He nuzzled my neck and began to send waves of pleasure down my spine. “Oh, Morgan, what are we going to do?”
“Be careful—especially when Deacon comes back.”
“Now that I know how good you feel inside me, it’s going to be that much worse.”
“I know, baby girl. We’ll just have to be content with the stolen moments we have together,” he replied.
“Like now?”
“Exactly like now,” he said as he scooped me up into his arms and carried me into his bedroom.
He gently set me down on the bed. Then he removed his shirt and stepped out of his shorts. Watching his muscles ripple and seeing that lean, hard body ignited the heat simmering deep in my very core. By the time he joined me on the bed and removed my clothing, I was totally wet with desire. As his strong hands began to explore my body, I forgot about Deacon and the rest of the world.
Morgan left a trail of butterfly kisses down my body. I twisted my fingers in his thick hair as he buried his head between my thighs and proceeded to slowly tongue me to ecstasy. He took my clitoris between his lips and pulled it gently, allowing it to almost slip away before sucking it again and again. I began to squirm. Then he ran his tongue from my clit down to the tender area under my asshole and back again. I raked his back with my nails as I cried out in pleasure.
“I need to feel you inside, Morgan.”
He pulled me to the end of the bed. Then he raised my legs slightly and opened them. He stared long and hard at my glistening pussy, still puffy from his ministrations, before putting my legs over his shoulders. I was half out of my mind, wanting—no, needing him inside.
Finally, he slid his rigid penis into me. I gasped as it filled me completely. Morgan circled my lips with his tongue before entering my mouth, claiming it as well. Pumping slowly at first, I felt each thrust as it further aroused my pussy, already slick with my own love juice. As my breathing turned to audible gasps, he increased his pace until we were both consumed by our desires.
While we lay together in the afterglow of our lovemaking, I asked Morgan about that afternoon.
“Were you asleep or dreaming when we made love the first time?”
“A little of both. Being with you was a constant dream,” he replied, and kissed me.
Outside, a car door slammed.
In unison we mouthed, “Deacon!”
He couldn’t find us this way! Morgan grabbed his clothes and rushed from the room while I threw something on. I had just made it into the kitchen as Deacon walked in.
“Deacon! You’re back!”
I was about to rush into his arms when I saw a beautiful woman right behind him.
“Where’s Morgan?” he asked.
“Oh, he’s around…somewhere.”
“He was supposed to keep an eye on you.”
“Oh, he has, believe me. He hardly let me out of his sight.”
“Good. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you. I see you’ve noticed Veronica.”
Noticed? As if I could have missed her.
“Kayla, there’s no other way to tell you this, so I’ll just come out and tell you straight. Veronica and I are in love,” he said in a syrupy-sounding voice that totally nauseated me.
I was still fully digesting the implication of this news when Morgan walked into the room.
“Ah, Morgan, my main man. Just the guy I was looking for.”
Morgan’s eyes skidded to mine to make sure everything was cool. He hadn’t realized what was going on yet. He asked how Deacon’s trip had gone.
“Splendid, bro,” replied Deacon, and it was then that Morgan noticed Veronica. “I want you to meet the love of my life—”
“I thought Kayla—”
“Yes, I see I have a situation here,” Deacon said, drawing Morgan and me aside.
“I’m speechless,” I said. “I thought we’d spend the rest of our lives together, Deacon.”
“I know. And I’m truly sorry, Kayla. I saw Veronica, and I just couldn’t help myself.”
I knew exactly what he meant—only I couldn’t tell him that.
“What can I say or do to make this up to you? I only want the best for you.”
I had no idea what to say to him.
Then Deacon glanced at Morgan and was silent a moment, scratching his chin.
“We’ve been together some time now. I’ve always felt you and Kayla would make a terrific couple.”
“What?” Morgan and I both said in unison.
“Sure, you would.”
“No!” I said. “Morgan can’t possibly compare to you.”
I caught an angry look on Morgan’s face. He wasn’t going to let me off lightly with that and added, “Hey! Don’t I have any say here? Kayla is probably the last woman in the world I’d want to be with.”
“Look, both of you, humor me and give it a try. It just might work out. In fact, stay here and finish out the month. Get to know one another. Enjoy yourselves on me. I already feel guilty enough.”
Morgan looked at me. “What do you say, Kayla?”
“I don’t know…”
Deacon’s eyes pleaded with me. “I’m begging you, sweetheart.”
“Oh, all right, if it’s going to make you happy.”
“How about you, Morgan?”
“If she’s willing to sacrifice and try, I guess I can, too.”
Deacon hugged both of us. “Thanks, guys. You’re the best.”
Lord, if he only knew. A moment later, Deacon had his arm draped around Veronica and they were gone.
“So I can’t compare to him, huh?” Morgan chided.
“You think I went a little overboard?”
“And how,” he replied. “Can you believe any of that? No wonder he was away so long.” Morgan flashed a grin. “Things couldn’t have worked out better for us.”
“Unbelievable,” I agreed. “A dream come true.”
“Well, what do you say? Shall we start getting to know one another?” Morgan asked.
“What a wonderful idea,” I said, smiling.
We walked back into the bedroom together.
I WAS IN LOVE WITH MY SISTER’S HUSBAND
I’d just
