I return to the hotel in a daze and start packing up my stuff. I’m supposed to stay another couple of days and take in some sights, but all I want to do is run back home. Like a zombie, I check out of the hotel, and take a taxi to the airport. In the plane, I attempt to sleep, but it feels as though something has shifted deep inside of me.

Even when I get back to my hometown and start the long, familiar drive back to my parents’ house, I can’t stop thinking about my shameless behavior while I was out of town. I squirm against the leather seat of the car as I remember my behavior in the locker room. I still can’t believe I did that. Who’d have thought I could be such a brazen hussy?

No one held a gun to my head. I could have just walked away. Instead, I did every dirty thing he told me to.

After all these years of waiting for that special guy to punch my V-card, I feel more than a little stupid to realize just how much I enjoyed mindless lust with a guy who is indisputably an asshole, and how badly I still want to go all the way with him.

To think I rubbed myself on his hard-on!

That’s basically half a step away from truly hooking up. Heck, if I’d stayed there for one second longer, I wouldn’t have been able to restrain myself. I would have let him take my virginity right there and then in a men’s locker room! Thank God, some sense of self-preservation kicked in and I fled before I could completely humiliate myself.

I’m completely clueless, I mean, I’ve made out with boys before, and I’ve listened to my girlfriends going on about the stuff they’ve done with their boyfriends, but I’ve never felt this kind of desire for anyone before.

His cock felt good against my pussy and made me wonder how it would feel buried deep inside of me. I wanted to be on my knees with his cock in my mouth. I wanted to see his face when he came. I wanted to do everything with him. Even thinking about it now is turning me on.

Maybe I’ve been overthinking it this whole time. Instead of waiting for that one special guy I should settle for someone who turns me on beyond all belief? Maybe, I should have just let Drake push me down on his cock. Just get it over with.

I force myself to stop obsessing about sex, and Drake, and sex with Drake, and turn my thoughts instead to whether Drake will come to see my stepmom. I really hope he fulfills his end of the bargain and calls her. After he speaks to her and hears just how weak and frail she is I pray that either his kindness, or his curiosity gets the better of him, and he comes out to see her.

My heart starts to ache when I think about my stepmom.

When I was three years old my biological mother ran away with another man. A year later Dad met Morgan and married her, but that same year Dad had to have an operation which also meant he couldn’t have any more kids. So, Morgan poured all her love into me. I can, hand on heart, say, no biological mother could have cared for their child with more dedication and love than Morgan did.

I adore her with every fiber of my being, fiercely and endlessly. I will do anything I can to make any wish she has come true before she leaves this earth, but she has never asked me for anything. She smiles bravely and never complains.

The only time I have ever seen her cry is when she was telling me how much she would love to see her son again. She wanted to explain everything so he would not think that she just gave him away. She wanted him to know that she never forgot him or stopped crying for him. Even though it is not her fault, deep down inside, she has carried the guilty feeling that she failed him as a mother.

The real problem is Drake didn’t even seem to know he was adopted. He was shocked when I told him, then very skeptical about the whole thing. As if I’d made it all up. Obviously, his parents never told him he was adopted.

I pull up to the house and take a deep breath. Okay, Reese, put everything that’s happened while you were away out of your head. That was just a temporary madness. This is real life.

Morgan can usually see through me no matter how clever I think I’m being, and if she even got a tiny hint of what I’ve done to get Drake to take our address, she’ll never forgive herself for putting me in such a position. So, I carefully arrange my face into a neutral expression before I get out of the car and head to the front door. To my surprise, my Dad pulls the door open before I can even get my key into it.

“Reese!” he exclaims, stepping aside so I can enter the house. “I thought you were going to be another two days?”

“I missed you too much, Dad.” I spread my hands in a dramatic gesture, and he rolls his eyes at me playfully. Then, he nods towards the living room, “Morgan’s in there,” He grins, excitement flashing in his eyes. “And she’s got some amazing news.”

“Oh yeah?” I ask, opening the door to the room. My stepmom is sitting on the couch, a book in her hand, and a blanket thrown over her knees. If one didn’t know better, one would never guess how very ill she is.

“Hello, my pumpkin!” she cries happily and holds her hands out to me.

I go over to give her a hug. As her arms close around me, I inhale her familiar scent with a bittersweet joy. I can’t even begin to imagine life without her.

I sit down on the couch next to her. “So, what’s this big news?”

She meets my gaze with a smile on her face, and I know without having to ask what she is going to tell me. He must have called almost as soon as I’d left. I assumed he was going to take at least a few days to consider the proposition before he decided either way. Turns out he’s a lot more enthusiastic than I thought. Is that about me? Or about his mom? Even before she can get the words out I can already feel my scalp prickling with tension. I brace myself to react to her news in the way that would be considered normal.

