Sex Junkie (Cowboy Addiction 1)

“Kilo isn’t here?”

“No,” he assured her, brushing her hair away from her face. “And he won’t be able to get to you if he comes here. You won’t see him again.”

“But he was here. I saw him. I heard him. I felt his presence.”

“No, Morgan. You didn’t.”

She swallowed. “This is the tough part.”

“What is, honey?”

“I see and hear things. I can’t process like a normal person now.”

“I know, Morgan. Believe me. We understand what you’re going through. Grant has already seen everything there is to see with this sort of addiction. We’ve read up on the aftermaths of meth and the detox. It’s not as easy as you might think.”

“I feel like I’m losing my mind!” she wailed.

“And you will feel like that from time to time. That’s why you have to let Grant and I take care of you. Will you do that for me?”

The sincerity in his voice made her heart melt. She’d loved him for over half her life. Even when she and Grant were together, she often told Grant how much she missed Blake. He’d always taken it in stride, told her it was okay to love them both, but she’d never imagined being shared by them.

“I need you,” she admitted.

“I know, honey.”

“No, I really need you,” she said, gnawing on her bottom lip. “Can’t you untie me and hold me?”

Blake studied her for a long time. After consideration, he loosened her arms. She tried to roll over to face him, but with her legs still secured, she was unable to find the position she most wanted.

“I can’t untie your legs,” he told her.

“Why not? I’m not going anywhere. You know you can overpower me if I try. Can’t you hold me and love me a while?”

Grant entered the room then. “Dr. Cox is out of town. He’ll be here in a couple of days. He said what Morgan is experiencing is normal.”

Morgan batted her eyelashes. “Blake released my arms. I want to be held and loved, but he won’t untie my legs.” She realized then, she sounded exactly like Kilo often accused. She used her childlike voice to get her way, and right then, she was disgusted with herself.

She wanted to be that strong, confident woman she’d been when she was in her late teens and early twenties. She longed to feel like the old Morgan again.

Grant narrowed his gaze on her ankles. Then, he addressed Blake, “I don’t see why we can’t let her go while we’re here with her.”

“You’re probably right,” Blake said, winking at Morgan.

Seconds later, her legs were free and Morgan straddled Blake as soon as she could move about the bed. “Do you want to show me how easy it will be to go to bed with two men?”

Always incredibly sexual with both men, Morgan had been dying to experience what they’d promised her. She wanted to be held and nurtured, coddled and pampered.

“We never promised easy,” Blake informed her.

“Oral sex is out until you’ve been tested,” Grant said out of the blue.

The way Grant spoke to her in a clinical voice, a matter-of-fact tone, hurt her feelings, but she brushed it off as a precaution they needed to take. Even though she longed to feel one of their tongues rubbing against her clit, she understood. If the roles were reversed, she wouldn’t want to put herself in harm’s way because of the bad choices a lover made in the past. And what did she know anyway? As drugged up as she had been in the last few years, she couldn’t be one hundred percent certain that she and Kilo always practiced safe sex.

“Will you make love to me?” she asked, shifting her gaze from one man to the other.

“Is that what you want?” Grant asked.

“Yes,” she replied. “I want to feel both of you inside me so I’ll know this is real.”