by Lewis, L. K.
I turn the lights off around the hotel room and start to collect some of our things so packing won’t take very long tomorrow morning, when I hear Morgan call out to me. “Aren’t you coming to bed? I wasn’t done with you,” she calls in a sultry voice. I don’t hesitate to go to her, crawling in bed behind her and pulling her close to my chest. She turns to me and says the sexiest five words I’ve ever heard her say, “Make love to me, husband.”
Chapter 21
Drake
Morgan wakes me in the morning with a sultry look on her face, “You’d think I had my fill last night, but it appears I need more. I’ve been lying here for twenty minutes thinking of all the ways I want to ravage you,” she says as she climbs on top of me and slides down my erect shaft. She grabs my hands and pins them over my head with hers before kissing me all over my neck and chest.
“Whoa, girl,” I say with a little laugh. Morgan has never so literally attacked me before. I like it. “Ravage away,” I lie back and relax as Morgan kisses, licks, sucks and massages almost every part of my body and it feels amazing. After a while she slides back over me and I grab her hips to help her rock in a nice steady rhythm.
“God, that feels good,” she says as she picks up the pace. Seeing Morgan let go with her body the way she is turns me on so much that I pick up my pace as well, meeting her thrust for thrust. Soon we’re grunting and moaning and shouting out as Morgan comes and I can feel her warm wet arousal dripping down my cock. I roll Morgan onto her back and place my hands behind her knees, spreading her legs further apart. She cries out as I thrust my cock deep inside her and I know I’m bringing her quickly to another orgasm. Screaming my name as her release tears through her, I pump my cock into her a few more times before I come. Panting heavily, I roll over again onto my back. I know Morgan says it doesn’t hurt her or the baby to have my body weight on her, but I still feel more comfortable to have her lie on my chest instead of the other way around.
“You’re amazing, baby,” I say as I pull her to my chest, letting our post-coital bodies calm. “I can’t believe we are going home today,” I say, not ready for this time where it’s just the two of us to end.
“I know, I love our little Drake and Morgan bubble,” she says, completely reading my mind. “I’m sad to be leaving Paris after such an amazing time here with you, but I’m really looking forward to going home and starting a life with you.”
“Have you given more thought about leaving Thompson? I don’t want to pressure you, but I’m not sure that’s the right fit for you anymore. You know I will give you my full support either way.”
“I’m still thinking about it. I know you said we don’t have to worry about finances and that takes a load of pressure off, but I don’t want to give up a career I just started. I mean, think about it, I worked for Baylor for a few months then left, I’ve worked for Thompson for a few months, and the thought of leaving again so soon and having that on my résumé has me a little scared.”
“I understand that, and you’ll always have a job with me if you’d like. You’re such a smart woman, Morgan, anyone would be an idiot not to hire you. Take all the time you need to think about it and in the meantime we’ll get started moving your apartment and into our home,” I say.
“I like the sound of that. Our home .I know you said we could buy a new place together if I’d like, but I love your house so much. I’ve always envisioned us living there together. When we get back we can take stock of our stuff collectively, and decide what stays, what goes, what gets moved, what gets donated…it’ll be fun. We can spend our honeymoon at home nesting,” she says with so much excitement in her voice it’s infectious.
I pull back the sheets and give Morgan a small slap on her gorgeous ass and say, “Alright then, my love, let’s get moving. You can grab a shower while I get us packed, then we have a plane to catch!” We both laugh and I pull her into my arms once more and plant a huge wet kiss on her lips before we both crawl out of bed.
****
We check out of the Hotel Banke and hop a cab to the airport, snuggling in the backseat. Marie offered to collect our wedding clothes and ship them for us so once again we are able to breeze through security and customs with just one small carry-on each. We’ve just sat down in the comfy chairs in the first class lounge when my phone starts to ring.
