Meet Me (13 page)

I fixed my coffee after pleasant hellos.

“Would you like to sit?” my husband ask
ed.
Such a gentleman in front of company.

“No, I’d rather stand.”

“Are you sure? I can get another chair.”

“No, I’m fine.” I sip
ped
my coffee,
hiding behind my cup.
John
had so much concern for everybody else
’
s “things”
when
we didn’t have enough chairs to sit at the table. Nor did we have cabinet doors on much of the
lower
cabinets. Hot water leaked in the kitchen sink, so, he turned it off not wanting to waste water instead of picking up a
fifty
motherfucking
cent
washer and fixing the damn thing. Well, it wasn’t him that had to do shit in the sink with cold water. 

“I’ll be right back.” I set my coffee on the counter.

“Where you going?”
John
asked.

Really?
“To the bathroom.”

I went to the
second
bath
room
, looked at myself in the mirror then walked out and detoured to my bedroom
. Opening
the laptop
,
I let the girls in on what the hell I was suffering.

Morgan wasn’t online. Shit.

Not wanting to be hunted out, I closed the laptop and went back to the torture visit with smiles.

“Ah, there’s my beautiful wife.”

“Had some trouble in the bathroom.
Constipation.”
I picked up my coffee and hid my smile with a sip.

“That’s not good,” Joe said.

I pointed to his son.
“
C
an you tell
him
not to throw toys in the fish tank?”

He turned around in his chair. “Op. Son. Get down right now.”

What a joke to pretend like talking ever worked. His three year old never listened.
Surprisingly, Joe got up and actually went over there to take care of it. “I told you not to do this.” Joe looked at me
, carrying
the child a
way and setting him down
. “See, we don’t have stuff like this where our kids can reach it. We like to make it kid proof
so they can have fun
.”

Anger zinged through me. “You take your stove out of your house too? Cause that’s not kid friendly either but you have to teach them they can’t play with some things.”

Joe laughed once and raised his brows. “Yeah
, true
.”

John
jumped on the bandwagon. “
No,
it’s not good to leave your kids untrained. They have to learn authority from an early age.”

I
took another sip of coffee, hiding
my
smirk. Here comes a sermon on the mount. “I’ll be back,” I muttered, setting my coffee down.

John
didn’t notice as he was on stage at the moment. Good. Hoped he really got high up on his horse for a
solid t
hirty minutes.
I
didn’t bother going to the bathroom,
I
went straight to
my
room and opened the laptop.

I
clicked Morgan’s box.

“You there?”

I
waited
around for five minutes.

Morgan:
In a meeting. Meet me in an hour? Please?

Did he mean literally?

Tasha
:
On here?

Morgan:
Don’t you need anything from Wal-Mart or something?

My
heart thundered at the possibility of meeting him.

Tasha
:
I can maybe make arrangements for something like that tomorrow. But not tonight, too spur of the moment.

“Hey, you in there?”
John
called from outside the door.

Shit!
I
shut the laptop. “Yeah, changing my shirt.
Spilt on it.”

“Okay, well try and
hurry
.
”

I didn’t answer as I put on another shirt and shoved my clean one back in the drawer.

“Mom, when are they leaving?” Trevor whispered on my way to the kitchen.

“I don’t know, just keep everybody busy in the back room, I’ll let you know when the parties over.”

Trevor rolled his eyes. “I hate this. Dad always—”

I grabbed his shoulders.
“I know. Believe me. Now just go, I’ll help in the clean-up
of his little animals
.”

I arrived b
ack in the kitchen
to silence
.

“I was just telling
Joe about how you love to write,
”
John
said.

Oh brother, not that shit.
“Oh really?”
I put my coffee in the microwave to heat. “Yeah,
love me some writing
.”

“
S
he’s having a hard time balancing priorities with it
, but she’s working on that
.”

My jaw hardened.
Surely he did not.

“What are you writing?
” Joe’s wife asked.

That
holy hippie
bastard.
Fucking priorities?

“
You know,
” Joe began, “
I wrote a story once—”

“
I
’m working on a ménage scene.
”
I
turned with my heated coffee
, speaking
loud enough for
ole Joe
to hear over his
conceited
crowing. “I’ve been really struggling with
it
.
” I
flopped
my left hand
out
.
“
Should Betty Lou let Larry do her up the poop shoot while David watches
?” I
flopped
out my right hand. “O
r should David do Betty while Larry plays with his ding-a-ling?” I grinned
like you do at the punch line of a joke
then waved a hand
at their looks of shock
. “
Good Lord,
I’m kidding!”
This with a guffaw of laughter.
“As if I’d write that kind of stuff
!
I’m Christian!” I gave them my
most holier
than thou look.

