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Treasure (Prequel/Sequel of Diggin’ On You)	By : SensationalK Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 2122 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Treasure (Prequel/Sequel of Diggin’ On You)
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Thought it would be interesting on what Derek was feeling during his time with Lovelyn Florence. Please Rate and Review!
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“Good Morning, Everyone! It’s a new day today and I’m gonna start it with Anthony Hamilton’s, ‘Sista Big Bone’, so get yall big butts out of bed and get the day started!”
He’s way to fucking awake, I groaned as dug my head into the pillow. I lay on my bed for a few minutes before I sat up. Clooney instantly getting to his feet knowing exactly what I was going to do, he wagged his tail excitedly and I had to give my little man a rub down before I picked up my sweatpants from the floor next to the bed.
I slipped into my pants, socks that I thrown next to them and pulled my running shoes from under the bed before putting them on. I yawned loudly as I got up and grabbed my old Police Academy sweater. It was October nearly November, it was shit ass cold outside and as I caught a glance outside, it had snowed last night. As ‘Sista Big Bone’ ended, I hit the off button.
“Ready to run, Clooney”
“Woof! Woof!”
I grinned at my Golden Retriever and left my bedroom, downstairs to my Itouch and Beatz Headphone that had thrown on my living table after yesterday’s night run. I tucked my keys into my pockets, and opened the door; Clooney flew out of the door and right into the thick layer of snow that covered my front lawn. It must have snowed heavy during the night. I grabbed my shovel from the garbage, and shoved my walkway free, the sidewalk and my driveway. Occasionally watching Clooney make Snow-Dogs, chasing after his own shadow in the snow after I put my shovel away, I went to start my morning run. Clooney running in front of me, I refused to put my boy on a leash for the two minutes it took for me jog out of the neighbourhood.
I took the route to the dog park, and jogged on the salted path a few rounds before I jogged back. My heart thumped a bit because I knew who was there. I’ve only seen her from the side or the back; it was damn sure enough for me. I jogged past the open the space near the now frozen lake, I saw her standing there with two puppies from what it looked was a Pitbull and clumsy Great Dane. I pulled a headphone away from my ears just to hear her.
She had this laugh as she laughed about the puppies. It was free, soft and so damn sexy. I knew that she lived somewhere in my neighbourhood, but I couldn’t tell you where. She looked so damn good.
Usually I, Derek Morgan, was picky about his women. I loved them with those supermodel looks, the long glossy hair and could fuck like a porn like star. This woman was bigger what I usually wanted; I saw the protruding stomach from the side telling me that she got a stomach roll, in summer that I saw with short sleeves and shorts. She got extra flab on her arms, thick calves, but her thighs and ass. They make every negative thing okay again; she got an ass on her that made everyone take a double look, and thick thighs that just tell you that they can probably ride you for hours on end. Don’t me get started on her chest, from the damn side those babies makes what to bury my face between them. I could spend hours just on them.
I jogged passed her, glancing at her one time again before putting the headphone back on and jog on home. As I finally got to my front steps, I grabbed a towel that had hanging by the door on the coat rack and dried off Clooney before I let the soaking wet dog in the house.
I went upstairs immediately to shower and get dressed, it was ten before eight as I made back downstairs. I fed Clooney; I turned on the coffee maker before I left the house earlier so it was waiting for me. I made myself a cup, and grabbed a bowl of cereal.
I sat down on the couch to eat my breakfast, catching the morning news and drink my coffee before I headed out. After I ate, I put my dirty dishes away, told Clooney goodbye and left the house for work.
I loved my work, I lived and breathed it but lately it had become a bit too much. The Team and I were nearly gone most of the month on case after case; I had a stack of paper work on my desk that went three months back. I missed Clooney, I missed my home, and Anita, my former main squeeze left me two weeks ago because she couldn’t handle that I was gone most of the time.
It was just starting to get on my damn nerves.
I drove to work, parked, and took the elevators to the BAU floor. I was always one of the last to walk in, usually would walk to Baby Girl to check up on her but I could see Hotch standing in the middle of the bullpen waiting.
Probably for me.
“Morning,” I spoke as I walked through the glass doors and took the stairs into the bullpen, dumped my book bag on my desk and sat on.
“Morgan,” Hotch nodded towards me. He waited until every told me their Good Morning before he spoke up again, “Yesterday at the Chief meeting with Strauss, she told me that we’ve been lacking on our paper work and Agent Foster too. She told us that she wanted give us break, so she hired someone to take over our paper working.”
I grinned as Emily whooped and JJ gave off a Hallelujah, “We are to give Agent Florence a detail handwritten description on your partake on the case hand it to her by the end of the day when we return and the rest she will finish,” Hotch added.
“That doesn’t sound bad; we usually take footnotes during the case, do you think that will be enough?” Emily asked.
“Acutally that will do, Agent Prentiss.”
That melodically voice, I turned around and stare at the woman that stood at the top stair that led down to us. I blinked and could only stare.
The woman from the dog park.
Even though I never her face close enough, I knew those curves like the back of my hand.
“Team, meet Agent Lovelyn Florence, she will be taking one of our meeting rooms as an office so she will be primarily here everyday.”
Lovelyn. What a unique name.
She shook hands with everyone as they introduce themselves to her. Even Rossi and Spencer had to notice something about her because the Italian instantly flirted with her and Spencer blushed and could only stammer out his name.
As she shook my head, I could smell her, soft scent of coffee, vanilla and cinnamon. It nearly made my head spin. I took in her light brown eyes that shaded with gold and black, her skin looked delicious a tasty looking caramel, her full glossy dark red lips, her high cheekbones, her nose was pierced with a tiny diamond stud, her dark brown hair was pulled into a sleek tight high bun and she wore a big twisted golden hoop earrings. She wore brown suit with a golden silk looking blouse that showed enough cleavage that made my mouth water. I took in the rest of her and found that she was in a pair of heels that usually only women six sizes smaller than her would wear. I found it absolutely sexy.
It was Emily coughing loudly that told that I was staring at Lovelyn; I looked at the dark haired woman as she grinned at me and then looked away innocently.
That had been the day I met my Future Wife.
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Hotch had just told them all to go home when Baby Girl walked in the bullpen, dressed like she was about to go work out. Penelope isn’t the type to work out. She had a neon green tank stop, bright pink Capri sweat pants on and white running shoes.
“Where you going, Baby girl?” I asked her.
“Zumba!” Penny grinned, giving a shake of her hips.
“You’re actually going to do it again?” JJ asked she had just walked out of office, dressed to work out too; Emily vanished into JJ’s office with her book bag.
“What got yall into Zumba fever?” I asked with a grin.
“Our Zumba instructor,” JJ grinned as she nodded to Lovelyn’s closed office door, and with perfect timing, her door opened and she walked out.
I had to hold my whistle; Lovelyn wore a pair of tight black tights that stopped just above her knees, and green and black running shoes. From what I could see was she wore a white sports bra, it surprised the hell out of me that could fine one to hold her sexy large breast and a loose green tank-top with the Zumba logo on.
“I didn’t know that you taught Zumba, SugarMama?” I told her, and Lovelyn grinned at me.
“Zumba isn’t really fitness for me, it’s just dancing and I love to dance. I picked up years ago when it first came out. It was Strauss’s idea for me to hold classes down in the training rooms once she found out that I did the instructor courses. Two times a month, I hold courses,” she explained.
