Page 17 of Panther’s Magpie (Mountain River MC #1)

CHAPTER

SIXTEEN

MAGGIE

W aking up slowly, I wince as the sun streams across my face.

Did I open the blinds and forget?

I feel an arm flex around my midsection and suck in a breath. Looking down, I admire the way his sun-kissed arm looks against my stomach. Last night comes rushing back to me all at once.

I had a bad dream and called Panther.

He brought me back to his place and tucked me into his bed.

He was only supposed to stay until I fell asleep, but clearly that didn’t happen.

I can’t help but smile as he shifts behind me.

To say I’m not mad about this turn of events would be an understatement. I’ve never slept in the same bed as a man overnight. Hell, the only person I’ve shared a bed with was Aspen.

Sharing a bed with him is nothing like sharing one with his sister.

For one, he doesn’t steal all the covers like she does.

God, Aspen is the worst. Not only does she hog all the covers, but she also likes to take over the bed.

She loves sleeping in the middle and spreading out like a starfish.

Every time we’ve shared a bed, I’ve woken up with bruises.

She has no concept of personal space while awake or asleep, but I love her.

I would take all the bruises in the world to get her back.

For a moment, I wonder what she’s doing. Is she still sleeping, or is she awake, watching the sunrise? Can she even see the sun? Is she holding in there and staying strong? Is she starting to give up hope?

Panther shifts behind me, pulling my thoughts away from her.

The other big difference between sharing a bed with Panther rather than Aspen is…well she doesn’t have a cock like he does. The very one that is hard and hot, pressing into my back.

It’s not all sexual, though. Panther holds on to me like I’m special. Like I matter for the first time in my life, and it’s a heady feeling. I’ve always heard people talking about this feeling, but I never thought I would experience it for myself.

He makes me feel desired by the way he holds me close. He spoons me from behind, his breathing in sync with mine and his cock nestled against me.

Don’t squirm.

Don’t fucking whimper, and don’t arch into him.

But he’s so close to where I want him.

I bite my lip as I try to talk myself down. The last thing he needs is me coming on to him.

I’m wet as hell, and my clit throbs.

Jesus, how can I be this turned on just because his body is against mine? Am I that hard up that a little physical contact has me ready to orgasm without any penetration? My mind spirals, and a fantasy starts to play out in my mind.

Panther and I are lying in bed, with him pressed up against me from behind. His hand cups my breast as his cock is nestled in between my thighs. Arching my back, he slips inside of me while he sleeps, making me gasp.

Slowly, I rock my hips as I get off on him. I try to move slow and stay quiet, not wanting to wake him up.

“You need me, Magpie?” he rasps, letting me know he’s already awake.

“Always.” I gasp as he squeezes my hip.

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy it is, waking up with your pussy squeezing my cock like a fucking vise?”

“You like it?”

“Fucking love it.” His hand snakes down, and he starts to rub my clit.

“Panther,” I moan.

He tsks. “Say my name. I want to hear you moan my name.”

“Calloway.”

“Good girl. Whose pussy is this?” he murmurs, making my pussy flutter.

“Yours.”

“Say it again,” he demands.

“Yours! My pussy is yours.”

“That’s right, Magpie. Mine. All fucking mine. Now get there.”

He buries his face in my neck and groans. I bite back my whimper as my eyes roll back into my head.

Fuck me.

I was so close to coming while just lying next to him.

I would do some shady shit to make that fantasy come true. Would he really like it if I initiated sex before he was awake? Would I like it if he did it to me? I’ve honestly never thought about it before right now.

Not that it’s ever going to happen.

Right?

Right. This is completely one-sided. A fantasy. Nothing less, nothing more.

“Good morning, Magpie,” he rasps against my skin.

“Morning,” I say breathlessly.

“How did you sleep?”

I try to clear my throat. “Better than I have in a long time. Thank you.”

“You have nothing to thank me for.”

His hand flexes across my stomach, but he doesn’t pull away, which makes me even hotter.

He’s not even trying to hide the fact that I make him hard. Yeah, I’m sure part of the reason is because of morning wood, but if that was the only reason, I’m sure he would have pulled away by now.

“You with me?” he asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

He pulls away slightly, and I instantly miss his warmth.

“Roll over.”

Without giving it a second thought, I do as he asks.

“Good girl,” he murmurs as he brushes a piece of hair out of my face.

Good Lord almighty.

Panther is fucking hot every day, but first thing in the morning? He’s irresistible. It’s seriously unfair how attractive he is.

His hair is mussed, and his eyes are still sleepy.

Add in the fact he said good girl? Consider me done. Stick a fork in me.

I never thought I had a praise kink, but maybe I do. Every time he compliments me or mutters those words, I melt for him. I want to bask in it.

I wonder what other things I like and just don’t know yet.

He smiles, making my heart race.

“What are you smiling at?” I ask quietly.

He reaches out and cups my face, running his thumb along my cheek.

“You have a line on your cheek from the pillow.”

Shutting my eyes, I groan. “How embarrassing.”

“You have nothing to be embarrassed by. It’s adorable.”

Adorable, just what every woman wants to hear.

It’s like seeing my fantasy go up in flames.

Sighing, I remind myself I need to give up on this crush.

It’s only going to hurt me.

PANTHER

She’s fucking beautiful.

I’ve woken up with my fair share of women, but none of them ever felt like this. They never looked as good as she does first thing in the morning.

I’d love nothing more than to roll her onto her back and sink inside of her.

Not yet. Soon, though. Very fucking soon.

I’ve given up all pretenses. Maggie is mine. I need to be sensitive to her needs, though. I can’t take her too soon. Not while she is in turmoil over Aspen. I need to be what she needs.

