An Underestimated Christmas (Underestimated 3)

by Woodruff, Jettie

  “I can’t, Drew,” she admitted what I already knew.

  “I know, I’m not going to keep them from you. Not yet. I’m going to control them until you’re better.”

  “Until I’m better?”

  “Yes. That’s all we need to say. The conversation is over and I don’t want to hear another word about it. Go get them.”

  I watched Morgan’s naked ass walk away and move to her drawer. I waited for her to pull out a bottle of hidden pills, but she didn’t. She pulled out a gun and shot me. Just kidding. She pulled out pink silky panties and slid her feet into them.

  “Why are you doing that?” I questioned. “I don’t want you in clothes.”

  I knew the answer from seeing the little string. Damn. I wanted to be in there. “I’m on my period, Drew. I don’t like sleeping naked.”

  Morgan sat on the bed with her purse and gave me a newly filled prescription. “Where are the rest of them?” I asked, knowing damn well she had them all over the place. I knew of two other bottles. After some extensive snooping, I found one bottle hidden behind the lotions in her bathroom cabinet, and one with the spices in the kitchen. Finding them hidden assured my suspicions. She wouldn’t have hid them had she not felt like she had to. She was hiding them from me.

  Morgan brought me the two bottles I had found. That made me proud. She brought me a bottle from her vanity drawer where she kept fingernail polish. She brought me a bottle from somewhere in the kitchen. I heard a cabinet close, but didn’t look to see. Five bottles from three different doctors. Looking down, I read the bold letters. Do not take more than two pills in a twenty-four hour period.

  “How many are you taking a day?”

  Morgan stood before me and shrugged one shoulder. “Six, sometimes eight.”

  “Jesus Christ, Morgan. Why didn’t I know this? How could I miss this?” My face had to have been bewildered. How could I not know it was this bad?

  “You stopped looking, Drew,” she quietly spoke. The light from the hall illuminated the side of her beautiful, lost face. What the fuck have I done?

  “Come here, love,” I said, pulling her tiny wrists.

  That was the second time I was happy she was on her period. I held on to her as hard as she held on to me, both desperate for promise, needing something from each other. Again, I told Morgan to trust me and promised her I would fix this. She had to promise me, too. She had to promise to let me take care of the pill problem. She agreed.

  I kept doing what I had been doing. I was the best husband a wife could ask for. And I was doing something that I should have talked to Morgan about first. I couldn’t. Morgan hated the cold and the snow. If I could change one thing about her, it would be Christmas. I never had much of a Christmas, either, but at least I didn’t hate it as much as she did. We normally just took a vacation for Christmas. That’s how much she didn’t want to do it.

  If I moved us to New York in the dead of winter with snow and Christmas, she would divorce me. That’s the only reason I didn’t tell her. Had it been to Florida or even Texas, I wouldn’t have kept it from her. There was no point in having the argument with her if I didn’t buy the place. It was better to wait it out.

  Morgan was happy to be taking the boys to the beach house, seeing her mom and Alicia. The only argument we had for ten days straight was for me recruiting Alicia.

  “I can’t believe you told her that, Drew. If that would have been me, you would be pissed. You don’t like it when I tell her our problems, but it’s okay for you?” she barked. She was leaving the next morning. I wasn’t about to let her leave mad at me.

  “Are you telling me you wouldn’t have told her yourself?” I asked, sliding my hands in my pockets. Her expression changed when she knew I was right. “You’re doing great, Morgan. I don’t want you screwing it up. You had two pills all day today. That’s better than six.”

  “Thanks,” she said, calming her anger and turning her attention back to stirring whatever she was cooking. “You just had to go and mention that didn’t you?”

  “I’m sorry,” I said, moving behind her. I knew I was in the clear when she relaxed into me. “What the hell is that?” I asked seeing the seaweed in the pot.

  “Creamed spinach.”

  “I’m not eating that,” I assured her. Morgan shoved me away and looked to see where the boys were. Damn.

  “I not eating dat, either,” Tadpole said from my leg.

  “Me, either,” Nicholas joined.

  “You’re all eating it,” she warned.

  “We’ll eat it. Won’t we guy’s?” I asked, looking to them for backup.

