THE CRAZY GOOD SERIES - Rachel Robinson Page 0,199

Morganna whispers.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Morganna

“DADDY, I TOLD you he’s going the speed limit. We’ll be there in time for dinner,” I say into my phone. I listen to him prattle on about how excited he is that I’m coming home with Steven. He also asks where I’ll be staying the night. Obviously, unmarried, good southern girls stay at their parents’ house, but if Steven wants to stay at our house he can. Just in a spare bedroom.

I sigh away from the mouthpiece and glance at my wildly hot driver. We took my car because I convinced him it would be more comfortable and gas efficient for the trip. The back seat and the trunk are loaded down with gifts and our numerous bags. It feels like a real holiday for the first time since…Stone. He would want this, I think. My happiness and the fact that I may finally be moving on. The hesitance is still there, of course, because after this vacation Steven is deploying. Again. The lump that usually forms in my throat resides in my stomach as well.

“He’s an exceptionally safe driver,” I answer my overprotective daddy’s question. “Yes, we’ll see you soon. Sugar to you, too. Bye.” Hanging up the call, I catch the tail end of Steven on the phone.

“No, even if he begs. He only gets the measured amount of food per day,” he explains to Phillipe. My glorious assistant volunteered to house sit for me and watch Gunner while we travel. Steven’s eyes flick to the side toward me. “Yeah, that room,” he says, lowering the volume of his voice. “Right-o, Phil. Talk atcha’ soon.” He hits the red end button and plugs his phone into one of our various charger cords.

“Which room were you talking about?” I ask, lowering my seat into a reclining position. I was up most of the night thinking about the hottest masturbation session of my life. I was vulnerable, but had all the control. It was beautiful. His body was beautiful, his erection taunting me. I respect that he wants my daddy’s permission, but I wouldn’t have gotten upset had he removed his pants and eased his massive erection into me, slowly…inch by thick, wet inch until he ran out of room. A hot shiver shoots up my spine. I want him so badly. He’s so gentle and firm. Steven is the perfect contradiction.

His eyes focused straight ahead on the black freeway, he says, “Oh, just the guestroom where he can put Gunner to sleep at night.” He smiles, puts a hand on my knee, and turns the radio on low. “He told me to tell you he’s compiling your messages from your business line and will send you one massive list at the end of the week so you’re not tempted to work on a daily basis.” My assistant knows me well.

“Work is the very last thing on my mind right now.” Closing my eyes, I wrap my fingers around his big, warm hand. I feel his smile wrap me like a hug.

Then I fall asleep dreaming of a brown-eyed boy, with floppy hair and a flawless laugh. It doesn’t even register that the boy in my dreams isn’t Stone.

It’s Steven—the boy who has wanted to kiss me since I had wobbly knees and bushy brows. The person who knew me as a girl, and then a teenager, and now a woman who has lost everything and still knows exactly what she wants.

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I awake to the windows down and warm air rushing in the cabin of the car. We’re almost home. I can smell it.

“You drooled enough to fill a swimming pool.” Steven chuckles, while banging his thumbs on the steering wheel to some country song.

I clear my throat and wipe my mouth. No spit. He’s such a liar. “Forgive me. Someone had me occupied last night.” I kick off my three-inch heels and prop my feet up and out the window. It’s basically a rite of passage. Steven throws an arm out his window, waving his hand up and down on the air current, a laugh on his beautiful mouth.

“What will you tell your parents,” he asks, motioning to the outdoors. I know he means everyone. What will I tell everyone about Steven and I? The thought does create a riot of panic, but I force it down.

I shrug one shoulder. “The truth. Isn’t that always the best advice to follow?” There will be a million questions. I’ll have to be ready. The attorney in me can