Chapter 34

 

Jumping from my distant thoughts, Drew wrapped his arms around me. “You okay?”

“Yes. You scared me.” I leaned into him.

“What are you thinking about?” Drew asked, turning me away from the window to look at him.

“Nothing, really,” I lied. I couldn’t tell him what I was thinking about. I knew he thought I was staring out the window, reflecting on our appointment with Deidra. I guess I was doing that too, but what I was really thinking about was Alicia. I wanted to know how things went with our little accomplice. Did he agree? Did we offer enough money? Maybe he called the cops and had her arrested. Maybe she was in jail for extortion or something. No. No. Stop it, Morgan. She’s not in jail. Celeste would have called Drew.

“Morgan, we’re going to be okay. I promise,” Drew said, pulling me tight to his chest and kissing the top of my head.

“I believe that,” I offered. I did believe that.  I couldn’t imagine not having Drew in my life. Drew and I stood in front of the window, kissing, losing ourselves in each other’s touch. Drew felt too right to be wrong. I did belong with him, and we would conquer this tempest. I knew we would. We had to.

“You’ve got a birthday in two days. I’m going to give you the best year of your life,” Drew promised. I didn’t believe that. I believed that we would be okay, our okay. I wasn’t that naive. I could have easily told him I’d heard it all before. I wanted to believe him. I couldn’t, and I didn’t believe the empty promise. He’d hit me again. I was sure of it. Eventually he’d change, over time, but I was sure it wasn’t going to be in a year. It took him a lot longer than a year to get this way, I was sure it was going to take longer to weaken the monster inside him.

“Do you think spanking you is abuse?” Drew whispered hot kisses to my neck and chest.

“God, no, and stop saying that word. I hate it.”

“Does that mean I can lay you over my lap and paint your ass with my hand print?”

“That means I want you to do that.” I moaned, slanting my head, allowing better access to my neck.

“What do you want?”

“What do you mean? I just told you what I wanted.”

“No, I mean, what do you want. Tell me what you want me to do. I don’t want to control you.”

“Drew, you can control me in bed. I love that about you.”

“How do you know? You’ve never told me what you like. Tell me what you like and what you don’t like, besides the prod. I know you hate that thing.” He smiled, pulling me to the bed with him.

“Actually, I don’t hate that anymore. I hated it when you used it on me and didn’t let me come. That was torture. Now it just intensifies it when I do come.”

“You like it?” Drew asked, hopeful.

“Yes. I know, I’m as screwed up as you are.”

“And I made you that way.”

“You didn’t, Drew. I think Deidra is right. That started way before you.”

“But things could have been so much different. I could have made things better for you.”

“But you didn’t, and that is in the past. We’re done with that. Remember what Deidra said? We’ve hashed all that out. Everything’s on the table. Now it’s time to leave it there and move forward. Let’s make them better now, Drew. You can’t keep staring at that door. It’s closed now. You’re never going to see the door that’s been opened for us if you keep staring at the closed one. Can we stop being serious for a little bit?” I asked, ruffling Drew’s hair.

“Yes, you were about to tell me what you like that I do.”

“I’m too embarrassed to tell you that.”

“What?”

“You’ll think I’m a pervert or something,” I confessed.

Drew flipped me over, towering over me on the bed. “I already think that. Tell me.”

“It’s something that drives me crazy.”

“Does it make you wet?” Drew teased, running his hand up my bare leg and underneath my nightgown.

“What do you think?” I asked, cocking my leg for him.

“Tell me,” Drew rasped, massaging my liquids through my slit, right to my aching clitoris.

“I love to watch you stroke yourself,” I confessed. It was probably one of many things that turned me on about Drew.

“Take your clothes off,” Drew ordered, standing. He removed his dress shirt and slacks, taking his already erect cock in his hands.

Coming back to me at the foot of the bed, Drew positioned himself between my legs, stroking long drawn out strokes up and down his shaft.

HOLY DELIRIOUS VAGINA!

This was hot. This was so fucking hot. I couldn’t take it. Drew stroked himself between my legs, letting the head of his cock rub with just the right amount of friction. I was going to come. That quick, I was going to come.

I knew I was ready, I didn’t know Drew was. As soon as I called out, grasping the covers in two fists, I opened my eyes, feeling his warm liquids merge with my quivering sex. Watching Drew spew out, massaging his come into my slit, up and down, was electrifying, sensational.

“Damn it, Morgan. I didn’t want to do that,” he complained, sliding inside of me. I didn’t want him to do that yet either. Feeling him easily slide in me left me wanting more.  “Give me a little bit, and I will make it up to you.”

