An Underestimated Christmas

by Jettie Woodruff

  Again, I positioned her with only my hands, sliding her to the edge of the bed on her back. I placed her hands around her ankles again and pressed her knees out. Jesus, I could look at her in this position all day long. I hissed when my dick slid into her hot, wet pussy. My mind told her how much I loved fucking her while my eyes watched my cock glisten from her coating it with her own come.

  My eyes sternly held her gaze while I opened and slid on the condom. That’s what you want, isn’t it love? You want my cock in your ass. I could have sworn Morgan nodded, was she reading my mind? It sure as hell felt like it. After coating the condom with a squirt of lubricant, I pushed her legs back more, dripped a couple drops to her ass, and slid in a finger.

  Her muscles tightened and she squinted her eyes. I loved this part. I loved fucking her ass in this position, and I loved watching the painful pleasure on her face while I teased her. The head of my cock teased her opening and again, she tightened her sphincter. My eyes watched it all very carefully, her eyes, her trembling body spread beneath me, my cock moving slowly in, and the pleasurable pain in her expression as I moved in. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  I pulled completely out, waited for her ass to resume its normal size, and then plummeted again. I did that a few more times before holding on to her hips and forcing them into mine. I fucked her ass for as long as I could take it and then removed the condom. I jerked it with my hand a couple times, trying to decide if it was ready or not. After dipping it back into her pussy a couple times, I took a step back and pumped the hell out of my cock. Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I didn’t need words. Morgan was reading my mind. She dropped to her knees in front of me and took my cock in her hands.

  “Is this what you want, Drew? You want me to swallow your poison?” she asked in the most fucked up, erotic, raspy tone I’d ever heard come from her lips. My hips jolted when she sucked on my head, hard. Her hands cuffed my balls and my body gave way, riding out every last wave while Morgan swallowed me.

  Once the waves were ridden, I pulled her to her feet and held her tight in my arms.

  “I was wrong, Drew,” she said, muffled from the hold I had on her. I sighed a heavy breath. Now what?

  “About what?”

  “You can keep the reins in here. I’m fine with that, but I do have one condition.”

  “I didn’t plan any of that, I swear. It just went that way. What’s your condition?”

  “You can’t not talk. Oh my god. You were driving me crazy. It was like I could hear you telling me how much I wanted to suck your dick, but you wouldn’t say it. Don’t do that again. It turns me on when you tell me to do it. I’ve told you before. I don’t have complaints about what we do in here. And my condition is—”

  “Wait, wasn’t the talking thing your condition?” I teased.

  “No, well, that too. The condition is we can’t hold out on sex the next time we fight.”

  “How about we don’t do that. I don’t want to fight with you, ever. You’re the last person on earth I want to piss off.”

  “Yeah, well that’s unrealistic. You drive me too crazy not to fight with you. And I’m always going to drive you crazy; we’re going to fight. But we’re fighting fair from now on. No more buying anything unless you talk to me about it first.”

  “What about gas and Slim Jims?”

  “Gas? No, you don’t need my input for that. Slim Jims, most definitely.”

  My eyes drifted to the neon blue time. The digital numbers read one minute before midnight. One of the best days of my life. Had it not been for the next sixty seconds, I would have gone to bed a happy man with my wife in my arms. I did do that, only I wasn’t happy and I held Morgan while she sobbed, unable to understand.

  “Who in the world is calling at this time of night?” Morgan asked, sliding out of the heels. Damn, I loved her in that getup with her ass cheeks peering from red lace. She could walk around like that all day long. “It’s Nicole,” Morgan claimed with a peculiar expression.

  “Let me answer it,” I ordered. Something didn’t sit right. It was one of those eerie feelings you get when your gut tells you something isn’t right.

  “Drew, stop. I’m sure Nicole isn’t calling to talk to you,” Morgan confidently assured me. “Hey, Nicole, what’s up?”

  I knew it. With everything in me, I knew it. I was stepping to Morgan before her face ever fell, before she became speechless.

  “What’s going on, Nicole?” I asked, taking Morgan’s hand and making her sit on the bed.

