Make Me Yours (2 page)

Teeth chattering, Morgan looked for a bell, but couldn’t find one. Her damp clothes were keeping her from gaining any warmth and her need to find Jack urged her forward towards the sound of music and voices coming from behind a pair of closed heavy doors. Unfamiliar sounds reached her befuddled senses as she inched the door open. Pushing her damp hair out of her face, she peered into a large, dimly lit room. As her eyes adjusted to her surroundings, she stood transfixed in stunned awe and excitement at the tableau in front of her.

About thirty people filled the room, some lounging on plush chairs and sofas, women and some men kneeling at their feet. A small dance floor was off to her right, but it wasn’t the gyrating bodies that held her attention. Instead, her eyes moved to the far end of the cavernous room and landed on a naked woman bound on a cross, a man in tight jeans and t-shirt flicking her tight beaded nipples with a thin crop. The way she thrust her chest out, told Morgan the woman actually wanted to feel that instrument of torture on her sensitive flesh. A few feet from the cross another naked woman was tied face down over a padded bench, her cries of ecstasy stating clear enough that she was enjoying being fucked by the hefty man behind her.

“Are you okay, sweetie?”

Morgan tried not to gape at the leather clad woman leading a topless girl by a leash. She felt like in Wonderland and she had just landed in a strange new land.

“I’m looking for Jack.” Morgan couldn’t think of anything else to say.

A small smile tilted the other woman’s red lips as she turned and yelled out, “Jack! You’ve got a visitor!”

Jack’s brows drew together in a frown as he set the flogger down and switched his attention from the sub chained in front of him to the front of the room where he heard Maggie call for him. Standing in the doorway was a hunched, bedraggled figure that looked oddly familiar. Since his lodge was booked this weekend with a private group of BDSM players, he wasn’t expecting any late arrivals. Reaching up, he unclipped ’s arms from the dangling chain and clasped her shaking, sweat slick naked body.

“I’m sorry, sweetie. I need to see to something. Go to the bar and wait for me there.”

“Yes, Master Jack.” looked up at him with adoring eyes before moving off towards the bar that ran the length of the side wall.

Frustrated at the untimely interruption, he headed towards his uninvited guest, wondering why someone would be so foolish as to be out in this storm. As he neared the doors, however, his frustration quickly turned to surprise followed swiftly by anger.

“Morgan?” Disbelief and irritation colored his tone as he recognized the curly sable hair and topaz eyes that were staring at him in relief.

“Jack! Thank God.”

As her eyes filled with tears, he reached out and enfolded her shivering, damp form. “Thank you, Maggie. I’ll take care of this. Could you ask Mike to cover for me?”

“Sure, no problem.”

As Maggie led her sub away, Jack ushered his unexpected and unwanted guest back into the lobby, shutting the doors to the play room behind him. “Morgan, what the hell are you doing here and why are you so wet? You’re going to catch your death.”

“Jack, I’ve been trying to call you all day. Why haven’t you answered or called me back? You ALWAYS call me back.” Her voice broke on the accusation, her brain still trying to play catch up with what she saw going on in that big room, including finally spotting Jack standing behind a bound, naked woman, a flogger in his hand. That the woman was on the verge of climax had been obvious even from across the room.

“Don’t take that tone with me, Princess. We’ve been swamped today with the arrival of this private party as well as the snowstorm. I haven’t had time to check my phone. Come on.” Grabbing her hand he dragged her to the wide staircase and pulled her up behind him as they ascended to the second story. “You need to get out of those wet clothes before we finish this conversation. How’d you get so wet anyway? What’d you do, walk here?”

“As a matter of fact, yes, right after my car ended up wedged against a tree and stuck in the snow.”

Jack stopped abruptly and turned to stare down at her in astonishment and growing anger. “Are you fucking telling me you were out in this storm dressed like that? Did you leave your common sense back in ?”

“Jack Sinclair, don’t you yell at me! I’ve had an awful couple of days and went through hell to get here.”

As always, the sight of her golden eyes filling with tears was enough to cool his temper. Ever since the minx was seven years old, she could wrap him around her finger and it has taken all his self control not to let her know that. “Come on,” he stated gruffly, tugging on her cold hand again. “Let’s get you warm and settled and you can tell me what this latest fiasco of yours is all about.”