“You guys are welcomed to come including you Honey-Eyes,” Lovelyn winked at Reid, for the three month she has been with us, we all felt like we got extra family member. Lovelyn fit in perfectly to us.
“Yeah come on!” Garcia looked at me.
“Just once,” JJ smiled at Hotch and Rossi, “Could use it as a bonding method.”
“Once?” Rossi asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Just once, Scouts Honour,” Lovelyn held up two finger salute.
Reid looked at me and I shrugged, “How long is the course?”
“Hour and a half, and you’ll burn more calories than any other work out you’ll have,” Lovelyn told him, “Don’t worry, Reid, you don’t have to be a dancer to get the work out. I’ll teach the steps each time I do a new move,” she spoke.
One…Two…Three!
Bam! There was the pout, Lovelyn’s famous pout that even Aaron couldn’t resist. This woman didn’t know that she had everyone wrapped around her finger at least all the males, Hell, I was drooling over her twenty-four seven.
“Just once, we’ll see you all downstairs,” Hotch smiled suddenly, “I gotta call Jack’s babysitter and tell her that I’ll be a couple of hours late.”
I knew that the guys had work out clothes at the downstairs lockers. I was followed by Hotch, Dave and Spencer to the lockers to change. We were surprised to find a hand full of guys changing too.
“Yall heading to the Zumba course,” Jordan Jackson asked as he pulled a T shirt over his torso as the others went to their lockers.
“Yeah. Don’t know how we got reeled in, but we are,” I answered, grinning.
“I damn sure know why I’m going, two words,” Jordan grinned, and his buddies grinned.
“Lovelyn Florence,” he added, “That woman got ass on her, and soon as I found out that she was going to be shaking and bouncing it for free, I signed up the moment it was posted in the break rooms,” Jordan rubbed his hands together and licked his lips.
“She got back,” one of the men in the lock room nodded.
“Mama got back and front!” Jordan grinned as he closed locker after stuffing his bag into it.
I shook my head. I knew the boys, Hell, lockers rooms would never change, from teenagers to grown men, the topic would always be women and sex. Usually, I love to join in and brag, hell it was usually required, but I couldn’t, not when it was about Lovelyn. Lovelyn deserved respect and not some locker room gossip. I dressed quickly after the others had left leaving with Reid, Hotch and Rossi; respectfully they hadn’t joined in degrading their co-worker.
We followed the loud Latin music and stepped into one of the training rooms. To my surprised it was full, lots of women and handful on men. All shapes and sizes, from old to young, I found myself looking up front to the make shift stage were Lovelyn stood with two other instructors I recognized from Headquarters, one of them I had use to date.
“Is that last of yall?” Lovelyn asked through a mic after turning the music off, I turned around and peaked into the hall and saw nobody, “Yeah!” I hollered towards her, “Then close the door, please.”
The three instructors talked up front for a second with their hands over their microphone before turning to us.
“So there are quiet a few new faces, a lot of new faces,” Lovelyn smiled, “Janelle, Susan and I are going to teach you guys the basic steps for the first half without music before we’ll kick yall asses,” she grinned and the classes hollered and booed playfully.
If you had any rhythm the steps were easy to learn. I was surprised to find Spencer and Hotch getting it pretty fast, Rossi probably took enough ladies out salsa dancing that it wasn’t hard for to pick up the rhythm. Penelope, JJ and Emily had taken two courses before them and did the moves perfectly. As promised, the half hour was finished and Susan moved over to the speaker system to hit play.
The first four songs were easy to follow, but then they got bit harder and faster. It was then the newcomers started to do mistakes. I watched as Janelle stayed up front as Susan and Lovelyn jumped down to help out the others. They walked around correcting people, talking, laughing and even dancing. Lovelyn moved to the back towards our group, she smiled at the girls and then moved to us men. She nodded in approval as she passed Hotch and Rossi; she corrected Reid’s arm movements and then came over to me with a slick smile.
“You’re cheating” she moved behind me, put a hand on my lower back and shoulder, pulling my back straight and then kicked my feet that were spread wide, even wider, suddenly the burning in my thighs started. I held back the groan as her hands moved to the back of thighs, “You gotta feel the burn of the workout to work, Derek,” she purred.
Fuck! I was burning, but it wasn’t in my thighs. My cock suddenly twitched and started to harden at the feel of her hands on me, I had to think about my Grandma in a bikini so that I didn’t disgrace myself in front of my colleagues.
She moved away and headed to the line that girls formed and stood next to Garcia as she danced with them. They laughed and chatted, and I was lost as Lovelyn’s back was facing me, I knew I had to be drooling as I watched her ass, and hips shake to the music.
Fuck, I was no better than Jordan!
After a few minutes, she walked away and did a round of corrections again before walking up on stage again. To my surprise I really had fun, and fuck by the end of the session, I was drenched in sweat and panting like I ran a marathon.
As we all rested for the few minutes, dehydrating from all the fluids we lost, I watched Jordan approach Lovelyn with a little swag in his step. My eyes narrowed as he talked to her, Lovelyn smirked and gave him a sultry look.
Jealousy burned through me. I hated that the fucking prick was flirting with her and she was with him. Before I had to chance to explode, Reid knocked me out of thoughts and I walked back with him, Hotch and Rossi to the men’s locker room to shower and change. I had just come out the showers; to change into my work clothes when Jordan walked in the locker room grinning like the cat caught the canary.
“You got it?” one of his friends asked smiling as he finished towelling himself off.
Jordan held up a piece of paper, “I got it and got a date on Friday at 7:00. I knew that it was only a matter of time before Lovelyn caved in,” he spoke.
I gritted my teeth as I pulled my jeans over my hips and button it up before I grabbed my belt.
“What you got planned?”
Jordan leaned against the locker with his back, “I’m going to take her out to eat, maybe go get my groove on with her and if I’m lucky, I’ll get those pretty lips wrapped around my di…” I forgot that I could move that fast, I really did, but the second I heard him speak, I got pissed beyond belief. Hot rage raked over me, one second I was minding my own business, the next I had my forearm pressing on Jordan’s windpipe, and was pressing him against the locker.
Jordan struggled to get air; the other’s so stunned to moved or even help the man. Then again, I was twice the size than most.
“Don’t you ever talk about her like that again. Show some damn respect, Jackson,” I pressed a bit harder against his throat, I swore his dark skin got even darker, I backed off and I let Jordan slide to the floor, gasping for air.
“Fuck, Morgan,” he rasped as he grabbed his throat.
“I can do even worse, Jackson, you fuck up with Lovelyn, I’ll be coming after your ass,” I threatened him after I pulled my sweater on and walked off.
The next day, I felt like sadist as I caught Lovelyn depressively telling Penny and JJ that Jordan cancelled on her and I felt like cheering.
She deserved better, way better.
I think that was moment I realized that I had more than just an attraction to Lovelyn.
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It was one of those rare days that I actually had a weekend off. I cleaned the house in the morning after sleeping in, had a good breakfast and was now walking to the dog park to relax and play with my little buddy. It was pure luck that I stumbled across Lovelyn.
Man the moment I saw her, my heart broke.
Her lovely face was streaked in tears and her eyes red and puffy like she had been crying all night. She looked tired and worn. Despite of the Spring air, and everyone walking around like they were the happiest people on earth, Lovelyn looked like the world came down on her. I hated that, I wanted her to smile again.
“Hey SugarMama, what’s wrong?” I unleashed Clooney and he ran towards Maya and Louis, the three dogs becoming close companions over the last few months since Lovelyn and I decided to walk the dogs together.
