Chapter 4

 

 

 

Drew refused to visit the beach house, using the excuse that he had too much to do. He could have done it there. He didn’t want to see my mother. He was carrying a lot of animosity towards her after the last few sessions with Deidra. He was forced to listen to things he had no clue about. He didn’t like it, nor did he like the fact that my mother was a barroom slut and left me to take care of her baby.

“Drew, you know how I lived. You’ve been to my mother’s a dozen times. Why now? Why does this bother you now?”

“Because I can’t imagine anyone, letting their children be brought into a situation like that. Why would she even have kids if she wasn’t planning on taking care of them?”

“She takes care of Caroline.”

“Yeah, and that pisses me off too. She tossed you and Justin away and ran off and had another family. Who does that?”

“Drew, you’re the one that told me she deserved a second chance, and she was trying to make it right. Isn’t that what you’re doing? Are you not using your second chance right now? Please come with me,” I begged. I didn’t want to go if he wasn’t coming too.

“Okay, fine.”

Yes!

That was exactly what Drew and Celeste did the whole four days we were there. They may as well have stayed home. All they did was work. Alicia and I spent time on the beach, looking for sea glass with Caroline and Vincent. My mom kept Nicky while we walked the shore in search of treasure. Caroline and Vincent had a little rivalry going on. Vincent now had twenty-four pieces of gems, and Caroline had twenty-nine. Of course it wasn’t really fair, Caroline lived on the beach. Vincent lived in the desert.

“If you don’t pay attention to me soon, I’m going to explode,” I tormented Drew. It was the first time in three days I’d seen him alone, without Celeste stuck to his side.

He smiled and kissed my lips. “One conference call and I am finished for the day,” he promised. I groaned.

“Where’s your sidekick?”

“She left. Alicia was ready to kill her too.”

“One more call,” I warned, holding up one finger.

“Where’s your mom?” I asked Vince who was watching cartoons.

He shrugged his shoulders, “I dunno. I think Mom Celeste is outside on the phone, and I don’t know where Mom Alicia is.”

I headed down the hall towards Alicia’s room. I should have knocked. Why didn’t I knock? Celeste wasn’t outside on the phone. I stood there, opened mouthed, like an idiot. Alicia had her hands firmly around the spindles of the headboard, in two tight fists. Celeste was between her legs, both naked.

“Jesus, Morgan. Get out!” Celeste finally had to yell, pulling me from my frozen state.

“Sorry,” I managed to spit out, shaking my head, turning on my heels and getting the hell out of there.

Thank god Alicia was so outgoing. She made sure things weren’t awkward between us when we all gathered on my mother’s deck for steaks. Celeste, on the other hand, wouldn’t even look at me. I really didn’t think it had anything to do with what I’d seen her doing to Alicia. I think it had more to do with the fact that I caught her like that, exposed and vulnerable. She needed to be portrayed as sophisticated, put together like Drew. It was truly disturbing how much alike the two of them were when it came to success.

Celeste would do anything to ensure Alicia got to stay home with their kids. She was a lot like Drew in that sense too. She worried about Alicia and Vincent just like Drew did, always lecturing her about playing it safe.

Alicia totally understood when I complained about Drew being so protective. Celeste treated her the same way. Like the time I called him to tell him I was going to the strip, shopping. Little Boys Boutique was having a sale, and I wanted to go.

“You don’t need to worry about a sale. You’re a millionaire ten times over. Wait until I get home and I will take you shopping,” he’d challenged. Of course, I waited for him. I’m not sure what he was worried about. He just worried.

“Come on, Nicholas. Daddy will take you home and fix you a bottle,” Drew said, taking Nicky from my mom. He had been distant toward me since we went over there. He was judging my mother over what he’d learned during our sessions with Deidra. He had no right to judge anyone. What she did was no different than what he’d done.

“We’ll be there in a little bit,” I told him, letting him leave.

“Can I come, Drew?” Vincent asked.

“Sure, come on. Us men will go home, find some sports.”

