“YOU GOT HOME late last night,” her father said from where he sat at the kitchen table, nursing his morning coffee. Sophia could be heard in his bedroom, packing up the few items that remained. Jacqui’s mind quickly went to her dad’s conversation at the bar, but she shook it away, not wanting to even wonder such things about Sophia and her dad. “Out with anyone I know?”
She went to the coffee and poured herself a mug. “Actually, I was at your house, watching Morgan finish getting it ready for you to move in today.”
He chuckled behind her. “Uh huh, sure that’s what you were doing. Why don’t you just come out and tell me you like the man. I can see that sappy looking smile on your face when you think about him.”
Joining him at the table, she just laughed. “I never said I didn’t like him.”
“So you do like him. Good. I like him, too.”
“Oh? Should I be jealous?”
“What? Don’t be rude. I’ll run you over with my chair.” Bert took a sip of his coffee. “I meant I like him for you. You’re happy when you’re with him and you deserve to be happy.”
Sophia stepped out of the hallway, carrying a cardboard box. “Oh, Mrs. Jacqui, I didn’t know you were up. I will get started on breakfast right away.” She hurried by them before Jacqui could stop her. Besides, she needed food if she was going to make it through the day. It was going to be more than a chaotic day of moving. It was going to be emotional as well, seeing her father move back into his own home, getting on with his life.
“Speaking of being happy, are you ready for the big move today?” She knew she needed to talk to her father about going with Morgan to Orlando, but she wasn’t exactly sure how to bring it up. How do you tell your father that you’re moving to be with a man you’ve only known for a month?
He nodded. “I am. It’s time. And to be honest, I feel better about it, seeing you so happy lately.” He offered her a smile. “He’s good for you.”
She nodded. “I think so, too.” She took a deep breath and dove in. “And that’s why I’m going to go with him to Orlando when he goes home. I want to spend time with him, get to know his family, see his home.” She watched him as she spoke, but his face was blank. She took another breath and continued. “Once he has everything worked out, he’s going to move here, to Biloxi, and keep running the Rutherford office here.” She was smiling again. “He wants to spend time with me as much as I want to spend it with him. We’re going to see what happens.”
He was silent for a moment, studying her face. She felt a little nervous under his scrutiny, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, he nodded. “How long are you going to be gone?”
She shrugged. “I don’t really know. As long as it takes, I guess. I just know I need to do this.”
“Then you do it.” He reached a hand across the table, patting hers softly. “I’m sure The Karston Foundation can survive without you for a bit and I have Sophia to help me reach the peanut butter on the top shelf. Does Morgan know what you’re planning?”
“He does. We talked it all out last night. Funny thing is, we were both planning to move to be with the other.” She laughed as she shook her head. “We hadn’t even told each other what we were thinking or that we even cared for each other that much.”
He squeezed her hand before picking his coffee cup up again. “I think it’s great. Change is good. We all need to have our lives shaken up once in a while. I’m happy for you.”
She was smiling as she nodded. “I’m happy for me, too.”
Once breakfast was over, the women began to load Jacqui and Sophia’s car with boxes and clothes. At least, they weren’t moving furniture, Jacqui thought. Her back was having a hard enough time just lifting the boxes. It wasn’t long before she was regretting not hiring movers to do it for them.
As she stepped out onto her front patio with another box in her arms, she saw Morgan’s truck pulling up. She let out a sigh of relief, and then she found herself smiling as she watched him step out of his truck and knew it was not simply because he was there to help. She had been looking forward to seeing him again, especially after the night they spent together last night. She could still feel him between her legs, the softness of his kisses on her flesh, the weight of his body as it pressed down upon her, claiming her. The memory alone was enough to stir the honey of her passion.
He approached as she set the box in the back of her car and took her in his arms, kissing her, his lips a welcome warmth she’d missed. Pulling away, he glanced at the open car doors and the boxes stacked in the seats. “Seems I’m a little late to the party.”
She laughed as she hugged him. “And yet, there is so much more to do.”
“Ah…so, my timing isn’t as great as I thought, after all.” He let out a dramatic sigh, making her giggle as she laid her head on his chest.
“I told my father about our plans. Surprisingly, he’s completely okay with it. He says he’s happy for us and I do believe he said he even likes you.”
Morgan wrapped an arm around her waist as he escorted her back inside. “It’s the cigars and whiskey. It works every time.”
