Just for Fun (25 page)

She nodded and moved over for him to join her on the bed. The moment he lay back, she climbed on. “Condom?”

“Bedside table.”

She leaned to retrieve one and put it on as he linked his hands behind his head. He was going to make her work for this. She was going to do him. She’d shown up here, this was what she claimed to want,
all
she claimed to want. So she could have it.

And if she left a twenty on the bedside table, he’d fucking spend every last dime.

Screw it. He was weak. If this was how she wanted this to be, he didn’t think he could keep saying no.

He could say no to the gifts. But he couldn’t say no to her. Not when she came to his house, sat at his table as if she fully belonged and made his dad smile.

Eventually she would leave and he could have his balls back then.

Morgan took his erection and positioned it so she could take him in as she lowered herself over him.

He had to grip his fingers together as he slid into her. The tight heat sucked at him, the intensity growing as she took him deeper and deeper. Finally he was fully sheathed in her and she just sat for a moment, her eyes closed, her breathing shallow and quick.

“Morg…”

Then she started to move.

Dooley thought he was going to die.

His body
needed
her like it needed water. More than it needed water.

He wanted desperately to take over the rhythm, the depth of the thrusts. But part of him needed to watch and feel her do it.

She looked gorgeous. Her breasts bounced, her lower lip was pulled between her teeth, her hands were braced on his chest as she moved her hips up and down. Then she leaned back. She sat upright and her hands moved to her breasts. She closed her eyes and started playing with her nipples as her hips moved.

Dooley knew he was going to die.

But he’d have the biggest smile in Heaven.

Morgan started making those moaning sounds that indicated she was feeling the beginnings of an orgasm.

“Your clit,” he rasped as he finally gave up. His hands came from behind his head to her hips and he thrust up hard. “Do it, Morgan.”

Her eyes slid open and she looked like she was having a hard time focusing.

“Touch your clit, Morgan,” he groaned.

Her eyes locked on his as she put her middle finger in her mouth, wetting it, then slid it into her folds, circling over her clit as he slammed his hips up into her.

In the midst of having her, of fucking her, he still
wanted
her more than he could remember wanting anything.

He felt her muscles begin to tighten around him, the waves small at first and building. Her breathing and gasps matched and he gripped her ass, moving her up and down, grinding against her, then lifting her again, before thrusting hard again and again.

Finally her muscles grabbed him and wouldn’t let go and he felt the orgasm tighten in his balls and then erupt upward and into her.

“
Morgan
,” was all he could say.

But it was all he needed to say.

Chapter Eight

Thirty minutes later he was still holding her. She’d slumped forward, resting her head on his chest. He was still inside her and her body fit against his perfectly. He wanted this to last. Forever.

If only there wasn’t a real world. If only there weren’t two different real worlds—hers and his.

In fact, part of his real world would likely be back soon. Dessert didn’t take that long.

Yes, Morgan had come here tonight. Yes, she now knew some of what his real world looked like and she obviously hadn’t run screaming from the house. And yes, she was comfortable right now and he knew she’d had a good time.

But his real world consisted of loading and unloading a wheelchair whenever they went anywhere, doing laundry and grocery shopping, balancing a checkbook that at times didn’t allow many extras, and working a job that involved picking pieces of people off the pavement when they decided not to wear a seatbelt. Things like that. Not glamour, not luxury.

It wouldn’t take more than one time for her to realize spending the night was about a lot more than sleeping and sex. If Senior needed the bathroom in the night, Dooley would have to take him. There would be no sleeping in or breakfast in bed. He was up, or just getting home, in time for his nieces to come over so his sister could get to work. He fed the girls and his dad, got the girls ready and on the school bus, then helped his dad shower and get dressed for the day. It was chaos, pure and simple. He loved it.

Being with him meant being with all of them too.

Morgan hadn’t signed up for that.

Besides, if he was gone all the time, jetting to California with Morgan, what would his dad and the girls do? Morgan hadn’t promised any perks for them.