Lovelyn looked up at me startled, and quickly wiped her eyes, trying to hide the evidence of her tears and put a fake smile on her lips.
“Nothing,” she answered me, her voice giving her dead away.
I sat down and wrapped an arm around her shoulders pulling her into my side, wanting, no, needing to comfort her, “Lovelyn, talk to me.”
She looked at me and shook her head, “It’s stupid, Derek. I feel like I’m some stupid teenager crying over this, I guess it’s my ego crying more than me.”
I used my free arm and hand to raise her chin, and wipe her tears away with my thumb, “Tell Daddy about it.”
I smiled as she laughed, I wanted to make her smile, and her smiles make the world feel okay around me.
“Do you find me attractive?” she asked.
I choked on the air I sucked in. Where in the hell did that come from? I coughed, and Lovelyn chuckled, “I’m not coming on to you, Derek. I want an honest answer from friend to friend. Do you think I look good?”
Good?
That was an understatement!
Try smoking, sexy, desirable, gorgeous and beautiful and those were even too modest to describe Lovelyn Florence.
“What asshole…” I started but I was caught off by her no nonsense look.
“Derek Morgan, answer the question.”
I sighed, “You look beautiful, Lovelyn.”
“And if I was your type would you date me?”
I started to open my mouth to say something and she hit me with the look again.
“Yes, if you were my type. I would date you,” treasure you, love you, and marry you. I left those words unspoken.
Lovelyn let out a sigh, and leaned into me.
“Gonna tell me what happened?” I asked her.
“Let’s say I had a date last night, and it went sour when he saw that I wasn’t a size zero.”
I felt my teeth grind together, what fuck up would want a size zero when he could have Lovelyn.
“I hate blind dates.”
Derek huffed, “Who talked you into that one?”
“It was one of Kevin’s friends, the better looking ones,” she laughed, “I can’t believe that such a nerd had such high standards. Everyone wants a Victoria Secret model nowadays, I meant the dude had braces and ache with 33, and he tells me that I’m too fat for him.”
I wanted the name and address of the fuck so I could go find him and beat him so hard that he wouldn’t need braces anymore. “SugarMama, you aren’t fat.”
Lovelyn looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “Sweetheart, I’ve known since high school that I’m fat. Derek, I probably weight more than you.”
“I’m 220” I answered her, and she nodded, “Yup, more than you.”
“Who and the fuck cares, a man is going to love you how you are, weight and all. God, Lovelyn if you could see yourself through my eyes and then you’ll know that you’re beautiful.”
Lovelyn smiled and then spoke, “You sure know how to pick a girl up, Derek.” She nudged me with her shoulder, “Thank you.”
I wanted to kiss her what exact moment, and then take her home to show her that a real man can work the best of what he gets, as I moved into lay a kiss on her. Barking startled me away and Lovelyn’s attention was drawn to her dogs as Louis chased after some squirrel.
Lovelyn got up and ran after her puppy, not wanting him to fall into the pond that was close by. I watched her and shook my head, I wanted her so much.
But I was so afraid to mess it up. Lovelyn deserved a man that gave her the world not some wanna be player with a serious issues, past and present. I sighed as I got up and headed to where Clooney was playing with a young Maya.
At least it looks like one of us got a girl out of it.
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I had good, fuck that, I had great sex before. I had girls that knew what they wanted and used you all night so that you had to walk bow legged the next day, but this, this was ridiculous.
How does sex make you feel like you’ve been turned inside out, that your heart will explode and you’re mind blank with pure pleasure? Because this was exactly how I felt with Lovelyn, each and every time we had sex. I knew for sure that I was going to have a heart attack if this continued.
We’ve just finished, her warm soft body was partially on top of mine. She was sleeping, I would usually follow her after making love, but this time I wanted to be able to watch her sleep. She’s even so sensual as she slept, her eyes closed, her lips still red and puffy from my kisses, her hair was open her tight curls falling down her back and some strands falling into her face. She was wonderful, she was finally mine.
It took a little black leather, red high heels, and a corset for me break. It’s been five days since we finally got together, five days of mind melting sex. I never had the need to rush home besides knowing that I had to feed Clooney, but I wanted to be with Lovelyn all day. It wasn’t enough that I saw her at work, no, she was pretty much all day in her office, with either Agent Foster or Strauss. I couldn’t get enough of her, of her laughter, her smile, her wonderful self and as well of her sex because the woman is like a Goddess in the bed.
I grinned as glanced at her lips, all those wonderful things that those could do and did to me just a half hour ago. I felt myself get hard just thinking about it, I pushed the comforter away to look over her naked body. The smooth skin, I didn’t care about her stretch marks it was just more skin to lick, her wonderful ass that was plump and partially in the air, her thick thighs, harden calves and flat but tiny feet with dark red toenails.
I love her. I really did. As I stared over her body again, my hand traced down her spine and back up. I made designs on her back; I ended up just writing ‘Belongs to Derek Morgan’. She has her Mother’s name, and two more tattoo’s on her back, I really wanted to see my name on it too.
In big bold letters.
I was startled as her hand that was resting on my chest suddenly slid down my body and grasped my cock. “You don’t have an off button, do you?” she teased, her eyes still closed and her hand now stroking my cock.
“Nope, especially if I got the sexiest woman alive sleeping on me,” I answered her, fuck; Lovelyn knew exactly how I liked to be gripped and stroked. I watched as her eyes opened and light brown orbs looked at me, a sly smile came across her lips.
“So ready for another round, Papi,” she purred the last part and I nodded, as she got up and straddled my thighs. This was probably my favourite position, her riding my cock. Hell, I loved rolling her over so that she was flat on her back and make her holler and cry out as I pounded that tight wet sex of hers, but having Lovelyn grasp my cock, then letting her sink herself onto me encasing me in tight wet heat and then controlling our love making was the best.
Not mention that I loved when her heavy breast bounced, or watching her toss her head back in pleasure. I put my hands on her hips as Lovelyn sunk down on me.
“Fuck you are hot and tight!” I groaned, it always astounded me because every time we had sex, it would feel like I was breaking in a virgin, so fucking tight.
“You’re just too big,” Lovelyn moaned out, and she moved, her thighs taking her up and down, her hips making her go back and forth. I loved watching her, I lowered my eyes so that I could watch her take me in and out. It was nothing like watching my dick, coated in her shiny wet juices pierce her swollen pussy over and over again. My mouth watered, she tasted good too, like chai latte. I moved one of my hands from her hips to where our sex connected and I used my thumb to rub and tease her clit.
“Ohhh Derek!” she cried out.
I smiled; I put more pressure on her clit and rubbed a little faster.
“Fuck! I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come!”
It was like music to my ears.
“Derek!”
I groaned as she clenched around me as she sat hard on me, her inner walls rippled, fluttered and squeezed me tight. I was experienced enough that I could hold off but with Lovelyn it was pretty hard fight. “Ride me, baby, keep on riding me,” I told her, putting both hands on her hips again and moving her back and forth.
“Work that pussy,” I groaned, I loved how turned on she’ll get when I talked dirty too her. I could feel her getting wetter each time.
“Derek,” she groaned putting her hands on my shoulders now as she rocked against me. I knew if she kept on rocking I could prolong her orgasm until she screamed for mercy.
“It’s too much, too soon,” she whined out, but I would have nothing of it. I moved my hips, thrusting up into her and pulling her down. “Ahhhh!!!! Derek!” she screamed, I smiled, and kept on going, I wanted her to think of me of a God, I wanted her to want only me, forever.
