An Underestimated Christmas (Underestimated 3) (13 page)

Morgan may have read for two more minutes before she tossed the tablet to the bed and slid down my shaft with a moan, backward. I couldn’t have protested then if my life depended on it. I moaned with her and held her hips, watching my cock slide in and out of her pussy.

“Rub your clit, Morgan,” I coaxed, looking to the side and seeing our reflections making love. My hands split Morgan’s ass cheeks and I played around with her pucker while her pussy accepted my cock, over and over. Fuck.

I held Morgan’s hips and forced her body up and down my shaft. Fast and hard. Her moans were nearly screams before I flipped her to the bed. Kneeling on my knees, I pulled her head to my cock and fucked her mouth, gagging her with every thrust. Catching a glimpse of her in the mirror again, I replaced her fingers with mine. Her little nub was twice its normal size, begging to come.

Dropping to my back, I slid her up to my face and tasted her pussy. My fingers pinched her nipples while my tongue sucked her sex. Morgan’s hands grabbed my hair and pulled my head to her pussy. She fucked my mouth the same way I had hers, grinding her clit in my tongue.

“Lay on your back,” I said, turning my face. Shit. I thought she was going to smother me.

“I just want to come, Drew,” she begged.

“You will. Lay down.”

“Drew,” Morgan protested again when I slid my hand under the small of her back and came to my knees beside her.

“Shhh, you love it when I do this.”

“I hate it.”

I snickered, sliding my index finger inside her pussy, my thumb to her clit, and my ring finger to her ass. I started slowly rocking my hand back and forth from her clit to her sphincter.

“Get something,” she whined before I got too far.

“You’re so fucking wet, Morgan. You don’t need it,” I said, sliding from her wet pussy to her asshole with my ring finger and slid it in. She tensed, but moaned when my other two fingers busied the rest of her over active pussy. Slowly, I picked up my pace until I was thrashing in and out of her. She didn’t come as quick as I thought she should have so I dropped and pulled her hips over my knees, elevating her just a bit.

I finger fucked her pussy like a madman, splitting her wide open with my other hand. Her body shook, convulsing while she screamed in ecstasy. Cupping her pussy with my hand, I caught all three squirts and rubbed it in her pussy and up to her breasts.

“Put it in my ass, Drew,” she panted, coming down from her high. YES! No problem.

I did get the lube that time, although I may not have needed it. I swear Morgan was producing more by the minute. Mix that with her euphoric pussy aroma. Put that shit in a bottle, I’d wear it every day.

“Bend over the bed,” I coaxed, sliding cold gel up my shaft. It warmed instantly. The sight of Morgan’s ass spread in front of me and the feel of my cock in my hand made me want to come that second.

Bending my knees, I moved in, prolonging the initial contact. That was my favorite part. The way Morgan squeezed her eyes, grasped the sheets with both hands…the way her ass squeezed around my cock, and the feel of it sliding in that first inch was joyous. Predicting the future, I moved my hand around and played with her clitoris, knowing I wasn’t going to last for her if she didn’t hurry.

As soon as her body relaxed beneath me, her eyes opened and she let go of her death grip on the sheets, I moved in and out of her faster. My fingers matched the rhythm of my dick sliding in and out of her ass and she whimpered my name. Fucking the hell out of her with my dick in her ass and my fingers on her clit, she called out. As soon as the orgasmic tone in her voice changed, I came too, dropped my body to hers, and panted the same post-orgasmic breaths as her.

“That was hot as hell,” she admitted. I agreed and slowly pulled out of her, watching the same reactions all over again. I don’t know why she did that. I just fucked the hell out of her with my cock hard. For some reason, when I stayed inside of her like that for any amount of time, she did the same thing, even with a half-limp dick. Her eyes clinched, her body tensed, and hands held the covers. It made me want to do it again. I forced it to slide back in a couple times before relinquishing.

“Wake up,” I whispered kisses to Drew’s well-defined back.

“Hmmm, what time is it?”

“Early. I need you before we leave.”

“You had me a lot last night,” Drew reminded me, rolling to his back.

“That’s not what I need. Last night wasn’t about intimacy. You’re leaving me and making me go to the beach house without you,” I complained, being rolled to my back, pinned by his weight. “Come with us,” I quietly spoke when he kissed the tip of my nose.

“I can’t, love. I have to go meet this client and then I’ll be there. I’ll be there for Nicky’s birthday party Sunday. I promise.”

As much as I loved the crazy Morgan and Drew sex from the night before, I loved this just as much if not more. Drew made slow, possessive love to me in the plain missionary position. Sometimes, that was my favorite one, the most intimate. 

“I love you,” Drew whispered at precisely the same moment my eyes rolled back in my head. I mumbled I loved him too in an orgasmic moan right before I felt him stiffen inside me.

