Breaking the Rules

by L. K. Lewis

  “Thank you so much, Drake, this is over the top sweet, and I really appreciate it.”

  “You are welcome, Morgan. Come, dinner is ready. I took the liberty of setting the table while you were changing your clothes. You look absolutely beautiful by the way. I hope you don’t mind, I had to look through some of your cabinets to find everything.”

  I walk into the kitchen and take a seat at the table. Drake has set everything perfectly. He lit some candles, and transferred the flowers into a vase with some water and set them on the table as well. I look up at Drake, who is watching me as I take in the beauty of the table and everything he has done for me, and our gazes meet. “This is so beautiful. Thank you for everything. Consider yourself forgiven.”

  Dinner is delicious. Our conversation is easy, and Drake is attentive with the wine just like he was with my water during staff meetings. Drake asks me a few questions about my upbringing and college and grad school. I can tell he’s trying to get to get to know me a little more, but he remains tight lipped when it comes to talking about himself. He said there was a lot to him he hoped I’d never find out, so I figure I’ll give him time to open up to me about his past. Tonight is going so well that I decide not to push it.

  Dinner is starting to wind down, and I really don’t want the night to end. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to use your restroom, then I’ll come back and take care of the dishes for you.” Drake says as he gets up from the table.

  “The bathroom is the second door on the left off of the living room. No need to worry about the dishes though, I’ll get to them later,” I say as I refill our wine glasses in an attempt to continue our evening.

  With a quick nod, Drake heads out of the kitchen towards the restroom. I grab our glasses and head into the living room. I am just turning some background music on as Drake enters the living room.

  “Morgan, would you care to follow me please?” Drake motions to the bathroom door. He extends his hand and I take it as he helps me up from the couch. Lacing my fingers in his, Drake walks to the bathroom and I follow him in to find candles lit, and a beautiful bubble bath filling in the tub. “You were in your robe when you answered the door, and I could hear your tub draining as you freshened up. You had mentioned earlier today that you were looking forward to a weekend of relaxation, and I realized that was exactly what you were trying to do when I showed up at your apartment unannounced. I figure the least I could do is draw you another bath and help you to continue your relaxation as I do your dishes.” Drake continues.

  “Drake, you really don’t have to do all of this. I told you during dinner that you are forgiven,” I say shyly.

  Wrapping his arms around me, Drake drops his forehead to mine, looking deeply into my eyes, “I appreciate your forgiveness, more than you’ll ever know, but I want to do this. I want to take care of you, Morgan, I want to pamper you. I’ve given us a lot of thought. Why don’t you get into the bath and relax? I’ll do the dishes, then we’ll talk.” He runs his hands gently down my arms, and gives me a sweet kiss on the forehead then returns to the kitchen.

  Drake

  Tonight is going better than I had expected. I think Morgan enjoyed dinner and the attention to detail I put into it. I meant it when I said I want to pamper her. This evening was fun for me to plan and execute. I’d love to do things like this all the time, especially when it brings such a smile to Morgan’s beautiful face. I love to see her this carefree and peaceful. It pains me to know that I have caused her so much hurt and confusion. I hope our talk goes well tonight, and she is able to understand just how I feel for her and how far I’m willing to go to have her be part of my life.

  Morgan has been soaking for about 10 minutes or so when I finish the dishes. I can’t stay in a bath for too long without getting bored, so I hope she isn’t getting antsy. Hopefully she is soaking peacefully like I intended. I take a chance and undress completely hoping she will let me join her in the bath. I haven’t been overly affectionate with her tonight, but she has easily welcomed my slight touches and soft kisses so far, so I hope I haven’t misread her. Her eyes are closed and she is leaning back with her head resting against the end of the tub when I open the door and peek in. I walk over to the tub and kiss her forehead gently as I did before and then softly whisper in her ear, “Do you mind if I join you? You look absolutely breathtaking laying in those bubbles, Morgan, I’d really like to wash you.”

  Morgan opens her eyes and appears to be slightly startled by my request. A shy smile crosses her lips, and she slides forward in the tub and sits up slowly without saying a word. I ease myself into the tub behind her. I scoot her back between my legs and wrap my arms around her, easing her head back onto my chest.