“I’m coming!” I would have stopped to let her release and then torture her again, but I kept on thrusting, it was hard as she clenched around me tighten like a vice grip so that I could barely move, but I kept thrusting into her continuing her orgasm until I could take no more. I grabbed her shoulders brought her down to me, taking in her cries as I kissed her, fucking her mouth like I was doing with my cock and I came.
Blinding hot pleasure surrounded me, her scent, her wetness, her love. I groaned into her mouth as my cock shot load for load of come into her. She panted, her sweaty body plastered against me, I licked at her neck, I loved how she tasted and she fizzled on my tongue like I ate a pack of Pop Rocks.
“You are a God, Derek Morgan,” she panted.
I grinned.
Mission Accomplished.
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We were on the plane set to fly back home when I got the call from Penelope.
“Baby Girl, what you calling for? Aren’t ya supposed to be shopping with Lovelyn? Distracting her on missing my sexy Chocolate ass,” I spoke into the phone, grinning like a mad man. In an hour’s time, I’ll be home and maybe with a little luck, buried balls deep in the love of my life.
Garcia was silent, and then I heard the sniffles, “Garcia?” I sat up straight; the alarming tone in my voice made everyone looked at me.
“Ohhh Derek, she didn’t want to call you but I can’t do that to you. Lovelyn is in the hospital, she’s been attacked.”
“What do you mean attacked?” my voice went dangerously low, like when I’m pissed off when I’m talking to an UnSub. The other were now alert and listening
“Like it looks like she was beaten for hours, and Derek, she’s hurting pretty bad but she’s putting up a front. I think she didn’t realize it, but their semen on her shirt, I think she’s might have been…” Garcia cut herself off as she choked back a sob.
“Garcia!” I called repeatedly her name as the phone rustled and I could hear voices talking, Penny’s too. “She’s asking for me, Derek. I have to go,” she ratted off the hospital name and then hung up. Leaving me there, in shock.
“What’s wrong, Derek?” Reid asked, “What’s wrong with Lovelyn?”
“She’s been attacked. I can’t believe it,” my head dropped into my hands, my body shaking with rage and fear. I didn’t want to loose her now that I just got her.
“She told me a week ago that she thought that she might have a stalker, but I just…” I shook my head, I could have protected her, I could have taken her seriously then not just pushed it off as a guy that didn’t have the balls to ask her out. I was stupid, she’s my one and only, and I should have protected her.
“How is she?” JJ asked, I shrugged my shoulders, “Garcia say she’s in pretty bad shape and that she’d might have been…” I couldn’t even speak out the ‘R’ word.
Nobody could have warned me what was about to happen next, but it was hell of a surprise when Reid heavy ass book few across the plane and nearly missed my damn head.
“Fuck Spencer!” I hollered looking at him.
“You are supposed to protect her!”
Reid was up and out of his seat, and coming towards me. I stood up, I forgot that Reid had a couple of inches on me, but I was built bigger than him. I dodged the swing he took at me, and grabbed him.
“Fuck! Morgan!”
I blinked in surprised, did Reid just curse.
“If you can’t protect her than give her up to someone who can. You’re just gonna use her and then toss her to the side like you do with all your other women. You don’t deserve her!”
I really didn’t mean it, but Reid spoke out my true fear, that I maybe don’t really deserve her. I pulled my arm back, and snapped it forward with my fist planting right into Spencer’s right eye.
“Hey!” Emily shouted as Reid went crashing down the aisle. Hotch and Rossi stepped in between the two of us. “Reid, Morgan, calm the hell down! Fighting isn’t going to help Lovelyn,” Rossi shouted. I glared at Reid as he got up, “Sit!” Hotch pointed to Rossi’s seat and Reid sat down at our leaders menacing glare.
“Morgan,” Hotch growled, and I sat down back in my seat, I felt restless, I wanted this flight to be over so I could see my woman. I wanted to hold Lovelyn and tell her that everyone was okay, my leg bounced automatically. I was aware as JJ got up and got an ice pack for Reid swelling eye.
As soon as the plane touched down, I gathered my Go-Bag and was the first one out of the Jet. I headed to my parked SUV in a run, and drove like a mad man towards the hospital. Garcia had sent me a text with room number and floor; I took the stairs by two to be faster. I must have alarmed a shit load of people, but when I slid into Lovelyn’s room, and saw what happened to her.
For first time since Buford, I wanted to kill, I wanted kill the motherfucker that did this to my baby.
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“Come on! Don’t tell me you’re out of shape!” Lovelyn hollered back towards me. She was about 30 feet in front of me on a path that led up the beginning of the Zugspitze. Lovelyn wanted to take me to a place where her Grandfa…Opa use to take her when she was a child.
“Just enjoying the view!” I hollered back, hell, I really was. Lovelyn was wearing a long white summer skirt that fluttered with the light breeze, light green V-Cut sweater, with her hair open. She looked absolutely gorgeous, she even wore pair of light brown boots, and her red backpack was over stuffed.
Lovelyn turned around and walked backwards, “What about the view now?”
“Even better!” I grinned at her, Lovelyn gave me a sultry look and wink before it was shattered as she slipped on loose rocks on the path and fell down with a holler.
Alarmed, I ran up as fast as I can to see if she was okay.
I as I stood in front of her, she grimaced as she grabbed her ankle, “Ow” she whined, pouting.
At least I had made sure she was okay before I lost control and started to laugh.
“Derek Morgan are you laughing at your fiancé?” she asked me as she looked at me with narrowed eyes as I now had to hold my stomach from not falling over.
“Yes,” I gasped out through my laughter.
She huffed, as she got up hobbling on one foot, wincing every time she put pressure the ankle that she fell on, “Well, I guess this last time I’ll try be sexy for you.”
My belly laughs turned into chuckles as I went help her, “Baby, you are always sexy too me. Here, there’s a shack up ahead, let me bring you there so you can rest your ankle for a second,” I told her, swinging her arm around my shoulder and wrapping a hand around her waist. It took us five minutes to get to it.
The shack was made up with a stack of flyers, and a wooden bench with a table for when people wanted to picnic up here. Lovelyn sat on the table and scooted back so that her legs were on it too; she grabbed her ankle, untied her boot and slipped it off. I was glad that it wasn’t ankle that been sprained during her attack, I took hold of it and looked at it.
“I don’t see any swelling or bruising, you probably just have rest it for a second before we can walk the rest up,” I spoke to her.
Lovelyn smiled at me, the world brightened around me, “Thank you, Nurse Derek.”
“Dr. Morgan too you, young lady,” I glared playfully at her, shaking a finger.
Lovelyn tossed her head back and laughed. I chuckled with her.
I stepped out of the shack as Lovelyn put her shoe back on and saw that we were the only ones up here. Which was surprising since it was just a beautiful summer day; then again it could have been the other hikers have already passed us. I turned back around and I caught sight Lovelyn, sitting up on her elbows give me one of those sexy looks. I was instantly hard.
“Have I told you yet how sexy you look looking like a mountaineer,” she purred, “I would never have thought that you in shorts, boots, a fanny pack and a T-Shirt would turn me on.”
“Baby, only I can make a fanny pack look good.”
She grinned and sat up, holding out her arms and I came into them. She grabbed the back of my neck and I lowered my head to kiss her. Damn! I could never get enough of those sexy kisses of hers. We kept on kissing, my arms wrapped around her back, holding her so that I never have to let her go.