“We shouldn’t talk that way in front of company.”

I regarded J
ohn’s
stern admonishment
with a light laugh. “Oh come on
Jed
, it was just a joke, I didn’t use any bad words.”

“
Natasha.
We don’t talk that way in mixed company
.
”

I shrugged
off the derogative reiteration
and hid
my snicker
behind my cup. “Fine by me
, I know you like keeping stuff like that private
. I’ll go check on my kids,
yall
don’t forget about these ones in here.”

I hurried to the back and hid with the rest of the
crew
for the final stretch of visit. If
John
had a problem with my absence, he’d have to answer why he was allowed to be a social asshole and I wasn’t.

Well that was fun.

Chapter Nine

I sat in the Wal-Mart parking lot, waiting for Morgan. I screamed at the sharp knock on the passenger window. Oh God, it was him. I hit the door lock and he got in. The smell of his cologne hit me between the legs, as did his smile. “You made it.”

I nodded.
“Yeah.
Sam is with the kids.”

“How’s his baseball coming?”

“Oh, very good, he loves it.” I gripped
the steering wheel and chewed my lip.

He
s
t
ud
ied
me
until
my heart raced. “You look beautiful.” He reached and slid a finger over my nipple, drawing
a
whimper.

“
Mmm
, you did as I said.” His gaze lowered to my legs where my skirt stopped.
“Panties?”

I shook my head, trying to calm down.

“Put your back against
the
door.”

Looking around, I did as he said.

“Show me.”

T
he
parking lot
light ten feet away cast darkness on the entire right side of his face. I opened my legs and he angled his head.

He leaned and
caressed
my
aching folds
, then stroked the
slit
between, letting his finger
barely
dip in. “You’re wet.”

My
light moan came on a breath a
t hearing his satisfied
,
knowing tone
.

He sucked his
middle
finger and returned to carefully w
ork
it inside me.
The fullness between my legs intensified at hearing
the sound his finger
teasing its way
in. Morgan let out a low hiss
, looking from my face to my pussy, as though wanting to see how hot I was.

Very hot.
I
gripped
the steering wheel with one hand and the seat with the other.

“Play with your nipples for me now. I want you to make them hard and tall, make it hot in your clit.”

Feeling drunk with desire, I pulled the elastic top down just below my breasts and began rolling
my nipples,
until they
hard
ened. My
clit
throbbed w
ith heat
now,
my moans incessant
and desperate for more
.

He turned in his seat and reached with his other hand. He nudged his index finger between my lips and found my throbbing clit.

“Yes, yes.” I wiggled my ass on the seat.

“
Mmm
, you want it?”

“Yes. I want it. Please make it hot.”

He groaned, wiggling his
other
finger deep before pulling it out and driving it back in. I threw my head back and gasped.
So good.

“I like fingering you this way. Your pussy is so wet.” He moved his finger in and out of me rapidly, moaning at the noises it made.

“Pretend my tongue is right here.”
H
e
tickled
his finger over my clit.

God, yes, I could do that.

“Damn, you look nice like this.
Squeezing my finger so tight.
”
He thrust in deep and flicked.

My head lolled against the driver window
, my
breath
coming faster
.

He scooted closer and claimed a nipple with his mouth, turning the heat up in my clit.

I arched into his mouth, feeling my orgasm.
“I’m going to come
,
”
I
cried
.

“Do it.” He sucked my nipple firmly, let it pop from his lips then strobe licked it. “I want to kiss you while you come,” he breathed, jabbing his finger rapidly in and out of me.

“I’m coming…Morgan, I’m…oh yes.”

“
Kiss me,
”
he demanded.

I
latched a hand on his neck and jerked
his lips to mine, pumping into his hand while the orgasm rocked me. I cried out in his mouth, while he moaned his encouragement, ni
pping and sucking my lips until the electrical storm subsided to whimpers.

I held his face with both hands and feasted on his lips. “I missed you.”

He slid his finger out of me, making sure to
hit my clit on the way up
. “
Me
too baby.”

Baby.
 
I loved that term of endearment from him.