Breaking the Rules

by L. K. Lewis

  “Thank you for telling me everything today. It is a lot to think about and understand, and I’ll be honest and tell you it does worry me a bit that I’m just filling a need, but I trust you and believe you when you say I’m different, because you feel that way to me,” she says, as I pull her into a warm embrace.

  I kiss her cheek, and follow her jaw line with nibbles and kisses then whisper in her ear, “Morgan, you do fill a need. I need you. In every way possible. But please believe that it’s different, and if you ever feel worried, please tell me so I can find a different way to show you. Thank you for understanding, and for staying with me. Thank you for fighting for us.”

  Morgan pulls away from me slightly to look me in the eye and know that I’m hearing her. “Don’t pull that shit and take off on me ever again, though. I mean it, Drake. You left me feeling scared, and helpless, and guilty, like I had done something wrong. Then you wouldn’t answer your phone or return my texts. You didn’t even send me a message letting me know you were okay. I love you, Drake, and we will both freak out or get scared from time to time, but at least have the decency to let me know you need some time to yourself but that you are okay. That we are okay. That is the kind of respect you give to someone you love, and I promise to do that for you as well should I ever need to. But don’t run off, that was complete bullshit.”

  Morgan

  It’s a good thing that both Drake and I acknowledged this relationship would be a lot of work from the get-go, because we have proven ourselves right time and time again. It wasn’t easy to listen to Drake going on about the sordid details of his past sexual encounters with women. Especially knowing he filled his need of intimacy with prostitutes for years. He promised that he was responsible, and his latest test results prove that to be true. I know that losing his mother so early shaped who he was as a person in a negative way for so long, but am glad to know that my presence in his life has helped him to feel complete. He makes me feel the same way.

  We have been in bed for hours now. Both Drake and I have gotten up separately to pee and brush our teeth, but came right back to bed. We haven’t made love since Wednesday and I think Drake is holding back from that this morning as a way to show me that I mean more to him than sex. That I do more for him than fill that void. Honestly, I’m glad that he cares so much about me to just spend time with me. We needed this morning to reconnect and move past the events that took place Friday night.

  “I’m so glad that we were able to clear the air from Friday night and move past it. I’m just sad it’s Sunday now and we have to wait a full work week to get some time together again,” I say as I lie in bed with my head on Drake’s chest, my arms and legs entwined with his.

  “I know, baby. I’m sorry it took the most of the weekend to open up to you, and I’m so sorry we lost that time together. I promise to be upfront with any problems in the future and not run like I did. At least we have to rest of the day together … wait … it’s Sunday, what about brunch with your mom?” Drake asks.

  “I called her Thursday and rescheduled it to dinner tomorrow night. I said I’d be out partying with Amanda last night and might not be good company today. Amanda said she’d cover for me if necessary. I wanted us to have a whole weekend without distractions,” I say with a shrug, tipping my head up to look at him.

  “You are so amazing, baby. You made these great plans for us, and I completely shit on them, I’m so sorry. I can’t promise that I’ll never screw up again, but I can promise that I learn from my mistakes, and will do better in the future to be the man that you deserve. Thank you for making this time for me today,” Drake says as my stomach growls.

  “Well I guess we should get something to eat, what would you like?” I ask.

  “Hmmmmm … I know a beautiful girl who lives for a great omelet station … do you have eggs, my love?” Drake says with a smile.

  “I have eggs, can you make an omelet, ‘Mr. I’m not a good cook’?” I tease.

  “Like I’ve said before, anyone can scramble an egg … but no one makes an omelet quite like me,” he says with a wink.

  Drake sits us both up and gives me a kiss before taking me by the hand and leading us out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. I get the coffee maker going and use the champagne from Friday night to make mimosas while Drake gets the eggs out, chops various vegetables, shreds some cheese, and makes some bacon.

  “You’ve been holding out on me, mister, why didn’t you tell me you could cook a brunch like this?” I say, as I sip my mimosa to wash a delicious bite of omelet down.

