Meet Me (5 page)

Morgan:
lol
. It’s a deal.

Tasha
:
why is that funny?

Morgan:
Cause y
ou’re wearing a dress with no panties
and bra
.

Tasha
:
you’re…
shit, right.
God I’ve not felt like this in so long.

Morgan:
Neither have I.
Never
,
actually.
Hey
…

Tasha
:
what?

Morgan:
I need to know
something
…

Tasha
:
What

Morgan:
are you hot right now?

Hollllly
freeeeeking
cow.
Every nerve in
my body
danced as
I
closed
my
eyes and bit
my
lower lip.

Tasha
:
Not really, I’m running the AC.

Morgan:
lol
. You know what I mean.

Tasha
:
I do?

Morgan:
Do you want me…right now.

I
smiled through all the stomach flutters.

Tasha
:
Yes.

Morgan:
Good
.
I need to tell you things.

Tasha
:
Okay.

Morgan:
I want
to lick you
.
E
verywhere
.
Especially
right
where
I know you’re
hot.

Oh
shit oh shit
oh shit
.

Morgan:
T
ouch it for me
, Tasha. Please.

Oh my God.

Morgan:
S
lowly
.
R
ight on your clit.
Pretend it’s my tongue.

Oh my God.

Heart racing,
I
slid
my
hand in
my
panties to find
mys
elf soaking wet. No surprise.
I
slowly
circled
my
middle finger
over
my
clit, imagining what he said. Oh God.
So good.

I glanced
at the screen.

Morgan:
Are you doing it?

I
used
my
free
hand to type
my
Yes.

Morgan:
mmmm
, good. Will you come for me?
Right now?

I
moaned and
typed
my
yes again.

Morgan:
God, I’m so hard for you. Do you mind if I come with you?

Tasha
:
please.

Morgan:
you’re so wet, aren’t
you
.

Tasha
:
yes

Morgan:
I want you so much. Slip your finger in your sweet pussy for me.

I
did,
then
returned to rubbing
my
clit in those soft circles.

Morgan:
Are you in your bed?

Tasha
:
yes

Morgan:
do it sitting up. Hold your legs wide open for me.

Tasha
:
yes

I
did as he said, putting the computer on
my
right since
I
was left hand
ed
.

Tasha
:
I
t’s
so hot

Morgan:
And your
clit is hard.
Mmmm
Tasha…w
et your nipple with you pussy juices…make it hard like your pretty clit.

Oh God
I
loved that talk.
I
did it, feeling
my
orgasm right there already.

Morgan:
feels good
baby?

Tasha
:
yes
yes

Morgan:
My cock is so hard for you. I just want to slide it deep inside you. Do you like to be fucked hard Tasha?
Like in the book?

Tasha
:
god yes.

Morgan:
I’m going to hold your legs open wide and fuck you slowly first. But before it’s over with, your pretty tits will be bouncing when I pound into you. I want you to scream my name. I want to kiss you while you orgasm.

That was
so
it,
I
let
my
climax
have
me
, keeping
my
moans quiet out of habit, relishing in the electrical storm shuddering through
me
while imagining
Morgan’s
tongue
stroking
mine
.
Imagined those hard muscles under
my
fingers.

When it was over, tears filled
my
eyes.

Tasha
:
I wished you were holding me now

Morgan:
you had it
baby
?

Tasha
:
mmm yes.

Morgan:
then you’re wrapped in my arms and I’m kissing you softly.

I
pulled the computer back on
my
lap
with a sigh of longing
slash misery
.

Tasha
:
Saturday night at the Hol
iday Inn
. There’s a wome
n’s convention on how to be a woman after God’s heart.
Morgan
,
I’m horrible.

Morgan:
you were meant to be loved Tasha.
Cherished.
Honored.
Respected.
There’s nothing wrong with having that. It would be wrong not to.

Tasha
:
why do you care?

Morgan:
I don’t know why, I never questioned my feelings for
you,
I’m too thrilled with them to care why. I’ve never felt so much longing in my life. And I’ve ha
d many opportunities.

A pang of jealousy streaked through
me
.

Tasha
:
bet you had all the women you’ve ever wanted.

Morgan:
I could have
.
But
I’ve only been with a handful. And I know what I feel for you Tasha
, it’s driving me crazy, like I can’t really begin to live until I have you
.

Tasha
:
what are you saying
Morgan
? I have all these kids, have you lost your mind?

Morgan:
we’ll take it very slow, you know how I feel about kids,
I
love them.
Especially yours.

Oh my God, was this really happening? Could
I
really leave
my
husband and start over?
I’d
always thought no
. And
Morgan
did
seem to
l
ove my
kids
. He was faithfully attentive to every detail of their life.
I
never thought
I’d
meet another man so attentive to kids, but he was. And my God, he
wanted
me
?

Seemed impossible.
Like
a stupid dream
.

Chapter Four

“Where are you going?”
I
frowned at the endless rudeness called
my
husband as he walked through the living room with five pieces of luggage hanging off of him.

“That business trip I told you about? Sure you don’t remember.”

“What? You never told me you were going on a
business trip.
I think I’d remember something like that, maybe you’re confusing me with somebody else.”

He managed to open the door. “Or you had your nose in the computer when I told you.”

My
insides tightened into knots. “Well yes, I love my computer, it means everything to me, it even has a vibrator setting so that I can put between my legs and really have my wildest fantasies come true.”

Without even giving me the privilege of even a
look,
he shut the door with,
“Lower your voice dear. No need to hurt the children in your backslidings.”

I
fought
the urge to fly
out the door and attack him. Scratch his eyes out.
That
bastard.
Backslidings!
I
yanked the door open. “You’d know all about backslidings wouldn’t you
dear husband!
”

He didn’t even turn.

“You fucking bastard!”
I
yelled as he opened the car door.

Seeing he wasn’t going to return fire,
I
marched back into the house, slammed the door
, rattling it in its frame. I
hoped he heard it.
I
paced up and down
in the living room
then
looked at the precious
vases
he loved
on the shelf
.
I
stormed to one and hurried out the door with it. He was gone.

I
growled through the tears and slammed it on the sidewalk. Hating the shatter, hating him, hating that he’d left
me
in this fury with all these children to
pretend
.
H
ating that
I’d
have to fucking
clean
it.

Then it dawned on
me
.

I
hurried to
my
room, got the
phone
, and dialed
my
long haired
,
bearded weirdo of a husband
.
What woman could even
want
him
?
Apparently
some fat
,
hippy
kai
yay
whore
belonging to an Amish cult.
Ever since the adultery, his hair seemed to bloom from every pore
,
like the bastard was shooting up Miracle Grow.

Wow. Maybe he was fucking five of those holy harlots. 

He answered
the phone
without a word.

“What’s your fucking problem
, h
ave I pissed you off,
Jedadiah
?”

A long sigh.
Like he was tired.
Not half as tired as I
am motherfucker
.

“
You have your beloved computer, you should be happy.”

“Exactly how long will you be gone
Jed
?”

“As I told you—
”

“Ha!”
I
hacked
out
. “You did not fucking tell me shit.”

“Kee
p your voice down, the kids
don’t
need to hear your foul mouth.”

Ohhh
, ho, ho, foul
was cotton candy for what plastered
my
tongue to
my
pallet and clamped
my
jaw with a migraine force. “How long
Jeddy
?
”