Free Monroe, Marla - The Edge of Night [The Protectors 3](Siren Publishing Classic) by Marla Monroe

himself there while he caught his breath. Damn, he hadn’t come that hard since…the last time he’d come inside of her.
    He rolled off her and went to the bathroom to clean up. Then he brought back a warm bath cloth to clean her up as well. She didn’t protest since she was still panting and trying to regain her normal breathing pattern as well. Her eyes remained closed, but her lips moved as if she were saying a prayer. He leaned closer and heard what was coming from her mouth.
    She whispered “oh my God, oh my God,” over and over again. He grinned and dropped a kiss on her forehead before returning the cloth to the bathroom.
    “Come on, sleepyhead. Time to get up. We have a long trip ahead of us.” Morgan swatted the side of her ass with a gentle pop.
    “Hey. Don’t do that.” She slowly rolled over to the edge of the bed before pushing herself to a sitting position.
    “It’s nearly eight, and we still have to get something for breakfast before we head out,” Morgan said.
    “Fine. I’ll be ready in a few minutes.” She disappeared into the bathroom for all of five minutes, then returned and began dressing.
    She repacked her clothes in her backpack and sat down on the edge of the bed to put her boots on. Morgan took them away from her and began putting them on for her. He wasn’t sure why he was doing all of this for her, but it felt good. Her murmured “thanks” made him feel even better.
    “What do you feel like for breakfast?” he asked.
    “I’m really not hungry,” she began.
    “Wrong answer. You’ve got to eat, so either pick something or I will.” He used his firmest voice.
    “I could probably manage some toast and jelly.”
    After breakfast, they headed out on the road to meet up with Morgan’s biker friends. He hoped there wouldn’t be any trouble with his bringing her with him. He hoped it would keep her safe, but if they caused a scene or wouldn’t take no for an answer as far as sharing went, then they would be out of there.
    He’d keep her safe on his own if he had to. Of course, he could trust Tyler to help him. Then there was Dodge. He would go to hell and back for you, and had. Dodge had lost part of his leg to shrapnel trying to save a kid. Dodge could be counted on.
    They stopped at a little town in Texas for a sandwich. He had to push Amanda to eat, but she finally ate a little over half of it. Her lack of an appetite worried him. His wife had morning sickness like most pregnant women did, but she never lost her appetite. Morgan really wanted to see about getting her to a doctor as soon as possible. If she didn’t start eating more, she was going to lose weight. That couldn’t be good for the baby or her.
    Around three that afternoon, they reached the outskirts of Riley, New Mexico. It was a little community on the edge of Albuquerque where the rest of the bikers would be waiting. He hadn’t talked to them in several days now. They wouldn’t know about Amanda. He only hoped it wouldn’t be an issue. Morgan pulled off the road at a little gas station to call and find out where they were all meeting.
    “Something wrong?” Amanda asked when he cut the engine.
    “No, going to call Andy and find out where everyone is meeting today.”
    “Oh, um, could I run to the bathroom while you’re calling him?”
    “Yeah, go ahead. Be careful.” He watched over his shoulder as she slid off the back of the bike and dumped the backpack on the ground next to the motorcycle.
    He pulled out his phone and dialed Andy’s number.
    “Yeah?” Andy’s voice came out muffled over the phone.
    “That you, Andy? It’s Morgan.”
    “Hey, you bastard. Where the hell are you? I expected you two days ago.”
    “Got tied up. Sorry. Has Tyler made it yet?”
    “Yeah, showed up yesterday. Said he left you at a truck stop back in Texas.” Andy’s voice grew stronger with less background noise.
    “Where are you?” Morgan asked.
    “Bar called The Ugly Duck. It’s on the south end of