  “I can’t show you all my cards up front … I want you for forever, I’ve got to keep some things up my sleeve to surprise you with in 50 years,” Drake says, and leans over to kiss my nose.

  “50 years, huh? Do you really hope to still be able to surprise me that far down the road?” I ask.

  “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see,” he says with a wink.

  …

  By the time we finish with brunch and do the dishes, most of our day is gone. We make the most of it, though, just snuggling on the couch, talking, kissing. Sunday evening comes, and it doesn’t take much to convince Drake to stay the night at my place. We take a bath and I relax against Drake’s chest while he washes me, but he doesn’t try anything beyond that. When we climb into bed afterward, I rest my head in the crook of Drake’s shoulder and throw a leg over him as usual. I reach down, and am happy to find that Drake is aroused and obviously missing my touch as well. My pulse starts to race and I see Drake’s lips part and his breath quicken as I start to massage him root to tip.

  “Baby, you don’t have to do that,” Drake says as he rests his hand on mine, halting my massage.

  “I want to. We haven’t made love since Wednesday, Drake. I miss it. I appreciate the fact that you haven’t wanted to touch me much today. I know you are trying to prove to me that I mean more to you than just sex, and I love you so much for that, thank you. But please, for the love of God, make glorious, passionate love to me like you’re so good at, Drake, I need it,” I say as I reach my hand up to cup his jaw, drawing his beautiful lips to mine.

  Those few words are the only coaxing Drake needs. He needs to feel the passion and love between us that our sex confirms just as much as I do.

  “So beautiful, so perfect,” Drake breathes against my neck as he nibbles his way from my ear to our favorite spot at the base of my neck just above my collar bone. I used to refer to that area as his favorite spot, but it has now solidified its place as my favorite spot as well. Many lovers feel a connection and show their true love and affections through a kiss on the nose, a brush of the cheek, a pat on the ass, and I love that too of course, but when Drake kisses or nibbles our favorite place, my body reacts in a completely different way than his other caresses. My heart skips a beat, my panties automatically puddle, a slick layer of sweat coats my body, and if I’m not already laying down, my knees go weak beneath me.

  “I want you, Drake. I need you so much,” I pant, as I resume massaging Drake’s impressive length. Not only does he fit inside me like a glove, but he fits perfectly in my hand. His girth is just right for me to apply the perfect friction as I pump him.

  “I need a taste, baby, I’m hungry for you,” Drake growls as he nibbles his way from my collar bone south, stopping to pay attention to my nipples as he makes his way to my clit. Drake explores my folds with his tongue and I cry out in sheer ecstasy. He dips his tongue inside, lapping up the natural juices that are now dripping from me.

  Drake

  I swear I could eat Morgan for days. She is so sweet. I needed this connection after such a shitty weekend. I was trying to be respectful of Morgan and show my affections without sex, but God love her, she needed this too.

  “Oh God, Drake, I’m going to come!” Morgan rasps.

  “Come for me, baby, I want to make you feel good.” And with that, Morgan shouts my name as her body shuddered around my mouth. Damn, she is so hot. I sit up in bed and pull her t
o me so she is curled in my lap. Folded in my arms, I whisper words of I love you as she comes down from her climax.

  Rolling onto my back, I lift her so she can straddle me. I reach between her legs and cup her ass, lifting her as she rises and falls on my cock. Just the sight of her beautiful breasts bouncing as she rides me is enough to set my impending orgasm free. I can feel her body start to shudder and I’m almost there as well. I let out a moan and she clenches her pussy around me tighter just before she throws her head back and arches her back. Morgan’s moan is all I need to hear and I start to come. She collapses onto my chest, panting, and I wrap my arms around her, kissing her head and stroking her back as our breathing steadies. It amazes me and fills my heart with hope for our future that even after the weekend of separation, the hard conversations, the tears, the hurt, our love carries us through. Our fight carries us through. This woman is my future and we have already made it through some hard times and continue to not only find our way together, but we are able to reconnect through some amazing lovemaking.

  I look down at her and she must feel my stare, because Morgan lifts her eyes to meet mine, and gives me a pleased, knowing smile. She feels exactly the same way.