I laughed at that. Drew didn’t watch sports. I’d never seen him watch sports.

“You think that’s funny?” he asked, kissing me goodbye.

“Uh-uh, you should do that. I think it’s baseball season,” I teased.

Celeste, Alicia, and I walked up the beach back to our house about an hour later. I’d known Celeste and Alicia for almost a year now. I never saw them this way. I was fascinated by the way Alicia leaned into her like I would Drew and held her hand walking down the beach. I was intrigued by the relationship they had. They were so in love, and I found myself curious about their lives behind closed doors for the first time.

 

“I walked in on Celeste going down on Alicia today,” I blurted out. Drew stopped dead in his tracks, looked up to me, speechless, entering our room from the shower.

“Okay, and you needed to tell me this, why?”

“I don’t know. You’re my husband. I’m supposed to tell you everything,” I retorted, pulling the covers back.

“There are some things you don’t have to tell me. That’s one of them. I can’t picture Celeste like that. I’m sure she doesn’t want me picturing her like that. Gross. Where were they?”

“In their room. I thought Celeste was on the phone. Vince told me she was on the phone.”

“Are you jealous? I can do that for you, if that’s what this is about.”

“It’s not. I mean, yes, you can do that, but that’s not why I told you.”

“Okay, why did you tell me then?”

“I don’t know. I’m just curious about them, I guess. You know, about them both being females and being in love and stuff.”

“You’ve always known they were a couple.”

“I’m curious about their sex life though.”

“Oh, man, Morgan. Do we have to discuss this? I can’t work with Celeste and think about that. I’ll have to fire her and I don’t want to do that. She’s really good.”

“Alicia says she’s good in bed. Do you think a girl can be good in bed, I mean with like another girl?”

Drew threw his head back, covered his face with his hands and groaned, frustrated that I was having this conversation.

“Where’s your laptop?” I asked.

“Why?”

“I want to watch a video.”

“You want to watch porn?”

“Yes.”

“But not just normal porn, right?”

“No.”

“You want to watch girls?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I already told you. I’m curious.”

“We’ve seen porn with girls before.”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t curious then. I didn’t think about it like I do now, like them being in love. They were just acting, doing it for show. Go get your laptop. I want to watch it.”

Drew shook his head, but walked out to get his computer.

We watched for a little bit. Well, I watched, Drew was more in tune to my reaction to the two beautiful girls on his screen.

“You do know it’s still cheating if it’s the same sex, don’t you,” Drew asked. I turned back to look at him.

“You afraid I’m going to wake up gay tomorrow?” I teased, amused at him.

“Well, you’re curious. Isn’t that how, why everyone has sex? Does that turn you on?” he asked, nodding back to the screen.

I turned back to the sixty-nine positioned women, noticing the throb between my legs. “What do you think?” I asked, moving Drew’s hand between my legs.

“Your panties are wet,” he rasped, rubbing through the silk barrier. I closed his laptop, and he set it aside. “Take them off.”

Sliding out of my panties and lifting my shirt over my head, I slid to a laying position. Drew ran his fingers up my slippery folds, and I moaned.

“Fuck, baby,” he said, becoming aroused at how wet I was.

“Lick it, Drew.”

“You know my dick grows in point three seconds when you say that, don’t you?”

“Hmm. Mmm,” I moaned, feeling two fingers slide deep inside my pussy.

Drew violated my throbbing, over aroused pussy, causing me to moan, writhe my hips into him, and spread myself, wanting him to see me, touch me, and taste me. We were both so into what we were doing and what we were going to do when Nicholas decided that he needed me more than Drew needed me.

“Shit.” Drew stopped all movement. I groaned, moved his hand away from my pissed off pussy and got up.

Sliding my robe on, I left Drew, face down, beating the mattress over his head with unsatisfied punches.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” I softly spoke, picking up my crying little guy. He instantly stopped crying.  He needed to go back to sleep, fast.

I changed him, and then bounced around the room with him, humming softly to his head. He was asleep in minutes. Laying him back on his bed, I kissed his head and left him, lightly closing his door.

