“Do.Not.Fucking.Cum,” I say between clenched teeth as I fuck her into the bed. Using my right hand, I grip onto her waist and use the other to force her face down into the bed. “I want them to hear you all the way in fucking Hicksville. Let them know I own you.”
The inhuman sounds that begin to leave her mouth now are music to my soul, all my insecurities about her leaving are still in the background, but right at this moment there is nothing and no one else but the two of us.
“Come for me, Cookie. Come for me.” Her pussy clamps around me and we both succumb to our passion.
Collapsing on the bed beside her, I pull her into my chest. Nuzzling my nose into her hair. “I love you. Don’t ever leave me.”
Morgan wiggles her ass against my flaccid cock, causing it to spring to life once more before giggling. “Yes, Sir.”
2
“If you don’t sit the fuck down and stop pacing, I’m going to strap your damn ass to the seat,” Taylor grumbles over the paper.
The benefit of having your own private jet, being able to move around as you please in the air. I scowl at him before returning to my pacing, “It’s been days and nothing. Minimum phone calls and maybe one or two text messages, but nothing else besides that.”
“She is helping her best friend, practically her sister, get ready for her wedding. Morgan also hasn’t been home in over a year, since she decided to stay with your needy ass until the wedding.” Taylor folds his paper and places it on his lap. He stands, calmly walking over to the bar as if my life isn’t falling apart at the seams.
“I knew I should have made her stay until I could’ve flown with her. She is probably back in Hicksville with them telling her how she is too good for me.” I storm over to the bar and pour myself a finger of whiskey, I need something to take the edge off how I am feeling.
Ever since Morgan left to go home two weeks ago, things have been different. She answered my calls and text messages when I contacted her; she knows she will get a little more than a swift swat on the butt for not answering, but something in our relationship is missing. I can’t help but feel like she is hiding something from me, something that could change everything.
I down the entire glass in one swallow. “She is hiding something from me, I know it. Taylor, I can’t go through that pain again. I don’t know if I can survive it.” I place my now empty glass on the bar and rub my chest, hoping to quell the ache that is beginning to stir in my heart.
Morgan knows my past; she knows how I was betrayed and made a fool of by the one person I thought would love me unconditionally. Is she that heartless to do the same thing to me again?
“Where are your balls at, dear cousin?” Taylor refills both of our glasses.
“Says the man who doesn’t even have the balls to tell the woman he loves how he feels,” I growl in response, grabbing my glass off the bar and heading back toward my seat.
“Careful, Theodore.” I know he must be serious; he never uses my full name. “We are thirty thousand feet in the air, if Morgan is done with you, I doubt anyone else would miss you.”
“Now who needs to grow a pair,” I mumble into my drink. “Taylor, in all honesty, something is off, I can hear it in her voice. She rushes me off the phone, at times it seems like she is just going through the motions. As if it is a chore to even bother holding a conversation with me.”
The plane begins to dip, signaling our decent. “You will know what is going on soon enough. Sit the fuck down and finish your drink.” Taylor pats me on the shoulder as he makes his way to his own seat.
I buckle my seat belt and look out of the window. As the clouds drift by I can’t help but wonder how my arrival is going to pan out. Everything has changed from when Morgan gave me a kiss and I tucked her into the town car taking her to the airport.
The biggest change is Taylor, although I love my cousin, he wasn’t originally planning to be joining us on this trip. Not only do I now have my cousin along, but the quiet nights I thought I was going to be spending with Morgan have changed as well. Taylor and I will be staying a few towns over in their local hotel, thanks to Morgan’s insistence.
On one of the rare phone calls we have shared, she informed me that there won’t be enough room for everyone at her parents’ house and since she invited him along, we would need to move to a hotel. I originally thought nothing of it, but when she sent me the reservation for one room, I discovered she had different plans than I did.
“Stop thinking so hard over there. I can see the smoke from here.” I scowl at my cousin as the wheels touch down on the ground. “Your future awaits.” Taylor has a shit-eating
grin on his face which is never a good sign.
Once the pilot taxis down the runway we come to a stop at the small airport in Shawnee, Kansas. I have no idea what the population of this place is, but the largest city is Kansas City almost two hours away by car, you can imagine where we are.
“What do they even do for fun here, anyway? I wonder why the population isn’t higher, it seems the only thing to do here is drink and fuck.” Taylor wrinkles his nose in disgust.
“You are not helping the situation. Not only is this nothing like where we’re from, but what the fuck am I even supposed to talk about with these people.” I look down at my tailored Armani suit; I don’t know the meaning of dressed down. It’s suits or sweatpants, nothing in between.
“Think about it this way. Such a big strong man as yourself won’t have any problem with cow tipping.” I shake my head at Taylor as I meander down the stairs and head to the waiting town car.
“It can’t be that bad, but this is a lot more space than we are used to,” I mumble, ducking my head as I step into the car. I’m not sure if I am trying to reassure Taylor or myself. Not only am I anxious about this trip because of Morgan’s lack of communication, but I am also meeting both her parents for the first time.
Debbie and Marcus O’Conner, high school sweethearts, born and raised in Shawnee. Never stepped foot out of the town they grew up in. I can’t blame them, as I watch the scenery go by, what in the hell do I have in common with someone like that. Not to mention they are roughly ten years older than me.
Not only am I big bad wolf that has been keeping their daughter away, but I’m closer to their age than hers. This is not going to end well. I take a deep breath, attempting to calm my nerves. Pushing all that aside, I just need to show all three of them how much Morgan means to me. Once they see that, everything else will fall into place—I hope.