  Chapter 23

  Drake

  Thank God this week is more low-key than last week. I’ve been able to spend a lot more time with Morgan. We have spent almost every night together and I feel like we have once again found our rhythm. We drive to work separately, and do our best not to be too obvious as we steal appreciative glances at each other during meetings. We work out and run after work, then finish our evenings eating chick food, bathing together, and fall asleep in each other’s arms after making sweet love to each other.

  Thursday afternoon I hear a small rap on the door as I look up to see my father walking into my office.

  “To what do I owe this honor, Dad?”

  “Vegas,” my dad answers bluntly.

  “Vegas? What is in Vegas?” I ask.

  “The question is not what is in Vegas, it’s whom … you, Drake, will be in Vegas this weekend. You leave in a few hours, actually, so get packing. I’m about to close the Scottsfield deal that we worked so hard on last week, but there is still a little hesitation on their end. I know for a fact that a few of their key board members are taking the weekend to blow off steam in Vegas and I thought you could show them a good time. Maybe not the whole weekend, but perhaps you can take them out tonight. You know, buy them a few rounds at the bar, or take them to a strip club and get them a few lap dances. You are the younger one, Drake, the future CEO. I think it will speak volumes if they see you as an equal. I’m just the old guy, who wants to do business. They’ll be able to identify with you more, and it will hopefully put them at ease about doing business with us, and come Monday morning they’ll be ready to close the deal. We really need this, Son, we’ve worked really hard and you are rapidly proving to me that you are ready for the next step. Let Vegas prove to me that all of the temptations, the drugs, the booze, and especially the women, are no longer an issue for you and you are ready to complete the task at hand, even when entertaining some big wigs in the city of sin.”

  I should be excited that my Dad is putting his faith in me and sending me to Las Vegas for this weekend. This is his way of letting me know that I have earned his trust. Upon taking this position with his company, he set rules for me, forbidding me to have anything to do with drugs, alcohol, and women. Las Vegas is the epitome of all of these things, and for him to send me there, he not only is instilling his trust in me, but he is also testing me. He is letting me know that I’m really close to making CEO, but I still have this major test to pass. I should be excited about all of this, but the idea of spending another weekend away from Morgan after everything we went through last week hits me like a slug to the chest.

  I will say that it feels fucking awesome knowing if I pass this test CEO will be on lock for me. I really thought I’d have to sweat this for a few more years. This means that not only am I close to achieving this dream, but telling the world that Morgan is mine is within my grasp.

  I head home early to pack and get my house in order before the car picks me up to take me to the airport. With my dad in the building, I couldn’t risk going down to Morgan’s office to let her know I’d be taking off in a few hours.

  Me: Hey baby, I’m heading home early but need to talk to you, call me on the way home please.

  Morgan: Ok mister, luv u. xo

  About an hour or so later, as I’m getting out of the shower, my phone rings. “Hey, baby,” I say as I answer Morgan’s call.

  “Hey, is everything okay?” Morgan asks. She knows it’s a little odd for me to ask her to call me via text.

  “Everything is fine, baby, but I have some bad news. My dad is sending me to Las Vegas tonight to entertain the big wigs from the Scottsfield deal.”

  “Vegas? For how long?” Morgan asks.

  “Tonight for sure, but perhaps the whole weekend. I’m so sorry, baby, the last thing I want right now is to be apart from you for another weekend, but it’s a really big deal that my dad is sending me.”

  “So by entertaining you mean …” I know what Morgan is getting at.

  “Bars and strip clubs. According to my dad, I need to show them a good time and form a bond with them so they feel better about getting into business with us. This deal is really big. It’s what we worked so hard for last week, so it would be a shame to let it slip through our fingers,” I explain.

  “I don’t know how I feel about you going to strip clubs, babe.”

  “I know, and I’m sorry. I understand you might not trust me because of my past,” I say.

  “Oh Drake, of course I trust you. That isn’t what I meant, I’m sorry. I would never throw your past in your face. You have been honest with me and I appreciate that. I just don’t like the idea of strip clubs, and the idea of your father sending you to entertain in them seems fishy to me,” she says.

