“Let’s sing Jingle Bells, maybe that’ll get them in the giving spirit,” I suggested, ringing the bell to the by passers.
“I can’t sing. I have a better idea. Let’s kiss.”
I laughed and rang the bell more. “Merry Christmas,” I said to a lady dropping change to the bottom of our little red bucket, hanging from the tripod. “I’ll make you a deal, Mr. Kelley. You sing Jingle Bells with me and if that doesn’t work to get more people in the giving spirit, we’ll try your idea.”
“I’ll sing whatever you want if I get to kiss you, Mrs. Kelley.”
We got to the second chorus with no money when Drew started singing louder, making up his own words to the familiar tune. He sang loud, letting the people passing by know he was going to kiss his wife. He actually got a crowd and a red-faced wife. People gathered to watch my dumb husband promise them all a kiss. They even hooted and whistled at the romantic display of public affection. And we got a lot more money.
I had a good day with Drew that day and a good evening.
On Friday night, Drew left me to do his guy thing at the barn. I talked to Alicia on the phone and then Carlie. She was really going to do it. I was so proud of her for stepping up and wanting a better life for her and Carol. She could live there as long as she wanted if it helped her finish school. My next plan was to get her reunited with her family.
I was actually surprised when Drew was home at a decent time. The boys and I were laying in front of the floor working a snowman puzzle. Drew removed his shoes and laid on his stomach beside them to help. Tadpole jumped on his back and Nicholas explained that he had to do the straight sides first and then they could do the middle. He was getting whiny, complaining when Drew or I placed a piece in the middle, but yet he did it himself.
“Drew, can I go through your phone?” I blurted for no apparent reason. I wasn’t even thinking that. What the fuck. Where did that come from?
“Ohh, I thought for sure that one was going to fit,” Drew yelled when the piece didn’t fit. He never even looked at me. He just rolled a little and fetched it out of his jean pockets. He handed it right over. Not one word.
I swiped my finger over it, feeling like I was about to do something bad, like it was a trap and I was going to get into trouble. I went to his pictures first. Pictures of his family. Selfies of him and me, funny photos of the boys, photos of the snow, photos of the house, and more of the boys and me. Drew truly loved his family. He may be an ass sometimes, well, a lot of the times, but there was never any doubt about the love he had for me and these boys.
“Here, go to my messages. The one from Dundee Realty.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Just do it. But don’t hate me. I couldn’t help myself.”
“If you bought another house without telling me, I’m seriously going to be bury you in the back yard.”
“I want to be buried in the back yard wif daddy too,” Tadpole decided.
“If you don’t stop stepping on my fingers you’re going to be,” I teased pinching his belly.
“And what if I didn’t buy a house?” Drew asked at the exact same moment I read the message.
“You didn’t pay for my house?” I asked, reading the thank you for your time, but…message.
“No, I couldn’t do it. Do you hate me?”
“No, I don’t hate you. I’m glad you didn’t, but did you have a plan for when Christmas was over and I told you I was going?”
“No, and I didn’t have a plan when you told me you wanted to go look inside, either. But I did stop by and put the real estate sign back in the yard.”
“You’re a horrible, horrible man.”
“But you love me.”
That I did. And for the first time in a very long time, I thought Drew and I might be okay after all.
Saturday was a blast. I chose a black party dress for the Christmas party and Drew and my little guys wore black suits with red Christmas ties. We were the best-looking family on the planet and I loved us as a family. Even though I would have been furious with Drew a few days before, I was happy he didn’t pay for my house. I wanted this. I wanted to be right here with my family, with Drew.
The party was so much fun. The food was amazing, and the company we kept was awesome. I loved Nicole and Stacy to death. The three of us stood off to the side looking like a million bucks and gossiped while the men and kids mingled.
“You guys look happy,” Nicole accused, bumping my arm with her shoulder.
“We’re okay. Did you know he didn’t pay for the house?”
“I have to go find John,” Nicole announced, trying to escape. I grabbed her arm and called her a traitor.
“Have you talked to Carlie? I’ve tried to reach her all day. She said she was coming,” I asked, looking to the door for the fifteenth time. Where the hell was she?
“Not since yesterday. She said she was bringing Carol and coming, I don’t know. Tell me what’s going on with you two. You didn’t tell me he looked that good in a suit. He’s a little sexy,” Nicole said.
