An Underestimated Christmas (Underestimated 3) (34 page)

“I love you, Morgan. Don’t ever think I don’t,” Drew whispered, holding me tight.

“I love you, too, Drew.” I did love Drew. I loved Drew with all my heart and I never wanted to be without him. Could we really do this? Was this fixable? The last few days told me that it was, that we could be happy. I wanted that more than anything, but another part of me held on to that wall. What if we got to comfortable again? What if we came right back here? I didn’t want to go through it again. I didn’t want to go through anything with Drew again. If we lived the rest of our lives being in love and happy, we deserved it. Of all people, Drew and I deserved that.

Sexual tension filled the space between us for the remainder of the evening, and I think maybe it had something to do with using the boys as an excuse to get out of there. Drew helped a sleepy Nicky get out of his dress clothes and I helped Tadpole. I moved quietly out of his room, leaving faint noises from my heels and the hardwood.

I hushed Drew with a finger when I saw him at Tadpole’s door. He reached around me and pulled his door closed, locking me in his arms. The amazing kiss lasted forever while Drew’s hands traveled up the back of my dress. I was the one that broke the contact after I moaned. I’m not sure there had ever been this much sexual tension between Drew and me. I actually felt faint while he led me to our room.

Not waiting for instructions, I turned to Drew, stopping him in his tracks. I led the way by slowly undressing in front of him, leaving on the sexy red heels with a matching red lace garter set.

“Jesus, Morgan,” Drew muttered as he drooled. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

“Come here, and stop making me be the center of attention. I’m never going to forgive you for that, you know?” I said, feeling uneasy about the gorgeous comment. I was fine until he said that and then I went all psycho-self-conscious.

Drew kissed my lips first and then my jawline, and neck. Tilting my head, I gave him full access to my throat and neck. I felt my breasts being released with a snap in the back. My back arched while my already erect nipples begged for attention. My head dropped and a soft moan escaped my lips when I felt the painful sensation between Drew’s lips. His hot hands worked their way to my red lace panties. Drew’s sensual hands ran down the back of my legs and I stepped out of them for him.

I wasn’t expecting the sudden attack on my clitoris when he came back up. Drew grabbed a handful of my ass with both hands and dove his tongue right across my aching nub. And the angels sang in heaven. Hallelujah.

“Drew, I need to lay down.”

Drew pressed his hand flat against my chest and urged me toward the bed. The contact was only broken briefly before I was on my back, heels digging into his shoulders. One hand grasped the covers and the other a fistful of his hair. My hips flailed into his mouth and I waited for the build to explode. Only problem was Drew. UGH. Sometimes I hated that man. Drew broke the contact and moved to my lips. Moaning, I tasted myself on his lips and felt his knee between my legs.

I have no idea what happened after that. One minute we were kissing and the next I was tensing beneath him and pulling away. Drew stopped the movement of trying to release himself and looked down at me.

“What’s wrong, love?”

“Nothing, I’m fine. Don’t stop. I just…never mind…keep going.”

Drew took a deep breath and rolled to his back. Great…

“Don’t you feel like were fighting it, Drew? Doesn’t it feel like we have to work too hard for something that used to come so natural for us?” I asked in a serious tone while I rested my chin on his chest. Drew moved his arm from over his eyes and looked up to me.

“No, Morgan. I don’t feel anything but my wife naked below me in this sexy as hell lingerie. Her pussy is wet and ready, my cock is as hard as steel, and I feel like making love. That’s how I feel, Morgan. I don’t know what else you want. I’m trying to give you space and let you be a bullhead and sleep downstairs. I’m trying to be there for you without being
too
there for you. What do you want, love? I don’t know. Honest to god. I don’t know.”

“I want you to fight for me, Drew. I need to know you’ll always fight for me. Fight for me, Drew.”

“Fight for me, Morgan. Make me want to fight for you. I don’t know how much more I can change for you. I’m dying over here fighting for you. Why can’t you see that?”

I scratched my forehead with the back of my thumb and took a deep breath. What was I supposed to say to that?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

I am the last person on earth that has any room to talk about another human being stubborn, but for the love of god. What did this woman want from me? I shifted my weight when Morgan fidgeted, brushing a hair from her forehead with her thumb. I took the distraction to put her flat on her back. I towered above her, speaking in a firm, but loving manner.

“Your way’s not working. I’m going to continue to hold the reins in this room when that door is closed. Are we clear on that?” I asked, kissing her lips and running my hand up the inside of her leg. She surrendered immediately, dropping her knee to the side. “This is dumb. What’s the point in you going downstairs and rubbing it yourself when I can do it for you?” I asked, sliding one finger up her wet slit. My middle finger dipped inside her warm pussy and my cock twitched in my pants. There was no way I was letting her out of my arms.

Morgan fumbled with my buckle on my dress pants, and I stood to help her out. I unbuttoned my shirt with one hand while the other one kept her pussy entertained. I wasn’t about to give her time to think again. The last time almost cost me big time. I wasn’t taking that chance. If she needed constant contact to be reminded of what I was about to do to her then I’d oblige.

