Laugh Like You've Never Cried (Summer Lake 5) (12 page)

She shook her head rapidly. No way could he leave now! He had her all hot, and wet, and needy.

“This is probably a really bad idea.” He planted a kiss on her lips and curled his arm around her, pulling her closer. She stared into his eyes, unable to breathe or speak as his other hand closed around her breast, teasing her with his fingertips.

“But Meggie, I don't think either of us is going to get any sleep thinking about tomorrow night.”

She nodded. She doubted it too.

“I just need you to have an idea of what it's going to be like. I need you to know what to expect.”

He took hold of the bottom of her sweatshirt and she let him pull it up and off over her head. Her T-shirt went with it. Somehow he got rid of his own T-shirt and her bra in seconds. Then she was lying facing him on her bed. He was kissing her, his hands moving over her, unfastening her jeans. She clung to him and moaned when his fingers found their way inside her panties.

“Jesus, Meggie!” He pushed her pants down and she kicked out of them. Now she was naked and the way he was looking at her made her feel beautiful, made her never want to hide her body again.

“You said it’s been a long time?”

She nodded. His hand was back between her legs, touching, stroking, making her desperate to feel him inside her. She reached for his zipper, but he shook his head.

“That's for tomorrow.”

She started to protest, but it turned into a moan as he slid a finger inside her.

As he shifted his weight onto her, she willingly opened her legs wider. She didn't know what she was supposed to be doing, all she could do was follow his lead. His mouth came down on hers, his tongue thrusting deep. She wrapped her arms around his back and held on tight as now two fingers thrust inside her.

“Relax, little one.”

She couldn't relax! Every muscle she owned was clenching in delicious anticipation. Her hips moved in time with his thrusting fingers and when his mouth came back down on hers, she let go. The heat that had been building low in her belly exploded and swept through her. She clung to him as he carried her through an amazing orgasm. He was still kissing her, still working her, and all she could do was hold on. Eventually she lay still. He lifted his head and smiled at her.

She smiled back. She couldn't believe the most handsome man she had ever met had just brought her home, undressed her, and made her come—with just his fingers!

“Are you okay?”

She nodded and reached for his zipper again. If he could do that to her with his fingers, she didn't want to have to wait another day to feel him hot and hard, deep inside her. She needed him now!

He shifted his hips away, that pained look was back on his face. “Tomorrow.”

She didn't understand. “Why? Why is this okay, but that wouldn't be?”

“Because, you haven't done this in a long time.” He rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. She was amazed at the size of the bulge in his pants. It was huge! And it felt sooo good between her legs. He held her hips and thrust up. Even through his jeans she could feel how hot and hard he was. “You're my little one, Meggie, but I think I'm going to be your
big
one.”

He pulled her down against him and she could feel that he wasn't joking. He flipped her onto her back again and kissed his way down between her breasts, over her stomach and on down. She sank her fingers in his hair and held her breath as his mouth closed over her.

“Michael!”

“Relax, Meggie. I'm going to need you to relax for me.”

She closed her eyes and tried to relax as he held her wide open and tormented her with his tongue. He slid his fingers into her and she gasped as he spread them wide, opening her up, flicking his tongue between them. Then he was sucking on her bud, taking her closer. She gasped when he pulled his hand away then started pushing at her opening with
three
fingers together. The pressure built as they slid inside, stretching her. He thrust them deeper each time, moving in and out, filling her as he sucked on her. She writhed on the bed as he thrust them still deeper. She felt as though she was full of him. She only existed as something that stretched around him, quivering and gasping until he crooked a finger and she came undone, screaming his name as she clenched around his fingers.

***

M
ichael wrapped her in his arms. It was killing him not to get out of his pants and do what he really wanted, but he couldn't. He probably shouldn't have done this much, but he hadn't been able to stay away. Once he'd known Ethan would be at his mom's tomorrow and that he'd be able to spend the night with Meggie he hadn't been able to get her out of his head. He'd been concerned. She hardly seemed like she had much experience, and she'd said it had been a long time. He'd wanted her to know what she was getting into. For all that women made out that size
did
matter, he'd frightened more than a couple away when they'd realized what they were in for with him. As Megan nestled against him, he was really, really hoping that she wouldn't scare so easy. She was so small, but she'd relaxed and let him fill her with his fingers. He just hoped that she'd be able relax enough tomorrow, let him really fill her. He shifted his hips, trying to ease the aching in his pants, fighting the need to get out of them, and inside her.