Worst of all, not only would he want her
in
his life, he’d want to be more than the guy on her arm at social functions and warming her bed in the hotel. He’d want it all.

And that wasn’t what she was offering.

“Morgan. Sugar. Time to get up.”

She squirmed against him, her breasts against his stomach. “Don’t wanna get up,” she mumbled.

He cupped her head, rubbing her hair. “Kevin’s probably already eaten two pieces of pie for me. Not sure he’s willing to go three.”

“Okay.” She slid to the side, then sat up next to him on the bed, moving her hair away from her face. “I guess I know the answer to the question of you coming to my house for the night.”

“Things are…complicated,” he said.

“I know.” She nodded. “Why didn’t you tell me about your dad and your situation?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Not a great first date conversation, you know?”

“I told you about my mom and dad.”

She had and it had explained a lot. “I don’t know,” he finally answered. “I guess I’m used to keeping that separate from my…”

“Social life?” she supplied when he trailed off.

He gave her a half smile. “Yeah, my social life.”

“I like Kevin and your dad,” she said.

He was sure the feeling was more than mutual. Talk about complicated. “They’re the best,” he agreed. He wouldn’t trade either one of them for anything. But he was sure in the next few days he was going to want to. If they liked Morgan and if she’d said anything to them about wanting to continue seeing him, they were never going to shut up about it. His dad could be very assertive—and annoying—even without the full power of speech.

“I get that they’re your life. Girls are on the side, right? A necessary evil?”

That got a full smile. “Right.”

He liked dating. He liked spending time with women. They smelled good, he never needed to make them breakfast, if they were in the shower together the soaping went both ways, and if he couldn’t be there for them he just said sorry. He also enjoyed talking to people who didn’t already know everything about him and who had some stories he’d never heard before.

But he’d never believed he would have someone permanently in his life.

He didn’t consider his dad a burden. Or his sisters, his nieces, his friends or all the other people he’d collected over the years. He loved every one of them. And they didn’t
just
need him. They made him laugh, they loved him, they listened to him, they cared about every detail of his life.

But—and until that moment he wasn’t sure he’d ever completely realized it—he didn’t combine his dating life with his home life for the simple reason that sometimes he needed a break and dating provided that.

“What about your mom?” she asked, running her hand up and down his arm.

He stared at her. No woman had ever asked about his mom. Or his dad. Or anything that personal. They didn’t get that far. Now Morgan had played cards and eaten dinner with his dad. How would it feel to tell her everything?

He hadn’t told anyone this story in a long time. He’d never told Sam, Ben or Mac. Kevin was the last one he’d opened up to and it had been years ago, after Kevin had forced him to tell. For the most part, all of this was a secret he kept from everyone. He didn’t want to talk about it.

But he wanted to tell Morgan.

Fuck.

“Mom left Dad after the stroke. After he lost his company technically. His partner stole the business from under him while Dad was in the hospital recovering. His partner had been his best friend for years, so there were no provisions anywhere for what would happen if one of them couldn’t do his job for an extended period of time, or permanently. The stroke was massive and the doctors didn’t expect Dad to recover to the point of being able to make major decisions. So his partner convinced the Board Dad was incapacitated. Dad basically lost everything overnight. Mom couldn’t handle it, so she left.”

Morgan’s hand had frozen on his shoulder. “Wow. Doug, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah. It sucked.” It had been eleven years and he only spoke to his mother when she called on his birthday and Christmas. His sisters stayed more in touch, with the girls and all, but Dooley had a hard time forgiving her selfishness.

He shifted uncomfortably on the bed. He didn’t like talking about this and it certainly wasn’t perfect post-coital conversation, but he still found himself saying, “I think it was combination of things that made her leave. She wasn’t really the nurturing type, so the idea of taking care of Dad freaked her out, I’m sure,” he said. “But it was also…” He sighed. “We had money.”

Morgan just raised an eyebrow.