“You did it, Reese.” She clasps her hands together. “Drake called me, and he said yes, he wants to meet, Reese! He wants to meet his mom. I’m so happy my hands are shaking.”

“That wonderful, Morgan.” I lean forward excitedly. “When?”

“Tomorrow!” She spreads her palms and I can see that they are shaking. “I can’t believe I’ll be meeting him after all these years.” She gives a high laugh of excitement. This has been a decades-long dream. Two big teardrops roll down her face and she swipes them away roughly. She never did like to be caught crying. “And I can’t believe that my two kids have been in the same room together already. It’s just mad. Completely mad.”

She has no idea what her two “kids” have been up to. “I’m so happy for you, Morgan.”

She beams happily. “You must have made quite the impression on him.”

“I guess so,” I say, averting my eyes for a moment. She pauses and examines me carefully. Shit, she can always tell when I’m hiding something.

“Is everything okay, Reese?” she asks gently.

I nod at once. I don’t want the pure joy and happiness of her finding the son she’s been longing for all these years, to be sullied by the truth of what really happened between him and me. What matters is that he’s coming to visit her, and he’s gone above and beyond his end of the bargain. A part of me wonders if he’s expecting to finish what we started. I push the thought from my head at once and take her hand.

“Everything is just fine,” I assure her. “I’m just glad that it worked out for you and him.”

“You did get along with him, didn’t you?” she asks anxiously.

I flush. “Of course, I did. He’s a nice guy.”

Her eyes widen like a child’s. “Tell me more,” she demands eagerly. “What should I expect?”

I can’t exactly mention that he’s going to be the star of all my wet dreams from now on, or how close I came to losing my virginity to him. I take a deep breath and try to think of the most diplomatic way to phrase it.

“I’d say he’s a very confident guy,” I nod. “I think you’ll really like him.”

Her eyes shine brightly. “Yeah? You think so?”

“Absolutely.” And that wasn’t a lie either. Not many people would fail to be impressed by Drake’s stunning good looks or his magnetic charm and personality.

“And he didn’t seem bitter about me?”

I frown. “Actually, I got the feeling he didn’t know about you at all.”

Her eyes widen with shock. “His father didn’t tell him?”

I shake my head. “I thought he was going to fall over backward when I told him.”

“Oh.” She gnaws at her lower lip worriedly.

“Why did you never contact him before?” I ask. I’ve been so determined to fulfill her fantasy for her I’ve never taken the time to ask any questions before I left.

“I didn’t think he would want to see me. He was part of a fine, wealthy family. I thought he might be ashamed of me. I was just a maid, Reese. I didn’t want to embarrass him. Even now, I won’t make this information public. I just want to see him before I… go.”

I feel so sorry for her I could sob, but I put on a brave face and say brightly, “Well, it’s worked out for the best. You can tell him everything when he comes to see you.”

All the excitement of the day is beginning to wear her out and her lower lip trembles slightly.

“Don’t tire yourself out now. Go on, lie back and rest a little.”

Like a little child, she obeys me. She rests her head back on the couch and looks up at me with shining eyes. God, how I love this woman. I squeeze her hand and get to my feet before I start bawling uncontrollably.

“I need to go unpack the car and bring everything in. I want to give Dad a hand with making dinner,” I say. My voice is hoarse with emotion. I try to slip my hand out of hers, but she tightens her hold.

“Thank you, Reese. Thank you for what you did. I don’t know what I have done to deserve you and your father, but I give thanks to the good Lord every day for the two of you.”

Even though I didn’t want to cry, my eyes fill with tears. I swallow hard. This is what I mean about Morgan. After all the countless, selfless acts she has done for me throughout my life, she behaves as if this one thing I did for her is more important than everything she has ever done for me.

“It is I who should be thanking God, for putting you in my life,” I say sadly.

“We are both lucky, then,” she whispers.

I kiss her and leave the room. As I carry my luggage up the stairs, I wonder what Drake’s visit will bring. I have no idea what to expect next.

My intentions were honest when I first walked into that locker room, but now, as I dump my bags on my bedroom floor, they are all muddled with lust, passion, and the desire to see him again. I have a feeling that he isn’t done with me yet. I know I’m not done with him. I want him.

I fall back onto my bed with a sigh. Sure, I know that he was using me to get what he wanted, but I’m hooked on him and craving for more. The only thing I want to do now is lock my bedroom door, slip my fingers into my panties, and spend a good hour alone with my memories of Drake Kelly and his massive cock.