“Derek,” she panted my name, and I knew exactly what she wanted. I knew that anyone could walk into this shack, so this place was a no-go. But behind it would be okay, there were tall bushes behind it shielding the back from the people coming down and going down.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I told her and she did, I grasped her thighs and pulled her up and then her ass to hold her, she threw her arms around my neck. I peaking out of the shack to make sure nobody was coming, and then walked around the back of the shack with Lovelyn sucking, biting and licking at my neck knowing that she was driving me crazy. I pressed her against the wooden wall and kissed her hard again.
“We have to be fast,” I told her, as I pulled away and sucked on her ear lobe.
“I’m not the problem, Mr. Stamina,” she purred out.
“You said that like you have a problem with that?” I grinned.
“Nope, not one bit.”
Lovelyn lowered her legs, and turned around; she lifted the back of her shirt, and slipped down her panties just under her ass and leaned forward, spreading her legs. My eyes rolled to the back of head in pleasure at the sight. She was already swollen, glistening and ready for me.
“You’ll been the death of me soon to be Mrs. Morgan,” I spoke as I unbuttoned my shorts, lowered them and my boxers so that my cock sprung out. I found it funny that it slapped against my stomach as I released it and then pointed straight ahead towards its favourite place. I followed its directions.
I shuffled forward, grasped Lovelyn’s hips in my hands and then sunk into her moist heat. We both groaned loudly, “Can’t be too loud,” I gasped, and Lovelyn nodded, biting her lip. I pulled out before slamming back home, I had to catch myself from not crying out. I know that if I kept this slow paced, we could keep this rhythm for too long and we’ll get caught. So as soon as I thought Lovelyn was ready, I set a hard fast pace. Pounding her pussy over and over again; she trembled, let out gasping breaths and her eyes were screwed shut in pleasure. My balls slapped against her; I could feel how wet she was, she was soaking her inner thighs.
I knew then for sure that Lovelyn had a little fetish for public sex, the thrill of getting caught. I wonder how she will react when she knows that someone is watching. I knew that nobody was watching us right now, but back after she was attacked, the first time we had sex after it, I knew that Spencer was watching. Back then, I had wanted to show him who Lovelyn’s cries out for in bed; who brought her new heights. I made sure that he caught a glimpse of her wet sex as I ate her out. I wanted to make sure that he knew that I made her soaking wet; I was the one she loved and needed.
And after that, Spencer finally realized that I was the better man for Lovelyn. Then over the next couple of week Spence and I re-established the old tight friendship we had before Lovelyn threw us in the whirlwind.
My balls pulling up told me that I was about to come, “Lovelyn, I’m almost there,” I gritted out.
“Right there too, I’m going to come soon, almost there,” she whispered in panting breath, I quickened my pace. I was just about to touch her clit as I leaned over, but Lovelyn was already coming. She tossed her head back and came with a silent scream.
“Fuck!” I couldn’t hold it back as she clamped down on me; I bucked as my cock shot out bullets of come deep into her.
I leaned against her back as we panted and took a moment get our thoughts back. It was Lovelyn’s shaking that made me blink and lean back up, and saw that she was laughing.
“And you told me to be quiet,” she laughed, “The whole damn Alps just heard that you came.”
I laughed and we redressed, we grabbed our stuff and hiked up the rest of the path until we were standing over the little town that held our Inn.
“Beautiful” I whispered, looking over the valley below, I felt Lovelyn hook her hand in mine and we stood there for a while taking in the world around us.
I glanced as Lovelyn and smiled, “Absolutely Beautiful.”
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I’ve seen both of sisters pregnant, I’ve seen JJ pregnant, I’ve seen my buddies’ wives/girlfriend pregnant, but seeing Lovelyn being pregnant with our child was a vision. I had cracked jokes at friends as they raved about seeing their partner pregnant, that it was wonderful and such a turn on, but now I knew what they meant.
Lovelyn was little over eight months; her stomach was now lowering, getting ready for the birth that was little over three weeks away. I had just come in from the morning jog with our dogs to find her in our kitchen cooking breakfast. She was swaying to the CD that Garcia had made consisting of all the pregnancy songs their were, it was suppose to be a joke, but I found that some were actually good, one of them being R. Kelly’s ‘Pregnant’ which was currently playing.
“Morning,” Lovelyn smiled at me as she realized that I was back in the house.
“Hey there,” I grinned at me and walked over to her to kiss her a good morning.
The smell of bacon, eggs and buttery toast made my stomach rumble. Lovelyn pulled away and patted my stomach, “You want to eat first or shower first?” she asked
I looked at the finished food, but then I could smell myself. “I’ll shower first,” I answered her.
One last kiss, I ran upstairs to shower and dress in my work clothes. As I came back down stairs, and stepped into the kitchen, I bit back the moan.
“What type meat do you want to eat tonight, Derek?” Lovelyn asked, she was currently bent over at my freezer, we had an extra drawer were we would put all the meat. I found out fast that Lovelyn loved to be organized. She had organized the whole house one weekend after she had moved in and I was out with the Team on a case.
“You?” I answered her, and she straightened and looked at over one shoulder.
“You’re such a hound dog,” she shook her head, and I grinned at her. “Didn’t you eat me last night?” she winked.
“That I did,” I purred, “But I love your meat, its succulent,” I made a loud slurping nose before I wrapped my arms around, cupping her breast and then drooled on her neck as licked at it.
“Derek!” she laughed, pulled away wiping at the wet patch I left on her neck, “You so nasty.”
“SugarMama, you love it when I get nasty.”
She rolled her eyes, “Go eat something.” She pointed to the plate that she kept warm in the oven. I knew already that Lovelyn probably couldn’t wait during the fifteen minutes it took me to shower and dress, she had devoured her breakfast already. I didn’t mind, like the few minutes of silence of me just eating and reading the morning news paper.
Lovelyn moved around the kitchen, humming or singing, setting everything out for this evening for when we came home so she start cooking. After I finished, I just watched her, smiling.
Lovelyn became the in span of nearly three years, my best friend, my lover, my wife and now soon to be the Mother of my child, and with luck, the Mother of my children.
“What got you staring?” Lovelyn asked me as she noticed my eyes on her.
“Nothing” I answered her, shaking my head.
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It was close to five when Jet touched down, I wanted to get home. I wanted to get home to my family as fast as I could. The others were same; they wanted to get back home to their families. I drove home; I got excited when I saw my house and I barely had the car in Park before I opened the door. I walked up my walkway, up the stairs of my porch and opened the screen door. I twisted the door knob to find it open, I pushed and opened my front door.
Like my childhood had been, the house smelled like good cooking, and music was playing. I could hear the squeal of my 16 month old son in the kitchen; I walked into the kitchen and stopped to stare at the sight. Nathan was sitting in his high chair, his face covered in red tomato sauce, he was laughing as Lovelyn was doing the sounds of an airplane with a spoon of his food before coming in for the landing in his mouth. He chewed loudly and squealed again, he grabbed his cup to drink something and Lovelyn took the opportunity to move to the stove to stir something that she was cooking. I called her this morning to tell her that I was coming home but didn’t know when, for the last two years she always had warm food ready when I got home from a case.
Still unaware that I was watching her, Lovelyn rubbed her stomach. She was seven months pregnant, and from her doctor’s trained eyes she hasn’t seen a penis yet so we were having a girl.
“Hey there pretty lady,” I rumbled out, and still to this day, Lovelyn looked at me like I was the light of her life.