“That must be Garrett,” I say to Morgan as she looks up from my computer. “I asked him to meet the delivery guy at my house to make sure everything I shipped back got there in one piece, and he offered for Amanda to go to your place and pack up some of your clothing and essentials so you’ll feel right at home when we get there. He’s probably calling to say everything is all set,” I say as I pull my phone out of my coat pocket.
I look down and see that it’s not Garrett, but Gloria, my step-mother. She only calls when she needs to complain about my father so this should be good. “Hello, Gloria,” I say, trying to hide the disdain in my voice.
“Drake, it’s your father,” she cries into the phone.
“Calm down, Gloria, what did he do now?” I ask, not really ready to hear about how she’s pissed that he fired me and won’t retire and how I’ve ruined both their lives.
“He had a heart attack. We were at dinner and his face got all red then it got pale and sweaty and I thought he was choking. I got up to give him the Heimlich maneuver and he fell out of his chair before I could reach him. He was dead before he hit the ground,” she wails as I try to wrap my head around what she’s just said. “He’s DEAD, DRAKE!” She screams.
“I heard you,” I say sternly, but in a low voice so as to not draw attention to me. Morgan looks up again from the computer and raises her eyebrows to question what is going on. I lower my head shaking it back and forth slowly in disbelief of the fact that my now estranged father, whom I often wished dead actually is. “Look, Gloria, Morgan and I are about to board a plane back to the States. I’ll give you a call when we land and we can sort everything out,” I say.
“Okay. I’ll have his body picked up from the funeral home and we can make the decisions tomorrow,” Gloria says.
“Sounds good,” I say, and before I hang up, I take a moment to think about how Gloria must feel at this moment and add, “I’m really sorry for your loss,” then hang up before she can respond.
I look at Morgan and she has tears in her eyes. She has clearly figured out what my conversation with Gloria was about. I reach out my arms and she crawls into my lap and cries into my shoulder.
“I’m so sorry, Drake,” she cries, and I pull her close to comfort her. “I know you two have had your rough moments, but I can only imagine what it feels like to lose your parent. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost my father today. Especially before he gets to meet his grandchild,” she says and starts to cry harder.
A few other people start to stare, but I don’t really care. I feel like I should be upset and maybe it’s just shock, but right now the only way I’m feeling is complete. I have my wife in my arms, and I’m about to fly home to take my rightful place at the head of a Fortune 500 corporation. I’ve worked hard for this title, and the only person keeping me from it is about to be placed six feet under. It might be horrible for me to feel that way but I’m so tired of that fight.
“Shh, baby, it’s okay. I don’t want you to be upset over him. Yes he was my father and it’s sad that he’s gone, but I don’t want you to cry over him. Let’s just focus on getting back to the States and moving you in to our home together,” I say while holding Morgan tightly in my arms. I brush the hair back that is sticking to the tears on her cheeks and continue, “Plus, we have some very good news to share with our loved ones.”
Morgan lifts her face from where it was buried in my chest and gives me a soft kiss then smiles. “You’re right about that, mister. I can’t wait to see the look on Amanda’s face when I tell her our news.”
“Well you’ll get to tell her soon enough, I texted Garrett and asked him if they’d pick us up from the airport
after they get the apartment slash house stuff situated. I figured you’ve been away from your best friend long enough and would want to see her as soon as we get home anyway.”
“That’s sweet, thank you. We owe those two big time when we get back. Let’s do something really nice for them like a weekend away, or something fun like concert tickets, or both!”
“Well I’d say we probably owe them our first born, but I think I’m already a little too attached,” I say as I move one of my hands down to gently rub Morgan’s belly.
“Yeah,” Morgan says with a giggle, “Let’s just stick to concert tickets.”
Chapter 22
Morgan
“Oh my God, I’ve missed you!” Amanda screams as she throws her arms around me as we exit the airport. “How was your flight?”
“It was fine, long but uneventful, which is perfect for me. We breezed through customs, which is always a bonus,” I say.