  “I just got off the phone with Buff Rehab. Carlie was just found dead in her apartment.”

  “Oh god. Where’s the little girl?”

  “That’s all the details I have right now. I just wanted to let Morgan know. She has been trying to get a hold of her all day.”

  “You shouldn’t have done that. You should have waited until tomorrow,” I ordered, looking at Morgan’s white, frozen state. “You shouldn’t have told her. You should have told me, Nicole,” I yelled through the phone. Goddammit. She didn’t know how fragile Morgan was. She didn’t need this right now.

  “No, Drew, that’s where you need to get your male ego out of your ass and stop thinking you’re superior to Morgan. You don’t even know Carlie. Morgan spent ten days with her, Morgan knows things about her Carlie never told anyone else, secrets only Morgan knows. Morgan confided in her everything that she couldn’t tell you. Carlie was Morgan’s friend. Not yours. Stop trying to protect your family from the world, Drew. Let Morgan deal with life, with her own feelings, not yours. You can’t protect them from everything. Stop trying. You’re smothering them.

  “What would happen if you were suddenly taken out of the picture, Drew? Gone. Vanished. No more Drew Kelley. Could your wife pick up and move on if you were suddenly struck down by lightening? Would she even know what bank you used? What about the electric bill? Ask her who you pay the bill to. Does she know the passwords to important information? Can Morgan go right to the birth certificates, social security numbers, shot records, and everything else you shut her out of?

  “I’m sorry. This whole thing is just messed up. It none of my business, but I hope you open your eyes and get it soon, Drew. You two really are great together and I’d hate to see it end, but you’re doing more harm than good. It wouldn’t surprise me if Morgan didn’t even know her own social security number. Tell her I will call her tomorrow.”

  Not only did I have Morgan to deal with, I had this guilty cloud over my head. I wasn’t ever planning to leave her. She didn’t need to know stuff like that. Did Morgan know her own social security number? All of that had to be put on the back burner while I tried to be there for my wife.

  We sat in a hot tub of bubbles and talked. I was actually very proud of her for the way she handled it. I liked this talking thing a lot more than the calm before the storm.

  “I just can’t believe she’s gone. She promised me she would get better for Carol. What’s going to happen to her, Drew? She doesn’t really have any family. Carlie hadn’t spoken to them in nine years. I don’t even know if they know about Carlie.”

  “I don’t know, love. It’s awful.”

  “I wonder if anyone will even call her family,” Morgan questioned herself more so than me. I didn’t know the answers any more than she did, but I felt horrible for that little girl. The sudden way it happened made me think more about what Nicole had said. I once thought I’d never meet a wiser woman than Deidra, but Nicole was catching up pretty damn quickly. She didn’t give a shit about who I thought I was. She was right quick to tell me I wasn’t him, nor was I mightier than thou.

  I thought about how Morgan would go on if for some reason I didn’t come home tomorrow. Morgan talked about Carlie and all that she had told her in private. I half listened while I visualized my departure and my wife trying to figure out how to bury me. She wouldn’t even know where to start. Lists were being made in my mind while I kissed Morgan’s head and held her in my arms.

  “Do you know your social se
curity number, love?” I asked, kissing her shoulder.

  She chuckled a little. “I know Riley Murphy’s,” she admitted.

  Morgan never shed a tear until we were in bed three hours later. She cried silently in my arms and I let her without one word. After waiting for Morgan to fall asleep, I finally surrendered to my own exhaustion and slept, too.

  The sun coming from the open curtain woke me just after seven. I looked over to Morgan asleep beside me and smiled. She could hog my bed for the rest of my life. My plan was to close the curtain, piss, and then come back and wake her up with my cock. I watched it go up in smoke when I saw Nicholas on the back patio wrapped in a blanket while Dasher did his business. I smiled proudly down at him. He was such little man.

  After finding clothes and escaping quietly, I scrambled eggs and listened to Nicholas tell me about the Golden Gate Bridge—again.