She smiled up at him. She certainly didn't look uncomfortable. “I promise I don't have any doubts.” Her little hand was reaching for his zipper again. She was determined, he'd give her that.

He caught her hand and brought it to his lips. “Don't tempt me, Meggie. I wanted to let you know what you're getting into. Give you chance to change your mind.”

She took her hand away and reached back down to the front of his pants. He closed his eyes as she stroked him through his jeans. She looked up at him with wide eyes. “That's quite a package you've got in there, Doctor Morgan.”

He smiled. “I just hope you're going to like it.”

She nodded uncertainly. “I like the idea.”

“As long as you can relax, I think you'll like the reality too.” She was still stroking him, making it hard to focus, straining his self-control as well as his pants.

“I'm sure I will.” She smiled up at him now. “It will be a new reality for me though.”

He raised an eyebrow. She wasn't saying....?

She shook her head. “Not completely new. I told you. I have had sex.” Her cheeks were pink, but she carried on. “But only with one person. We weren't very good at it. And he wasn't like you.”

He waited for her to go on. Not wanting to guess what she meant. She looked thoroughly embarrassed, and it didn't seem as if she was going to elaborate. “Wasn't like me how, Meggie?”

She stared up at him for a moment, obviously struggling. She stopped stroking him and brought her hand back up in front of her face. She made a fist, then gave him that naughty, guilty little smile as she held up a crooked pinky finger and wiggled it. “My guess would be that he wasn't even half the man you are.”

Michael had to laugh. She was completely adorable!

She smiled back at him then reached down to touch him again. “I'm not scared though. Nervous maybe, but I trust you. You make me feel good. The things you say, the things you do, you just seem to know how to make me feel good.” She kneaded at him, making him close his eyes and draw in a deep breath. “And I think that with the, err, well...the size of things, you're going to make me feel very, very good.”

He hugged her tight, silently promising her that he would make her feel better than she ever had. She seemed so naïve, and she was putting all her trust in him. He felt a real responsibility, but more than that, a real desire, to be the best she'd ever known. As he nuzzled his face into her hair, he already knew there wasn't much in her past that he had to compete with. What surprised him was the strong possessive surge that rushed through him at the thought of anyone else in her future. He hated the idea. He held her close against his chest, stunned at the realization that he wanted to
be
her future. He needed to be careful about thinking like that. He had Ethan to consider.

***

E
than squeezed his arms tight around Michael's neck as he gave him a piggy back up the path to his mom's house.

“Are you going to be okay, Dad? I keep leaving you by yourself.”

Michael grinned. “I'll be fine, little mate. Don't you worry about me. You just make sure you behave for Grandma, okay?”

Ethan hugged him. “I will, Dad. Do you want to stay too? What are you going to do?”

Michael had been wrestling with the idea of telling the little guy about Megan. It was a big deal. He hadn't allowed a woman into their life since he and Kay had divorced. But Megan was different. The whole situation was different. Ethan already knew her, and liked her. Summer Lake was too small for Michael to date her and not have Ethan hear about it somehow. Michael would would hate for him to find out that way, so he made his decision. He turned around and headed back down the path.

Ethan laughed and took hold of his ears, trying to steer him back towards the house. “Dad! You're going the wrong way!”

“I'm not, mate. We're going for a walk, so I can tell you what I'm going to be doing tonight.”

“Cool. What you doing?”

“I'm going out on a date.”

Michael nearly choked as Ethan squeezed his arms tight around his neck. “Seriously? Dad, that's awesome!” He leaned around so he could look Michael in the eye, a big cheeky grin on his face. “At least I think it's awesome. You do mean with a woman, right?”

Michael laughed. “What else would I mean?”

Ethan was laughing too. “Well, you never go out with women. I was starting to wonder if maybe after Mum you decided to turn gay!”