She could only laugh as they passed through the entrance to her home, which all too soon would be too quiet.
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It took another hour to load up all the vehicles and then another to unload them. Jacqui had told Sophia to set up her own room; that she would take care of her father’s. Morgan helped move furniture around, giving the place a new look, as well as making it easier for Bert to maneuver in his wheelchair. Lunch was ordered and everyone took a break, sitting around the table, enjoying sub sandwiches and beers. The conversation was light, staying away from the fact that when Jacqui left today, her father would not be going with her. They also avoided the topic of Jacqui going with Morgan in a couple of months to Orlando and, instead, chit-chatted about the upcoming groundbreaking and how Bert wanted to paint the interior of his house. Morgan volunteered to help with the labor, of course.
By four o’clock, everything was where it was supposed to be and Jacqui’s back was killing her. It was time to go home.
She gave Sophia a card to use to pay for her father’s needs—food, clothing, and now cigars—and told the woman to call her at any hour if something were to go wrong.
“What in the hell can go wrong?” Bert just shook his head. “You think my wheelchair is going to get a flat and I’ll be stranded on the side of the bathroom or something? Sophia’s been taking care of me for the past year. I think she has it covered.”
Jacqui leaned down and kissed his cheek. “I’m your daughter. I’m allowed to worry about you.”
He hugged her. “It’s my job to worry about you, not the other way around. Now, go, have some fun tonight and don’t worry about me.”
She returned his hug and then made sure Sophia had heard her and ignored her father. Morgan wished Sophia and Bert, both, a good night and followed Jacqui out to her car. Taking her keys from her, he unlocked her car door and then opened it for her. She watched, a smile on her face, as he turned back to face her. It had been too long since someone treated her like such a lady. Stepping into the space between Morgan and the open door, she leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Thank you for your help today.”
He draped his arms over the top of her car door and leaned over a little, smiling at her. “My pleasure. Now, what are we going to do with this Saturday night.”
Draping her arms alongside his, she grinned up at him. “I have a bottle of wine back at my place.”
He returned her grin. “I like how you think, Mrs. Karston. I’ll meet you back at your house. I brought a change of clothes, if you don’t mind me taking a quick shower at your place. I would imagine in a couple of hours this sweat is not going to be an aroma we want lingering around.”
“No, I don’t imagine it would. A shower sounds great, right about now.”
He took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles. “See you soon.”
“Can’t wait.” She bit her bottom lip as she bounced her eyebrows up and down.
The drive home seemed to take forever. She found herself frustrated at every red light and each idiot that pulled out in front of her and then decided to slow way down. Gripping the steering wheel, she fought the urge to scream. She pictured Morgan as he helped carry boxes from the cars to the inside of the house, his biceps bulging, his jeans tight over his ass and thighs, muscles visibly rippling underneath his clothing. She had a hard time focusing on the projects that needed to be finished, because she had a hard time taking her eyes off of him. She had not been so caught up in anyone like this since…well, since Marc. Glancing up in the rearview mirror, she saw Morgan behind her. She smiled, looking forward to being alone with him and not feeling the guilt she felt for so long.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Following her into the house, Morgan couldn’t keep his eyes off the way her ass swayed as she walked. Her jeans were snug, cupping her firm cheeks, making his hands jealous. He remembered the way she felt in his arms last night, the warmth of her body under him. He smiled as he remembered her little whimpers when her orgasm hit her, her fingers clawing at his back. God, how he wanted to feel her legs wrapped around him again.
She locked the door behind them, then proceeded to the kitchen where she dropped her purse and keys. “How about some wine before that shower?” she asked.
He leaned closer to her. “Sounds perfect to me.”
He watched as she pulled two wine glasses out of the cabinet and a bottle of wine from the stand behind her. He could watch her move all day, the way her body just seemed to flow with each movement.
“Would you open it?” She noticed him watching her then and cocked her head at him, her brows bunched up in her own question mark. “What?”
“Just enjoying the way you look.”
“Ha! I look a mess.”
He stepped up to her, kissing her nose. “An adorable mess,” he said as he took the wine bottle from her. “You know, I have a great idea.”
Her eyebrows arched, her eyes wide with suspicion. “That sounds ominous.”
He just grinned at her. “Not at all. I was thinking perhaps we should take a shower together. I’ll wash your back; you wash mine.”
He felt her arms wrap around him. “It would save on water.”