“Yeah, I think my girl is ready to get home,” Drake says while helping Garrett lift our carry-ons into the trunk.
“We were hoping you two would be up for grabbing a drink or something to eat first so we can catch up, but if Morgan’s tired we can do that another time.” Garrett says as we climb into his car and exit the airport.
“I am pretty hungry, is that cool with you, mister?” I ask Drake, and he reaches for my hand and then reaches over Garrett’s driver’s seat to clasp his shoulder.
“What the lady wants, the lady gets,” Drake says.
“Our first double date!” Amanda squeals, and we all start to laugh as Garrett exits off the freeway towards downtown.
****
We walk into a pub not far from Drake’s house, or I guess I should say our house, and find a booth in the corner. Drake helps me out of my coat and I can see Amanda’s eyes go wide. I’m assuming it’s the sight of my baby bump that I’m no longer hiding, but as I sit down she grabs my left hand.
“Holy shit, Morgan, we really do need to catch up! Something you want to tell me?” Amanda’s ever present enthusiasm causes a few people to look up from their meals and stare, but when they realize the restaurant isn’t on fire they return back to their own conversations.
I know she is obviously talking about my wedding rings, but I figure there’s no better time like the present so with my right hand I slowly start to rub my belly and say, “Oh yeah, I know… my baby bump is really getting big isn’t it?”
“Baby? Bump? Wha…..?” Amanda says with confusion as she looks down at my belly. “You’re pregnant? I was talking about your wedding rings!”
“Oh, yeah…I’m married too,” I say with a huge smile, and Amanda throws her arms around my neck and screams. Looking up I notice that every head in the restaurant has now definitely turned towards our table.
“I leave you alone for one week and you come back pregnant and married?” She beams, and then looks over at Drake. “What did you do to my girl?” She says with a huge smile on her face as she jokingly punches his shoulder.
“I just did what I should have done the moment I saw her. I made her mine forever,” Drake says.
“Dude, you didn’t tell me she was pregnant. Congrats, man.” Garrett says, patting Drake on the back.
“Thanks, we’re really excited. We decided to tell everyone in person so that’s why I didn’t say anything over the phone. Plus I think your girl would kill me if I told you first,” Drake says with a smile, then winks at Amanda.
“Wait a minute…” Amanda says, putting the puzzle pieces together, “Are you saying you knew about the engagement and didn’t tell me? You knew about Drake and the engagement? Anything else you want to tell me?” She asks Garrett, half kidding but definitely half pissed too.
“Babe, you know why I didn’t say anything about Drake, and I only knew he had the engagement ring. Drake asked me to send it to him while they were packing up the apartment in Zurich when he asked us to bring some of Morgan’s stuff to his house. I didn’t know he had popped the question,” Garrett says as his cheeks flush a little bit. Amanda can be ruthless when she’s pissed, but she forgives easily.
“I get that, but why didn’t you tell me?” She asks, suddenly looking a little hurt.
“Bro code, sorry, I asked him not to tell,” Drake says, obviously trying to help Garrett out a little. “Plus I know how girls are, if Garrett told you, it would have never been a surprise for my girl…am I right?”
“Okay, fine,” Amanda huffs, knowing Drake is absolutely right. She puts both hands on Garrett’s face and turns it towards her so they are staring into each other’s eyes. “Are you sure there’s nothing else I need to know?”
Garrett doesn’t skip a beat, and continuing to stare directly into Amanda’s eyes, he puts his hands over hers that are still on his face and says, “Babe, I’m an open book.” Amanda lets the breath go that she was holding and smiles. Crisis averted, we can all go back to our great evening on our first ever double date.
****
The rest of the evening was fun and went without incident. Drake told the story of how he proposed, and I gushed about how he set me up with Marie for my wedding dress, then about our wedding day and all of the amazing things Drake did to make it special and for me to feel like a beautiful bride.
