“Stop! Stay right there!”
Morgan smirked at the desperate expression on his wife’s face as she widened the distance between them. His smirk deepened when he slowly and deliberately allowed his gaze to travel over her skewed dress.
She was breathing deeply and her hands shook a bit as she tried to comport herself. The buttons on the front of her short, house dress were half way open and one of her bounteous breasts peeped through the opening. He could see her hardened nipple, wedged against the slightly pulled down bra.
He licked his lips, still feeling the pebbled feel of that nipple in his mouth, especially, as he could still see the sheen of moist from his mouth on it.
“We can still talk while I …” Alero cut through his drawl.
“No…no,” she repeated firmly, “You distract me whenever you touch me,” she accused, trying not to laugh as he affected an innocent look.
“I mean it, Morgan,” she said firmly, maintaining the distance between them, all the way across their bedroom.
“Fine, talk,” Morgan acquiesced mildly.
Apparently, she had a serious request to ask him and she wanted to have her wits about her when she talked. The love he felt for her at that moment detected that he give her whatever she asked for; she didn’t know it but whatever she asked will be given her.
He leaned the back of his shoulders on the wall, folding his arms over his chest and arching his hip forward as he waited. But that position clearly brought into focus the giant bulge straining against the fly if his trousers, causing Alero’s eyes to swivel down there.
She shut her eyes and tried her deep breathing to control the desire he knew was unfurling inside her. A self satisfied smile appeared on his face as he reaffirmed that his wife found him as irresistible as he found her. She was his drug of choice and he wasn’t ashamed to admit that he was addicted.
“Okay, so for the ladies’ night out, we plan to make it…”
“Yes,” Morgan answered and left the wall, already stalking towards her.
Desperation leapt into her eyes again and she moved while screeching, “You haven’t even heard what I want,” she panted, not able to move fast.
Morgan grinned as she scrambled up the bed and stood in the middle of it defiantly. “I don’t care, Alero, I’ll give you whatever you need,” he said sincerely, while his eyes settled momentarily on the slight bulge of her baby bump.
“Anything?” Alero asked with widened eyes.
“Anything, babe. In case you didn’t notice, when you called, I offered to leave the office to come to you. We only have a couple of hours before the kids return from school,” he pointed out while slowly unbuttoning his shirt and pulling the tails off the waist of his trousers.
“Okay,” she replied weakly, her insides melting as usual with overwhelming love for her man.
“Come here,” he growled seductively, his trousers dropping to his ankles.
When she got to him, he gently lifted her and lay her on the bed. Swiftly, he completely unbuttoned her dress and peeled it off her shoulders; then he unclipped her bra expertly and revealed her heaving bosom to his heated gaze.
Morgan swallowed as he felt the familiar heat that suffused his body every time he was with his wife. Tenderly, he kissed his way from her neck, down the valley of her breasts and settled on her growing baby mound.
“You know I love you, right?” he questioned, his eyes lifting to hold hers captive.
“I do, I love you,” she sighed, her eyes expressing the emotion.
He nodded, satisfied that she knew how she made him feel, he continued his exploration until he had his nose wedged against her panties. He inhaled deeply, before pulling them off and kissing her down there as though it was his next breath.
Morgan could have fallen asleep with his wife curled in his arms if his phone hadn’t rung. He forced his eyes open and checked to see Slay’s name flashing on the screen.
Instantly, he recalled that he was supposed to cover for him as he rushed home. He jerked into action and the sudden movement woke Alero.
“Shh, sorry, babe, go back to sleep…I’ll pick the kids from school today,” he promised in a whisper, smoothing her hair until she closed her eyes again.
“I love you,” she murmured in her sleep.
“I love you, too,” he kissed her temple and quickly withdrew from the bed and dressed up in speed.
Since she couldn’t come to the door, Morgan couldn’t use the stairs; instead he unlocked the gate he had installed on the veranda with no railings, when his son had been born. He locked it back, shut the door and confidently crossed the plank that connected the veranda to a tank he had filled with water and sand.
This construction had saved his life once when he hadn’t married Alero yet. Assassins had come to kill him, after follow Alero to the house and he had to save Alero and his six year old daughter then. It had been a difficult night, and Alero had been scared out of his mind, but they had escaped.
