by Sienna Skye
“If he was thinking about you, he would have asked you out to dinner. When he calls you like that, the date didn’t end as he hoped, so he calls you since you guys have an arrangement. You have two choices here. You can either end this now or you can tell him how you feel and see if he wants more. You just need to prepare yourself for whatever answer you get.”
“I’m afraid of what will happen.”
“Are you happy with how things are now?”
“No.”
“Then you need to chase your own happiness. I know this is hard to hear, but if you are afraid, you might already know the answer. Ask him to watch this segment. It will be up on the website. On the magazine’s site too. Then you don’t have to say anything.”
The next two calls went well and none of the questions I fielded were too far over the top. I was pretty sure that would change if the segment caught on. I felt like I was really catching on to this whole thing when Vince announced the last caller.
“We have one more caller on the line.”
“This is such a great pseudonym, too! Taken from one of my favorite Journey songs.”
Journey song. Open arms? Don’t Stop Believin’? I was mentally making a note of Journey songs when I heard Sunny continue.
“Thank you for calling, ‘Stone in Love’. Ask your question.”
I froze. My heart felt like it was going to jump right out of my chest. Then I heard a very familiar male voice over the studio speakers.
“Thanks for choosing my call. I have a problem I think only Nikki can help me with.”
“That’s what she’s here for. I take it by your name this is a relationship question.”
“It is. Years ago, I fell in love with an amazing woman. She’s smart and funny and sweet. And she’s absolutely gorgeous.”
“Was this an unrequited love?” Shut up Vince, and let the man speak.
“No. I was lucky enough she felt the same way and we were in a relationship. I fell more in love with her every day. The problem was, we needed to keep our relationship a secret because our parents wouldn’t have approved.”
“Oooh, why was that?” Sunny was leaning in, obviously intrigued to discover the scandalous information.
“Our parents married when we were teenagers. We were stepsiblings. When it was discovered that we were in love, we were each forced into making decisions we didn’t want to make. We were lied to. We each made bad decisions. Decisions we felt we had no other choice but to make.”
I couldn’t believe he was putting everything out there. No more secrets. No tangled web of lies. No more hiding the truth. I stayed silent while he continued.
“We were separated for years, but I never stopped loving her. We just recently saw each other again and that’s when I found out about one of the decisions she made. I was angry at her for her what she did. I couldn’t get past the pain. I pushed down any feelings of love because of that hurt. I was angry at myself too for letting other people control my life. For giving up on the best thing that ever happened to me.”
The whole studio was silent, everyone listening to Morgan’s story. My story. All wondering what he was going to say next. I couldn’t blame them, I was wondering too.
“I recently had a scare where I thought I might lose her. The first thing I thought of was that she had told me she loved me, but I didn’t tell her I loved her too. I realized that I didn’t want to hold on to the hurt of the past. I want to walk into the future. I want to walk into that future with her by my side. You told that other caller to chase her own happiness. That’s what I am doing now. Chasing my own happiness. I only hope she will let me catch her. Tell me what I need to do, Nikki.”
There was silence in the studio. Dozens of eyes looked in my direction. All taken by Morgan’s story and pain in his voice. Nobody understanding the personal stake I had in this. I cleared my throat and took a breath. When I spoke, my voice was soft, not a whisper, but I couldn’t yet manage to speak in a normal tone.
“No Morgan, don’t chase.”
Vince sat there looking at me quizzically, but Sunny was a little quicker on the uptake, realizing what it meant when I used his name.
“Jules? Don’t…I …”
“You don’t need to chase, because I’m not running from you. You are my happiness, too. I love you, Morgan. I always have.”
The room spontaneously erupted into cheers and applause. Vince and Sunny were saying something, but it was all just background noise to me. I was trying to disconnect myself from my microphone. I had to get back to Jersey. Back to Morgan. They called for a commercial break and I ran off set. When I rounded the corner, I stopped short. Morgan was standing there, phone still in his hand, a slow smile spreading across his face. He spread open his arms and I ran right into them. Years of pent up emotion bubbled over. I sobbed against him.
