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  Something was growing inside her chest, something both heavy and light, an odd sensation of being weighed down and set free at the same time. As she sat up on her knees, grabbed his thick cock, and guided it into her pussy, her head fell back with the pleasure of his filling her. And again, as she took every inch of him within herself and felt his hands molding her breasts, she marveled at how perfectly they fit together. Unlike her dream lover with the too long cock, Jonathan’s was the perfect length and much larger in diameter, filling her space with his hard heat. Damn, how she loved him.

  Her eyes snapped open to look down at his smiling face. She’d meant how much she loved this, this perfect union of their bodies.

  Or had she?

  Closing her eyes, Morgan covered Jonathan’s fingers upon her breasts with her own, appreciating the size difference between their hands, liking the sensation of his fingers moving beneath hers to bring her breasts and nipples perfect pleasure. Of its own accord, her body began rocking over his, moving his cock forward as she stroked up and over it, stopping just before he left her pussy completely, then shifting to impale her once more.

  As the passionate pressure inside her increased, she wanted more. More impact, harder thrusts inside her. She used her thigh muscles to lift and drop her body upon him, the sound of their flesh slapping together louder with every meeting. His grip upon her breasts released while his palms flattened out to form two surfaces for her nipples to bounce against.

  Then she came, whispering words that pleaded with him to fuck her harder even as she heard his seemingly faraway voice harshly begging the same of her. Part of her knew she was the one doing the fucking, but it didn’t matter. She wanted more, was consumed by the need for more, her hair bouncing and tickling the small of her back. Then she simply rocked forward and back as wave after wave of orgasm crested throughout her. With her eyes closed, she briefly felt as if she were coming while on a boat on the ocean and couldn’t help smiling with a long moan.

  Sated and exhausted, Morgan rested her upper body on his chest, buried her face against the side of his neck. and smiled again as his arms rose up to wrap her in a hug.

  “So I guess this was where you ran off to last night? You had to come home to Joey?” his voice vibrated within his chest and neck, tickling the tip of her nose.

  “Mm hm. Mrs. Myers, the lady across the hallway, watches him for me.” She was so sleepy, and though she knew she ought to move or at least straighten her legs to prevent her muscles from cramping, she couldn’t seem to budge. She could feel herself slipping into sleep already, despite her every effort not to.

  “I guess I should be annoyed that you left me to go running off to be with another male, huh?” He chuckled, his large hands stroking her back, deepening their touch to knead and massage her aching muscles.

  “Oh,” she moaned, partly from pleasure, partly from pain as he worked her tired and aching back.

  “Want a shower?” he asked. “The hot water would help.”

  Morgan shook her head. “Later. Sleep now.”

  She heard his chuckle rumble beneath her cheek again and smiled, so close to sleep now.

  “Then why don’t we go sleep somewhere a little more comfortable?”

  Wearily, Morgan managed to sit up, rise onto one foot at the side of the couch, and swing her other leg off him to the floor. Pin pricks stabbed her feet as the blood rushed back into them, making her groan.

  “Off to bed with you, little momma,” he said, swinging his legs off the couch and easily rising beside her.

  She stumbled down the hallway, completely past caring about anything but sinking into her bed. As she crawled between the sheets, she heard noises that sounded like cabinet doors opening and shutting and running water in the bathroom. A few minutes later, or maybe hours later, she wasn’t sure, his tall form filled her bedroom doorway, reminded her of her dreams with her dream lover. Odd how Jonathan was so much taller and had much broader shoulders than her dream lover.

  He sat beside her on the edge of the bed and pressed a warm hand against her hip to roll her onto her back. Then he gently separated her legs and cleaned her with a warm, wet washcloth. She sighed as the heat from the cloth took away all the stickiness and soothed the exterior of her pussy. He washed himself, took the cloth away, then came back and crawled under the sheet with her, filling up her small twin-sized bed with his large frame.

  “Mm, we’re going to have to get you a larger bed,” she heard him whisper in her ear as she rolled over and his body curved against the entire length of her. His arm wrapped around her waist to cup one of her breasts.