He wet his lips. “Dad was worth millions—literally—at the time of his stroke. I grew up with the best of everything. Limos and tuxedos and Egyptian cotton sheets aren’t exactly new to me.”

Morgan’s other eyebrow went up, but she said nothing.

“Losing his business and his wife all at once did a number on him.” Dooley chuckled slightly at the understatement. “It was a major lifestyle adjustment for all of us. It took us some time to figure things out—like how to actually live on a budget and that instant gratification was no longer an option. But,” he lifted a shoulder, “we made it. It works now. And Dad’s doing well.”

There were several seconds of silence and Dooley wondered what was going through Morgan’s mind.

“That’s what you meant when you said you’ve been in my world,” she said. “On the plane when we were leaving Chicago.”

Yeah, when he’d stupidly said—and tried to believe—that he didn’t want any part of her world.

He nodded.

“And why you can talk business so confidently, and how you thought to send your suit jacket ahead in case you needed it, and why you weren’t overly impressed with the Britton hotel.”

He gave her a smile. “I was impressed with the hotel.”

“Okay, you weren’t…surprised. You took it all in stride.”

Dooley ran his hand over her bare leg. “I’ve learned that no matter how much glitter you put on the surface, it’s still just on the surface,” he said.

“Which is why you were so insistent about making me believe things can go wrong, even with the most stable company.”

He sighed. He knew he’d been overly serious and cynical during that conversation. He tried not to be. Things had worked out for him and his family. His dad was alive and healthy, his sisters were happy. They were richer now in so many ways than they had before his father’s stroke. “I’ve just learned that no matter how much you plan and work and even succeed, you never know for sure what’s going to happen.”

“Ain’t that the truth.”

At her soft statement, Dooley looked up at her. He was naked in bed with the sexiest woman he’d ever met and he was talking about the most frustrating and depressing time in his life. Something about the smile she gave him, or the look in her eyes, or something, made him feel like she really did get it. And that made him way happier than it should have.

“Though meeting you and your dad certainly hasn’t convinced me that all of the unplanned things that happen are bad things.” She smiled softly and brushed her hand over his head in the most affectionate gesture a woman had ever made toward him.

He had to swallow hard. “No. There are some very good unplanned things that have happened to me.”

Like her. Most definitely her.

“But I understand,” she said, moving to the side of the bed and reaching for the trench coat he’d noticed over the chair. She shrugged into it. “You have a lot going on here.”

“I do. I really, really do.”

“I see why you said no to the idea of traveling with me.” She slid her arms into the coat and tied the belt at her waist.

He opened his mouth to agree, then realized that wasn’t why he’d said no. At least it wasn’t the whole reason. It would take some juggling to make it happen, but it wasn’t impossible. Instead, he’d said no because that was all she wanted.

He didn’t want to travel with her because he didn’t want to
just
travel with her.

Dammit.

“I’m glad you understand.” She didn’t need to understand it all. She just needed to leave it alone.

“I do.” Morgan leaned over and kissed him. “But I still want to see you again. Will you please come to the party at the Britton on Friday? It’s our three year anniversary celebration.”

Of course, she needed a date.

She understood his life, she knew more about him than any woman ever had other than his sisters. And all she wanted was a date to a party.

She hadn’t even argued about not spending the night.

She was probably even more certain that all she wanted was a date now that she knew more about his life.

Okay, she thought she knew what she wanted? She thought this was how it should be? Fine.

More annoyed and maybe even a little hurt, he tried to sound casual even as he said, “I’m going to need a suit for that for sure.”

“Yes, it will be formal.” She picked up her purse.

“I’m sure I don’t have a suit nice enough.” He put his hands behind his head and watched her.

She paused and looked at him. “Um, yes. A new suit is a great idea. Why don’t you go down to Henry’s downtown? I’ll take care of it.”

She’d “take care of it”? She’d just call Henry up and say “whatever my guy wants”? As long as he was dressed appropriately and showed up, that’s all she cared about? “Great. I’ll call Henry tomorrow.”