Part 22 (2/2)
”Uh, no. My brother and his wife are expecting, and her parents are having a big get-together for the holiday. I'll see them for Christmas when they come here.”
Betsy looked overjoyed. ”Wonderful, you'll be here with us then. I was talking to Maddie the other day, and she said her folks won't be here, either. That got me thinking, and Ida and I have come up with a plan. If the weather's decent, we'd like to have the celebration outdoors and get everyone who lives on this end of Lake Sh.o.r.e to join in. It would be more fun than just eating a big meal and lying in front of the TV watching football.”
Morgan was still weary from the celebration the day before but nodded with a smile. ”That does sound like fun.”
Betsy's next question came out of the blue. ”Are you happy?”
Morgan was taken aback, but the answer was simple. She'd felt more carefree and content than she had all her adult life. ”I am.”
”I can see it,” Betsy said with a nod as she turned and went to the drink station where she poured herself a cup of coffee. ”You look so different from the night we talked.”
Morgan ran her hand over her stomach where it protruded over a pair of jeans that had grown too tight. ”Is that your way of saying I've gotten downright chubby?”
Betsy laughed as she stirred creamer into her cup. ”No, love, you're far from that. You needed a few pounds, and I see Jaclyn's cooking and care have provided that. You look healthier, but your face tells the real story. The worry lines have faded, and there's a light in your eyes.”
There were days when the loss of her father still felt acute, and she contemplated her financial future with trepidation, but then Jaclyn would unknowingly say or do something that chased the darkness away.
Betsy was clutching her cup in both hands as she joined Morgan at the counter. ”You look like a woman in love.”
Morgan blew out a breath. ”Does Jaclyn look the same way, or is it wishful thinking on my part?”
”It's no dream, darlin'. I've never seen her look at anyone the way she does you.”
Morgan smiled and looked away. She inhaled deeply as she watched the boats moving along the water picking up the remains of not-boats that had sunk. ”I'd thought things would be so different when I finally found someone who makes me feel like she does. At one time, I was the go-to girl. My brother and my friends came to me when they needed help. Now I feel like I've become some needy soul that has to be taken care of. I have no job, how am I going to contribute? How am I going to provide for her and Austin?”
Betsy put her hand on Morgan's arm. ”Look around you. Does Jaclyn look like she needs to be taken care of in that way? What she needs is someone who makes her happy. The only thing you need to provide her with is your love.” Betsy softly squeezed Morgan's arm. ”I've been around for a long time, and I've watched that girl take care of this store when she was sick. Her heart was completely broken when Augie died, and still she came in here and took care of things. What you did this morning, as simple as it may seem to you, is a very big deal to her, and your consideration is worth a lot more than any salary could provide. You need to let your guard down and let her take care of you while you do the same for her.”
”That's sage advice,” Morgan admitted as she tried to put her ego behind her. She'd lived what she thought was the good life, sipping fine wines in pricey restaurants, shopping whenever she wanted to without a care. She'd bought things on impulse like the Jeep she loved, but with all those trappings, she still longed for what she had in Jaclyn-the perfect mate.
”I told Chet that I'd make him some of my homemade biscuits this morning, so I have to go.” Betsy released her hold on Morgan. ”Take my advice, baby.”
”Thanks,” Morgan said with a smile as she watched her go. Her shoes echoed on the wood floor as she went to the drink station for a cup of coffee. The crickets chirped in their cages, and she could hear the waves the boats made lapping at the pilings beneath her. Jaclyn's world was peaceful, and The Lure was as much a part of her as Austin was. Even if a lucrative position came Morgan's way, there was no hope of asking Jaclyn to leave something that was such an integral part of her.
”I brought you breakfast,” Jaclyn said, pulling Morgan from her thoughts.
Morgan felt warmth fill her chest and spread through her body as that voice washed over her. She turned and smiled at Jaclyn, her pulse quickening at the sight. ”I seem to have a problem with your cooking.” She raised her s.h.i.+rt to show that she could no longer close the b.u.t.ton on her jeans.
Jaclyn's laugh was delightful as she set the foil-covered plate on the counter. ”Did I get you pregnant?”
