Meet Me (14 page)

Morgan held my neck, his thumbs stroking.
“Come home with me. For one hour. Please.”

“You know I can’t.” I kissed his lips tenderly. “Let me do you.”

“Do
me
?” He laughed softly, stroking my face. “Do you know that I love you?”

My heart ached. Like the words hurt worse when I couldn’t really have them.

“Marry me Tasha. Please.”

His sweet desperation made my chest tighten. “Morgan…I want to.”

“Then do it.” His voice softened with his kisses. “I can’t live without
you,
I can’t stand to think you’re there with a man who doesn’t appreciate you.”

Me either. I couldn’t stand to see
John
in fact. It was like the more in love I fell with Morgan, the more I needed to be away from
John
.
But the kids…

“Listen,” Morgan pulled away a little, taking my hand with him, “Let me rent you
that
place
.
Tell
John
you want time away from him.
That a friend is helping you out with a place while you think things through.
Tell the kids to think of it like a short vacation. I
know a place
with a pool, near a park. Yes, I’ve been shopping.” He raised one
of my hands and kissed my palm.

Wow. He made everything sound so…possible.

A short vacation…time away to get my head right…I could actually do things with the kids too…
“Okay.”
Oh my God.
Had I just said that?

Morgan went still long enough to make me worry. “Thank you.”
His tone echoed several unfamiliar emotions.
Relief…and…
something else.
“When?”

I scanned the parking lot then shook my head a little. “Not sure I’m…I’m
kinda
scared.”

“Of what?”

I nibbled my lower lip and shrugged a shoulder. “
John
is…unpredictable sometimes.”

“What? What are you saying Tasha? You’re worried he’ll hurt you?”

“I just don’t know and I don’t like not knowing
, I mean--
”

“Then get one of your friends to be there. Or just leave a note and call him!”

A thrill shot through me at the idea of not having to face him for this. He scared me at times. He’d gotten better with his temper but there were times he seemed a hair’s brea
d
th away from snapping and doing only God kn
e
w what. And what would he do if I left and he thought I was taking his kids, like his first wife did?

I’d just make sure he knew I’d never do that.
“Leaving with a note sounds good.
And calling him later.”

“And just tell the kids it’s just for a little while, that you need a break from daddy. Surely they understand by now what you put up with, I mean the ones old enough to be upset about you doing this.”

I nodded, thinking of Sam. He knew, even though he never said anything. He surely knew. I’d just convince them it was temporary. Maybe they’d enjoy the arrangement enough to be okay with leaving it that way. I’d just see
Morgan
at his home or when they were with their father. It could work. Until they
got to know Morgan really well. “Okay.” I looked at him. “I’ll figure a way to pay you back—”

Morgan silenced me with his tongue in my mouth and his hand cupping my breast. “My wife doesn’t pay for anything.” He broke the kiss and moved to my neck, sounding suddenly starved.

Butterflies tickled my stomach at the idea of being his wife.
Thoughts of all the wonderful sex and the intimacy?
Seemed insane.
And after all these miserable years of marriage, how could I
still
long for something so much? 

Morgan’s hand sliding my skirt up made me forget everything. He nudged at my inner thighs with an
open
pressure and I happily obliged. He
yanked my shirt down and sucked greedily at my breast while his finger st
roked along my still wet center. Without warning, he plunged
his finger
in deep, groaning on my nipple when I gave a sharp gasp.

“Rub yourself for me.”

His hot breath on my nipple sent shivers through me as I buried my middle and ring finger between my lips
and began to rub circles over my clit
. He fingered me mercilessly, changing from deep and flicking to rapid plunges, making me dizzy. His lips were suddenly at my mouth, kissing and whispering. “You like when I finger you like that baby?”

“Oh God, yes.”
I swirled my fingers
and
pump
ed my
hips.

“
Mmm
, you want to fuck, don’t you, you love when I fuck you?”

“Yes, yes.”

“I love nothing more than ramming my cock into you. I want to fuck you
while you lay
on your stomach with your legs opened wide
and your
arms
pinned
down
. Y
ou’d like that?”

“Oh God, yes, I’m coming, I’m coming.”

Morgan kissed me while
the mind-blowing orgasm shook me
, his tongue and lips devouring my cries of ecstasy until there was nothing but breathless whimpers and silky moans
.

“I love you Tasha,” he whispered, stroking my face. “I can’t wait to make you the happiest woman.”

I held his face and kissed him. “You already have.”

“Oh
baby, you’re crying?
Please don’t.”

“Of course I’m crying
,
that’s all I know how to do around you it seems.”

“Soon, you won’t have to cry anymore.”

“I need to do you.” My voice wailed.