  “He is testing me, Morgan. He wants to make sure that not only do I abstain from my temptations, but I close a major deal at the same time. I really believe that when I succeed at this test, baby, my dad will make me CEO of Baylor Industries shortly thereafter. This trip could be another step closer for us truly being together.”

  “We are together now, babe, just not openly, but I know what you mean. Have fun in Vegas, I trust you, and I believe in you.”

  “Thank you, Morgan, that means a lot. I love you so much. I’ll miss you this weekend,” I say as I get ready to hang up and get ready to head to the airport.

  “I love you too. Call me when you land, okay?”

  “Of course, baby. I’ll talk to you soon.” I hang up and my heart already feels heavy with missing Morgan. Sometimes I feel like the fucking chick in this relationship with the way I go on about my feelings and emotions, but I can’t help myself. Morgan brings it out in me.

  Not a moment later, there is a knock on my door, and to my surprise and delight there is the most beautiful woman standing on my threshold. Morgan walks through the door with a huge smile on her face, then throws her arms around my neck and gives me a big wet kiss.

  “Well, this is a wonderful surprise,” I say as I pull her closer to me, grabbing her ass as I give her another kiss.

  “As soon as you mentioned going out of town, my car just sort of steered its way over here. I wanted to see you for even a few minutes and give you a kiss before you leave for the airport,” Morgan says, resting her head on my chest, still tight in my embrace.

  “Well, I’ll have to thank your car for doing so,” I say while kissing the top of Morgan’s head. “The car service will be here in a little while, but I’m just about packed so I’m all yours ‘til it gets here.”

  Morgan walks into my house, and I pull her over to the couch and wrap my arms around her as we sit down.

  “I really wish you could come with me,” I say while grabbing a pillow and lowering her head down to rest on my lap.

  “I k
now, I would love to join you. A vacation sounds so nice right about now, but you have to entertain those gentlemen, and it would be super awkward to have me join, or I’d just be sitting in the hotel room waiting for you to get back, so really … I might as well stay here, get some work done, and miss the hell out of you ‘til you get back,” Morgan says as she looks up at me.

  “I’m really going to miss you this weekend, Morgan, but the idea of me making CEO and being able to tell the world you’re mine gets me really excited.” I lean down and give Morgan a kiss, and she reaches up to cup my jaw, deepening the kiss as I open my mouth to welcome her tongue.

  “I am yours, Drake,” Morgan says as she pulls away, staring into my eyes, “and I can’t wait for the world to know.”

  Morgan

  It was hard to say goodbye to Drake when his car came to collect him for the airport. The idea of spending the weekend without him hurts my heart a little bit, but I’m so happy that his father is acknowledging his progress, and is giving him this test. Drake texted me when he got in last night, then when he got back to his hotel room early this morning, saying the evening had been a success. He said he had behaved himself while out, and I have no doubt in my mind that he did. Even though Drake’s past is a sordid one, I trust him completely and know he would never do anything to betray that trust.

  I head into work around 8am, and am surprised to see Drake’s assistant, Grace, walk into my office about 20 minutes later.

  “Good morning, Grace, what a surprise … what can I do for you?” I ask.

  “I have a time sensitive file that Mr. Baylor has asked me to give to you personally,” Grace says, as a small smile flashes across her face. “Have a lovely weekend, Miss Lane,” she says as she walks out my office door.

  “Thanks, Grace, you too!” I shout to her as she leaves.

  I open the folder, and there is just one thing waiting for me … a photograph … of me sleeping. I immediately panic. Grace said this file is time sensitive from Mr. Baylor. She calls Drake by his first name. Surely this means that Drake’s father knows about us. Tears threaten to breach my eyelids and I flip the photo over looking for a timestamp, or anything I can find to show this is just a random photo of me, and not one that Drake has taken of me while sharing his bed. Upon flipping the photo over, I find a hand written note. It is in Grace’s handwriting, but appears to be from Drake. Oh, thank God!