“Hey baby, why the tears?”
“I’ve missed you so much. I thought I’d never have you again.”
“Shhh. You have me and you are never getting rid of me.”
“This is real, right? Nobody planned this as some publicity stunt?”
He laughed. “Only you, woman, would come up with that one.”
I looked over his shoulder and saw Hunter standing there, a big goofy grin on his face. “Did you know about this?”
“I did, but I didn’t know he was going to call into your show.”
“Hey yeah, how did you manage that?”
“That shall forever remain my secret. Now come on, we are going to celebrate.” He looked uncertain. “I made plans. I thought it was a good idea at the time, but now I’m a little unsure.”
“What plans?”
“I booked us a room here in the city.”
“What about Sophia? And I don’t have anything with me.” Though lack of clothes was probably not going to be a problem.
“Sarah and I are taking Sophia and Sarah put a bag together for you.”
I laughed. “You guys are the best. It’s nice to have people routing for us.”
“I’ve always routed for you. That will never change.”
“You’re not mad? That I booked the hotel I mean?”
I leaned up and whispered in his ear. “Nope, not mad at all. I’ve missed you, Morgan. I need you inside me so badly, I ache for it.” I felt, more than heard, his sharp intake of breath. And hello, I was definitely feeling something else pressed up against me. “Take me to the hotel Morgan. Make me yours again.”
Chapter Thirty Five
Morgan
Shit. Where to start? I guess with what was the most pressing issue. My cock pressing against my jeans trying like hell to find its way into hers. Hey, he has a mind of his own sometimes.
I never had a woman so well sexually matched with me as Jules. Trust me. I had quite a few notches on my bedpost…maybe even two bedposts. Sometimes she was all about slow, erotic, sensual love making. Other times she would crave down and dirty, hard, rough, and fast. Just like me. It was a huge fucking turn on that she wasn’t afraid to say what she needed or wanted. She was always open to try something new. And when she talked dirty, holy fuck, it made me rock hard. There I was standing in a TV studio, sporting a hard on…and since I have a pretty big dick…well let’s just say it wasn’t a subtle look. My intent was to spoil her, romance her, love her. You know, the slow and sensual. But, considering I was about to cream my pants, I was pretty sure that wasn’t gonna happen. At least not the first time.
I’ll admit I was a little…okay maybe a lot…worried that Jules was done with me. I know I was cold and distant after her accident, but I had a lot of shit to sort out in my brain. That didn’t mean though when I finally came around it was a guarantee she would take me back with open arms. Thank the fuck she did. The whole call in to the show thing? Came up with that idea the night before. Then I had to find a way to make it happened. I cornered some suit who looked like he sucked a bowl of lemons for breakfast. He wasn’t at all interested in doing anything in the name of love. In
the name of ratings though, that was another story. I pulled that one out of my ass and played that angle to the hilt.
I was done hiding. I was done feeling like what we were doing was wrong. I wanted it all out there for the world to see. That was the only way to do it if there was going to be a chance for us. Risky move doing it on live TV, but I wanted to make sure she knew just how serious I was. I thought my heart was going to stop when she told me not to chase her. I had blown it, I thought. Waited too long. When she walked into my arms, nothing ever felt so right. That’s where she belonged. Always had. Always would.
We grabbed a cab to go to the hotel. I was already checked in and it was a good thing because I was a man on edge. I might have bent her curvy ass over the desk and fucked her right there.
As we rode up in the elevator, it reminded me of that night years ago. The night that changed everything. Started everything. Made her mine. The elevator doors slide open and I pressed my hand into the small of her back, directing her toward our room. When she stepped inside and looked around, her mouth dropped open.
“You call this a room? This is incredible. Morgan, this must be the most expensive suite in the hotel.”