Hell, Nathan and I were.
“Derek!” I loved the way she threw herself into my arms. I took a moment to feel her, smell her before I could taste her again after being away for three days.
Her kisses were still as hot and spicy as before. The only messed up thing about having Nathan was, well, now we just couldn’t fall into your moods. We had a son to take care of first, but Nathan, God bless him, was the best child in the world, he took his naps when you put him down and slept through the night. Lovelyn still had lot of time for us; the child growing in my Wife’s stomach was proof.
“Daddy!” I pulled away from Lovelyn, and gaped at my son.
“I wanted to surprise you. You’re his first word,” Lovelyn smiled.
“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” Nathan squealed and wiggled, stretching his arms out of me. I grabbed my son and pulled him out his chair. Nathan had just called me Daddy, I think I’m about to go crazy. I pulled out my cellphone, and went to my video app.
“Nathan say Daddy again,” I told my son as held him in one arm and the phone in the other. I knew that should have thought that Nathan would get distracted when I pulled my phone out.
“Nathan please say Daddy,” I kissed my son’s cheek.
“Daddy! Daddy!” Nathan squealed out again, as soon as he finished, I hit the send button on my cell and sent it to everyone. My sisters, my Mother, Penny, the Team.
“Mama!” Nathan stretched out for Lovelyn.
“Ahhhh!” Lovelyn shouted bouncing, “He just said Mama!”
Lovelyn took our son into our arms, “Mama! Daddy!” Nathan shouted.
Lovelyn and I looked at each other and we were so proud, I kissed Lovelyn and kissed my son. I couldn’t be happier at the moment.
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There should be a law or something about Lovelyn wearing anything sexy. We’ve been married for five years now, it was Annual Christmas party and my wife was dressed in a sexy Mrs. Santa outfit that made me pant like a dog. Tight red velvet with white fluffy lining, a black belt around her waist, black peep toe shoes, and Santa hat. Her brown hair was open and the long curls fell down her back, she had on bit of make-up and bright red lip-stick.
She had wanted me to match her, but I wasn’t putting my old ass in a Santa suit, I opted for red sweater with a Christmas design, black jeans and my dress shoes. My only accessory was wedding ring and my Wife, she looked better than any watch on my wrist or a chain on my neck.
“I still can’t believe that you still look like you hit the jackpot when you look at her,” Emily sat down next to me; I looked at Em and smiled, “I did hit the jackpot with her.”
“Aww, Morgan you’re still such a sap,” Em laughed and pushed at my shoulder, making me laugh. I turned around to talk to Em and later Hotch after he did his rounds. The music was filled with lots of old school 30’s, 40’s and 50’s, it actually had my head bobbing. It knew that Garcia and Lovelyn had planned the party with a few others. I was just about to get up and find my wife, when suddenly she fell into my lap.
Her cheeks were red.
I grinned as I knew that she had a bit too much of the spiked eggnog.
“Derek! I love you!”
She kissed me, it was sloppy.
Defiantly too much eggnog.
Emily laughed, “A bit too much, Lovelyn?”
Lovelyn giggled, “Not enough, I’ve becoming a lightweight again. This has been the first time I’ve been out and drunk something harder than a glass of wine or beer since that memorable Halloween Party. I’ve been way to busy being a Mommy or the perfect wife,” she grinned cheekily.
“Perfect you are,” I winked at her.
“Sap!” Lovelyn shook her head as she rolled her eyes and that sent Emily hollering with laughter.
Lovelyn got out of lap and stood up, walking toward Penny. I shook my head. I love her so damn much. JJ and Will found, me, Emily and Hotch we started to talk again but I couldn’t sop glancing at Lovelyn as she chatted with Penelope and a few of her friends.
I was aware of Frank Sinatra’s ‘Witchcraft’ playing.
Those fingers in my hair

That sly come-hither stare

That strips my conscience bare

It's witchcraft

And I've got no defense for it

The heat is too intense for it

What good would common sense for it do?
I wasn’t working with my mind as I got up from my chair, leaving everyone. I strutted over to my wife; her damn sultry looks did me in. Penny smiled knowingly and stepped away, she lost Lovelyn’s attention as soon as the song started. I grasped my wife’s hand, and pulled her towards the makeshift dance floor. I wrapped my hand around waist and pulled her close.
It was light sway that were doing, no talking, to teasing, just our eyes locked together as we stepped around. I didn’t spin her; nope I didn’t want to break eye contact.
“They do it every year,” I heard someone bemoan, “It’s unfair that they are a hellva couple,” another said.
It was after two songs that I heard someone whistle, I looked at Kevin as he grinned, he had Penelope in his arms, and he nodded up. Lovelyn and I both looked up and found us under the mistletoe.
“A Mistletoe,” Lovelyn spoke, “You gonna kiss me?” she purred.
“Damn straight,” I growled back and captured her sexy lips. The world faded away, and somehow we kept on swaying to the music.
Dinner was finished, the Secret Santa was finished, I knew that Lovelyn didn’t need to stay here anymore; Penny could take care of everything else.
“Wanna go home and relieve our babysitter,” I asked, Lovelyn put her hands on my chest and smiled with a nod. I grabbed my hand and walked to our table, we told everyone goodbye and then left. The drive home was quiet, the alcohol sneaking up on my wife and making her slightly sleep.
“No sleeping, I got plans for you later, young lady,” I told her as I glanced over to the passenger side, Lovelyn looked at me.
“I wasn’t asleep, just resting my eyes.” I chuckled.
We made it home in forty five minutes, last year we had sold our houses. The house we bought was bigger that our old house. I wanted more kids so did Lovelyn, the two extra bedrooms we had was filled with Nathan and Tamia’s room, and if were to have anymore I didn’t want my kids sharing rooms. We had big house, two stories with a big roof top attic converted to a big library and quiet area. The basement was had been turned into my man-cave, the Bears, Bulls, and White Soxs decorating the walls, a big flat screen TV, entertainment center and the old living couch. Lovelyn had decorated the spacey kitchen, huge living room, dinning room. The upstairs were filled with two bathrooms, and five bed rooms. Our bedroom had the Master bathroom, and the kids could share the guest bathroom when they got older.
I parked the car in the three car garage we had. Lovelyn and I got out and I opened the door leading into the house for her, I watched her step in and immediately kick off her heels. As she bent over to pick them up, I licked my lips at the sight of the cloth around her ass tightening.
“Sexy,” I purred, Lovelyn crooked a finger as she walked down the hall.
“You guys are back early.”
Reid was laying on the living room couch with book he had been reading now resting on his chest. Lovelyn smiled and sat down next to, I watched as she leaned over and kissed him, as hot and passionate as she did me before.
Reid’s golden eyes got glassy, Yup, I know that look because when she kissed me like that, I had that same damn look.
If you had asked me five years ago that I would be in a threesome with Spencer Reid. I would have punched you dead in the chest for suggesting that I would share my wife. I mean we actually fought over the damn woman years ago. Here I was getting turned on at the sight of Spencer and Lovelyn kissing.
It all started a few months after Tamia’s birth. Charlotte, Reid’s first true love, had been diagnosed with stomach cancer. They had all hoped and prayed that it would be curable with chemo and radiation but after a few tests and biopsies, it was diagnosed as terminal. Man, I don’t know how I would react if Lovelyn suddenly became fatally sick. I would lose my damn mind for sure.