Morgan let Jack haul her the rest of the way upstairs, fatigue, hunger and chills making it easy to let him take over. Instead of a hallway that housed separate rooms, she was surprised to step into a spacious, open loft that over looked the lobby below. A huge fireplace bracketed by floor to ceiling book shelves took up one wall. Large cream colored leather sofas stood out against the dark hardwood floors and were arranged in a semi circle facing the fireplace and entertainment center. The vaulted ceilings and floor to ceiling windows that took up the adjoining wall made the room look even bigger. A long granite topped eating bar was the only thing that divided the living room from the kitchen that housed stainless steel appliances, matching dark blue granite counters and copper pots and pans hanging over the island.

“You live up here?” Morgan asked, loving the look of the place.

“Marc and I do. Come on. Let’s get you out of those wet clothes.”

Morgan giggled and couldn’t resist needling him. “I’ve been waiting to hear you say that for ten years.”

Jack turned abruptly and pinned her against the wall, his dark eyes glaring down at her. “Don’t push me, brat. I’m sorely tempted to give you that spanking I’ve been promising you. And trust me; you won’t enjoy it nearly as much as you saw my date did when you had your nose poked where it didn’t belong.”

Morgan’s heart sped up and her pussy dampened with immediate lust. If he kept tantalizing her with giving her a taste of his kinky passions, she wouldn’t need that hot bath to warm her up. All she’d need was him. “Are you sure I wouldn’t enjoy it?”

Jack clenched his jaw tightly while he got himself under control. The damn minx had no idea what she was pushing for and he’d be damned if he ruined their relationship by giving in to her. Morgan was like a spoiled little kid, acting out to get attention. When her parents, damn their sorry asses, didn’t comply, she had turned her efforts on him. Feeling sorry for the lonely little girl with the haunting topaz eyes, he had taken her under his wing. Having two wonderful, caring and doting parents, he could never understand why her parents refused to show their only child any affection. He had much preferred growing up in a loving home with little money or amenities to the cold mansion and even colder mother and father that Morgan had had to endure. All the things their money could buy her weren’t worth her neglectful upbringing. If it hadn’t been for Agatha, the Tomlinson’s cook, and himself, Morgan wouldn’t have had any loving adult influence.

It wasn’t until five years ago, when he had surprised her by showing up for her college graduation, that he realized she was no longer a child, and that the feelings that had started to change the summer of her eighteenth birthday from fondness to lust, had not lessened any with separation and time. Given his lifestyle, and not willing to risk hurting her or losing her, he had been keeping her at arm’s length ever since.

Now, looking down into her mischievous face and hearing her tease him, he knew he was in real trouble. Because, like it or not, she was going to be stuck here for the next few days and he knew the hard on he was trying to ignore had nothing to do with the light flogging and anticipated fuck he had planned with Sandy.

“Dammit, Morgan, you’ve made me forget my obligations,” he growled, just now remembering that Sandy was probably still sitting naked at the bar like a good little sub, waiting for him to return. “Come on.”

Jack pulled her into his room, but gave her no time to look around as he continued across the plush maroon carpet into the bathroom. “Strip,” he ordered, dropping her hand and turning to start filling the large Jacuzzi bathtub.

“Huh?” All flirting and teasing aside, Morgan knew she couldn’t just drop her sodden clothes in front of him, no matter how badly she wanted to get warm.

Steam billowed up from the faucets and Jack turned and placed his hands on his hips and glared at her. “I said, strip. Now’s not the time for modesty. You’ll be lucky if you don’t wake up with pneumonia tomorrow. I have to check on someone downstairs. Unless you need help, I’ll be back in a minute.” Turning, he stormed out of the bathroom.

Morgan’s shaking fingers struggled with the buttons on her coat and it seemed to take forever before she finally got the last one opened. Slipping it off, she let the coat drop to the tiled floor and went to work on her slacks. The steam heated the bathroom quickly and the warmth felt heavenly as she slowly removed the rest of her clothes. As much as she had longed to have Jack see her as more than a friend or little sister, she would never be comfortable baring herself so casually. She was not slender or petite like her mother, and never would be. Although, at five six, she was a good eight inches shorter than Jack, she was by no means small. Her mother constantly harping on her about losing weight because men didn’t like girls with such big breasts and hips didn’t help her self esteem.

