“That dress is hiding my new favorite meal, Butterfly. All day I’m going to be thinking about how easy it would be to lift it up, pull your panties to the side, and feast on you. ”

My goodness. I thought dirty talk was only for the bedroom. Liam certainly never said such sexual things in or out of the bedroom.

“What color are they?” he asks.

“What?” I blink up at him.

“What color are the panties you’re wearing?” He slides his hands down my back to grab my ass in a bruising grip.

I must not answer him fast enough because quick as a whip, he has my dress hiked up around my waist and is running his thumb along the lace of my cheeky panties.

“Black,” I whisper.

“Hmmm. I think the red is my favorite so far. I can’t wait to see the rest.” He gently rights my dress. “Let’s go, Butterfly. We don’t want to be late.” He plants a swift kiss on my lips and drags me to the door, barely pausing to let me get my shoes on and grab my purse.

On the drive there he gives me a brief rundown of his family tree.

Olivia is the oldest and is married to Asha.

Alice is next, and I already met her and Cooper.

Then it’s Morgan and his twin sister, Sarah.

She is married to Justin, who Morgan says looks like a Republican hillbilly but is actually one of the nicest, most accepting people ever.

The youngest Fowler and only other boy, Kendall, is the only one of his siblings that doesn’t live in Utah.

He lives in Pennsylvania and plays for a Rugby team.

“And no one else has kids except for me. Unless Kendall’s knocked someone up and doesn’t know about it, which isn’t out of the realm of possibilities.”

“Bit of a player?” I ask.

“He’s hot, and he knows it. Bit of a commitment-phobe. He and Emma are very similar, I would say.”

“Ah. So he’s had his heart broken and doesn't want to try again yet.” I get that. But I’m glad I’m moving past it and taking a chance with Morgan.

“Bingo. Alright, Butterfly.” He pulls to a stop in front of a lovely red brick ranch house. “Are you ready to meet the Fowler crew?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Morgan opens my door and walks us to the house, not bothering to knock before he steps inside. A bunch of different voices chatter when we walk in, but they all come to a halt when the door shuts.

We walk through the entryway and down the hall to the kitchen where multiple smiling faces greet me.

“Hannah! Aunt Liv said you were coming. I’m so excited to see you!” Aly bounces to me and wraps me in a hug.

“Hey, Aly! I’m excited to see you, too.” I feel like I’m about to cry, which would be extremely embarrassing.

“Oh! Hannah, it’s so good to meet you!” A woman with short brown hair streaked with gray and the same eyes as Morgan wraps me in a hug as soon as Aly steps back.

“Mom, you didn’t even introduce yourself,” Morgan teases.

“Oh, where are my manners? I’m Iris, Morgan’s mom, but you can call me Gigi or mom, if you’d like.”

“ Mom, ” Morgan groans.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Iris.” I don’t remember the last time my own mother gave me such a warm embrace, and getting one from someone who so clearly loves her kids makes me a little misty-eyed.

Iris loops her arm through mine and walks me around the room introducing me to everyone.

Morgan’s dad, Axel, is tall. Taller than Morgan, if only by an inch, and he towers over Iris, who’s at least two inches shorter than my five-foot-seven. I would find it an odd pairing if they weren’t so in love.

I’m pleasantly surprised to see that all of Morgan’s sisters are plus size, and so is Olivia’s wife. It’s nice to not feel insecure about existing in my body.

When Iris stops us to meet Olivia and Asha, Olivia gasps. “I know that necklace. I made that necklace!”

I instinctively touch the butterfly around my neck. “It’s gorgeous, I wear it every day,” I say shyly.

“It looks so pretty against your skin tone. I’m glad it found a home with you because a lot of people like peach moonstone,” Asha says, and Olivia nods.

“Peach moonstone can promote emotional healing and enhance intuition. It’s a powerful stone and very sought after,” Olivia adds on.

“Oh, well, that’s very fitting for my situation then,” I say with a small laugh.

“Ah, yes. Aly filled us in on the drama with your… gem of an ex-husband.”

My stomach drops. How much do they know? Do they think less of me because I’m associated with Liam? How does Aly feel about it? Does she hate me for being associated with him?

“He’s a real piece of work, isn’t he? I’m glad you got out of that relationship,” Iris tsks, shaking her head.

“I think it was a mutually beneficial divorce for sure.” I don’t like talking bad about him, even if he probably deserves it.

“Well,” Aly’s small voice startles me, I didn’t realize she was on my other side, “I don’t like him. I’m glad you’re in love with my dad now.”

She says it so certainly, like she’s privy to my inner thoughts about her dad.

The tips of Morgan’s ears are pink when I look at him, and he just gives me a small shrug as if to say I’m not going to correct her.

“Your dad treats me way better than my ex-husband ever did. I’m very lucky to have him in my life,” I say in response to Aly.

Before anyone says anything else, the front door slams shut, and a deep voice bellows, “I’m home!”

Aly gasps, “UNCLE KENNY!” then runs to the man entering the kitchen.