I’m not sure what was going through Morgan’s mind, but mine was going crazy. I wanted to say things, do things, demand things, but I didn’t know if I should. It seemed we’d drawn a line that I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to cross or not. I chose the safer route and stayed on my side, jumping to hers, only in my mind.

The more my mind said what my mouth couldn’t, the more aroused I became.

You like your pussy rubbed, don’t you, bad girl? Hmmm yeah, spread those legs for me,
I chanted to myself, stroking my cock on her spread leg.
You want my cock in your mouth, don’t you, baby?
I said in my mind while I moved to her lips. I fisted her hair and pulled her to suck my cock while I spun her hips. My hand slid between her wet pussy while my cock slid in and out of her mouth. I wasn’t even thinking about it when I twisted her hips and my hand came down and slapped her ass. The sound of my hand on her bare ass went straight to my cock and I shoved her head. Balls deep, I gagged her, and then felt the hum on my dick from her exotic moan.

None of what transpired was remotely close to how I’d planned our night. I wasn’t going to do any of this. My plan was to make slow, passionate love to her while her naked body laid beneath me.
Hmmm, you want me to fuck your little pussy,
I recited to myself, ramming my cock to the back of her throat again. My hand slid wet arousal to her ass pucker and I taunted her, teasing her with her own wetness, or maybe I was teasing me. Nonetheless, it was hot as hell.

I flipped Morgan again and spread her legs, pressing down on her knees, telling her to stay with only my eyes. I stared vehemently at her, daring her to move while I walked to the closet. Was I overstepping my boundaries, probably, but for whatever reason, doing it in silence made it okay. I pulled Morgan’s legs to her chest and pressed out on her knees again. Her eyes widened with the most amazing, lust-filled unknown that I’d ever seen. She wanted this. If only in her eyes and her pussy, I could tell.

My mind told her to hold her ankles, but my hands did the talking. Once her ankles were secured with her hands, I turned on the electrical current. Morgan jumped, startled when I touched the end, jumping myself from the sudden volt. I watched her stomach move up and down while I slowly brought the rod to her clit. It stilled when her breathing stopped. Her body moaned in instant gratification, but then stopped with the orgasm.

I fucked her with a hard plastic vibrator next, keeping her spread eagle while I watched, playing with her pussy and bringing her to orgasm after orgasm. Again, with my hands and using no words, I moved her to all fours. Holding her ass cheeks open, I watched her body tense from the feel of the lube touching the pucker in her ass. Holy fuck. My cock was ready to explode. I pumped myself in my hand while I slid the anal probe in, one small bead leading to a bigger one. I slid the nubs in and out of her ass while my mind told her how much she wanted to sit on my cock and then swallow my come.

Again, I positioned her with only my hands, sliding her to the edge of the bed on her back. I placed her hands around her ankles again and pressed her knees out. Jesus, I could look at her in this position all day long. I hissed when my dick slid into her hot, wet pussy. My mind told her how much I loved fucking her while my eyes watched my cock glisten from her coating it with her own come.

My eyes sternly held her gaze while I opened and slid on the condom.
That’s what you want, isn’t it love? You want my cock in your ass.
I could have sworn Morgan nodded, was she reading my mind? It sure as hell felt like it. After coating the condom with a squirt of lubricant, I pushed her legs back more, dripped a couple drops to her ass, and slid in a finger.

Her muscles tightened and she squinted her eyes. I loved this part. I loved fucking her ass in this position, and I loved watching the painful pleasure on her face while I teased her. The head of my cock teased her opening and again, she tightened her sphincter. My eyes watched it all very carefully, her eyes, her trembling body spread beneath me, my cock moving slowly in, and the pleasurable pain in her expression as I moved in. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I pulled completely out, waited for her ass to resume its normal size, and then plummeted again. I did that a few more times before holding on to her hips and forcing them into mine. I fucked her ass for as long as I could take it and then removed the condom. I jerked it with my hand a couple times, trying to decide if it was ready or not. After dipping it back into her pussy a couple times, I took a step back and pumped the hell out of my cock. Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I didn’t need words. Morgan was reading my mind. She dropped to her knees in front of me and took my cock in her hands.

“Is this what you want, Drew? You want me to swallow your poison?” she asked in the most fucked up, erotic, raspy tone I’d ever heard come from her lips. My hips jolted when she sucked on my head, hard. Her hands cuffed my balls and my body gave way, riding out every last wave while Morgan swallowed me.

Once the waves were ridden, I pulled her to her feet and held her tight in my arms.

“I was wrong, Drew,” she said, muffled from the hold I had on her. I sighed a heavy breath. Now what?

“About what?”

“You can keep the reins in here. I’m fine with that, but I do have one condition.”

“I didn’t plan any of that, I swear. It just went that way. What’s your condition?”

“You can’t
not
talk. Oh my god. You were driving me crazy. It was like I could hear you telling me how much I wanted to suck your dick, but you wouldn’t say it. Don’t do that again. It turns me on when you tell me to do it. I’ve told you before. I don’t have complaints about what we do in here. And my condition is—”

“Wait, wasn’t the talking thing your condition?” I teased.