Walking to the kitchen to turn off the light that I was sure Vincent left on again, I stopped when I heard noises from Celeste and Alicia’s room. They were having sex. That was Celeste’s moan. I wondered what they were doing as I stood there listening to Celeste close to orgasm. Was Celeste on the receiving end this time?

“What the hell are you doing?” Drew whispered behind me.

“Shhh.”

“Morgan. No. Get away from that door.”

I didn’t listen, not to Drew anyway. I stood there, listening as my pussy began to throb with ridiculous pulsating sessions.

“You’re fucked in the head,” Drew guaranteed when I untied my robe and moved his hand between my legs.

I couldn’t answer. He was doing all the right things on my overactive clitoris. I didn’t care if Drew thought I was fucked in the head. It was hot as hell, at least I thought so. Cocking my leg a little, Drew ran my slippery wet juices up my slit, circling my overactive clitoris with the tips of his fingers. I was so close to coming with Celeste when I moaned and Drew stopped.

“Go,” he whispered, turning me towards our room. He didn’t want me making enough noise to send Celeste our way. That would mortify him and me both.

“Lay down,” Drew demanded, keeping my feet on the floor. I backed up and started to push myself up on my elbows. Drew stopped me, keeping my hips to the edge of the bed and my feet planted on the floor. “Keep your legs open,” he ordered, going to the closet to retrieve what I knew he was after.

“Drew, I don’t want that. I want you.”

“You’re going to get me, don’t you worry.”

Shit. I hated that stupid thing as much as I loved it. I wondered if Celeste had one of those rods. I was going to ask her. No, I’d ask Alicia.

Drew slid the stool between my legs and sat down, spreading me with his fingers. Stiffening, I tensed, anticipating the electrical current about to be placed on my clit.

“Ohhhh, fuck,” I moaned, trying to slide away from him. I can’t even describe the feeling of that rod that with one tiny little touch would drive you senseless. It was instant orgasm—almost. It brought you right there, ready to fall, and then stopped. It was torture. I endured it five times. Five times, Drew touched the tip of the rod to my swollen little nub, before I was begging to finish.

Drew rubbed my drenched pussy, coming to a crouch in front of me. Inserting a deep finger, Drew massaged the upper wall of my pussy while pinching my clitoris between his fingers, giving me a mini hand job.

“Drew,” I moaned, feeling a foreign pleasure. I knew I was going to come, but this was different. This was a lot of pressure, followed by a powerful orgasm.

“Shhh,” he shushed me, pressing his middle finger deep into my pussy, pushing just above my pubic bone with his other hand and applying pressure in a come here motion. I know I shouldn’t be embarrassed by anything Drew and I did, but I was.

“Oh, my god. I’m going to be so embarrassed,” I moaned in a breathy, panting voice as I felt the first bout of something. I wasn’t sure what was going on just yet. I couldn’t focus enough to grasp it. Did I just piss myself? “Oh, fuck. Hmmm,” I called, feeling another squirt and then another. Shit. It wouldn’t stop. It was so intense, something I’d never felt before.

“Jesus, Morgan,” Drew hissed, rubbing my juices from his hand up and down my pussy.

 “Put it in me, Drew,” I begged, needing him inside me.

Drew easily slid into my pussy, sending my lingering orgasm into overtime. He pulled my legs up, resting them on his shoulders, and looked down, watching his cock slide in and out of my pussy. As soon as I was at my second peak, Drew rubbed my nub, sending me over the edge. Pumping harder in and out of me, he pulled me up and to my knees. I parted my lips and took his juices with him moaning, jerking himself in my mouth.

“Morgan?” Drew whispered to the back of my head.

“Shut up, Drew. Don’t talk about it. I’m embarrassed enough.” I knew what he was going to say before he said it.

“You ejaculated.”

“I told you to shut up. Oh, my god. Please stop talking.”

“Why? I freaking loved it. You know I’m going to do that again, don’t you?”

“Go to sleep.”