Morgan sighed as she sank down into the heated water and then moaned as her chilled skin thawed. Years ago, after trying numerous diets and strenuous exercises to no avail, she had given up on being anything but what she was. Maybe Jack liked soft, full figured women, she thought as she sank deeper into the tub. Closing her eyes, she thought back to the last time she saw him. After her graduation ceremony, he had taken her out to dinner and dancing. They had spent the evening talking and laughing, and when he pulled her into his arms for a slow dance, Morgan had never been happier. He seemed to like holding her close and she couldn’t resist the temptation when he bent to kiss her nose, as he was wont to do. Leaning up and turning her head, she made sure his lips landed on hers instead of her nose. A thrill shot through her when he groaned and his arms tightened, pulling her hips against his erection.

He had kissed her deeply, right there on the dance floor, his tongue making an erotic exploration of her mouth, her arms holding tight around his neck. Surely he now saw her as a woman, she thought, and a desirable one at that if the hard cock poking her stomach was any indication. Anticipating what would come next, of leaving the club with him and finally losing her virginity to the one man she desired above all others, she had been shocked and sorely disappointed when he pulled away from her and retreated behind a friendly but cool façade. After driving her home and leaving her on her doorstep with an impersonal peck on the nose, she had rashly gotten into her car and driven to another club where she knew Tabitha was partying. Several hours and drinks later, she lost her virginity to a stranger in the backseat of her car.

Jack stood quietly in the doorway and watched the myriad of expressions cross Morgan’s face. Head back, eyes closed, she looked relaxed unless you knew her well, which he did. Her mouth had been soft, the lips turned up before her chin tightened and her lips and brows lowered in a frown. Her breasts were full and beautiful as they bobbed in the water, her stomach looked soft, her hips wide enough to cradle his large frame in comfort. She had the type of body he favored most, full and soft, something he had been more than aware of in the past and done his damnedest to ignore. For now he would continue to ignore her lush temptation and instead get to the root of this unexpected visit.

“What’s the frown for, Princess?”

With a startled squeal, Morgan sat up quickly, water sloshing as her arms went across her breasts. “Jack! You could at least wait until I get out. Go away and close the door.” She tried to sound indignant, but looking at him lounging negligently against the door, his blonde hair in direct contrast to the dark beard that covered his face, she felt her voice catch and her heart trip with longing. It was always that way with him.

“Uhuh. My house, my rules. What were you thinking about a minute ago?”

Narrowing her eyes at him, she stated bluntly, “About the one and only time you kissed me, and then left me hanging.”

Jack remembered that kiss well, and his reaction to it and having her lush body plastered against his. She wasn’t the only one that had been left hanging that night. “We need to talk.” He needed to keep both their minds off anything sexual until he figured out what was going on with her and what scrape he was going to have to bail her out of now. It must be a doozie to have her driving clear from in the middle of a blizzard to see him. Not that he minded being there for her. He never had and never would. She just picked a bad weekend to show up unexpected on his doorstep. The private BDSM party that was booked would take up most of his time and he had no idea how he was going to manage his responsibilities as their host and keep her occupied elsewhere.

Tossing one of his flannel shirts on the counter along with a pair of socks, he said, “When you’re warm enough join me in the kitchen. I’ll fix you something to eat then you can tell me what scrape you’ve got yourself into.”

Chapter Two

“You always could cook as well as Agatha.”

Jack turned from pulling out the leftover lasagna from the oven to see Morgan looking cute as a button in his shirt and socks. But cute wasn’t much of a deterrent knowing she was naked and easily accessible underneath the flannel. “Lucky for you. Sit down and tell me what was so important you had to drive all the way here in the middle of a blizzard.”

Morgan hopped up on one of the stools at the counter and felt her mouth water when he set a plate of steaming lasagna in front of her as well as a glass of tea. Not even the reminder of Joel’s betrayal could deter her from diving into Jack’s lasagna. “Just a minute.” Taking a bite, she closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure.