Chapter 8

 

 

 

“Meredith Melissa Kelley,” I read out loud, looking at the photo of Drew’s mother placed in the center of the gray marble headstone. She truly was beautiful. Drew pulled me close with one arm, staring down at the remains of his mother.

“She is beautiful, Drew. How could her mother let that happen to her?”

“She was sick, just like my mom was.”

“Are you sick, Drew?”

Drew snickered, and kissed my forehead. “Probably. Are you?”

I snickered too. “Probably.”

 “I really let her down.”

“Drew, you were a kid.”

“But I grew up. I could have taken her away from there. I could have gotten her away from him.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“She wouldn’t go. She loved him for whatever reason. She always made excuses for him.”

“Would she have loved him had you told her?”

“Come on, we’re not allowed to discuss this, remember?” he reminded me, moving down the line to Michael’s plot. I had a feeling she would have. I guess I was like Drew’s mom in some ways. No other woman in her right mind would love Drew after doing the things he had done. I loved him. I loved him more than anything. Maybe I was sick too, it wasn’t right. I shouldn’t love him.

 I stared down at Michael’s plot, feeling hate, bitterness, and anger at this man, not only for what he did to Drew, but my mother as well. He didn’t have to want me. He had millions. He knew about me. He could have paid her child support and not let me live that way.

“Drew, let’s pee on it,” I blurted after a few moments.

“What? No. You’re crazy.”

“No, I’m not. Come on. Let’s do it,” I pleaded, unbuttoning my dress pants.

“Morgan,” he protested, looking around the empty cemetery. “Stop it. You’re not pissing on Michael’s grave.”

Standing there with my thumbs in my pants, I smiled a sneaky smile and dropped them right in the middle of his grave. Letting it flow he laughed. He had to. It was funny as hell, and exactly what we needed at that moment.

“You’re going to get us arrested.”

“Nobody’s here. Take your dick out and piss on it.”

“You really are crazy.”

“I know. Do it,” I coaxed, standing and pulling up my pants. I turned and smiled at the wet spot, soaking into the dry Nevada ground.

Drew released himself, aiming the straight stream right at the sophisticated face in the middle of the stone. I smiled, seeing the crooked grin on his face while his piss ran down Michael’s face.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I asked, looking up to him.

Drew shook the dribbles from his penis and put it away. “I guess so, but you’re still crazy.”

I knew at that very moment, Drew and I were going to be okay.

***

            “Morgan, you’ve got to take him. I’ve got to be on this call in ten minutes,” Drew urged, walking into the kitchen with a screaming Nicholas.

“I’m trying to cook. Put him in his highchair. I’ll give him some Cheerios,” I countered, turning back to stir my sauce.

That didn’t work. Nicky arched his back and screamed louder. Turning the stove off, I took him from Drew.

“We’re hiring a nanny, this week,” he resolutely informed me, leaving us alone to work.

“We don’t need a nanny, do we, buddy?” I sang, dancing and bouncing a fussy Nicky.

I did everything. I tried to feed him, give him a bottle, a warm bath, rock him, nothing made him happy. His little gums hurt, causing him to be miserable. I finally got him to settle down enough to finish cooking. Thank god he was happier after he’d woken from a short nap. I fed him his favorite sweet potatoes first and then a jar of bananas for desert. Drew was busy locked in his office with Celeste for hours. I didn’t think he was ever going to stop working.

Alicia had already called three times wanting to know what the hell they were doing. I lay across my bed with Nicholas around eight thirty and talked to her on the phone while he took a bottle, played with the remote control, and dozed off. I was still on the phone with Alicia when Drew finally came in, looking exhausted.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Celeste should be on her way, Drew just walked in.”

“He’s asleep? I wanted to see him before he went to bed,” Drew whined.

“Well, stop working a million hours. What have you been doing in there?”

Drew plopped his body half on top of me, kissed my lips and held Nicholas’s little hand. “Selling Chicago,” he replied.

“You sold Chicago? You don’t own Chicago. How can you sell Chicago?”

“Both the stores, silly. And we’re flying to New York to speak with a potential buyer for the Manhattan and Chinatown stores in a few days.”

I tried to sit up, shocked. Drew held me down, not letting me go. “Drew? Are you serious? You’re selling four stores? Why?” I asked, looking up to him.

“I’m selling nine stores. Celeste and I have already got it worked out.”

“But why?” I asked again, not understanding.

“It’s not as important to me anymore. I want be here. Nicky’s going to be one in a few more months. I don’t want to miss it.”

“I can’t believe he’s been here that long already. I can’t imagine not having him in our lives now, and you just called him Nicky.”

“I did not.”

“You so did.”

“Ugh, I did.”

“You want to take him to bed?”

“Yup,” Drew muttered, leaning over, kissing my lips, and lifting Nicholas.

I didn’t even hear Drew walk in from his shower. I was reading, wide eyed, scared shitless when Drew grabbed my book and screamed.

“You ass. Don’t do that,” I cussed, holding my chest to keep my heart from beating out.

Drew laughed. “Why do you read that stuff?”

“I like it, snuggle up to me. I’m scared.”

“What are you scared of?”

“Stewart Martin. He’s killing all the girls on spring break at Daytona Beach.”

“You’re not in Daytona.”

“I’m still scared.”

“Maybe I should get really, really close to you.”

“Yes, you should do that.”

“This close?” Drew asked, moving between my legs.

“Hmmm.”

Drew and I kissed and made out, fondling each other’s naked bodies like a couple of horny teenagers. I loved the way Drew kissed. Drew was the best kisser in the world. I could make out with him all day long.

“Ride me,” Drew moaned, rolling to his back.

No problem. I loved doing that too. The lust in Drew’s eyes when he watched me slide up and down his cock was a major turn on for me. I loved watching the lustful expressions as I slid his hardness in and out of me.

“You’re always so fucking wet,” Drew rasped, watching his rock hard cock, disappearing, in and out of me. “Rub your pussy for me, Morgan.”

Moving my fingers between my legs, I instantly moaned at the quivering response from my clitoris. I wanted to come. My pussy wanted to come.

“Don’t come.”

Well, shit.

“Ugh, why do you do that?”

“I like to make you wait. Put it in your mouth, taste your pussy on my cock.”

“You taste my pussy,” I countered, liking the sound of that better than me tasting it.

“You can either move down, put it in your mouth, or I can flip you over and fuck your mouth. It’s your call.”

“Hmmm?” I teased, pretending to think about it.

“Too late,” Drew directed, flipping me off and coming to his feet beside the bed. Drew slid me to the edge so my head was just over the bed and moved his cock between my lips. Holy fucking hotness. I loved it when he did that. I loved seeing his rock hard body above me, forcing his dick in and out, to the back of my throat.

I moaned when Drew pulled my legs up and circled my throbbing clit, massaging my essences from the back to the front. Jesus, I needed to come, I was going to come.

“Keep sucking me,” Drew said, trying to move his head back into my mouth.

“I can’t. I can’t come when you’re in my mouth. Oh, Drew. Right there. Hmmm. Yes, yes, yes, I moaned, thrashing my head back and forth, coming at the hands of his tantalizing fingers, doing all the right things.

“I get to spank you now,” Drew boasted.

I flipped to my stomach giving him full access to my bare ass. Drew stayed above me, feet planted on the floor and slapped my ass, hard. I moaned when he rubbed away the sting, sliding his fingers between my pussy lips.

“You like it when I spank you, don’t you, Morgan?”

“Yes,” I agreed, taking another blow to my already hot skin.

This kind of foreplay drove me insane. Drew spanked me, fucked me from behind, teased my pussy with a purple vibrator, fucked me with my legs over my head, did crazy things with his mouth, fucked me with his finger, causing three quick squirts and a mess on my side of the bed, and finally finished. Drew dropped my legs, looked deep into my eyes and slowly, made love to me, bringing home the finale.

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing me softly between each word.

“I love you, too,” I replied, mimicking his moves and kissing him the way he had me, soft sweet kisses between each word.

“I’m about to plant my seed inside of you.”

“As long as we don’t grow another little Nicky, go ahead.”

“I wouldn’t mind another little Nicky.”

“You said it again.”

“Damn you. I did.”

“Drew.”

“Hmmm?”

“Ahhhhh,” I moaned, feeling the surge of the unexpected orgasm creep up. Drew followed, thrusting deep inside me, intensifying my own orgasm.

***

 

“I hate Thursdays. You do know that don’t you?” Drew whined, pulling into the parking spot at Deidra’s office. I ignored the comment. He whined about it every Thursday.

Deidra didn’t waste any time. She moved right in where we’d left off the week before.

“When was the last time Michael touched you?” she boldly asked.

“I don’t know. Nineteen, I guess, but I mostly just messed around with Valerie.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

Drew once again walked to the window. “Valerie was around a lot. I guess I was maybe seventeen the first time I’d touched her.” Drew laughed and shook his head. “You have anything to drink here?” he asked Deidra.

“Yes, what would you like, caffeine or alcohol?”

“Alcohol.”

Deidra poured Drew a glass of vodka.

He swallowed a nice gulp and shuttered as it burned going down. “My mother had gone out of town for a fashion show. I was sitting in Michael’s office going over some numbers when he came in to get me, stating, ‘Come on, we’re going to play tonight.’ And he showed me a wicked smile. I was instantly panicked, thinking the worse. I was afraid Michael was going to expect me to do more. He was expecting me to do more, just not with him. Valerie was fucking beautiful, the kind of woman men pay big money for,” Drew explained.

I shifted on the sofa, uncomfortable about him calling someone else beautiful.

“I always knew Michael entertained Valerie. She was there every time her husband left town. Michael thought it was time I learn how to handle a woman. Valerie was the first woman I ever spanked,” Drew remembered, swishing his drink in a circle.

I looked at Deidra, feeling the crimson in my face. Did he just admit to spanking me? Did I just divulge it by my embarrassed cheeks?

“I did all kinds of things to Valerie that night. I tasted her pussy with the direction of Michael, telling me everything to do, spanked her, stuck my dick in her mouth, and then fucked her for five seconds. That’s how long I lasted. I’m not sure I even made it two strokes before I shot my load. I wanted my mother to be out of town after that night. When my mother was away, Valerie came to play,” Drew explained in great detail.

I may be the one, needing an intervention that night. I hated listening to him talk about what he did to this woman. I knew this woman. I knew exactly who she was, and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. She’d been at many of the same functions that I was forced to attend with Drew. There was even one night that I was sure he’d taken her someplace and fucked her. Drew told me to stand right by the drink table, smile, and look pretty until he got back. I watched him follow her from the room. I had forgotten all about that night until he had to go and tell me how much he loved fucking her. I was sitting there fuming, sure I couldn’t be any angrier. I was wrong about that too.

“About a year after that, I met Skyler at an auction. She was the most desirable woman I’d ever seen in my life. Her coiffed, blonde hair was soft and flowed like waves in the ocean. Her eyes, I swear were brighter than blue diamonds.”

“Okay, Drew. We get it, we don’t need a poem about how beautiful Skyler’s hair and eyes are.” I assured him, crossing my arms in a pout. I got the look from Deidra that I was quickly learning meant to shut up.

Drew smiled at me with a wink before continuing, “Skyler and I rapidly became an item. Her parents loved me, her mother was determined that she and I would marry. When I wasn’t working, I was with Skyler. She’s how I met Derik. She and Jena were friends.”

“Wait. Jena was Skyler’s friend?” I interrupted again. She’d pretended to be my friend for many years.

“Yes, why?”

“Drew, how long were you and Skyler an item after we got married?” I was pissed. I didn’t care what Deidra said. I wanted answers.

“Morgan, you know things weren’t like that with us then. You can’t get mad at me for that now.”

“Oh, just like you can’t get mad at me when I have to talk about Dawson, right? Would you like to hear about my sex life with Dawson?” I smartly asked Deidra.

“No. I want you to sit there and listen without talking. I was afraid this was eventually going to happen. You’re the one that insisted on couples therapy, Morgan. I told you it may be better if Drew and I worked alone for a while, remember? You said, no, you wanted to hear it and you could handle it. Do you want to stop?” Deidra asked.

“No,” I pouted, purposely not looking at my cheating ass husband.

And that is how the entire hour was spent. I got to listen to how my husband was head over heels in love with Skyler, how he fucked Valerie on the side because Skyler really wasn’t into the same things that Valerie was. She was more of a pillow princess; lay there and let Drew do the work in the most refined way possible. Nonetheless, Drew was in love with her. Drew was in love with her while I was being kept at his house.

I’m not sure why that hurt or bothered me so much, but it did. It was dumb. I hated Drew then. I could have easily pissed on his grave as well back then. It wasn’t like we were in love or anything. I guess just thinking about him being in love with her and using me for his sick, twisted sex needs pissed me off.