  She knew nothing more while she slept in contented peace without dreams.

  The next morning when she awakened, she stretched with a long yawn, and realized her bed was empty. Rolling onto one elbow, she also realized Joey’s crib was empty.

  What…?

  She managed to push herself to her feet, rubbing at her eyes with one fist while the other hand held the edge of Joey’s crib to prevent herself from running into it. She made her way to the end of the crib where a sliding door revealed a tiny closet with a chest of drawers nestled in among her few hanging dresses. Digging blindly in the top drawer, she grabbed an oversized T-shirt, pulled it on, and managed to knock her hands into the wire hangers overhead in the process. She backed out of the closet and walked down the hallway.

  In the kitchen, she stopped abruptly and looked around.

  Joey happily sat in his highchair at the bar, wearing nothing but a diaper and bits of yellow stuff in his hair, on his face, and over his bare chest. He looked up at her approach, pointed a chubby finger in her direction, and loudly announced, “Momma.”

  “Hi baby,” she said, gingerly kissing his ear since it seemed to be the only clean part left on him.

  “Do I get one, too?” Jonathan wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close while his other hand stirred something on the stove.

  She rose up on tiptoe and whispered, “Hi baby,” before kissing him on the mouth.

  “Uh, what’re you two up to?” Stepping back, she eyed the yellow stuff that littered the floor under Joey’s chair, as well as the stack of dishes and bowls that now filled the sink.

  “Breakfast,” Jonathan announced. “Or brunch, to be more accurate. How do you like your eggs? Want an omelet instead?”

  “Uh, I’m not much on breakfast,” she muttered, digging in the fridge for a soda and her daily jolt of caffeine. Wishing for the thousandth time that she could just inject the stuff straight into her veins, Morgan made her way over to a stool beside Joey, brushed the yellow substance off the seat, and sat down. As she popped the top on her soda can, she couldn’t help but sigh with relief.

  “Joey got a little fussy, and I figured he was hungry,” Jonathan explained, frowning at her while stirring whatever he was cooking on the stove. “You know, battery acid for breakfast isn’t a great way to start the day.”

  “Oh, please don’t tell me you’re a morning person,” Morgan groaned.

  Jonathan laughed. “Apparently you aren’t. Why don’t you let me make you something to eat?”

  “Unh,” she managed, and took a long guzzle of soda. After swallowing, she propped her chin in her hand and looked at him. “You should’ve waked me up. I would’ve taken care of Joey.”

  “Nah,” Jonathan waved the spatula at her. “We guys needed to bond anyways. You know, talk about you behind your back, discuss how cute you are when you’re asleep…”

  She smiled and took another gulp of caffeine.

  “Of course, we had some long talks while at the grocery store. Did you realize you didn’t have a single egg or sausage in this place? What do you guys live on?”

  Some of the soda came out Morgan’s nose as she coughed with her mouth full. Swallowing quickly, she wiped her nose and stared at him, wide awake now. “You took Joey shopping at the grocery store? Did you put him in his—”

  “Yes, little mother, we used your car and put him in
his safety seat, all properly belted in and everything. Relax, the store’s only three blocks down the road. We could’ve walked, but I wanted to get back here and cook something for you before you woke up.” Jonathan walked over to the bar, leaned over, and kissed her parted lips.

  When she could breathe again, she frowned at him. Apparently she’d slept harder than usual. She wasn’t too sure how she felt about his taking Joey to the store without her supervision, or the fact that Joey had apparently taken to Jonathan without hesitation.

  “Here, try this omelet and tell me what ya think,” he popped a forkful of egg into her mouth before she could protest.

  Slowly, she chewed then swallowed. “Hm, not bad. But Jonathan, did you ever stop and think that maybe I didn’t have any eggs because Joey could be allergic to them?”

  Jonathan blinked a few times at her. “But he’s not. I checked with Mrs. Myers across the hall.”

