Adore Me (Austin Singles 3)

Never.

“Morgan, you feel so good.”

Her hips moved with mine, and it didn’t take long before she was squeezing around me, coming again.

“I’m going to come,” I whispered against her ear, spilling myself into her and wondering if this would be the time she got pregnant.

Leaning over on my elbows, I dragged in a few deep breaths as Morgan looked up at me.

“Why does it always feel like the first time?”

I rubbed my nose with hers. “I don’t know, but my goal on this trip is to get you pregnant.”

Her cheeks flushed, and she wore the most beautiful smile.

“Right now though, it’s time to get up and into a shower. We have somewhere to be at nine.”

Morgan’s smile faded as she let me help her up.

“Where?”

“It’s a surprise,” I said as I scooped her up into my arms and carried her up the winding staircase to the bathroom.

“Oh my goodness. Blake, this place is amazing.”

“It is. And it’s ours for the week.”

Setting her down in the large bathroom, I turned on the water to the shower.

“If it were up to me, we wouldn’t leave this suite. I would stay naked the entire time.”

Lifting my brows, I replied, “As tempting as that sounds, I have too many places I want to show you. Let’s get cleaned up.”

After cleaning up in record time, I slipped out of the shower while Morgan washed her hair. I wrapped the towel around my waist and walked into the bedroom. When I opened the closet, I couldn’t help the way my chest squeezed at the sight before me.

Fighting back the emotion, I reached out and touched the satin fabric. Attached to the hanger was a note. Taking it off, I read it.

Blake,

I know your mother is with you and Morgan this week, and I know she would be honored to have Morgan wear her dress. I want you to surround yourself with all the amazing memories we made up on that mountain. Take Morgan to Scoops and Hoops for their famous chocolate fudge brownies. Be sure to stop and eat at Bernies—you know how much your mother loved their hamburgers. And remember Mom’s rule: you have to eat in the hotel restaurant at least once.

I also want you and Morgan to make new memories, Son, but never forget the ones we made there as a family. Simply add to your stockpile.

Someday I hope we’ll all being heading up there with your own children to make a whole new set of memories.

Congratulations, Blake. Kiss Morgan for me.

I love you, Son.

Dad.

I folded the note and set it on the dresser next to me. Looking back at the gown, I drew in a shaking breath and closed my eyes.

“I miss you, Mom, but I know you’re here with me.”

The sound of the water turned off, alerting me that Morgan was finished. I took out my mother’s wedding dress and shut the closet doors some, hanging it over the top of one. I opened my suitcase and took out the pair of Jimmy Choos Charlie insisted I buy for Morgan. The small black pouch my father had delivered along with the wedding dress sat on the bed. I opened it and took out the pearl necklace and diamond drop earrings I had bought specifically for this day.

“There is a view from every window! I mean, everywhere I look I see—”