  “No, me not eat it. My don’t like it.”

  Nicholas agreed with his brother. “I don’t like it, either.”

  “Now you’re in for it, both of you,” I warned, crouching to the floor and planning my attack. They ran, screaming.

  “Drew!” Morgan screamed, crashing to the floor with me. I rolled over her and attacked her instead. Just like I knew they would, Nicholas and Tadpole were on my back in seconds. I grabbed Nicky off my back and laid him over Morgan. Holding them both down with my body, I tickled them with one hand and kept Tadpole from falling off my back with the other.

  I stacked Tadpole on top of his brother and mother, and rolled to their side, pretending to be dead. Morgan instantly shoved the boys over to me and got up.

  “He’s dead. Give him CPR. Jump up and down on his chest,” she instructed the boys. She screamed again when I suddenly came back to life and grabbed her ankle with a growl. That right there. Times like that made me want to do just what Morgan said, take my family somewhere and keep them in a safe bubble. I often wonder if it’s like that for every man. Do other men have this strong of a hold on his family? I would kill anyone that tried to hurt them, without question.

  Putting the boys to bed couldn’t come fast enough. My wife decided to torture me the rest of the evening. She didn’t put those silky short pajamas on for no reason. The ones that every time she bent over, showed her full set of breasts in the front and two little ass cheeks from the back. I had to hold one hand down with the other all night. She stretched clear across me to reach Tadpoles sippy cup. I could have got it. It was all I could do not to grab a handful of ass with the boys there.

  She picked up toys with her nipples in full view. She rocked her leg back and forth at the end of the sofa, not giving me quite the shot, but just enough. I did move the material to the side once when the boys ran off to brush their teeth.

  “We better go help them,” Morgan said, staring at me with those damn fuck me eyes. I held her gaze and dipped my middle finger inside her warm, wet pussy.

  “Jesus, Morgan,” I growled in some sort of old man voice.

  “Tadpole didn’t do it,” Nicolas called from the hall. Morgan’s eyes closed and her body tensed when I slid my finger out, back in, and then out. Morgan wanted to be fucked. Yes! Morgan wanted to be fucked!

  I ran to the bathroom and helped the boys get ready for bed. I knew when Morgan suggested that we all read together in Nicky’s bed what she was doing. I was right. Jesus, I couldn’t read anything. Her leg rubbing up and down my cock and her nipples hard through the satin on her shirt made it impossible.

  “You go to bed,” I ordered, looking over to her. I could get this done faster without her. She laughed, kissed Tadpole on the head between my legs, and leaned clear over me to kiss Nicholas. I don’t know if my hand would have stopped had she not moved it away with hers. Sliding it up the inside of her soft thighs, she stopped me and left. I stared after her until she was completely out of sight.

  I tried to read fast, but that wasn’t putting Tadpole to sleep. Making him lay down again for the third time, I slowed down and tried like hell to put Morgan out of my mind. These boys needed to go to sleep. I finally pretended to fall asleep too after putting Nicky in his bed. Tadpole climbed around me, sang something about someone living in a pine apple under the sea, and kicked his arms and legs, karate chopping the
bad guys. That’s when he finally gave up and I slid out of his bed.

  Morgan looked over the dark framed glasses when I entered the room. The memory hit me immediately. “What are you reading?” I asked, wondering if I was about to cross a line.

  “Leddy Harper’s new book.”

  “Really? What’s it about?”

  “I’m not that far into it yet,” Morgan said, removing the glasses. If I didn’t know better, I would almost say she knew what I was thinking.

  “Tell me what you know,” I said, removing my cotton pants. My cock sprung to my hand and I stroked it, staring at her with the same knowing look. I swear she knew.

  “Um, this guy Cade is a sex therapist and he’s helping this girl out.”

  “What’s wrong with her sex life?” I asked, moving behind her. She slid up, resting between my legs with her legs already apart. I grinded into her ass a couple times with a groan. Fuck. I was hard.

  “I don’t know yet. I’m not that far,” she panted in an aroused, raspy tone.

  “Read it to me,” I ordered, holding a fist full of hair. I pulled her head back by her hair and sunk my teeth into her neck, and sucked hard, letting go before I left a mark. My other hand held her stomach firmly against my body and my cock pulsated on her ass.