  “You checked with…” Great, so her neighbor and son’s babysitter knew about the new man in her life already.

  “Yeah. I figured I ought to introduce myself to her since we’d probably be seeing each other in the future.” Jonathan sipped some orange juice while watching her, his single arched eyebrow seeming to state that he didn’t know what in the world she was freaking out about.

  Then again, she wasn’t so sure she knew either.

  After breakfast, Morgan took a quick shower with Joey to get the scrambled eggs off him. Then they got dressed while Jonathan took his turn in the bathroom. He came out wearing only his jeans, making her mouth water. She didn’t want to come across as a nympho, though, and besides, Joey was awake. So she refrained from attacking his dripping wet, sexy body.

  “So listen,” Jonathan said. “I was thinking maybe we could take Joey to the park or something today. What do you think? Give him a chance to play in the sunshine?”

  Morgan glanced up from where she and Joey were playing on the living room floor, and her eyes widened. Jonathan stood beside them buttoning up his shirt, unfastened his jeans, then tucked his shirt in and refastened his jeans.

  Holy Mother Mary, he was too damn good looking.

  “Uh, yeah, sure.” And maybe this would give her more time to figure out what was bugging her.

  They took a couple of bottles of water, Joey’s bottle, some extra diapers, and a blanket. Then they took her car, which Morgan let him drive, since his legs were too long to fit in the front seat with Joey’s car seat behind him. She tried not to laugh when he had to move the seat all the way back in order to fit his legs in her car.

  “This is about the size of my car,” he said with a grin as he adjusted the seat.

  At the park, they spread the blanket under a tree, then took turns pushing Joey in one of the hard plastic toddler swings that helped keep his little body from falling forward or back. Joey was just learning to walk, so Morgan also held his hands and helped him balance while he toddled around the playground equipment until he wore himself out.

  While Joey napped on the blanket, Jonathan lay beside the baby with his head resting in Morgan’s lap. She stroked his curls while answering all his questions about her background. Though she wasn’t thrilled with being a single mom, she was proud that she hadn’t married Joey’s father just to avoid this title, which she assured him would’ve been the biggest mistake of her life. The only tough part to tell him about was the estrangement between her mother and herself.

  “Are you sure she really meant to seek custody of Joey?” He played with the blade of grass he’d tugged up from near their blanket and glanced up at her, his brown eyes soft yet a little concerned.

  Morgan thought about his question and sighed. “I don’t know. My mom’s a really hard headed woman. If she got it into her head that her only grandbaby was in danger...she might, yeah. And she certainly sounded like she meant it the night we argued. Either way, Joey’s too important to me to take any chances with him, you know?”

  She stroked his hair back from his forehead and felt her chest tighten. There it was again, that undeniable sensation in her chest, a feeling of being both weighed down and yearning to soar, like a helium balloon tied to a brick.

  Oh shit, I’m falling in love with him!

  Closing her eyes, Morgan tried to breathe deeply. Maybe she was mistaken. After all, she’d thought she was in love with Joey’s father, too. She could be wrong again.

  She opened her eyes, caught him smiling that tilted grin of his, and sighed. Nope, there was no mistaking it unless she just wanted to flat out lie to herself.

  She was definitely falling in love with this man.

  * * * * *

  The next week was the happiest Morgan could ever remember. She didn’t see Jonathan every single day, but usually he’d come to see her at least every other day at the Midnight Saloon, then come home with her to give Mrs. Myers a charmingly cheeky grin while they picked up Joey, put the baby to bed, then made love on the couch in the living room. A couple of times Morgan dropped Joey off early with Mrs. Myers so Jonathan and she could go out to eat together before her shift started at the saloon. They went to the park several more times, and swam twice in the hotel pool with Jonathan, who looked like a damn swimsuit model in his black knee length swim shorts.

  The happiness in her personal life became needed more than ever as life at work went from uncomfortable to downright irritating for Morgan. Now three of the six MDGs stared and frowned at her every night she worked there, conversation with the fellow dancers was stilted at best, and she still had no clue what the hell she’d done to tick them off.