He swung the little guy down to the ground. They were both laughing hard now. “There's nothing wrong with being gay, mate.”

Ethan couldn't stop giggling. “I know. I didn't mean that. It's just that it wouldn't suit
you
, would it? So come on. Who are you going out with? Is it anyone I know?”

Michael grinned at him. “It is.”

“Aw, Dad! That's not fair. You have to tell me who.”

“Who do you think it might be? Who would you like it to be?”

Ethan pulled a face at him. “I don't know who it could be. It can't be anyone I would like it to be.”

Michael frowned, puzzled. “What do you mean, mate?”

“Well, when we first came here I wanted it to be Auntie Missy. But she's with Dan, and I'm glad, Dan's cool.”

Michael nodded. He could see how the idea of him and Missy together would have appealed to the kid.

“And all your other friends are married, or getting married. Auntie Em is awesome. Auntie Holly is too.” Michael tried to hide a smile as Ethan's cheeks tinged with pink. “And Laura is
hot!
But she's with Smoke and he's a pilot.”

Michael had to laugh. “But I'm a doctor.”

Ethan shook his head. “Sorry dad, it doesn't have the same cool factor as pilot.”

Michael shrugged. “Fair enough. So you're not even going to guess who it might be?”

Ethan thought about it. “I can't. I can't think of anyone else that you know.”

“Maybe she's someone you don't think I know. Say....someone from the library?”

Ethan's face lit up. “Miss Reid? Oh my God, Dad! Are you going out with Miss Reid? She's more than awesome! But how do you even know her?”

Michael laughed. “You got it, mate. I'm going out with Miss Reid. I met her at the resort this weekend.”

“And you didn't tell me? When's she coming over to ours?”

Michael stared at him. He hadn't even thought about that yet. He knew Ethan liked Megan, but hadn't known what his reaction might be to his dad going out with her.

“I dunno yet, mate. We'll have to see how it goes.”

Ethan scowled at him. “How can it go anywhere if we don't get to hang out with her?”

“Well, I kind of thought maybe I should hang out with her first, you know?”

“That's not fair! What about me?”

Michael wrapped his arms around the little guy and hugged him tight. “It's all about you, mate! I just don't want you getting used to hanging out with her if it's not going to work out between me and her.”

“Well, that's dumb!”

Michael bit back a smile. Ethan was obviously pissed off at him. “Why's it dumb? I thought it was the smart move.”

“How can it be smart? I should get to hang out with her from the beginning. Especially if you think it might not work out. It's not fair that
I
don't get to hang out with her before
you
mess it up.”

Michael laughed. “I'm not planning on messing it up. I'm trying to protect you, not leave you out.”

Ethan scowled up at him. “She likes me. We get on great.”

Wow! Michael hadn't even thought of that angle. “It's not that. I know she likes you. She already told me how great you are.”

That made him smile again. “Good. So next time, she can come to ours, right?”

Michael thought about it. “We'll see. I'll ask her.”

Ethan grinned now. “Okay. We'd better get in to Grandma's then, so you can get going. You don't want to be late. Chicks don't like it when you're late.”

“How do you know that?”

Ethan waggled his eyebrows. “You're not the only one who's not gay, Dad.”

Michael laughed out loud. “We need to talk about this.”

Ethan was already heading up to the house. “We will, but not now.
You
need to get a wriggle on.”

“Not just yet I don't. I'm not seeing her till later and I want to say hi to Uncle Gabe before I go anyway.”

Ethan ran ahead, around to the back of the house. Michael caught up with him as he let himself into the kitchen.

“Dad's going out on date!” he shouted.

As usual Michael’s parents were in the kitchen. His dad was seated in his armchair in the corner while his mom was baking. Gabe was sitting at the huge table, and laughed as Ethan burst in.

“And I take it you're happy about it?” he asked.

Ethan nodded vigorously. “I am.” He shot Michael a cheeky grin. “As long as he doesn't mess it up. Grandma, Grandma!” He ran over and wrapped his arms around her neck. “Dad's going out with Miss Reid. Isn't that cool?”