“Doesn’t matter. I want this to be perfect. A fresh start.”
“It’s almost perfect.” What did she want? If it was in my power to give it to her, she had it. “It would be perfect if you weren’t still dressed.”
“Yes, ma’am. Anything you want.”
“Don’t get me wrong. I am absolutely loving the way that black tee shirt outlines your chest and the way it brings out the green in your eyes, but I need to see you. It’s been too long.” She pulled my shirt off and tossed it to the floor. “You got a tattoo.”
I saw her going back in time in her mind. Wondering why she hadn’t yet seen it. I wore a tank the day of Hunter’s barbeque. I didn’t want her to see it then, in case she figured it out. Her fingers traced the Celtic looking design, right over my left pec, close to my heart. I knew the exact moment it hit her.
“Morgan, this design. It’s our initials. M & J.” She looked up at me with those big blue eyes.
“I’ve always kept you close to my heart Jules.”
I saw tears in her eyes and then she kissed me gently, right on my tattoo.
“Jules, I wanted to take this slow. Romance you. Make love to you. But I don’t know if I can wait…”
“We have all night for that. I can’t wait either. Take me. Hard and fast. I want you to mark me, Morgan. Make me yours.”
Sweet Jesus, this woman. I wondered briefly if it was possible for your dick to explode. That would be most unfortunate. I had a lot of plans for him.
We moved toward the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes as we ripped them off in a frenzy.
I took in her naked form so familiar, yet with the more sensual shape of a woman. “You are gorgeous, Jules. God, you are spectacular.”
She looked up at me with an unmistakable look of lust and need. That was all it took to push me over the edge. I growled. I literally fucking growled, picked her up and threw her back onto the bed. She wanted it raw and primal and I was more than happy to give her what she desired. There was no surprise in her face, just those gorgeous eyes of hers gleaming with wicked thoughts. I was on her in an instant. The taste I had of her at Hunter’s wedding hadn’t been nearly enough to slake my thirst for her.
My mouth covered hers and she kissed me back as fiercely as I kissed her. I ran my hand down to squeeze her tit and she moaned into my mouth. Jules ran her hands down my back, grabbing my ass and pulling me into her. My mouth not leaving hers, I trailed my hand down to her pussy. I pushed my finger in and fuck yes, she was soaking wet. One of her hands grabbed my cock and she started to stroke me as her hips gyrated against me. I moaned because yeah, it felt fucking amazing, but damn it was going to be hard to hold back. I pushed the tip of my cock into her when reality hit me.
“Shit.” I quickly gazed around the room for my stuff.
Reading my thoughts, she spoke on stilted, panted breaths. “Pill. Clean.”
I nodded. “Me too.” I plunged into her, hard and fast and was rewarded with her screaming my name and digging her nails into my ass. I thought it wasn’t possible for me to get any harder, but I was wrong. She wrapped those long legs around my waist as I slammed into her wet heat over and over. The sound of our bodies slamming together, my balls slapping against her ass was making me crazy. “You are so wet for me, baby. So tight.” I watched as her tits bounced with the force of my thrusts and I sucked a nipple into my mouth.
“Fuck, Morgan! Harder, I need you harder!”
I fucked her harder than I had ever fucked in my life. We were sideways across the bed and our bodies were sliding across it as I pumped into her. Her head was starting to slide off of the bed, so I hooked my hands under her back and hooked my hands around her shoulders so we wouldn’t fall off.
“I can’t hold back. Come with me baby. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
She screamed my name as she came and kept crying out as I felt her squeeze my dick like a vice. I leaned down and bit her shoulder, hard. Marking her as mine. She squirted and soaked my dick and I felt my balls draw up. I groaned her name as I spilled myself inside her.
I was vaguely aware that my big body was collapsed over hers and then it finally dawned on me we were half hanging off of the bed. I raised myself up on my arms and pulled her up.
“Come here sweetheart, this cannot be comfortable for you.”