“No, you don’t. Y
ou need to go home now.” He stroked the hair along my face. “Start working on that goodbye note? The house
can
be ready at the end of this week. Why don’t we plan for you to come then? When
John
is away
on one of his many business trips
and you don’t have to worry about confrontations. Okay?”

I nodded, trying hard to stop crying. “Oh gosh, I’m so
sorry,
I’m like blubbering all over you.”

“
You’re my sweetheart.” He kissed my cheek. “And soon, you’ll be my wife.”

Chapter Ten

Lois
:
Oh my God, you’re LEAVING?

Gloria
:
are you sure this is a good idea? You don’t really know him that well, think about it.
You’re doing the exact thing police say don’t do online.

Tasha
:
I
’ve already done the worst thing, I’ve met him
.
And
I know he’s sincere.

Sheri
:
Just remember serial killers are trained for that kind of conning. Be very careful.

Morgan was no serial killer. That much I knew. And he wasn’t faking his feelings.

Tasha
:
Warning heeded.

Lois
:
I’m glad to be
onest
.

Lois
:
*honest

Gloria
:
I just want you to be happy. You know that.

Tasha
:
yes, I know, thank you Gloria, I love you.

Sheri
:
Well, one thing I know the man is good at is
fucking,
I mean you had the entire hotel on edge with all those orgasms he gave you.

Heat
flooded
my
body at the memory.

Tasha
:
lol
, how true, I’m so embarrassed about that

Lois
:
there’s no shame in a good fucking honey. James did oral on me on the kitchen counter,
haha
, it was so damn good.

Sheri
:
what’d you do for him?

Gloria
:
returned the favor I’m sure. I’
m not a big orient person.
Just the taste.
Maybe if I had like Ritz crackers while doing it.

Gloria
:
oral! Stupid phone

Tasha
:
lmfao
! Gloria, I love you
! Ritz! Priceless

Lois
:
LOL, well, I did return the favor. Made him get on the counter the same way, spread his legs wide and ate that gorgeous man till he came everywhere.

Gloria
:
WOW.
In your mouth?

Lois
:
mmhm
. No crackers,
lol

Tasha
:
lmao

Sheri
:
excuse me while I go screw my husband, you girls
need to quit
light
ing
fires.

Tasha
:
I have to go.

Lois
:
yes, go write your goodbye letter, good riddance, I’m glad, I can’t lie.

Sheri
:
ttyl
I have to go grocery shopping, see you gals
tonight

Gloria
:
bye Tasha

Tasha
:
bye


****

I loaded the final bag in my mother’s car. Of course she was thrilled I was leaving. There wasn’t a family member that wouldn’t be, knowing what I put up with. The oddest
realization h
it me. I could actually celebrate Christmas this year. Oh my God, how amazing that would be. I would make sure to keep everything Christ focused, just like I’d always dreamed. I could have the kid’s friends
over,
let them stay up later than eleven on weekends. They’d love that. We could decorate for every holiday. Just needed to sell more books and increase my income. I could do it. 
John
would be so irate though.
May even try to take the kids.

Fear slithered up my spine. Then I imagined the courtroom scenario.
So you think she’s unfit because she wants to celebrate Christmas?
Arrest this man.

Ha
ha
.

“How far is it?”
Rebekah asked.

“Not far. Get your seat belt on. Hey, get that from your sister before she gouges somebody’s eyes out. Abigail, give it to Sam, right now.”

“You little
creaton
,” Sam muttered, finally managing
to take the pencil from her
.

“Sam, why do you insist on using Jiu-jitsu on your two year old sister?”

“Hey, it works.”

“You better not accidentally hurt her, I’ll kill you.”

“Mom, you can’t kill a ninja
,
” Rebekah said, seriously.

“Oh yes I can.” I
faced forward
.

My mom put the car in gear.
“
Ya
’
ll
ready?”

The car erupted with
yes
and
she
laughed. “They sound like a professional
choir.
”

“Yeah, they’re excited. Go left out the driveway and hang a right at the first light.”

The agreement was
,
I give her directions as we go so that none of the kids remembered how we got where we went.
At least for now.
Once
John
got my notes, it didn’t matter. I’d written one for the front door, telling him there was a note in the kitchen, which led to the letter in his drawer. I put them up as I left, not wanting Sam to go hunting that third one.

 
I couldn’t believe I was doing this, and yet had never been more excited in my entire life. It was like leaving a twenty year old nightmare behind.

****

Tasha
:
I can’t believe you paid for such a fancy place.

Morgan:
That’s not fancy, you’re worth much more.

Tasha
:
Well, it’s fancy for me.
Four bedrooms?
Like a dream come true and my own private bath, wow.