  I slid my hand down Morgan’s leg, stopping before I reached her pussy. “Read it to me,” I ordered again.

  “It’s a sex scene, Drew,” she said with her a trembling voice.

  “Even better,” I informed her, biting into her neck again.

  My fingers slid between her lips when she started reading. Sliding them up and down, my cock felt like it got harder, hearing her unsteady voice. “Is this okay, Morgan?” I asked, sliding her juices up and down her pussy. Fuck. She was wet.

  “Yes,” she replied, not missing a beat. My fingers circled her clitoris while my lips sucked and licked her neck. Her words were drawn out in shaky verses, describing the sex of Cade and Ivy. When Cade pinched Ivy’s clit, I pinched Morgan’s. When Cade finger fucked her pussy, I finger fucked Morgan. As soon as her words turned to moans, I stopped, wrapped her hair around my hand, and ordered her to read. When she started again, I started again. To say she became even wetter was an understatement. She was drenched and I spread it from her ass to her clit.

  “Drew, I’m done,” she finally protested, begging for mercy. Sliding to a laying positon left Morgan straddling my waist.

  “Raise up and keep reading,” I demanded, making her stand on her knees. I spread her a little in order to reach her pussy with about an inch of my cock. I used that inch to slide up and down her slit, focusing a lot of attention to her clit. Hearing Morgan read to me about someone else’s sex was hot. No wonder she read these books.

  Morgan may have read for two more minutes before she tossed the tablet to the bed and slid down my shaft with a moan, backward. I couldn’t have protested then if my life depended on it. I moaned with her and held her hips, watching my cock slide in and out of her pussy.

  “Rub your clit, Morgan,” I coaxed, looking to the side and seeing our reflections making love. My hands split Morgan’s ass cheeks and I played around with her pucker while her pussy accepted my cock, over and over. Fuck.

  I held Morgan’s hips and forced her body up and down my shaft. Fast and hard. Her moans were nearly screams before I flipped her to the bed. Kneeling on my knees, I pulled her head to my cock and fucked her mouth, gagging her with every thrust. Catching a glimpse of her in the mirror again, I replaced her fingers with mine. Her little nub was twice its normal size, begging to come.

  Dropping to my back, I slid her up to my face and tasted her pussy. My fingers pinched her nipples while my tongue sucked her sex. Morgan’s hands grabbed my hair and pulled my head to her pussy. She fucked my mouth the same way I had hers, grinding her clit in my tongue.

  “Lay on your back,” I said, turning my face. Shit. I thought she was going to smother me.

  “I just want to come, Drew,” she begged.

  “You will. Lay down.”

  “Drew,” Morgan protested again when I slid my hand under the small of her back and came to my knees beside her.

  “Shhh, you love it when I do this.”

  “I hate it.”

  I snickered, sliding my index finger inside her pussy, my thumb to her clit, and my ring finger to her ass. I started slowly rocking my hand back and forth from her clit to her sphincter.

  “Get something,” she whined before I got too far.

  “You’re so fucking wet, Morgan. You don’t need it,” I said, sliding from her wet pussy to her asshole with my ring finger and slid it in. She tensed, but moaned when my other two fingers busied the rest of her over active pussy. Slowly, I picked up my pace until I was thrashing in and out of her. She didn’t come as quick as I thought she should have so I dropped and pulled her hips over my knees, elevating her just a bit.

  I finger fucked her pussy like a madman, splitting her wide open with my other hand. Her body shook, convulsing while she screamed in ecstasy. Cupping her pussy with my hand, I caught all three squirts and rubbed it in her pussy and up to her breasts.

  “Put it in my ass, Drew,” she panted, coming down from her high. YES! No problem.

  I did get the lube that time, although I may not have needed it. I swear Morgan was producing more by the minute. Mix that with her euphoric pussy aroma. Put that shit in a bottle, I’d wear it every day.

  “Bend over the bed,” I coaxed, sliding cold gel up my shaft. It warmed instantly. The sight of Morgan’s ass spread in front of me and the feel of my cock in my hand made me want to come that second.