  “Well, did you know that Charles Alton Ellis and Joseph Strauss designed it?” he asked, wrapping the dog leash round and around his arm. Yes. Nicky. Yes. I know who the architects are that designed the bay bridge. Hurry up, coffee.

  I walked upstairs for my laptop once both boys were seated at the bar, watching cartoons. Morgan wasn’t in bed when I quietly entered my room. I started to get it and leave when I thought I heard Morgan say something. I did hear something, but I wasn’t quite sure what it was. The handle turned in my hand and Morgan’s hand went behind her back in a flash. Fuck.

  “What are you doing, Morgan?”

  “Nothing. Jesus. Can’t I have some privacy?”

  “Yeah, to take a shit,” I countered, walking angrily toward her. What the fuck? She was doing so amazing. “What the fuck are you doing?” I asked, grabbing her wrist. She held her hand in a tight fist.

  “Drew, stop. It’s not what you think. I swear.”

  “Open your hand, Morgan,” I demanded.

  “No, I’m embarrassed.”

  “You should be embarrassed. Open it!” I demanded raising my tone just a touch. What the hell did she expect?

  Morgan took a deep breath and slowly opened her hand. My eyes went to hers and I released the death grip I had on her hand.

  “You owe me an apology.” She smirked, pushing the button on the end of the tiny little object. The silver bullet vibrated in her hand and my cock shot straight up.

  “You were masturbating?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “I don’t know. I needed a distraction. I woke up and thought about last night to keep from thinking about Carlie and it made me horny. You were already downstairs with the boys.”

  I burst out laughing and took the tool from her hand. “Bend over, I’ll take care of it for you.”

  “Drew, no. The boys will be storming in here any second.”

  I stretched my arm and locked the door. I spun her and had my dick in her pussy before she could say another word. I knew the boys would be there at any given moment. This wasn’t my first bathroom quickie around my boys. I knew I had about three minutes. I reached around her front, spread her pussy lips with my fingers, and touched her clit with the cold metal.

  Morgan moaned while I fucked her like a madman from behind. The vibrating bullet rubbed her clit hard and she was calling out at precisely the same moment as Tadpole.

  “Mommy! I have a pee,” he whined on the other side of the door.

  Morgan screamed that she was coming, shoving her ass as far back on my cock as she could go.

  “Get on your knees, Morgan,” I urged, pulling out. As soon as her lips parted, my come coated them. I slid in and dumped another load inside her mouth, sliding my cock to the back of her throat all while pretending Tadpole wasn’t right outside the door. This woman was going to be the death of me. Never a dull moment.

  “Morgan, I’m telling you, I mean, I am asking you. Please don’t get involved.”

  “I can’t believe you right now, Drew,” I alleged. “All this talk about magic and us being here because of a purpose, what was all of that? Did you just mean the magic should stay here, in this house?” I argued back. That was just like Drew. Do what I say, not what I do. Fuck that. This was a life we were talking about. A little girl that had no one else fighting for her. Seeing that little girl broke my heart into a million tiny little pieces. She may as well have been laying in that coffin with her that’s how much life she had left in her little face.

  “Morgan you can’t save the world.”

  “I don’t want to save the world, Drew. Just Carol. She’s seven,” I pleaded in a reasonable but frustrated tone. “What if it were Nicky and Tadpole? Wouldn’t you want someone to fight for them? She’s in foster care, Drew. I’m not asking you to adopt a kid. I’m asking for you to help me hire a private investigator to track down her mother’s family.”

  “Fine, Morgan. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m only worried about you. I don’t want you taking on more than you already have.”

  “So you would rather protect my feelings than save this little girl from a life of unknown hell?”

  “Well, that was below the belt. Let’s shoot real bullets,” Drew smartly replied, retrieving his phone. “Let’s go down to the library. I have a guy that I’ve used for years.”

  “Hope it’s not the one that couldn’t find me,” I countered.

  Drew laughed, but I didn’t really mean for it to be funny.

  “There you go,” Drew said, pointing to a name and phone number in the email. Wow, that was quick.

  “Call her.” I nodded behind Drew.

  “Oh no, not me. This is your baby. You want your independence, have at it,” Drew said, bobbing his head to the desk phone.