“Yeah, he is, but I still like him better in jeans and basketball shorts,” I confessed.
“Or naked,” Stacy laughed.
“No, not naked. I can’t remember the last time we did that,” I declared.
“Why?” both my friends asked at the exact same moment.
“I don’t know. I’m still sleeping downstairs or with one of the boys.”
They spoke in unison again. “Why?”
“We’ve kissed and made out, but I chicken out every time it gets to that point. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It’s like I’m a virgin afraid of losing my purity again or something,” I explained.
“Or you’re holding on to something you shouldn’t be holding on to?” Nicole accused.
“Like what? I can’t think of anything. It’s frustrating. Shut up. Here he comes.”
“Here who comes?” Drew asked with a smile.
“You, we were just talking about sex,” Stacy offered. Great. Like I needed another Alicia in my life.
“Is that so? I’m just going to leave that one alone and take my wife to the middle of the floor for a dance,” Drew countered with a cute as hell smile.
“Thank you,” I said, falling into his arms.
“Tell me what you were talking about.”
“I wasn’t talking about anything, it was them.”
“You’re lying. Tell me, or I’m going to break out in one hell of a tango and you’re going to follow.”
“Yeah, right. We haven’t danced like that in years. We probably forgot how,” I reminded him about the fact that we hadn’t danced since before Calloway passed away.
“You didn’t forget. I saw you dancing with Tadpole and Nicky the other day in the hall.”
“You saw that, huh?” I asked, smiling up to him. Drew kissed the tip of my nose and spun me around once.
“I did. The heels with boy shorts was pretty sexy.”
“You could have said something. I gave you a full show.”
“You did and I loved it. So did my Tad. He’s going to take after me,” Drew said, spinning me and circling his hips into my ass.
I turned back around and looked at the smiling faces of my two conniving friends. “Drew, stop. This is a family thing.”
Drew didn’t care. “How about something with a little beat?” he called to the DJ on the stage that wasn’t there the day before. Drew was turning into quite the handyman. He even fixed a dripping sink thanks to YouTube. He was just too proud to call Solomon. It was fine, though. Tadpole helped.
“Drew, no. What are you doing?” I protested when he grabbed me around the waist again. “I’m serious, stop.”
“You’re a beautiful dancer. Come on, let’s show them where we came from,” Drew teased while we waited for the song to end and another one to start. Nicole was the troublemaker that started the circle. Oh my god. I was going to die of embarrassment.
“I’m not a dancer. I don’t dan
ce.”
“You’ve been dancing since you were eighteen. You’re a liar.”
“Drew, please don’t make me do this. And I didn’t have a choice. You made me. Remember Jaymes? Remember when he taught me how to dance?” I asked, trying my best to ruin whatever the hell he thought he was doing in front of all these people.
“Stop. We’re not talking about that night or any other night. We’re talking about this one. Are you ready?” Drew asked, holding my arm around my waist, ready to spin me into a dance we’d learned years ago. There was no way we were going to pull this off in one piece. I begged one last time before the music changed.
“I’ll do anything you want, Drew, but not this.”
“Have I told you how beautiful you are tonight?” Drew whispered in my hair. I could feel his smile and I was so happy that he was happy, but I did not want to do this.
“Have I told you how much I hate you?” And there it was. The bump from his hips into mine. Drew and I were in full-blown tango mode to “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree.” I tried my best to ignore the crowd, clapping and dancing, egging us on. The smile never left either of our faces. We both messed up a couple times, but nobody cared. It was fun and I was happy.
Drew pulled me into his arms when the song ended. “Silent Night” faded in from the stage and my arms went around Drew’s neck. I knew the kiss was meant to be soft, sweet, and quick. I meant for that to happen, too. I parted Drew’s lips with my tongue and he responded. Although the dance floor filled with other couples, Drew and I were the only two people in the room for moment. Emotions were high while we swayed, surrendering ourselves to each other.
“Want me to keep the boys tonight?” Nicole asked, swaying her husband closer to us. Our moment was halted and I smiled over at her. No. I didn’t want anyone to keep my boys, but I may not have minded taking care of their daddy in a bathroom stall or something.
“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 bec
ame.
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.
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