  Bending my knees, I moved in, prolonging the initial contact. That was my favorite part. The way Morgan squeezed her eyes, grasped the sheets with both hands…the way her ass squeezed around my cock, and the feel of it sliding in that first inch was joyous. Predicting the future, I moved my hand around and played with her clitoris, knowing I wasn’t going to last for her if she didn’t hurry.

  As soon as her body relaxed beneath me, her eyes opened and she let go of her death grip on the sheets, I moved in and out of her faster. My fingers matched the rhythm of my dick sliding in and out of her ass and she whimpered my name. Fucking the hell out of her with my dick in her ass and my fingers on her clit, she called out. As soon as the orgasmic tone in her voice changed, I came too, dropped my body to hers, and panted the same post-orgasmic breaths as her.

  “That was hot as hell,” she admitted. I agreed and slowly pulled out of her, watching the same reactions all over again. I don’t know why she did that. I just fucked the hell out of her with my cock hard. For some reason, when I stayed inside of her like that for any amount of time, she did the same thing, even with a half-limp dick. Her eyes clinched, her body tensed, and hands held the covers. It made me want to do it again. I forced it to slide back in a couple times before relinquishing.

  “Wake up,” I whispered kisses to Drew’s well-defined back.

  “Hmmm, what time is it?”

  “Early. I need you before we leave.”

  “You had me a lot last night,” Drew reminded me, rolling to his back.

  “That’s not what I need. Last night wasn’t about intimacy. You’re leaving me and making me go to the beach house without you,” I complained, being rolled to my back, pinned by his weight. “Come with us,” I quietly spoke when he kissed the tip of my nose.

  “I can’t, love. I have to go meet this client and then I’ll be there. I’ll be there for Nicky’s birthday party Sunday. I promise.”

  As much as I loved the crazy Morgan and Drew sex from the night before, I loved this just as much if not more. Drew made slow, possessive love to me in the plain missionary position. Sometimes, that was my favorite one, the most intimate.

  “I love you,” Drew whispered at precisely the same moment my eyes rolled back in my head. I mumbled I loved him too in an orgasmic moan right before I felt him stiffen inside me.

  “We’re going t
o be fine, Morgan,” Drew promised. I knew at that moment that Drew’s promise wasn’t empty. He meant it and I knew with everything in me that he would do what he could to make us happy. There was what he thought made us happy, and then there was reality—that was the issue. I never wanted to move to California in the first place, but Drew didn’t think my opinion mattered in our happiness. Trust me, he says. Oh boy.

  It was raining when Drew drove us to our private plane. He carried a sleeping Tadpole on board for me and fastened both boys in their seats. Jesus, why was I having such a hard time with leaving him?

  “What’s wrong?” Drew asked when I held on to him longer than he’d expected.

  “What if this ends? I don’t want this to end,” I said, trying not to sound weak. I hated feeling fragile around Drew.

  “Morgan,” he said, making me look up at him.

  “I know, I know. Trust me. I’m trying.”

  “Call me when you land.”

  “I will.”

  “Take care of your mom and brother for me, okay, buddy?” Drew persuaded, dropping to his knee to say goodbye. Drew kissed me again and walked away. My eyes went to Nicholas’s beaming smile and I sat beside him. We watched Drew wave to us from his car door and we both waved back.

  I couldn’t wait to spend the weekend with Alicia and the kids. Christina was going to love her new nightgown I bought for her. I couldn’t wait to listen to her little girl chatter. I tried my best to ignore the knowledge of me being in control of the bottle of pills in my purse. I could take one and Alicia would never know. Wait. This was Drew I was talking about. She knew. Alicia knew exactly how many pills were in that bottle. Little did Drew know, I had two doctors there, too. I could get more. If I wanted to.

  I stared out the little window with both boys sleeping beside me now. I hated this flight. It was so long, especially for Tadpole. He was literally bouncing off the walls by the time we landed almost six hours later.

  That’s exactly what he did. He flipped over the seats, trying to jump from one to the other, laid in the middle of the isle, and fought constantly with Nicholas. I was ready to put a parachute on him and throw him out by the time we got there. Nicholas and Tadpole were both tired of flying. Six hours was a long time for them to be confined like this. Drew knew that before he moved us all the way to California.