Charlotte had a little less than half a year to live so she refused to go under expensive Chemo to maybe give her a couple of more months. She had explained that she didn’t want to be in pain for those extended months, and to be constantly in the hospital. It wouldn’t make sense to be alive and in pain when she could be dead and at peace. Man I had, still have so much respect for that woman.
Reid had pulled a fast one on all of us when he asked Charlotte to marry him. Telling her that he been planning on asking her in the summer but now he couldn’t since she wasn’t going to be there anymore. Man, I had tears coming down my eyes as I watched Reid declare his undying love to the dying woman. Lovelyn and Penelope had helped the man pick out of the ring months ago. It had been a week later, Lovelyn, JJ, Emily and Penny had put a wedding together for the couple, we all watched Charlotte walk down the aisle happy for the first time since she had been diagnosed.
I had a few run ins at work when people started to bad mouth Reid, that he’s only married Charlotte for her large Life Insurance, even Penelope had been suspended from her job for a week for whooping some gossip hag’s ass. Reid had loved, still loves actually, that woman from his very soul. If you know Reid, you’ll know that he barely cries, but when Charlotte passed away on a Wednesday morning in late July, he broke down and cried for days.
It had been year when something happen between us. Lovelyn made sure that Reid came over at least once a week, preferably on Sundays, and ate with us. Reid had been picking at his piece of lemon pie, staring at it when I took the opportunity to grab Lovelyn and kiss her. It had been a few days since we had sex; work and taking care of two kids were wearing us down. She gave a tiny little moan, forgetting that Red was in the room until he dropped his fork on the floor. Lovelyn and I jumped away, “I’m sorry, Reid, I forgot that you were there,” Lovelyn giggled, she bent down and cleaned up his mess.
I should have been jealous, I should have been mad as soon I saw Reid’s eyes stare at my wife’s cleavage as she bent over to wipe up the mess, but I wasn’t. Reid had been clamped up all year, Hell; I don’t even think that he even masturbated anymore. I hide the smile as Lovelyn looked up saw what monster erection Spencer was hiding under the table.
Her mouth dropped open, “Oh Jesus.”
“Oh God! I’m sorry,” Reid shot out of his chair, and I moved to the doorway to block his exit.
“Derek,” Reid looked at me pleading, he probably thought that I was about to sock him.
“How long has it been?” I asked him, Reid blinked.
“What?”
“How long has it been since you had sex, Reid, Hell, even masturbated?” I asked him again.
“Derek Morgan. That’s something private!” Lovelyn scolded me, her arms flying to her hips and she glared at me.
“Derek…” Reid whined out my name.
“Come on Pretty Boy, I know that you always wanted Lovelyn. That damn snake trying to bust out of your zipper is proof enough.”
I knew that Reid would pick up fast on what I wanted to imply, “Derek, you socked me one when we both wanted Lovelyn.”
“Socked you one…” Lovelyn blinked, “You guys fought over me,” her mouth dropped open in shock.
“It was a long time ago, Lovelyn,” I told her with a soft smile, “We put it past us months after it happened,” I assured her.
“What in the hell is going on?” Lovelyn across her arms, and popped out a hip.
“Derek is suggesting that I should maybe sleep with you since I had a reaction to your…,” Reid blushed and coughed, at least he didn’t stutter as much anymore.
Lovelyn looked at me with expression I never saw on her face; it was a mix of shock, anger, and curiosity. Then I watched as her face go blank as she went into thinking mode. Her light brown eyes were dull before it twinkled. I smiled, I knew my wife to good. She wouldn’t have been teasing, saying nicknames or flirting with Reid if she didn’t find him attractive. Hell, I saw from her previous boyfriends that she liked the geeky, skinny ones. Reid was handsome super geek, and I knew if I hadn’t made my move on Lovelyn years ago, Reid would have won over her heart.
“So do you?” Lovelyn asked her voice calm and laughing.
“Hun?” this time Reid’s mouth dropped and blinked in shock.
“Do you want to sleep with me, Reid?” Lovelyn voice dropped, I got hard at the seductive voice.
Reid looked at me, almost sure that this was a sick joke.
“No pressure, Reid, this can be a one time thing to help you relax cause we both seen how stressed you are or we can make this a regular thing that you come to us when you need to relax,” Lovelyn moved so that she pressed herself against Reid.
I knew that it was a little unfair for Reid to make the decision when he got a lot of woman pressed again him, rubbing on him. I could see the wheels in Reid’s head turn, all the pro and cons that could happen if this worked or didn’t work out. “Stop thinking, Reid, for once. Just go with your gut feeling,” I told him.
Reid closed his eyes, his shoulders fell, and he took deep breath and dropped his head simultaneously grabbing the back of Lovelyn’s neck and kissed her, hard and deep.
That night had been unforgettable. Reid took Lovelyn four times that evening and I took my wife two times, all three of us had been mindless entities of pure pleasure.
Reid and I hadn’t touched each other that night, nor the first few times when Reid came back for more. It wasn’t about six month that we discussed it just him and me. Lovelyn had always made it known to me that she liked watching gay porn, she loved watching men on men together, we had watched it together before and that night I finely found out how it turned on my wife. It was a couple of days before Lovelyn’s birthday, I took Reid out for some drinks, when I was sure that we had a few in our system I then suggested to him about maybe sleeping with each other for Lovelyn’s birthday, as a show. It had been pure silence for at least a few seconds before Reid nodded his head.
“You’re kinda hot, I wouldn’t mind. Just make sure you have lots of lube for me since I now know what anaconda you’re packing in those tight ass jeans.”
I laughed so hard that I actually fell out of my barstool.
Lovelyn had been surprised when we told her sit in the chair that I brought up in our bedroom. I know for damn sure that she had been floored when she watched me and Reid kiss, light and awkward before it deepened into something hot and passionate. I took Reid that night on the bed while Lovelyn watched.
A few months later, Reid moved in, sharing our bedroom, my love for Lovelyn spreading to Spencer Reid. People said we were doomed to fail but so far we were going strong, and our situation comfortable, everyone had a room to be alone in. It was perfect right now, Hell, we had our fights but every relationship had theirs. I loved my wife and my partner.
I was brought back from my thoughts with Lovelyn’s loud moan. I blinked to over where now Lovelyn was grinding against Reid, their lips still together, Reid had lifted the hem of Lovelyn’s dress over her ass and was now squeezing those full luscious ass cheeks. I groaned as I saw that my naughty wife hadn’t been wearing underwear.
I hated to interrupt them but I had a near four year old that loved to climb out of his bed and come downstairs at night if he heard noises, hence why the TV was on low, I wanted to get in a room where we could lock the door up.
“Come on, loves, lets take this upstairs,” I spoke and they kissed one last time and got up from the couch, Lovelyn’s straighten her dress. I smiled at her and held out of my hand for her to take. We walked upstairs and into the bedroom, and locked it.
Lovelyn and I really tried to be quiet, but after the first few times we couldn’t take it and had the Master Bedroom and Bathroom soundproofed. It was too expensive to do the rest of the house, plus we learned quick that we needed something to make sure that we heard the kids. I had set up the house with security cameras, and the two in the kids’ bedroom had built in microphones. We always had the system up and the sound on for the rooms so we’ll know when Nathan or Tamia needed us. But with a quick glance at the monitor, I saw that my babies were sleeping soundly.
So with the hand I was holding my wife with I pulled hard so that she jerked forward, I pushed her onto the bed with her feet on the ground, ass up in the air and upper body on the bed.
