“Okay.”
The urge to kiss her is back, growing stronger and stronger, but I refrain. I know that once I do, the floodgates will open and emotions will take over, confusing us both. Instead, I kiss her gently under her ear and step away, pasting a large smile on my face.
“Morgan, today I’m going to take you and your mom out to the lake so go get ready and we’ll stop for breakfast along the way.”
Her eyes go wide and it’s another moment for her that I don’t think happens often, if at all. When she rushes down the hall, her arms are pumping in the air, either from the excitement of going to the lake or because she’s skipping school. If it were me, it’d be the latter.
“Thank you, Finn.”
“For what?” I ask, turning around to face Macey.
“For not taking her away.”
I pull Macey into my arms and kiss the top of her head. “Never, Macey. You’re her mother, her best friend and her life. Who am I to come in and disrupt what you have?”
Macey doesn’t say anything and steps out of my hold, disappearing into her bedroom. I look around her small apartment and realize that Macey has done the best she could under the circumstances.
It also dawns on me that I’m going to have to take Macey and Morgan to my father’s this morning, and I’m not sure how that is going to go over. But the more I think about what my father’s reaction might be, the more I don’t care.
I’m down the hall and opening Macey’s door without knocking. She gasps and covers her breasts as I lick my lips, remembering how they taste in my mouth.
“You could’ve knocked,” she says as I stalk toward her.
“I’ve seen every bit of you naked, Macey. Why do you hide from me?” I pull her arms away from her chest and cup her tits, placing a long wet kiss on both of them.
“Still . . .” Her sentence tapers off, her train of thought changed for a quick moment.
“I want to tell Morgan now, before we leave for the day. We have to stop at my father’s and I plan to tell him as well.”
Macey steps back and her hands go immediately into her hair, leaving her boobs out in the open and me fantasizing about fucking them.
“You can go now, we’ll be ready when you come back.”
“Macey, I want to tell her. She deserves to know.”
“Your parents didn’t want her,” she says through gritted teeth as she points at the wall.
I sigh and sit down on her bed, pulling her to me. The fact that she’s bare chested is killing the seriousness of the mood. “I can’t speak for my mother but if I could ask her, I would. I fully intend to ask my father when I see him and if he knew . . . well, fuck him. Morgan doesn’t need him in her life. And if he didn’t know, well, she’ll gain a grandfather and a step-monster who will probably want to spoil her.”
“I don’t know, Finn. It’s too risky. What if he says something to her, or me? We aren’t exactly the type he wants you to bring home.”
I have to laugh at her, mostly because I think my father’s type went out the window when he married my mother’s nurse, but who am I to judge.
“Please, for me? I know I don’t have any room to ask, but I’m not here for much longer and I don’t want shit looming. Morgan and my father need to know. Fuck, Macey, I want them to know.”
“What if he’s mean to her?”
“He won’t be. I can’t vouch for the step-monster, but my father won’t be. I promise you.” I lean forward and rest my face between her breasts and look up at her. She rolls her eyes and pushes me away.
“Is sex the only thing you think about?”
“Macey, when it comes to you I have a 24/7 hard-on. My dick is addicted to your pussy, my mouth to your tits and my hands to your body.”
“Awe, Finn, you should write cards for porn stores.” As she walks away, I swat her ass and she yelps. I have to start thinking about cleaning dirty toilets because every other vision I have leads me right back to bending Macey over and taking her from behind. The last thing I want Morgan to see is me coming out of her mother’s room with a boner.
As soon as Macey is dressed, she’s checking on Morgan while I thumb through my text messages. Lamar and Hannah are the only ones I respond to, leaving Brandy, Seth and Brady in limbo. They want to know where I am, and unfortunately for them, I’m not telling them.
When Morgan and Macey come out of her room, I stand and wait for them to come into the living room.