“No, well, that too. The condition is we can’t hold out on sex the next time we fight.”

“How about we don’t do that. I don’t want to fight with you, ever. You’re the last person on earth I want to piss off.”

“Yeah, well that’s unrealistic. You drive me too crazy not to fight with you. And I’m always going to drive you crazy; we’re going to fight. But we’re fighting fair from now on. No more buying anything unless you talk to me about it first.”

“What about gas and Slim Jims?”

“Gas? No, you don’t need my input for that. Slim Jims, most definitely.”

My eyes drifted to the neon blue time. The digital numbers read one minute before midnight. One of the best days of my life. Had it not been for the next sixty seconds, I would have gone to bed a happy man with my wife in my arms. I did do that, only I wasn’t happy and I held Morgan while she sobbed, unable to understand.

“Who in the world is calling at this time of night?” Morgan asked, sliding out of the heels. Damn, I loved her in that getup with her ass cheeks peering from red lace. She could walk around like that all day long. “It’s Nicole,” Morgan claimed with a peculiar expression.

“Let me answer it,” I ordered. Something didn’t sit right. It was one of those eerie feelings you get when your gut tells you something isn’t right.

“Drew, stop. I’m sure Nicole isn’t calling to talk to you,” Morgan confidently assured me. “Hey, Nicole, what’s up?”

I knew it. With everything in me, I knew it. I was stepping to Morgan before her face ever fell, before she became speechless.

“What’s going on, Nicole?” I asked, taking Morgan’s hand and making her sit on the bed.

“I just got off the phone with Buff Rehab. Carlie was just found dead in her apartment.”

“Oh god. Where’s the little girl?”

“That’s all the details I have right now. I just wanted to let Morgan know. She has been trying to get a hold of her all day.”

“You shouldn’t have done that. You should have waited until tomorrow,” I ordered, looking at Morgan’s white, frozen state. “You shouldn’t have told her. You should have told me, Nicole,” I yelled through the phone. Goddammit. She didn’t know how fragile Morgan was. She didn’t need this right now.

“No, Drew, that’s where you need to get your male ego out of your ass and stop thinking you’re superior to Morgan. You don’t even know Carlie. Morgan spent ten days with her, Morgan knows things about her Carlie never told anyone else, secrets only Morgan knows. Morgan confided in her everything that she couldn’t tell you. Carlie was Morgan’s friend. Not yours. Stop trying to protect your family from the world, Drew. Let Morgan deal with life, with her own feelings, not yours. You can’t protect them from everything. Stop trying. You’re smothering them.

“What would happen if you were suddenly taken out of the picture, Drew? Gone. Vanished. No more Drew Kelley. Could your wife pick up and move on if you were suddenly struck down by lightening? Would she even know what bank you used? What about the electric bill? Ask her who you pay the bill to. Does she know the passwords to important information? Can Morgan go right to the birth certificates, social security numbers, shot records, and everything else you shut her out of?

“I’m sorry. This whole thing is just messed up. It none of my business, but I hope you open your eyes and get it soon, Drew. You two really are great together and I’d hate to see it end, but you’re doing more harm than good. It wouldn’t surprise me if Morgan didn’t even know her own social security number. Tell her I will call her tomorrow.”

Not only did I have Morgan to deal with, I had this guilty cloud over my head. I wasn’t ever planning to leave her. She didn’t need to know stuff like that. Did Morgan know her own social security number? All of that had to be put on the back burner while I tried to be there for my wife.

We sat in a hot tub of bubbles and talked. I was actually very proud of her for the way she handled it. I liked this talking thing a lot more than the calm before the storm.

“I just can’t believe she’s gone. She promised me she would get better for Carol. What’s going to happen to her, Drew? She doesn’t really have any family. Carlie hadn’t spoken to them in nine years. I don’t even know if they know about Carlie.”

“I don’t know, love. It’s awful.”

“I wonder if anyone will even call her family,” Morgan questioned herself more so than me. I didn’t know the answers any more than she did, but I felt horrible for that little girl. The sudden way it happened made me think more about what Nicole had said. I once thought I’d never meet a wiser woman than Deidra, but Nicole was catching up pretty damn quickly. She didn’t give a shit about who I thought I was. She was right quick to tell me I wasn’t him, nor was I mightier than thou.

I thought about how Morgan would go on if for some reason I didn’t come home tomorrow. Morgan talked about Carlie and all that she had told her in private. I half listened while I visualized my departure and my wife trying to figure out how to bury me. She wouldn’t even know where to start. Lists were being made in my mind while I kissed Morgan’s head and held her in my arms.

“Do you know your social security number, love?” I asked, kissing her shoulder.

She chuckled a little. “I know Riley Murphy’s,” she admitted.

Morgan never shed a tear until we were in bed three hours later. She cried silently in my arms and I let her without one word. After waiting for Morgan to fall asleep, I finally surrendered to my own exhaustion and slept, too.