Page 218 of Masters of Control

“Yes. She worries that she and your dad made you feel like you don’t matter as much to them as Cyrus does. They want to fix things with you, but they don’t know how.”

Bless Morgan and her bluntness. Sometimes, that’s what it took to get things through. She would say the things he and his parents would have talked around for ages without actually saying it out loud. Not that he knew what to do with that information.

He glanced over to where his parents were now talking to Anna’s. They were smiling and enjoying themselves. They were trying. The first steps had been made. And sometimes, taking that first step was the most important thing.

They sure as hell weren’t going to fix everything in a day or even a week, but they could make a start.

The song came to an end, transitioning to a more upbeat number. Cyrus had told him that the playlist was supposed to start with music every generation would enjoy and as the night went on, it would move to more modern tunes. Right now, it was playing a song he remembered his parents dancing to when he was a kid.

“I’m going to go ask my mom to dance,” he said. Morgan beamed up at him, which made him feel like a hero, as silly as that seemed.

“I think she’d love that.”

Morgan was correct. His mom was as thrilled to dance with him as she was during the Mother-Son dance with Cyrus. Something he’d never expected, and it made him feel on top of the world.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Asad

After a night of dancing, Asad’s feet hurt, yet he wasn’t ready for the night to be over. It had suddenly hit him that the week was over. This was his last night with Morgan. Tomorrow, they were going back to Maryland, back to Stronghold and Marquis, back to their own homes where they were just friendly acquaintances who sometimes scened and fucked.

He should have been happy about that. He didn’t want anything more involved than an occasional scene and sex.

Yet there was a part of him that wasn’t thrilled thinking about the difference between how things were now and how they would be back home. There was no stopping it, though. Soon, they’d be back at the clubs where they wouldn’t be fake girlfriend and boyfriend anymore, which meant no more hand holding, no more casual touches or kisses, no more just hanging out with Morgan or holding her or sleeping next to her.

None of which should be a problem. Those were all good things. That was how it was supposed to be.

He was not going to give any credence to the idea that the reason he was struggling with some feelings was because he and Morgan had been having sex all week. There was no such thing as a fucking magic vagina. They’d had sex in the past, both together and with other people. Hell, he’d seen her having sex with other men and had been just fine with it.

It meant nothing that the thought of her having sex with someone else now made his jaw clench.

Truth be told, this was the closest he’d ever let a woman get to him in years, but it was more of a friendship thing. Friends with benefits. He just wasn’t used to being close friends with a woman, especially a woman he was attracted to, so things were confused. That was all.

This meant they could have one last epic round of sex tonight, end things with a bang, so to speak. Then tomorrow, he’d drop her off at home, and they’d part ways. A few nights alone in his own bed, and he’d have his head back on straight. He might as well enjoy not being alone in a bed while he could.

“Weddings are exhausting,” Morgan said, yawning as Asad closed the door behind them.

“Too exhausting for one more activity?” he asked, striding up to her and pulling her against him so she could feel his erection pressing against her.

Morgan’s eyes widened with delight as she gave a little wriggle, her hands coming up to rest on his chest.

“No, I’m not too exhausted for one more activity.” Her tongue flicked out, wetting her lips. Anticipation lit her eyes. Had she thought maybe he’d be done with her now that the wedding was over?

“Oh, good. I would hate for those toys we bought to go unused.” They hadn’t touched the plug or the pussy flogger yet.

“Me, too. What do you want me to do, Sir?” Morgan squirmed against him, rubbing her breasts against his chest just under where her hands rested.

“Let’s play ‘night before the wedding,’ and you’re the virgin bride, but I’m not the groom.” Asad grinned wickedly as her lips opened in surprise.

She blinked, thinking it through for a long moment. If she wanted to do a straight scene, that was fine, but he rather thought she’d enjoy a little role play.

Hopefully, pretending to be different people would help him get out of his head.

“Okay… are you seducing me, or am I protesting?”

Raising his hand to her hair, he twirled his finger around a lock of it.

“Let’s go with seducing since we’re in a hotel room.” It was the second time she’d brought up doing a consenting non-con scene. He was definitely going to arrange something for her when they were back home. Somewhere it wouldn’t matter when she screamed, and he wouldn’t have to muffle the sound with a gag. “Though if you want to put up a ‘token protest,’ that could be fun.”