  By Saturday, Morgan had had enough and approached to Brianna privately about it.

  “Look Brianna, I don’t know what I did to piss them off so royally, but something’s gotta give,” Morgan told her at the end of the day’s dance practice session at the bar. Jonathan sat at the other end of the room in a chair playing with Joey out of earshot—which was good, since Morgan hadn’t shared her work problems with him yet.

  Brianna frowned, obviously mad, but at whom, Morgan didn’t know.

  “I’m sorry. I guess I should’ve found some way to handle it myself,” Morgan said, wondering if she’d screwed up by talking about the situation with her boss. After all, if Brianna were to be biased in anyone’s favor, surely she’d side with the other MDGs. since she’d known them longer and had even danced with them on the college pom squad up until her graduation a couple of weeks ago.

  “No, you did the right thing,” Brianna replied, patting Morgan’s shoulder with a tight smile. “Something’s going on with some of the MDGs. They’ve been acting differently around me, too. Don’t take it personally. I’ll find out what’s going on with them and handle it, I promise.” Her smile turned decidedly grim as she stared at the bare wall on the opposite side of the bar, apparently lost in thought.

  Still unsure whether she’d done the right thing in going to Brianna with her concerns, Morgan nodded and decided to drop the matter. All she could do was perform her job to the best of her ability and let Brianna root out the problem. If an apology from Morgan was needed, fine. She was more than willing to give one if it was deserved. Otherwise, she was going to try to focus on the bright spots in her life and not worry about what was going on with her fellow MDGs.

  They ended the day’s practice session an hour before Morgan needed to be there to help open the saloon. Morgan needed to pick up a few things at the local Wal-Mart, so she and Jonathan said goodbye to Brianna and headed for the superstore. Joey started to fuss loudly, and Morgan’s stomach knotted as she instinctively wondering how Jonathan would react, even though he’d yet to be bothered by Joey’s crying.

  “I think he’s bored looking at groceries,” Jonathan suggested. “We’re going to do some shopping of our own. Meet you at the left side checkout counters in fifteen minutes?”

  Morgan nodded gratefully, waited until Jonathan had lifted Joey out of the buggy, then gave them both a peck on the cheek and sent them off in relief. Shopping in the
relative quiet was relaxing, giving her a desperately needed moment of solitude. After finding everything on her list with time left over to debate the merits of one spaghetti sauce over another, she sighed with a smile and headed for the front of the store to find her guys.

  Her guys. She grinned widely at the thought. Yeah, they were her guys, and aside from work issues, her life really couldn’t be any more perfect right now. Geez, she loved them, loved spending time laughing with them, loved watching Jonathan and Joey play and talk together. Sometimes, she just sat in quiet awe, watching the amazed expression on Joey’s face, his little cherub mouth parted in wonder as he listened to Jonathan’s deep rumble telling him all about the world around them.

  She could honestly die a happy woman right now.

  You just may, my pretty, a familiar voice whispered within her mind, bringing her to a standstill.

  “What?” She glanced around, slowly at first, then more wildly, looking for the source of the voice. She knew that voice, recognized it from…from…from her dreams a couple of weeks ago. That was the whisper of her dream lover.

  Good grief, was she losing her mind? Hearing imaginary voices in the middle of Wal-Mart?

  Rubbing her forehead with a frown, Morgan turned her focus back to finding Jonathan and Joey at the checkout counters, finally spotting a tall man with a baby boy sitting on his shoulders. They were wearing matching black baseball caps and black sunshades; the baby’s a miniature version of the man’s.

  Instinctively, Morgan headed that direction, then found a smile growing as she recognized the width of those shoulders even before Jonathan turned around with a grin.

  “Like ‘em? Don’t we look too cool?” he asked, waving one of Joey’s feet at her.

  Chuckling, Morgan shook her head to herself and began putting groceries on the conveyor belt for scanning. She pushed away all thoughts of the whispered voice she’d heard a few moments ago, figuring it was just her imagination running wild.