“We’re going to be fine, Morgan,” Drew promised. I knew at that moment that Drew’s promise wasn’t empty. He meant it and I knew with everything in me that he would do what he could to make us happy. There was what he thought made us happy, and then there was reality—that was the issue. I never wanted to move to California in the first place, but Drew didn’t think my opinion mattered in our happiness.
Trust me
, he says. Oh boy.

It was raining when Drew drove us to our private plane. He carried a sleeping Tadpole on board for me and fastened both boys in their seats. Jesus, why was I having such a hard time with leaving him?

“What’s wrong?” Drew asked when I held on to him longer than he’d expected.

“What if this ends? I don’t want this to end,” I said, trying not to sound weak. I hated feeling fragile around Drew.

“Morgan,” he said, making me look up at him.

“I know, I know. Trust me. I’m trying.”

“Call me when you land.”

“I will.”

“Take care of your mom and brother for me, okay, buddy?” Drew persuaded, dropping to his knee to say goodbye. Drew kissed me again and walked away. My eyes went to Nicholas’s beaming smile and I sat beside him. We watched Drew wave to us from his car door and we both waved back.

I couldn’t wait to spend the weekend with Alicia and the kids. Christina was going to love her new nightgown I bought for her. I couldn’t wait to listen to her little girl chatter. I tried my best to ignore the knowledge of me being in control of the bottle of pills in my purse. I could take one and Alicia would never know. Wait. This was Drew I was talking about. She knew. Alicia knew exactly how many pills were in that bottle. Little did Drew know, I had two doctors there, too. I could get more. If I wanted to.

I stared out the little window with both boys sleeping beside me now. I hated this flight. It was so long, especially for Tadpole. He was literally bouncing off the walls by the time we landed almost six hours later.

That’s exactly what he did. He flipped over the seats, trying to jump from one to the other, laid in the middle of the isle, and fought constantly with Nicholas. I was ready to put a parachute on him and throw him out by the time we got there. Nicholas and Tadpole were both tired of flying. Six hours was a long time for them to be confined like this. Drew knew that before he moved us all the way to California.

“Oh my god, Alicia. I’m getting drunk,” I assured her in a hug. Alicia ducked around me and scooped up Nicholas.

“Did you eat spinach again?” she teased. Tadpole informed her that he did, raising his shirt and flexing his nonexistent muscle. Drew taught him that.

Alicia was just what I needed. Once everyone was fed and sound asleep, we sat out on the deck and talked, well I did. Alicia listened. She listened to everything from how sorry I was about letting Chelsea come between us to how I gradually started taking more and more pain pills just to deal.

“I still don’t know what’s going on. He’s been on his computer a lot more lately, and he’s leaving the room to take calls at home. Something just doesn’t feel right. And he’s totally changed overnight. Like we don’t talk about anything serious. He won’t. He just keeps telling me to trust him. I don’t like it. Are you sure he hasn’t said anything to Celeste?” I asked, looking to her and yawning.

“You know she’s not going to tell me if he did. She knows I would blab my mouth.”

“True. Hey, what do you want to do for the holidays? I was thinking maybe Peru again. That beach resort we stayed at last Christmas was so nice for the kids.”

“That wasn’t Christmas. It was the end of January. Sorry, we’re going to Florida to my parents this year. They’re really trying with the whole Celeste and me thing. They want to know their grandkids. We’re spending Thanksgiving there and they’re coming to us for Christmas.”

“NOOOO,” I whined. I hated Christmas. Alicia helped me deal with it while we drank too much alcohol and acted silly.

“We’ll spend New Year’s with you. I promise. I have to try to make things better with my parents. I miss them. Why don’t you do the family thing with your mom this year?”

“Nah, they make a big deal about it with their guests. By the time my mother stops with the everyday crafts, or tree trimming, caroling, and all the other lame stuff she does at the bed and breakfast, I’m so over Christmas, I could scream. I try to stay away from there in December.”

Neither Alicia nor I got drunk like we’d talked about and planned all week. I think we were just happy to sit and watch the tide while we caught up on life. It was nice having Alicia around. Alicia was irreplaceable. I could have fifty Chelsea’s and they would never add up to one Alicia. Alicia was a once in a lifetime kind of friend. And I was sure glad she was mine, except for maybe the whole pill thing. I couldn’t believe she was going to make me ask.

“I think I am going to turn in and call Drew, I’m getting a horrible headache,” I lied, hoping she took the hint.

“Okay, I’m going to do the same. Maybe we’ll take the kids up to Crab Mad Moe’s and let them play tomorrow,” Alicia suggested, standing.

“Alicia?”

“What?” she asked, turning to me with a clueless look.

“I need a couple pills before I go to bed. I just told you I had a headache and you know you have them,” I reminded her with a bit more agitation than I meant to express.

“Drew told me to make you ask,” she quietly responded. “I wish I knew how to help.”

Pity wasn’t what I wanted. “I’m fine. Drew makes it sound way worse than it is. You know how dramatic he can be.”

“I’m only giving you one. Drew said one.”

“Of course he did.”

The one pill did help tremendously and my hands instantly stopped shaking, but Drew wasn’t answering. It went right to voicemail.