  “I can’t talk like you. You talk to people every day. Please, Drew. You do it.” Looking out to the sofa, I noticed both boys had dozed off in front of the television. The Sound of Music worked every time.

  “Sit,” Drew ordered. “You’ve got this. Square your shoulders and suck in your confidence.”

  I did just that, only no confidence entered my lungs and my straight posture did nothing to calm my nerves.

  “Hello,” a cheerful voice answered. Good. That was a plus.

  “Yes, my name is Morgan Kelley. I’m looking for May Pritchard.”

  “This is May.”

  Drew nudged me from behind when I froze again. “Um, yeah. I was calling about Carlie.”

  “Sorry, don’t know any Carlie. My Carlie died when she left me here with her dying father nine years ago. Have a good day.”

  “Wait! Mrs. Pritchard. Carlie did die.” I didn’t mean to blurt it out that way, but she didn’t really give me any choice. She was going to hang up on me. My eyes shifted to see if she was still there when the tone went silent. “Mrs. Pritchard?” I questioned, knowing she hadn’t hung up.

  “What happened to her?”

  “Drug overdose,” I honestly told her.

  “Do you need money to send the body home or what?”

  “No ma’am. She was buried just outside of Buffalo New York in a nice little cemetery. She has a little girl. She’s in foster care.”

  “She has a little girl?”

  “Yes, ma’am. She’s the cutest little thing you’ve ever seen and she’s alone and afraid. She sure could use some family right about now.”

  “I’ll be on the next flight. What’s the nearest airport?”

  I couldn’t talk anymore. Tears flooded my eyes and the emotion from that one sentence rushed over me like a tidal wave. Drew took the phone and I heaved in a sob, thanking the good lord above. Drew arranged for May to arrive at the airport that very day, via private jet.

  “Thank you,” I said, falling into Drew’s arms after he hung up.

  “No, thank you. Always be you, Morgan. Don’t back down from me. Sometimes I need you to put me in my place and demand things from me. If you wouldn’t have been so bullheaded, that little girl would have spent her life in and out of foster care. I love you so much, but sit down. I want to show you something.”
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  “The boys are asleep. Maybe you can show me later,” I teased, tracing his bottom lip with my tongue. Drew kissed me and spun me to sit.

  “This folder is kept locked in the safe. Every password to anything you would ever need is in this folder.”

  “I don’t need in your safe, Drew,” I said, looking over my shoulder. What the hell? I was happy. Christmas magic just happened and I was a part of it. I wanted to celebrate.

  “It’s our safe and you need to know this.”

  “Stop talking like you’re dying,” I said, getting up. Oh hell no. We weren’t doing this. This was a bad omen. There were certain things I didn’t need to know about. Drew did just fine taking care of the finance side of our lives.

  “This is our main checking account. I like to keep around ten thousand dollars in there at all times,” he continued after making me sit again. Grrrr. “This bank account here is the one I move money from to keep this one at ten thousand,” he explained, going from one account to the other.

  “These are our investments, but you shouldn’t need to worry about those. Chuck takes good care of our money. This here is our net worth.”

  “Damn, we have a lot of money,” I exclaimed.

  Drew snorted and kissed the top of my head. “Yes, love. We do. Everything you need to know if something happened to me is in this folder right here.”

  “Drew, stop,” I ordered for real this time. I wasn’t doing this.

  “Morgan. I need to do this. I need to make sure you’re okay. That you can jump in my shoes and be okay for these boys.”

  I made him lean against the desk with my body and tried to make him understand. “Drew, I will do this with you all day long. Not today. Not this day and not the next two days. Not until after the holidays. I want to be happy. I want to sing and dance. I want to see who can slide the furthest in sock feet. I want to read The Night Before Christmas in front of the tree and cozy fire. I want to rejoice because something magical happened. We single handedly just saved a little girl’s life. I want to be tangled in your body while we watch Christmas movies with the boys. I want to think about doing dirty things with you, not burying you. Not now. I gave you thirty days, now give me a couple,” I begged.