Amanda cries a few times while we tell our stories and fill them in on our time in St. Moritz, Zurich, and Paris, and then let them know about Drake’s dad. My pregnancy hormones topped with exhaustion from flying send me over the edge a few times as well and while we hug and cry together in the corner of our booth, Drake and Garrett simply shake their heads and shrug. It’s a good thing they are best friends as well, because they will forever be able to occupy themselves while we have our little BFF girl moments.
After dinner Garrett and Amanda drop us off at home, and before we enter the house Drake scoops me into his arms and carries me over the threshold and doesn’t put me down until we are upstairs in the bathroom.
“I think we are both a little too tired from our day for a proper bath, but knowing the way your beautiful brain works I’m sure you can’t wait to shower off the travel germs so I’ll start the shower and join you after I’ve brought our bags in.”
“I’m a lucky girl to have a husband that knows me as well as you do,” I say, and Drake turns on the faucet, adjusting it to the right temp, then helps me out of my clothes and into the shower.
When we crawl into bed I realize just how tired my body really is.
“I know we have a big day tomorrow and Gloria and I have a lot of decisions to make about my dad’s funeral, but I want to make sure you are taking good care of yourself and our baby. Today was a long day with traveling and everything else and I really don’t want you to overdo it,” Drake says as I turn over onto my side so he can spoon me and rub my belly like he loves to do so much.
“I’ll be careful. Thank you, Daddy,” I say, knowing that although he can’t see it, he knows I’m smiling.
“I mean it, Morgan, I promised to keep you and our baby safe and in doing so I need to make sure you are getting enough rest. I don’t want you to go into pre-term labor.”
“God, I love you. You are already an amazing father. Thank you for looking out for us. I promise to take it easy.”
“Thank you. I may get pre-occupied tomorrow while I deal with everything, so don’t be afraid to speak up if you need anything. You two are my top priority always.”
“You are ours too. Now, enough talking…I have other priorities that need to be taken care of,” I say as I roll over so I’m now facing Drake. He glides one of his hands from my belly down between my legs and slips a finger inside me.
“I’m here to meet your every need, Mrs. Baylor,” Drake says with a smile, and I laugh as his lips crash down on mine.
Drake
Waking up next to my beautiful wife who is carrying our child, in a bed that we can finally call ours, is better than a dream come true. Today is going to be a shitty day as I deal with my father’s death and make pla
ns for the fallout that accompanies it. It’s going to be difficult dealing with lawyers, and Gloria, and everyone else telling me how sorry they are and offering unsolicited advice as to what I need to do next.
I’m not sorry my dad is dead. I think maybe deep inside I feel like I should be, but I’m not. I also don’t need anyone’s advice. I know what needs to be done. I know how I want to live the rest of my life, and I also have a much better handle on the needs of my father’s business than he did leading up to his death. I just need to get through the funeral and the reading of his will to see what kind of future I’ll have with his company. Currently I’m unemployed as he fired me when I was in Zurich, but I’m hoping he left the company to me and not some dipshit that has no idea how to keep it afloat.
Knowing I’ll have Morgan by my side as I deal with everything that comes my way over the next few days then weeks and months as everything settles means the world to me. She gives me more peace and optimism than I’ve ever felt. She is my breath and my calm, my light and my life, and having her with me now was worth every day I spent away from her while in Zurich.
I lie here in bed with my head propped up on my hand, Morgan’s naked body pressed gently against mine, and I can’t help but touch her. She starts to stir as I glide my hands down her ribs, over her belly and back to her hips, down her leg to her knees and back again. I see her gorgeous full lips turn up into a small smile, and I brush a few locks of her strawberry blonde hair off her shoulders before pressing soft kisses down her shoulder towards her neck, landing on my favorite spot at the base of her neck just above her collar bone.
“Mmm, good morning, husband,” Morgan says with her soft, croaky, morning voice.
“Good morning, wife. How did you sleep?”
“Better than I have in ages. I love sleeping in our bed together. My body feels so relaxed.”