“I’m still riding high on post orgasmic bliss,” she laughed.
“I like hearing that. Come and cuddle with me. I want to hold you for a bit.” And prove to myself this was real.
We wiggled to straighten up on the bed and she rested her head on my shoulder. Funny how the years apart melted away. I played absently with a lock of her hair.
“Morgan?”
“Hmmm?”
“I’m really happy.” Such a simple statement that spoke volumes. The relief hearing her say that was staggering.
“Me too, baby.” My eyes scanned down her body, landing on the marks on her belly. Still playing with her hair, I let my other hand caress the faint lines. She tensed beneath my fingers and I remembered what she told me about that asshat who turned her away because of her body. What a fucking fool. She had led me to believe it hadn’t bothered her, but I was beginning to think that wasn’t true.
“Don’t do that.”
“What?”
“Tense up because I am touching your stretch marks. They don’t make you any less attractive. They do not make me want you any less. I think I made that pretty obvious a few minutes ago. It doesn’t matter to me. No, that’s not true. It does matter. A whole damn lot. Those marks are a reminder that you carried our baby girl in your belly. She is the greatest gift anyone has ever given me. You did that. You kept her healthy and safe and I love you and your body all the more because of it.” To prove it, I crawled down her body and placed gentle kisses over her belly. When I looked up, her eyes were teary. Time to change the direction of this conversation. We were getting far too serious.
“There is a nice big tub in the bathroom. I am going to go start a bath for us. I’ll be back in a minute.”
“You keep this up, Mr. Stone, and I am going to be spoiled.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet, darlin’.”
Chapter Thirty Six
Julia
I heard the sound of water running in the tub and then I could hear Morgan singing. I had forgotten how well he could sing. I laughed when it hit me he was singing Stone in Love. What a difference a few hours could make. I nearly had a panic attack before going on TV and then just a few minutes later, I heard Morgan’s voice professing how much he still wanted me.
A brand new start.
We needed this.
We deserved this.
My mind wandered, thinking about the events of the past couple of months. Wait. No, I must have. But…I couldn’t
remember it happening. Damn, how horrible could I be? I bolted upright.
“Morgan!”
He ambled out of the bathroom, all naked and gorgeous. He always had an amazing body but gone was the body of a fit boy and in its place was the body of a man. My gaze scanned over that inky hair, those emerald eyes, the broad shoulders, his rock hard abs, and sweet mother that sexy V that made me lose my mind. I let my eyes drift lower and shamelessly stared at that long, oh so deliciously thick, cock. It apparently appreciated my open admiration because it started to harden again. Instinctively, I licked my lips. Down girl, you have things you need to say first. When I managed to pull my gaze back up to Morgan’s face, he looked amused.
“You called?”
“There’s something I need to say to you.” I got out of bed and walked over to him. I caressed his tattoo, still floored he had put a permanent tribute to us on his body. Over his heart. “I’ve been thinking about the past few months…”
“Jules, don’t. We are starting new. We need to put it all behind us.”
“I have to say this, Morgan. It’s important. I realized I never actually told you I was sorry for keeping Sophia a secret. Never said the words. I explained why I did it, but never said I was sorry. Am. I swear I thought about you ever single day since I left. Every single day. I would look at her and see so much of you. At first I was scared to tell you because I thought you didn’t want her. Then time just seemed to get away from me and the more time that went by, the harder it was to figure out how to tell you. I am sorry you missed out on so much. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you more.” The truth spilled out in a rush.
He took my face in his hands. “Listen to me. We both made mistakes. We were young. We were misled. But, we are together now. Me, you, and that little girl we created. Do you know how much it still amazes me that we made her? Regardless of what happened after, she was made from our love. That much I know. I can certainly understand how someone can get caught up in a lie. Please. Please let’s just let it be behind us. I need this to be behind us. Okay?”
I nodded and pressed my forehead against his. “Now let’s go take that bath.”