Drew finally answered his phone just after midnight.

“Why are you still awake, love?”

“I have been worried sick about you. Where have you been?”

“I’m in a snowstorm right now. The plane had to land in Jamestown instead of JFK. The whole east coast is under a snow.”

“Ugh, I’m glad I’m not there. Are you going to get a room and fly the rest tomorrow?”

“Yeah, that’s the plan. How are the boys?”

“They were both out by eight. That flight gets to them every time. Hey, Drew. What did you have planned to get Nicky for his birthday?”

“I ordered him a couple bridge DVD’s and book. Why? Did you have something in mind?”

“We watched a sales presentation about a metal detector on the beach this evening. Nicky was very intrigued. Do you think he’s too little for something like that?”

“No, I don’t think so at all. I love it. Let me do some searching.”

“Was that a horn? Are you driving? I thought you said you were going to be safe in a room?” I questioned. I knew how the roads could get. I grew up in the mountains.

“I’m trying. A lot of planes got grounded here. I got the last four wheel drive rental car and I’m trying to find a room now.”

“Why did you get a rental car? Why wouldn’t you take a cab?”

“I would have had there been any available. I’m fine. I’ll get off the road at the next hotel. I promise.”

“What if you get stuck there and you miss Nicky’s birthday?” I panicked.

“I won’t. And if I do, so what. His birthday isn’t November 12
th
anyway. It’s the 15
th
. If I miss it Sunday, we’ll have the party the next day. It’s a surprise birthday party. He won’t know.”

Drew was right. We were just doing a little something over at my mom’s bed and breakfast anyway. We could do it any day. He would never know.

“Okay, you’re right. Do you want me to go look for the metal detector?”

“NO!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I smiled at the quick response.

“It means, you don’t know how to buy that kind of thing. You don’t know what questions to ask.”

“Oh, and you know a lot about metal detectors,” I doubted.

“No, but you know as soon as I get to a room, I’m going to research them.”

“Yeah, you’re going to go spend five hundred bucks on something I would have spent thirty on. He’s five, Drew.”

“I’m still not going to buy a thirty dollar piece of shit from Walmart that I’ll set out with the trash next month. Hey, Morgan. I’m going to hang up. I can barely see where the road is. I’ll call you in the morning.”

“Oh no you won’t. You call me as soon as you’re safe in a room.”

“Go to sleep, love. You don’t need to worry about me. I’m fine.”

“I mean it, Drew. Don’t make me lay here and worry about you all night.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll call you. I love you. Close your eyes and rest until I call.”

“I love you, too. Hurry up and get off the roads.”

Resting my eyes sounded like a splendid idea. My pain pill left me feeling relaxed and drowsy. Drew promised he’d call as soon as he got to a room. I would just rest my eyes for a few minutes while I waited.

I’m not sure what woke me at three AM, but I searched for my phone, lost amongst the covers. I hadn’t missed Drew’s call and he never texted. I was going to kill him. Debating whether to call or not, I decided to wait until he woke before killing him. He would say he was sorry and didn’t want to wake me anyway. There was no sense in waking him.

Feeling the little foot in my back explained what woke me. Tadpole was sideways in my bed. I twisted his little body by an arm and a leg, landing him on Drew’s pillow for all of two minutes. I swear that boy did flip flops in his sleep. When I woke, he was sideways at the foot of the bed. I slid him to the top and covered him again for the third time. Between worrying about Drew and Tadpole doing acrobats in my bed all night, my night was very restless.

“You look like hell. We only had two drinks,” Alicia questioned me from her coffee making.

“Hey, baby,” I said, pulling a sleepy Christina to my lap when she entered the kitchen at the same time I did. “I feel like hell. Drew’s stuck somewhere in New York in a snowstorm. He was supposed to call and let me know he was okay last night. He never called. And the devil must have been after Tadpole last night. He was all over my bed.

“I’m sure Drew is fine. And that one did the same thing to me. Let’s not give them Mountain Dew before bed again,” Alicia suggested with a straight pinky.

I locked mine with hers and pinky swore not to do that again. “He could at least send me a message,” I alleged, swiping my phone. Nothing. Jerk.

You’ve reached Drew Kelley with Kelley Elegance of Hollywood. I’m unavailable to take your call right now, but if you’ll leave your name and number, I’ll return your call as soon as possible. Thank you.

“He’s not answering. It went straight to voicemail. That’s not like Drew.”

“He’s probably in the air again. Where did he land?”

“Oh yeah, that makes sense. He still had a ways to go. I think he said he landed in Jamestown. Isn’t that close to Buffalo?”

“Beats me. You’re the reader, not me. Did you go pee in the potty?” Alicia asked, Christina, curled in my chest with her little eyes closed.

“No, she went in the pull-up. I felt it on my lap,” I smiled, kissing her sweet little blond head. Why couldn’t Tadpole have been a little girl? Alicia grumbled under her breath.