This year we’re doing a monthly post about First Times: First Kiss, First Meeting, First Argument, etc. This month we’re focused on First Morning After.
The except below is from DUDE WITH A COOL CAR, book 2 of the Concrete Angels MC series. Cooper DeVille is an undercover US Marshal, and he just spent the night with Karma, the Concrete Angels MC’s Enforcer. And he’s realizing that he wants her more than he originally thought.
I’d never slept so well in my life. Even as a kid I’d be up every few hours, my mind refusing to calm down for long. As an adult, it had gotten worse with the stresses of the job and the few undercover stints.
But lying wrapped around Karma shut my mind down and sent me into a deep, dreamless sleep. I’d never experienced it before, but I knew I needed more. She made me feel safe, content, and protected even though I was wrapped around her. I woke feeling refreshed and sharper than usual, and I realized I was already addicted to her.
“Good morning, Coop. Did you sleep well?”
I opened my eyes to find her standing beside the bed with a large mug of steaming coffee, wearing nothing but a short, peach-colored silk robe. I wasn’t sure which image was more delicious—the hot coffee or woman in a robe barely clinging to her curves.
Both. Both is good.
“I did sleep well. How ’bout you?” I frowned, dismayed that she’d both gotten up before me and I never noticed her leave the bed. “Aren’t you still tired?”
She shook her head as she handed me the coffee. “I don’t need much sleep.”
I sipped the coffee and groaned. “Oh, glory, that’s good. Thank you, Ma’am.”
She grinned. “You’re welcome. I’d bet dollars to doughnuts you’re having a better wake up than most of the Concrete Angels. We made sure to set out all the hangover remedies last night, and I’m sure Grub added the raw eggs and small shots of hair-of-the-dog this morning.”
I grimaced. “Oh, yeah, I remember those mornings. Thank Goddess I’m done with that part of my life. Those kinds of morning suck.”
She tilted her head and gave me a perplexed smile. “You invoke the Goddess a lot for a…man. Why is that?”
I shrugged. “It made more sense to me. If the divine is supposed to be loving, protective, nurturing, and life-giving, it makes sense it has a female energy. Most of the men I’ve met are angry, threatening, destructive, and violent, even with their kids. I’d rather have a warrior goddess watching my back than an angry, vengeful god any day.” I shrugged and sipped more coffee. My views on such things weren’t met with a lot of enthusiasm so I usually kept them to myself.
But Karma smiled and I felt like I’d passed some sort of test.
“So, what are you going to do today?”
I shrugged. “I’m gonna talk to Numbers to see what places she dug up to trace the money. Once I know what she’s done, I’ll be able to start making inroads to the places she can’t get to. I have a hunch about where your money has gone, but I won’t know until I see what Numbers found.”
Karma nodded as she rose and headed for the bathroom. “Smart. No point in re-inventing the wheel.”
“Exactly.” I set the mug down on the side table and swung my feet to the floor. “Are you gonna take a shower, Ma’am?” I hurried after her, hoping for the chance to see her naked under the hot water.
“Yes, that was my plan.”
“Would you like me to wash your back?” I waggled my eyebrows and grinned as she laughed.
“That would be great. As long as you let me wash yours.”
I ducked around her and turned on the water in the shower, adjusting the temperature to be comfortable for both of us. Then I dried my hands and turned to her.
“Let me take you out of that robe, Ma’am.”
She turned her back and shrugged out of the soft, orange silk. I loved the way it slid over her skin with a soft hiss and my cock saluted both the sound and the sight. Damn, I wanted to brush up against her back and rock my hips with my cock between her butt cheeks. I loved how she’d wiggled her ass last night, making sure my dick fit in her crack as we slept. It had turned me on and comforted at the same time.
I hung the robe on a hook and handed her into the shower. She sighed as she stepped under the spray and my dick flexed in appreciation. I stepped in behind her, grateful she had a large upright shower. Nothing worse than trying to be sexy in a coffin box with nozzles.
Karma dropped her head under the water to wet her hair down and I took the time to grab the puff and fill it with bodywash.
“Let me wash you, Ma’am.”
It might seem weird to enjoy taking orders, but her commands filled me with a sense of purpose and belonging that I hadn’t felt since I was a kid. My mom had been frail with a rare bone pathology that made her body brittle. She wasn’t weak by any stretch of the imagination, but one little bump against a kitchen drawer could shatter her arm. I’d learned to always make sure she was stable and free of obstacles so she could enjoy life. I served her and it brought me joy and satisfaction to do it right. When she died, I’d felt adrift.
I needed to serve Karma to feel content and complete again. I needed to ensure her pleasure and comfort to secure my own, and it brought back the good memories of serving my mother with my superior strength. My mom was long gone, but I could offer the same strength to Karma.
There you have it. You can find the rest of this story HERE, and I’ve included the cover below. And be sure to check out what the other authors have posted as their firsts.