“Bring your computer up next week and I’ll sort it out for you, Ms. B,” Alan chimed in.
“Is that my lovely Alan?” Anna moved her phone so Alan could say hi to their mother.
“I miss you, Louise. Anna can’t make lasagna like you do,” he pouted.
“Oh, you sure do know how to flatter a girl,” Louise laughed. “Now I talk to you all the time, let me chat with Morgan again.”
Anna handed the phone to me. “Just take it. My arm’s getting tired.”
Lucas and Alan disappeared to the pantry to get more beer and I was left talking to his mother. I smiled, hoping my nerves weren’t obvious.
Apparently they were.
“Love, I’m not going to reach through the phone and bite you. No need to look as though you’re about to cry.”
Clearly bluntness ran in the family. But Louise Bradley wasn’t rude about it. She was actually very sweet. And I felt at ease around her, my nerves disappearing almost instantly.
“Lucas tells me you work in IT,” Louise said.
I nodded, trying to keep the phone still so I didn’t give the woman motion sickness. “I do. I was hired by an IT firm here in the UK. I’m on secondment but I hope to be taken on permanently.”
“You’re clearly a very smart woman.”
“She is, Mum. Very smart,” Lucas said, coming up behind me and handing me a glass of wine.
“It’s about time you were with someone that had some brains. No offense to the others, but I often wondered how you carried on a conversation with any of them.”
“I don’t think he was with them for their conversation skills, Mum,” Anna called out from the other side of the room.
I covered my mouth so I wouldn’t laugh. Lucas nudged me. “Don’t encourage her.”
“Well, I’m coming up in a few weeks for one of Luke’s games. I hope to meet you.” I noticed how Ms. Bradley gave her son a pointed look.
Lucas kissed my temple. “You’ll meet her, Mum. Morgan’s not going anywhere.”
“ROLL OVER,” LUCASordered, panting above me.
“What? Why? This feels amazing,” I gasped. Lucas lifted my leg so that it draped over his shoulder as he thrust into me.
“Do it. Now,” he barked. I liked it when he got bossy. But only during sex. The rest of the time he could go to hell.
We were in his bed—a king sized monstrosity with black sheets and too many pillows.
After talking to his mother, the pizza showed up and Anna hadn’t been lying when she said Alan and Lucas could easily eat two pies each.
Then we played Cards Against Humanity. Alan was a little too good at that particular game. We hung out for a few hours before Lucas became antsy and said we were going to bed.
Everyone knew sleep wasn’t what he had in mind.
I flipped onto my stomach and Lucas pulled me up onto my knees. Gripping my hips he pushed inside me.
“Ahhh,” I groaned. He was so deep. He rubbed my ass, kneading the skin as he screwed my brains out.
“You feel so fucking good. God, you’re amazing. I love being inside you.” Lucas often muttered all sorts of nonsense while we had sex. He was rather chatty actually.
“I don’t want to be inside anyone else ever again. Only you, Morgan,” he rasped, pumping into me.
I tried not to take what he said too seriously. Men will say all sorts of things while getting their rocks off. But I wanted to believe him when he said things like that. When he told me I was perfect. That he wanted only me. For always.