Drew did that too. I snuggled close in his arms and we watched reality television. I heard Drew snicker a couple times but was too preoccupied to pay attention to the dumb show. I wanted to call Alicia. It was driving me crazy to no end. Drew helped with that once he was able to perform again. I helped with his ability by lying across is lap and letting him spank me while he continued to watch television. By the time he finally finished, I was going crazy wanting him inside me.

“Come up here and sit on my cock,” he prompted.

Gladly.

Drew held my hips, watching his hardness disappear inside me. I was doing just fine until he made me go faster. That was it. I was falling. Of course Drew didn’t let it be that easy. He flipped over, positioned my hips where he wanted them with just a slight elevation and inserted two very deep fingers.

“Drew, no, don’t do that,” I begged, feeling the gentle pressure on my G-spot. I hated when he did that. He shushed me, continuing to do what he wanted to do.

“Drew—hmmm, fuck,” I moaned, feeling the inevitable.

“Yes, baby, come for me,” he mumbled, adding friction to my already overzealous clit. That was it. I was spent, releasing warm come to his hand which he massaged back right to my pucker before entering. I came again with Drew in my ass and his fingers dancing on my nub.

“You’re sleeping in the wet spot,” I threatened, dropping to the bed in a pant with Drew, dropping with me.

“I don’t mind. I love it when you wet the bed.”

“Oh, my god, stop it, you can’t talk about it.”

Drew laughed, kissing the back of my shoulder. “I love it.”

***

“Promise me you’re going to be back here by seven,” Drew requested. What the hell? Deidra said he wasn’t supposed to do that.

“I should be,” I retorted, annoyed. Did he think just because he made the time clear up to seven, I was going to be okay with it? It was normally five. I knew his thought process; he was giving me enough time. It was only four thirty.

“No, not should be. I need you back here by seven. We have someone coming for dinner tonight. Make sure you’re home.”

I breathed a deep breath. I hated entertaining his rich clients, especially the women that thought they were holier than thou. “Okay, take care of my little man; I’ll see you after bit.”

“Marta is taking him for a walk.”

“Don’t you think it’s too hot for that?” I asked. I didn’t want her to take him for a walk. I liked doing that in the evenings or early mornings. That was our thing. Oh, lord. I had PMS. I didn’t care that Marta took him for a walk. “Never mind, it’s fine. I’ll see you later.”

***

“That has literally been the longest ten years of my life,” I complained, meeting Alicia at the entrance of the library. It really did feel like ten years.

“Mine too,” she agreed, nodding towards a bench in the somewhat shade. “Celeste is suspicious. She would kill me if she knew what you were up to and I was helping you. I still think this is a bad idea, and you should let it go.”

“Don’t tell Celeste anything, I already know what you think, and… Tell me already,” I pleaded. I couldn’t take it a second longer.

“He’ll do it.”

“He’ll do it?” I exclaimed. Adrenaline instantly pumped through my veins. I didn’t know whether to be happy or disappointed. My mystery novels suddenly became real. “What did he say? What did you say? How much? Is he agreeing to the makeover?”

“Geesh, Morgan, breathe. I propositioned him with five grand, he came back with ten.”

“Is that a lot? How much do you pay people to do something like this?”

“I don’t know, but I agreed to the ten. Guess how much I got for the necklace?”

“More than ten I hope.”

“Twenty three thousand, what do you want me to do with the rest?”

“Keep it. I can’t take it home.”

“And you think I can just take thirteen thousand dollars home?”

“True. Okay, we’ll donate it or something. What’s the plan?”

“You’re going to need Drew’s driver’s license and his social security number. I gave Clay a picture of Drew from Vincent’s birthday party. He’s going to get his hair cut the same. We have to meet him in an hour to buy a suit. I didn’t want him going in there in some cheap, ugly suit. You know the respect thing,” Alicia added.

I grinned, thinking about Celeste, preaching that. Drew thought like that too. You had to dress the part you played. It made sense though. If this guy went in there with jeans, he’d be questioned for sure. “Clay?”

“Yeah, that’s his name. I didn’t ask a last name. I figured it was best for all parties involved not to know.”

“Yeah, but remember Mark Fortune? That backfired on him.”

“Morgan, this isn’t The Gray Train. This is real life. We could send this guy to jail.”

Reasoning wasn’t part of my ability at the time. I was too close to turn back now. There was something in that box that Drew didn’t want me to know about and I was going to find out.

We ate lunch and then met Clay at Paris Graham. That was the only place I knew of to buy men’s suits. I loved going in there with Drew and watching him be fitted for one. I wasn’t worried a bit when Clay called Alicia, telling her he was running late and couldn’t make it until six. I kind of wanted to defy Drew. I already knew what I was going to say if he did get touchy. Call it a test. My birthday was in one day and I would remind him of his words the night before.