“Spencer, did you see what a dirty little slut we have tonight?” I growled, Reid had been shocked that I talked to Lovelyn like that during sex, but as soon as he saw how turned she got, he joined in, and Reid dirty talking made Lovelyn nearly orgasm since he barely even cursed.
“Sure did, Derek, the little slut didn’t have any panties on,” he purred, I grinned at him as Lovelyn’s breath hitched. “You know what that means right?” he added.
I didn’t answer, but I pulled my hand back and I gave a slap to my wife’s delicious ass. Lovelyn cried out in shock not expecting the blow without a warning, “Derek!” she cried out.
“Look at the hand print,” Reid purred, and slapped the other cheek, hard as I did before. Lovelyn cried out again and lifted her ass higher, “More!”
“Damn, Reid, spanking can’t be used as punishment anymore not when she’s asking for more,” I told Reid, playing with Lovelyn.
“I mean no stop!” Lovelyn shook her head, and Reid laughed.
Lovelyn rolled over on her back and those smoldering light brown eyes were on eyes. I felt like I could light up on fire with desire. “Come on Studs, I’m liquored up and free to be molested,” she grinned at us both as she unbelted herself and then stood up to unzipped her dress in the back. I helped her pull the dress down her body, as Lovelyn unhooked her Santa Hat that she pinned with a discreet hairpin. I let gravity do the rest on the dress and unhooked the white and black lace bra that held my wife’s wonderful large chest. As the lace and satin bra fell away, I wasn’t fast enough and Reid’s broad but thin hands grabbed hold of them and squeezed.
A moan passed Lovelyn’s lips as Reid dipped his head and took a nipple into his mouth to suck. I caressed my wife’s shoulders and arms, my lips against her neck as I stood behind her. I felt her hand snake behind her and cup me in my jeans, squeezing me with the palm of her hand. I groaned against her neck, grinding myself against her.
“Oh Yes!” Lovelyn cried out, I could hear the wet sounds of Reid’s long fingers retreating and thrusting back into her sex. Her body shook, thighs quivered as they tried to keep her standing as an orgasm rolled over her.
“Damn, Fuck, Spencer!” Lovelyn jerked between our bodies as she shattered, I groaned as I throbbed against Lovelyn loving the way she orgasmed, how passionate she always was.
Lovelyn dropped her hand and sat on the bed, gasping. I didn’t miss a beat as I grabbed Spencer’s hand and licked Lovelyn’s essence off his fingers before kissing him. The taste of Spencer and Lovelyn in one package was so damn good. We tore at our clothes, not wanting to break the kiss but had too when the shirts had to come off. Lovelyn was resting her body against the headboard, happy just to watch us and come down for a second.
We were fully naked, I felt Spencer’s wonderful hands trail down my back, over my ass and then around to my thighs and then up again, resting against my pecks all while I tasted his long elegant neck, the creamy white skin felt lovely against my lips. I wasn’t surprised as Spence pushed away softly and then dropped down to his knees. It turned out that Spencer had a big oral fixation; he loved to suck on my cock or eat Lovelyn’s pussy. He was damn good at it too, I watched one night has Lovelyn came six times in a row from his wonderful mouth.
“Oh yeah,” I tossed my head back as a tongue snaked around the head of my cock before lips and hot wet mouth sucked in me. I looked down to Spencer my hands coming to grip his hair as I automatically started to fuck his suction vacuum mouth. I look over to Lovelyn; she had her mouth slight open like she wanted to taste me too. Her legs scissor-ed together before opening slightly and I caught a glance of her glistening sex. My wife was hot and ready for some action again.
I suddenly had a plan on how we all could get off. I gripped Reid’s hair and pulled him up and away from me. I kissed him hard tasting myself on his silky mouth before I spoke, “Fuck her, fuck her hard.”
I let Reid go, and I watched him climb onto the bed. Lovelyn grinned as Reid grabbed the back of her knees and pulled her towards him. She automatically reached to grip the pillows above her, “Fuck me, baby,” I heard her purr, my dick pulsed. Kissing each other, Reid sunk into Lovelyn with a sexy wet sound. I watched for a moment as they started a rhythm, watching Reid’s ass push back and sink back into Lovelyn, picking up speed with every thrust.
Lovelyn’s cries made me close my eyes and gasp as my cock throb and precome dribbled out of the head of my cock and slid down my shaft. I took a moment to walk to the bathroom; I knew that we had run out of lube yesterday so I needed to get another tube from the drawers in the bathroom. I came back into the room, breaking the seal and popping open the top as Lovelyn orgasmed loudly, Reid groaned as the clenching heat of her sex wrapped around him and he tired to control himself not to orgasm.
I quickly coated my cock with lube; Reid didn’t need to be prepped anymore. After the first time with him, I made it my mission to be inside of him everyday if I could, he was always loose enough plus in a kinky way Reid told us that he liked a little pain with sex. I kneeled on the bed behind Reid and grabbed his thin hips and pulled him back towards me. Reid glanced over his shoulder as he got on all fours and then whimpered as I sunk into his tight ass. I tossed my head back and moaned; Reid’s ass was like the 9^th wonder of the world.
“God, you guys together are a vision,” Lovelyn murmured watching us intently, enjoying the look of mindless pleasure of Reid’s face as he took my cock as I rubbed and bumped his prostate, and then my face that was little feral while I concentrated on sink deep into him. Lovelyn made a signal to me as I glanced at her, and I nodded. I moved a little back on the bed, grabbing Reid so that he was sitting in my lap with his back plastered against my chest. This position allowed me to go deeper and also allowed Lovelyn to crawl towards Spencer, lower her head and gobble down his cock.
“Lovelyn!” Reid bounced against my cock, he was trying to get deeper into the wonderful mouth that my wife had, “Oh Yeah, swallow me, you are a cock slut.”
I grinned behind Reid, kissing the back of his neck, “I’m close,” Spencer panted.
“Then fill her up,” I bit at Spencer’s ear.
I heard my wife slurping loudly before Reid choked back a cry, I cursed as his ass clenched tightly around me as he came into Lovelyn’s mouth. Reid’s body was loose as after he came, and I let him slide off my cock. The man practically collapsed as he rolled off to the side. That was one of the things that I found funny by Reid, the man had stamina but he was a one orgasm man. Once he came, he moved off or even falls asleep on top of you.
After Reid moved out of the way, Lovelyn moved onto her back and I took the invitation. I kissed my wife as I slid into her, and slowly made love to her. The room was filled with her gasps, my groans, her cries and my grunts. It was slow and tender, lots of kissing, our mouths sucking or kissing at each other. We went long, I used every trick in the book not to come and just enjoy being inside of my wife, but I could my balls harden and pulling up to my body telling me that I was about to lose it.
“I’m ready” I told her, and she nodded, “Me too,” she whispered breathlessly.
I picked up the pace, slamming myself into her, pounding her so hard that I knew that she was going to be walking bowlegged again. Lovelyn gasped louder and louder until she clenched around me and I couldn’t take the hot wet heat, I came with my wife.
I laid on top of her, catching my breath and I could feel her hands caressing my back.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
As my softened cock slipped out of Lovelyn, I rolled so that I could spoon against her back, holding her close, wanting to close to me. Lovelyn grabbed Reid’s hand and crossed fingers with him, the man murmured and scooted over to us, and fell still.
Lovelyn fell asleep first; I looked at her, tightening my arms around her as I settled down to bury my face into her hair.
“My Treasure.”
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Treasure (Prequel/Sequel of Diggin’ On You)