  “You feel so good in my arms, Morgan. Your skin is so soft and beautiful,” I say as I pull her close.

  “Drake?” Morgan starts to ask me something but I don’t think she quite knows the right words. I already know what is on her mind. She is worried that I’m going to lead her on just to leave her again. It’s going to take some work to earn her trust again, but that’s what I want to discuss with her tonight.

  “Shhhh, I’m not going anywhere. Just relax and let me wash you. We have plenty of time to talk after our bath.” Morgan instantly relaxes. I decide to forgo a washcloth and pour her body wash directly into my hand. This stuff smells so good. I rub my hands together to create a soapy lather, and start to wash her.

  I start at her neck and shoulders, slowly massaging, and Morgan sighs. I rub my hands down her chest and softly cup her breasts and she arches her back as I give her nipples a gentle pinch. My hands continue south as they move over her firm, flat belly. Her hips raise slightly to meet my hands as I smooth them down over her thighs then back up again, finding her sweet mound. I add a little more body wash into my hands before exploring her and reaching around to wash her backside. Her eyes fly open in surprise when I run my fingers over her most private of parts. “Relax baby, I want to wash all of you,” I say as I continue back down her thighs. I sit up and bend over her as I reach down her and lift each leg, washing and massaging her feet. When I’m done washing her, I lean back again, pulling her head to my chest and wrap my arms back around her as she lets out a soft purr. Morgan rolls slowly onto her side between my legs and wraps her arms around my waist. After a moment or two, she lets out a contented sigh, and sits up just enough to give me a quick kiss and a sated smile before returning her head to my chest. I could stay in this moment forever. Our breathing synchronizes and we lie in silence for what seems like an eternity before I finally speak.

  “As much as I’m loving this moment, I’m starting to turn into a prune. How do you feel about toweling off and finishing our wine out on the couch? We could talk a little?” I’m suddenly nervous to tell her everything that has been on my mind all evening.

  “Mmm hmm, that sounds good,” Morgan mumbles, eyes still closed. She slowly sits up and gets out of the tub. She turns towards me blushing slightly as she hands me a towel. I think she’s a little shy about being naked in front of me for the first time. After the way she has just allowed me to lovingly caress her naked body, she really shouldn’t be embarrassed, but I get it.

  “You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, Morgan. The more I see of you, the better you get, baby,” I say as I dry myself and wrap the towel around my waist. “Come join me on the couch. Do you have a blanket we can share so we don’t get cold?”

  I follow Morgan to her couch and sit down facing her. She hands me a blanket and I wrap it around us, grabbing her hands and kissing her knuckles before I begin to speak.

  Morgan

  “Please forgive me as I stumble through what I have to say.” Drake starts to speak. He has been so relaxed and confident all evening, I wonder why he is suddenly so nervous? He certainly wasn’t nervous as he joined me in the bath. He definitely wasn’t nervous as he stood up from the bath in all of his naked glory waiting for a towel. My God, his body is perfect. I loved the feeling of his hands on
me as he washed me. That was the most erotic thing anyone has ever done to me. He’d better not be saying goodbye to me again, I don’t think I’ll ever recover. Oh God, now I’m suddenly nervous too.

  “I’m listening, Drake, go ahead.” I squeeze his hands and give him a small smile for reassurance.

  “Okay, here it goes.” Drake takes a deep breath, and begins speaking. “I think I’ve been pretty forthcoming about how I feel about you so far, even though I have gone about showing you in all the wrong ways, and for that, I’m so sorry. I’ve allowed myself to get wrapped up in all of the things that could go wrong by being with you, that I haven’t taken the time to realize all of the things that could go right. I have never met someone so beautiful, inside and out, I truly mean that. You are so sexy, and so smart, and even though I have treated you like shit time and time again over these last few weeks, for some reason you keep giving me another chance, and I’m so grateful for that. I just hope you are willing to give me one more chance. I want you so much, Morgan. You have brought so much light into a life I didn’t know I was living in darkness. I have been pushing you away out of fear these past few weeks. I’m so afraid that I’ll repeat the mistakes I’ve made in my past. What I didn’t realize by doing so, was that I’ve been making the mistake of not fighting for what I hope will be my future.”

