Underestimated Too(96)

‘Oh, why did I think that?’

I didn’t respond, I held her hand and quickly dragged her back to the ball field to retrieve the car.

We quickly showered together, dressing in record time. Morgan piled her long hair on top of her head, added makeup, and looked stunningly beautiful for a thirty minute turnaround time. I used to think Skyler wore red well. Morgan put her to shame.

Callaway was pissed, I could tell. He didn’t tolerate anyone being late, but it was his fault. I even double checked. The email said Saturday, not Friday at all. I, of course, didn’t argue that fact with him. He lightened up after talking to Morgan for a bit, something she was forbidden to do before.

I smiled over at her when she gave me a look and ordered a bowl of strawberry ice cream. We missed the entire dinner, but neither of us really cared. We were living on love. At least I was. I didn’t need food. I only needed her.

‘Drew,’ Derik spoke, nudging my arm and breaking my trance with Morgan.

‘What?’ I asked. I was still pissed at him for his little episode with Morgan. He nodded and I sat up.

‘Shit.’ I wasn’t expecting to see her there. I hadn’t seen Skyler in months. She looked right at me, smiling like I was taking her home.

‘You don’t like the wine?’ Callaway asked Morgan. I can get you something else if you’d like.

‘No, it’s okay. I think I like beer a little more than wine.’

I tightened my lips to keep from speaking. He was going to give me hell for that. I was sure. Ladies didn’t drink beer, they sipped wine. I shook my head at my unbelievable wife. Callaway had our entire table drinking beer from tall glasses. She had more control over that man than I ever did.

‘Go dance, I love this song, and I love to see you two dance together,’ Callaway persuaded. I didn’t really want to dance with Morgan. Skyler was there with her parents, staring me down.

I placed her soft hand in mine and smiled down at her, leading her to the back corner away from the gazes of Skyler. Morgan wasn’t in my arms five seconds before we were both lost in a whirlwind of emotions. I didn’t care about Skyler, Callaway, or anyone else. Morgan was all I cared about, all I wanted for the rest of my life. It’s ridiculous, I know, but I swear we were making love right there on the shiny floor.

‘Drew,’ Morgan whispered. I looked down at her, and I swear she was fighting the same thing I was. The expression on her face was the same as it was when I was making love to her. Her lips were parted slightly, her eyes were closed, and she tilted her head just like she did when I was inside her.

‘What?’ I softly responded to the corner of her lips.

‘Take me somewhere.’

‘Somewhere like where? Morgan,’ I asked, having a good feeling of what she was asking.

‘It won’t take long. It’ll be quick, I promise. All you have to do is lift my dress.’

‘You’re not wearing panties?’

‘No. Why would I? You never let me wear panties when we go out.’

I ignored the last comment. I didn’t care about what she was reflecting on at the moment. I pulled her hand and led her out a set of double doors.

‘You no come here. You go to other side. This only employees,’ spoke a boy in broken English.

I removed my wallet from the breast pocket of my jacket, held up two one hundred dollar bills, and bribed him to send us in the direction of a private room. He studied the crisp bills in my hand, snatched them, and led us down the hall.

‘You no touch nothing,’ he exclaimed.

Morgan and I both laughed, closing the door to some executive’s office in the hotel. ‘Would you like the settee, the desk, or the table,’ I asked, taking her in my arms.

‘The window.’

Fuck. I’ve never made love like that before. It was quick, not by my choice; we did have a party to get back to. Morgan placed her hands on the glass wall, overlooking Las Vegas night life, and I slid her dress up. Caressing her hips, I made my way to her wet pussy. Holy fuck, was she wet.”

Oh, my god, Drew… Okay, maybe I could still get embarrassed around Deidra.

“Keeping up the momentum with my fingers, I freed myself and slid into her. She moaned and placed her cheek against the cool glass while I moved in and out of her. We moaned together, sexy as hell emotions as we made love on top of the world. I don’t know if it was the city lights, the red dress, the sneaking in some guy’s office or what it was, but it was magical. I don’t care how cliché that sounds. It was fucking magic.”

“Kind of like the boulder?” I asked, bringing us back to the present and thinking about making love on top of the world overlooking the ocean. I’m not so sure we didn’t conceive Nicky that day.