Part 39 (1/2)

”I can't.”

”Don't you think I have a right to know, Drew? Do you have any idea what it is like to wake up every day not knowing where you came from?”

”You have a right to know, but I don't want you to know.”

”Because it would hurt me?” I asked, quietly.

”Yes, Morgan. It would.”

I drank the rest of my beer in the next drink. ”Then don't tell me,” I said. I didn't want to know. I was afraid it would ruin what Drew and I had. I didn't want that.

The waitress came back, and I ordered for us.

”One basket of ribs, an order of jalapeno poppers, and two more beers,” I said, handing her back the menu.

Drew only stared with a confused look. I knew he was fighting his own demons.

”Drew, let's just forget it, okay?” I said, trying to ease his trepidation.

”I'm afraid of losing you,” he admitted. I smiled a warm smile.

”Don't be. I'm not going anywhere. Do you know why I'm not going anywhere?” I asked as our beers were brought to us. I waited for her to walk away. ”Because I am so madly in love with you, I couldn't imagine not having you in my life.”

He smiled. ”You love me?”

”A little,” I teased.

”Well, if it's any consolation, I love you a little too.”

I laughed, even though I wasn't laughing on the inside. We had just said I love you to each other, sort of.

I ate one of the eight ribs and Drew ate seven of them. He loved them. We drove back the five miles to the house and picked up Marta to drive my car home. I tried to tell Drew I wasn't that drunk, and I would follow him, but he wouldn't hear of it. Marta rode with us and drove it home.

I was stripping clothes as soon as his our bedroom door was closed.

”I think I like you drunk,” Drew teased, removing his own clothes.

”I think we have a new toy that we have not tried out yet,” I teased, kissing his chest and shoulder. He got serious, and I wasn't sure what it was about.

”We don't have to do that, Morgan. I'm happy just making love to you.”

I shoved my tongue into his mouth. ”You've have an obsession with my a.s.s the whole four months that I remember knowing you, now all of a sudden you're not interested? I don't think so. Put it on,” I demanded.

He smiled moving me back to the bed. I scooted up on my elbows and waited for him to come back with the contraption.

”Spread your legs,” he whispered, in that d.a.m.ned s.e.xy raspy voice as he toed off his sneakers and removed his jeans.

No...Problem...

I lay there exposed, propped on my elbows while I watched him figure out how to slide the device up his rock hard shaft. Drew never took his eyes from my unprotected body, lying on top of his covers. Once he had the new toy securely in place. He stroked himself.

Holy mother f.u.c.ker...

I thought I was going to o.r.g.a.s.m just watching him.

”Slide to the edge of the bed,” he rasped. I did.

He moved my legs up so that he could watch and guide the k.n.o.bby ruse into my a.s.s. He was longer, and I felt him move into my wet p.u.s.s.y first, and then I felt the penetration sliding into my a.s.s. I moaned as he held my arms to the bed. I moaned louder as he began to move in and out of me, and then ridiculously loud when the third part of the new toy came in contact with my c.l.i.toris with every thrust.

I didn't feel at all used or abused. It was hot as h.e.l.l, something that we were sharing together. I had to keep my eyes focused on his face. Every time I closed my eyes I was taken to a dark Drew, one that was angry and made me do things that I didn't want to do. I didn't dwell on it. I wanted to stay right there in that moment with Drew. He didn't have that look on his face. It was pure rapture, like he was tuned into me and nothing else. The faster he went the more I felt myself losing control.

”Drew, can I come?” I panted. He stopped.

”Don't you ever ask me that again. I am trying my d.a.m.nedest to make you come.”

I smiled, and he began to move again. I was spent and sent spiraling into a whirlwind o.r.g.a.s.m. As soon as I was coherent Drew pulled out and removed the device.

He lifted my legs higher and slid into my a.s.s with a moan.

He pumped hard in and out of me while his thumb kept my c.l.i.toris happy. We climaxed together, and he fell to my body, out of breath and panting.

I ran my hand up his damp back and sweaty hair.

”You're hot,” I said.

”You're hot,” he retorted, kissing my nose. ”Let's go shower,” he suggested.

”Let's not. Let's go get in the pool,” I countered.

Drew started to protest, but didn't. He pulled me up and kissed me before turning to grab his shorts. I pulled them out of his hand.

”Not with clothes,” I warned with a smile. I opened the door and walked out, down the long hall toward the pool.

”Morgan!” he called after my naked behind in a loud whisper. ”Marta is here.”

I didn't answer and only gave him a s.e.xy smile as I flipped my hair.

I walked down the pool steps and had to laugh at Drew covering himself and speedily walking after me.

As soon as he was in the water, I had my arms and legs wrapped around him. He held me tight to him and walked us out to about four feet. I let go of my hold around his neck and laid back, dipping my hair in the water. He ran the palm of his hand down my chest and brushed my nipple with his thumb.

I pulled myself back up to him, and we kissed.

”I love you, Morgan,” Drew whispered to my lips.

”I hope so, we've been married for eight years,” I teased. He wasn't laughing.

”I mean it, Morgan. I love you more than I ever thought possible, and no matter what happens, I am telling you now, how sorry I am while you love me too.”

”Don't, Drew.” I begged. I wanted him to stop. I didn't want to know anymore. I didn't care about what I didn't remember. I hoped that I never remembered.