”It sure looks like it,” Morgan agreed as she patted her stomach. ”How am I gonna fit the Thanksgiving dinner Betsy's planning in there?”
Jaclyn walked over and wrapped her arms around Morgan's waist. ”With everything going on, I've forgotten all about Thanksgiving. Are you saying that you'll be here?”
”Mm-hmm,” Morgan murmured against Jaclyn's lips. She grinned when Jaclyn held her tighter.
”I wasn't looking forward to the holidays. I just figured that you'd go to your brother's house, and I meant to ask you about it a dozen times, but something always came up.”
”I'll be with you for Christmas too, because Brad and Tonya are coming here.”
”You have no idea how happy that makes me,” Jaclyn said as she breathed against Morgan's neck.
”The way you're squeezing me is a good indicator.”
Jaclyn's hands roamed over the back pockets of Morgan's jeans. ”Where are the keys to the store?”
”I'd like to lie and say they're in my front pocket, but they're on the counter.” Morgan slumped when she let her go. She watched as Jaclyn picked up the keys, locked the door, and flipped the sign around. ”Are you closing?”
”For a little while, yes.” Jaclyn's smile was provocative, and Morgan felt a different kind of warmth sweep over her.
”In front of the crickets and all the windows?”
Jaclyn took her hand. ”I can a.s.sure you that the cases of beer in the storeroom won't mind a bit.”
”You randy rascal,” Morgan said as Jaclyn pushed her into the room and closed the door.
”There was so much I wanted to do to you last night, but you were so tired when we came in.” Jaclyn made quick work of the b.u.t.tons on Morgan's s.h.i.+rt and pushed her hands away when Morgan tugged on her sweats.h.i.+rt. ”I'm being a little selfish right now. You don't mind, do you?”
Morgan's mind scrambled to formulate a witty comeback, but all thought was lost when Jaclyn pushed away her bra. She closed her eyes as Jaclyn's warm mouth teased her nipples. Jaclyn was moving fast as she unzipped Morgan's jeans and pushed them down her hips while she leaned against the wall.
Jaclyn was a s.e.xy lover, vocal about what she wanted, and not the least bit timid about doing whatever she wanted. Morgan wasn't always in control, though that was her natural inclination, and she loved it. She moaned softly when Jaclyn's hand slid between her legs. Morgan wrapped one arm around Jaclyn's shoulders as she kissed her and blindly grabbed at the boxes next to her for support. Their breathing was erratic as Jaclyn worked her, the kisses bruising. Morgan turned away as she gasped and held it. The o.r.g.a.s.m was intense and left her leaning heavily into Jaclyn.
”Make me work for it next time,” Jaclyn whispered against her hair with a laugh.
”You know me by now. The second is going to come much quicker than the first.”
”I can do inventory in here until you calm down.”
Morgan stood a little straighter. ”You go ahead and see if you can count.” She tugged Jaclyn's s.h.i.+rt off, pleased to see that she'd not bothered putting on a bra. ”Are you wearing anything under these sweatpants?” she asked as she ran her hands beneath the waistband. ”And that answer would be no.”
”I got dressed in a hurry.” Jaclyn sighed as Morgan ran her mouth over her bare skin.
Morgan pulled her pants up over her hips and backed Jaclyn to where the cases of beer were stacked knee high. ”No,” she said when Jaclyn started to sit. Morgan moved her and took a seat as she jerked Jaclyn's pants to the floor. ”You will straddle me, and I'll watch you.”
Jaclyn kicked off her sneakers and stepped out of the sweatpants. ”Anything you want,” she said as she pushed Morgan onto her back.
”Anything?” Morgan asked against Jaclyn's lips when she leaned down to kiss her. ”I'll keep that in mind when we have more room to move around and a lot more privacy.”
Jaclyn laughed, then sucked in a breath between her teeth when Morgan's fingers went to work. Morgan loved the feel of her, the smell of her skin, and how wet it made Jaclyn when she touched her. She moved slowly, though Jaclyn's thrusts were insistent. She put a hand on Jaclyn's shoulder and pushed her upright. ”Yours won't happen as fast.”
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