Maggie is breathing hard, her face slightly flushed. I feel her rub her thighs together under the covers.

Fuck me.

She’s as turned on as I am.

She clears her throat. “Thank you for saving me last night.”

“You don’t need to thank me. It was nothing.” I can hear the huskiness in my voice. I need to tone it down.

“It wasn’t nothing. Not to me.”

Her eyes drop to my lips as her breathing picks up just slightly. Her tongue rolls along her bottom lip, making it shine.

“You shouldn’t look at me like that,” I rasp, making her shiver.

“Why not?”

“Because it makes me want to do things,” I admit.

“Sorry.”

It’s a lie, though. I can see the way her eyes flare at my admission. She wants it too.

She wants me.

Fuck it.

I cup the back of her head and pull her in close. “Tell me to stop,” I hiss at her.

“Don’t stop.”

She meets me in the middle, pressing her lips against mine. Our kiss starts off slow, almost as if we are testing each other out. Soft pecks without going too far from one another.

Kissing Maggie feels so fucking right. Like the sun is finally shining after years of darkness. Her soul is calling to mine.

She is mine.

I pull her in closer until her body is pressed against mine. This time, I press against her lips, my tongue sliding out to trace the seam. She opens for me, letting me deepen the kiss. She groans into my mouth as she drags her nails down my back.

Fuck.

Our kiss turns dirtier as our tongues start to duel. When she drags hers along the roof of my mouth, I feel my eyes roll into the back of my head.

Goddamn.

She pulls away slightly and gasps, “Calloway.”

I like that my given name flows from her lips naturally.

I grab her thigh and place it over my hip. My hand moves to her ass and squeezes. “What do you need, Magpie?” I ask as her pussy rocks against me.

“You.”

“Damn right you do,” I growl.

As I go back in for another kiss, my phone starts ringing.

“Don’t answer it,” she pleads.

“Wouldn’t think of it.”

I nip at her bottom lip, making her groan.

My blood heats as desire roars through me. I can’t wait to figure out what she likes. What turns her on and how to make her body sing.

“Touch me.”

“With pleasure.”

Before I can do what we both want, my phone starts ringing once again.

“Goddammit,” I groan as I rest my head against hers.

Her hand moves from my back to my chest. She blinks a few times.

“You need to answer that. It could be important.”

Damn her for being the logical one.

“Are you sure?” I ask, not wanting to stop this.

“Yes. It could be Aspen.”

Her bringing up my sister should be like jumping into ice water, but it does nothing to cool me down.

“Don’t move.”

As I partially roll over, my cock rubs against her pussy.

“Jesus, I can feel how hot you are,” I murmur as I grab my phone.

Eagle’s name flashes across the screen.

“Yeah?”

“Hey, sorry to bother you, but we need to talk,” he says.

“So talk.”

“In private. Can you meet me at the bar?”

Sighing, I run my hand over my face. “Yeah, I’ll be there in an hour.”

“Make it thirty,” he says before hanging up.

“Fucking cockblock,” I mutter, making Maggie giggle.

“You have to go?” she teases, her hand tracing the skin on my chest.

“Yeah, I don’t want to, but Eagle needs me.”

She moves her leg from over my hip, and I instantly miss it. The woman has me tied around her finger, and she doesn’t even know it.

“I’ll head back to the clubhouse.”

The thought of her hanging out at the clubhouse doesn’t feel right.

“Actually, how would you feel about staying here?”

She looks up at me, eyes wide with surprise. “You want me to wait for you?”

“I do, but only if you want to.”

She bites her lower lip.

I want to be the one to do that.

Fuck it.

I lean in and kiss her until we’re both breathless. When I pull away, I nip her bottom lip.

“Tease,” she gasps.

“You like it.”

“Go. Before you’re late,” she says as she pushes my chest.

I get out of bed and stretch. My cock twitches as she checks me out.

“Like what you see?” I tease.

“You know you’re hot. Don’t try to act like you’re not.”

“Shower with me?” I ask, tempting fate.

I want to see her naked body. To lather her up with soap and wash away all the grime only to make her dirty again in other ways.

“We both know that would be a bad idea. You’re already cutting it close on time.”

She’s not wrong. If I had her wet and in the shower with me, I definitely wouldn’t be able to keep my hands to myself.

Shaking my head, I head into the bathroom. I don’t bother waiting for the water to warm up and jump in. The ice water feels like pinpricks against my skin, but it calms my raging cock. After taking a quick shower, I get out and get dressed.

Maggie is nowhere to be found in my bedroom, so I head out to the living room.

She’s standing in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, wearing nothing but my T-shirt. She must have slipped it on to cover the tiny tank and boy shorts she was wearing last night.

I have to bite back the urge to scoop her up, toss her onto my bed, and have my way with her.

“You heading out?” she asks.

“I will be in a minute.”

I grab my boots from next to the door and put them on.

“I hope it’s okay that I made myself some coffee.”

“It’s fine. Make yourself comfortable. What’s mine is yours,” I tell her.

“You’re sure?” she asks as she nibbles on her lip.

Standing, I walk over to her and cup the back of her head. I lean down and cover her lips with mine. She whimpers into my mouth when I pull back.

“I’m sure. You’ll stay here?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Good girl. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” I press one more kiss to her mouth.

“Bye. Ride safe,” she murmurs as I head for the door.

As soon as I step outside, I fight the urge to turn around. All I want to do is stay here with her, but I can’t. The sooner I meet Eagle, though, and figure out what the hell he needs, the sooner I can get back here.

Back to her.