“Exactly. And we really should do our part for conservation.”
She smiled up at him, one corner of her mouth higher than the other. She took his hand and led him through the house toward the master bedroom. At first, he was surprised, remembering Bert’s words a few days ago about how she had not slept in her own room since her husband died, but the look on her face assured him she was past that and ready to move on to the next chapter of her life.
In the bathroom, she laid out two towels and turned the water on to heat up. As the sound of the jet spray hitting the tile shower floor filled the small room, she turned to him with a gentle smile on her face and just stood there, waiting. He smiled at what she was offering as he stepped closer, his hands touching the sides of her face. Leaning in, he kissed her, her breath warm on his face, the taste of her warming his desire.
He lifted her shirt, peeling it from her body, taking his time to strip her out of her clothes. Her bra was next, landing on the floor beside her shirt, and before he rushed to remove her pants, he took his time to cup each breast, running his thumb over the sensitive nubs as they shriveled and hardened at his touch. He felt her body tense as a moan escaped her lips, her eyes closed as she gave herself over to his caresses. Leaning down, he took the small pearl of flesh into his mouth, running his tongue over it, tasting the salt of her body as he squeezed her to him. He felt her hands on the back of his head, holding him to her.
Then it was her pants, followed by her panties, and she stood there naked before him. He soaked in her exquisite body, his cock already hard at the sight of her, as she waited for whatever he wanted. He wanted her.
He peeled his shirt off, tossing it on the floor with the rest of the discarded clothing, and then quickly stripped out of his pants and boxers. He gripped her waist and pulled her naked body to his, pressing them tight together. Her body was warm, yet, he could tell she was feeling a slight chill. Kissing her neck, he then motioned toward the waiting shower. Together, they stepped inside, the hot water beating down upon their bodies as they kept running their hands over each other. He couldn’t get enough of her as he leaned his mouth back down to her swollen nipple, gliding his hands up her thighs until he could feel her sex with his fingertips. Her moan echoed off the tile walls as he slid two fingers into her sweet passage, her honey coating his fingers and mixing with the water that streamed down her legs.
The water beat down upon them, massaging their bodies as they caressed and stroked each other. He felt her hand on his manhood, gripping it, stroking it to life, as her other hand wrapped around his shoulder, bracing herself as he pumped his fingers in and out of her sex. Her back was against the wall, the water pounding her chest into a deep red.
“Please, Morgan. Please.” Her voice was a series of raspy gasps as he continued to finger-fuck her, nibbling at her ear lobe as the hot water streamed over their heads and down their bodies. “Morgan!” She tightened her grip on his cock, pulling it toward her craving pussy.
He pulled his fingers from her wetness, growling as he gripped her ass and lifted her into the air, her back pressed against the wet wall. With his fingers digging into her flesh, he slammed his cock all the way into her, her cries bouncing off the walls as his balls slapped her ass. One of her hands braced against the tile, the other wrapped around his neck as she ground her pussy against his thrusting cock. He drove into her again and again, her juices mixing with the shower, his muscles rippling as he held her against the wall.
“Yes!” Her cries rang in his ears. “Oh god, Morgan.” He felt her body tighten and then shudder, as her orgasm ripped through her, her entire body trembling in his arms as he gripped her. She dug her fingernails into his back, her body arching backwards as her head pushed against the tile, her whole body overcome with the sensations.
Her passage milked his cock, sucking it deeper into her as he continued to thrust in and out, his own body surrendering to the wave of passion. He felt his cock throb, felt the explosion that filled her with his passion as he gripped her even tighter, his face in the crook of her neck.
As the fire that burned through them started to subside, the flames satisfied with their release, their breathing became heavy gasps of satisfaction. He felt his muscles start to give and lowered Jacqui to the tile floor, her arm still wrapped around his neck. As he leaned back, wiping the water from his eyes, he saw her smiling up at him. Placing her hand against his cheek, she whispered, “I am so glad you came into my life.”
He grinned down at her. “Yeah. Thanks for hiring me.” He winked at her as she giggled.
“Best money ever spent.”
He laughed as he took her back in his arms and squeezed her to him. She fit perfectly and he never wanted to let go. He didn’t think he could. This was worth growing up for and he had every intention of doing it right.
As the water started to fade from scalding to lukewarm, he felt her hand slide down between his legs and lightly caress his cock again. “I don’t think you’re going to be needing that change of clothes tonight.”