  Drake takes another deep breath as his eyes look deep into mine.

  “I know you said Adrian was your old boyfriend and that he wanted to get serious with you, but you never mentioned whether or not you were in love with him. I’ve never been in love, Morgan. I’ve never known what love could feel like. I’ve never known I could feel like my heart could explode with joy, then deflate with hurt and pain, then fill again with unconditional optimism. I’ve never wanted to sing out with happiness and collapse from fear all at the same time. That is, until I met you. It didn’t take me long to realize what I feel for you is different and more special than I’ve ever felt for anyone before, that all of those feelings were love. I am head over heels in love with you, Morgan. All of the horrible and wonderful emotions that come with this love for you have made me feel like the happiest man on earth. I want to fight for you. I want to fight for this love. I haven’t quite figured out how to get around work, and I’m so terrified that I will do something stupid, or say the wrong thing, and end up losing you, but I realized that without fighting for you I’d just lose you anyway, so I’m taking this chance. I know we don’t know each other well, and I know my declaration has come very soon. I don’t expect you to love me too. I don’t expect you to want to fight for me after all I’ve put you through. If you don’t want this, I’ll understand, and I promise to continue to be courteous and professional as I was today at work. I just really hope you do want this.”

  Drake stops speaking and wipes the tears away that are streaming down my cheeks. He looks at me like he’s hopeful and terrified as he waits for me to respond.

  We spend the next few moments staring at each other in silence. Drake loves me. He’s willing to fight for me. I am so overwhelmed by tonight and my feelings for Drake that I don’t know how to begin to respond. I need to choose my words wisely.

  It is now my turn to take a deep breath. I do so, then I begin to speak. “I was in love with Adrian,” I start, as Drake’s eyes widen. He looks so sad at my admission, like he wanted to be my first and only true love. I close my eyes and take a cleansing breath. As I reopen them and find Drake’s eyes, I continue to speak.

  “I realized shortly after meeting you, what I thought was love for Adrian really wasn’t. It might have been lust, or maybe a deep fondness or affection for him, but whatever it was I felt for him is nothing compared to how I feel about you. You have treated me like shit, but not the entire time. When you open up to me and tell me honestly how you feel, that is when I see the real you, not the asshole that is trying so hard to push me away. It’s in those moments when I truly feel the magnitude of the connection we have. You were absolutely right when you said that we don’t know each other, but it feels like we’ve known each other forever. It has taken me quite a few sleepless nights and a lot of reflection to figure out the only time you are cruel is when you’re filled with fear. I’m not making excuses for your bad behavior. The way you treated me and spoke to me is inexcusable, but I get it. I know you have skeletons in your closet, and I can tell you have worked really hard to regain your father’s trust. It took a while to see that you were afraid of losing me and the life you have rebuilt all at the same time, so you pushed me away. I’ve given you chance after chance because I can’t stand to be apart from you either. It is way too soon for declarations like these, but I’m in love with you too, Drake. You are the man for me. I’m willing to give everything I have to this relationship and fight for you. For us. I promise to be patient with you, but I need you to do your best to try to let me in. I can’t help you exorcise your demons if I don’t know what they are. You have to let those demons go, Drake. There is no time like the present, especially if you are working so hard for a fresh start, and I’d like that fresh start to be with me.”

  My voice cracks and I need to take a minute to gather myself so I’m not an incoherent mess as I continue to speak. I look into Drake’s eyes and see so much pain, but also so much hope. Even though there are tears streaming down his cheeks, and he’s biting his quivering lip, obviously trying not to cry, he has never looked more beautiful to me.

  “I love you, Drake. I could never judge you, as long as you are honest with me. I don’t know what skeletons are in your closet, and I may not understand everything you tell me, but I promise to keep an open mind and love you through everything. Just please try to let me in, because I will do the same for you.”