“Morgan, we have to go. We have to be at your house for dinner.”

“They don’t need us and you know it. We’re just going to sit there and roll our eyes at each other. They can make a business deal without us there. We have to do this now. I may not be able to get out of the house again until next week.”

“Then you go home. I will stay and take care of Clay.”

“Alicia. What is your problem? If you need to go, go.”

“I am not leaving you here. Drew and Celeste both would kill me.”

By the time Clay finally got there, Alicia was really pissing me off. I knew what she was worried about, why she was so insistent on getting me home. It was none of her business. If Drew hit me, it was on him, not her. She didn’t come out and say that’s what she was all worried about, I could just tell. She needed to mind her own business.

Yup, definitely PMS.

This was so going to work. Clay wasn’t an exact replica, but I’ve seen Drew’s license. He could pass for sure.

“Yes, we’re on our way,” Alicia lied to Celeste. We weren’t leaving until I saw that Clay could pass as Drew. I ignored Drew’s call, responding with a text that we’d be there soon.

 “That’s it,” I decided after the third suit.

“Great. Let’s go!” Alicia insisted, essentially dragging me out of there.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?” Drew yelled in a whisper when I decided I should probably answer. His quiet tone told me that our company had arrived.

“Sorry, we lost track of time. We’re on our way now.”

“I can’t believe you did this, Morgan,” Drew accused. I smiled. He was pissed. What the hell? I almost felt relieved that he was angry, like he’d gone too long without being the Drew I was used to, like I needed him to. Deidra was right. I did need the drama. I felt rejected without it.

“Celeste is going to be so pissed at me. Look how we’re dressed? This is entirely your fault. What is our story? Why are we so late?” she pressed in an angry tone.

“We’re sticking with our original story. We were at the art museum and lost track of time, stop being so dramatic. Jesus, Alicia. What is your deal?” This wasn’t PMS. Alicia was pissing me off. She was a nervous wreck. What the hell?

I figured out real fast. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fucking hell. “Alicia?” I questioned, seeing the cars.

“Drew did this. This is supposed to be your surprise birthday party. I am so dead.”

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”

“It was a surprise. Both Celeste and Drew forbade me to say one word. I didn’t know you were going to make us this late.”

“Shit, Alicia,” I blurted, seeing my husband waiting outside for me. He was beyond pissed.

“One time, Morgan. Just once, I spend months doing everything I can to put this together and you do this. Was the art more important?”

“Drew, I had no idea. How could I know?”

“Come on. You have a whole house full of people, waiting for you to appear at your party.

Drew led me to the formal dining room by my elbow. Thank god, I had worn decent clothing and was having a good hair day. That’s what I was thinking as we walked towards my surprise party.

My heart sank when I opened the door. Speechless, I looked to Drew, sporting a genuine smile. My mother reached for me with one arm while the other one hung over…Oh, my god. I couldn’t believe it.

“Justin?” I cried. This wasn’t real. My baby brother, it was him, it was truly him.

“You look just like I remember you,” he spoke with a deep man voice. He was so handsome. How did this happen? Drew did this? Justin wrapped his arms around me and I held him so tight and cried. I cried uncontrollably. My little Justin was here in my house. I think I cried for ten minutes before I could catch my breath and let him go.

“Are you kidding me?!?” I yelled when I let him go, catching Rebecca out of the corner of my eye. 

Running to her, we embraced. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you,” she confessed. “But, seriously, we need to talk. You and Drew are together? I didn’t know what to think when he showed up at my house, begging me to come here.”

I held her hand, smiling at my mom covering her mouth, trying to keep it together. She was happy. I was happy, Justin was happy, and Drew was happy. He wasn’t wearing an angry look anymore. He really outdid himself, and I ruined it for him.

I’m not sure I have ever had a happier day in my entire life. No, I was sure that I hadn’t. Nicky absolutely loved his uncle Justin. I loved Justin’s mother and father, and for the first time since he was taken from me, I was happy that they had adopted him. They loved him so much and it showed. I think my mother was even happy about how things had turned out.

I spent a considerate amount of time explaining everything to Rebecca. She couldn’t believe that I was there with Drew and we had a baby together. She showed me pictures of her little girl. She was adorable and named after me. I loved her and couldn’t wait to meet her.

I talked, laughed, and cried with my little brother. He was quite the athlete, played the drums in his high school marching band. He wanted to be an architect and either design modern skyscrapers or super structure bridges. I told him he could do both.