  Drake exhales the breath I hadn’t realized he was holding. One last tear escapes his eye, and I lean forward and kiss it away. He licks the salty tear from my lips and gives me a quick but powerful kiss and wraps his arms around me. I can feel Drake relax with me in his arms and he whispers softly in my ear, “I’m going to make you so happy, baby, I promise. We have a lot to talk about and figure out, but can I please first take you to bed and make love to you? You have just made me the happiest man on earth, and I just really need to be close to you right now.”

  I unwrap the blanket from our shoulders and stand up from the couch, grabbing Drake by the hand and pulling him up with me. I kiss him sweetly on the cheek then guide him to my bedroom.

  Chapter 11

  Drake

  How in the hell did I get so lucky? The most beautiful woman in the world, the woman that I love, has just told me that she loves me too. Now she is guiding me to her bedroom to make love to me for the first time. I feel like I should be nervous, but I’m actually very calm. This feels so right. She has promised patience as I struggle to open up to her, and let her into my past. I’m fucking terrified at the idea of her knowing my secrets, but I’d do anything to keep her in my life, even if telling her everything is the very thing that sends her running. Now is not the time to dwell, now is time to live in the moment; the moment where our love is shared for the first time together.

  Right before we enter Morgan’s room, I swoop down and ceremoniously pick her up and carry her over the threshold. She giggles and shakes her head as I do. I kiss her sweetly on the forehead and lay her down on her bed. I climb onto her bed, and lean over her with my hands on either side of her head. Slowly, I lower myself down, careful not to crush her with my weight. I’m all lean muscle but I definitely outweigh her tiny sexy frame. I start kissing her behind her ear as I whisper “I love you, Morgan Lane”.

  A small sigh escapes her mouth as I drag my lips over her jawline, then dip my tongue between her parted lips, to explore her mouth. I feel no sense of urgency in our lovemaking. I want to take my sweet time, and appreciate every damn inch of her most beautiful body. I continue exploring her mouth with my tongue. Morgan responds by pulling my top lip into her mouth, nibbling it gently. Oh God, that’s so sexy. Her hands a
re gently massaging up and down my back, occasionally grabbing my ass and pulling me close.

  My lips leave her mouth and plant soft kisses down her neck, and over her chest. I slowly start to slide down her body, opening her towel with my teeth. Another giggle escapes from Morgan, followed by “argh” as I close my mouth over one of her breasts, nibbling on her perfect pink nipple. God, she has perfect tits. I pull the whole thing into my mouth and suck gently as I massage the other.

  “Oh God, Drake,” is all she says as her breathing becomes faster and she begins to pant. I continue to massage her breasts, teasing both of her nipples as I continue my oral appreciation down her belly and over her hips before I trace the folds of her delicious pussy with my tongue.

  “Damn, Morgan, you smell so good,” I say before I dip my tongue inside her, “Oh hell, you taste even better, baby.” I continue to lap my tongue over her, stopping to nibble on her swollen clit.

  “Oh God, Drake!” she repeats as I pick up speed with my tongue. Morgan tastes so sweet, and I can’t get enough, I’m fighting to maintain my control. Morgan starts to shudder and screams my name again as she comes around my mouth. This is by far the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. I continue to lick her sweet pussy as she comes down from her orgasm, shuddering a few more times. Her body has relaxed again, but she is still panting, her hands still gripping the sheets below her. I remove my towel and kiss my way up her body, paying the same attention to her as I did on my way down. Morgan’s hips start to thrust against me and I know she’s ready for round two.

  “I need to be inside you now, Morgan. Are you ready, baby?” Morgan gives me a clumsy smile and nods her head yes. She felt my erection through my pants in the elevator so she knows I’m a well-endowed man. I’ve given her one orgasm already so she’s nice and soft and ready for my girth, but I don’t want to hurt her so I take my time. I massage her opening with the head of my dick for a little while and I see her chest rise and fall as her breath quickens again. She is ready for me. I slide into her tight opening and I shit you not, it feels like I could cry. Morgan is so tight, and so warm, but it’s something else. Being inside her, after telling I love her for the first time, has my heart bursting and my stomach in knots. My girl feels better wrapped around my cock than any other woman I’ve ever been with. I continue to slide in and out as Morgan starts to moan a little louder.