And so, he made it a point to train his children to cross the wood silently and without fear. The world was full of dangerous people and they always wanted to hurt good people. His three kids and his wife, were able to considerately defend themselves, he never allowed anything to chance, he thought, as he climbed down the iron tank stand.
“You weren’t picking your call,” Slay accused when he finally got to the office.
“I was almost here,” he replied, wanting to sound grouchy but the permeating emotion in his body was that of joy from having had time with his wife; he couldn’t help the grin on his face.
Slay rolled his eyes in exasperation, “I suppose you’ve heard what our wives are planning,” he said and Morgan shook his head, seeming careless about it.
“Good, then we can stand united in our decision,” Slay continued but stopped when he noticed Morgan’s frown. “What?”
“Well, I don’t know if it has anything to do with what Alero was about to ask me, but um…I said yes to whatever she wanted,” he answered, looking slightly awkward and then trying to affect a defiant expression.
It would have been funny to Slay if he wasn’t so shocked at the moment. “Jesus, Morg!” he exclaimed and then looked around the scanty office self consciously, but nobody paid them any attention.
He moved closer to Morgan and reduced his voice to a fierce whisper, “Why do you continuously make the rest of us look bad?”
“It’s not on purpose, I love my wife…she drives me crazy,” Morgan said with a shrug as though it explained everything.
“And we don’t love ours?” Slay asked sarcastically, feeling like he should maybe punch his foster brother in the face at that moment.
“What’s gotten you so worked up? Maybe you should have told me this unity decision before I went home,” he commented matter-of-factly.
“I didn’t know then. Those women have a system to these things, they probably planned on calling us at work to inform us and when yours called, you decided to go home,” he said, pinning Morgan with an accusing stare.
“Dude, I’ve covered for you before, several times in fact,” Morgan pointed out.
“Whatever, the women want to make their upcoming night out an overnight thing. Eddy called it a sleepover at Cecil’s house, from Friday evening to Sunday morning.”
Morgan was quiet for a while, of course, if he’d known that was what Alero was going to ask, he wouldn’t have given her carte blanche, he loved having his wife in his bed and two nights without her just seemed like a cruel punishment.
“You should stop thinking with your dick, man,” Slay sighed wearily and leaned back into his chair.
“If you didn’t get this info through a call and you were staring at your wife, half dressed and heaving with desire, you would have done exactly what I did,” he griped.
Slay thought about it, imagining Eddy that way, especially if she was wearing her sexy bra and panties, the dark lace that contrasted with her light skin…he groaned and covered his face with his hand; of course, he would have done the same.
“What are we going to do? Having those kids to ourselves the whole weekend is daunting,” Slay said, actually looking terrified.
“I’m actually worried about missing my wife in my bed, two nights in a row,” he groaned, “And I can’t go back on the promise,” he griped frustratingly.
“You have more kids than us, how do you manage them?” Slay asked.
“I told you, I train them on self defense and they like it,” he shrugged insouciantly, “It gives their mother time to herself during the weekends, so this isn’t a big deal, except her absence in our bed.”
“Maybe, you guys can say no and then Alero won’t have to go by herself…”
Slay scoffed, “Not when you’ve said yes already, they’ll all be using you as a point of reference…the perfect husband,” he shook his head disappointedly.
Morgan sighed heavily, “Well, if it’s a done deal, then we need to come up with demands that will at least make the weekend comfortable until they return,” he suggested, sitting up and shaking off the gloom at the thought of missing his wife for two nights.
“Like…food in the fridge, for the whole weekend, so we don’t have to worry about cooking.”
Slay sat up and his lips lifted in a slight smile, “Maybe we can have our own sleepover…at your house; the self defense training will at least keep the kids occupied for a better part of the morning, and hopefully, they’d be so tired they’d take naps that afternoon…”
“This might just work,” Morgan grinned, refusing to think about missing Alero; with the guys at the house, they would definitely entertain themselves and the two nights without her wouldn’t be so bad.
“So, what’s the plan, gentlemen?” PJ asked as he made his way out of the shopping mall the men had decided to meet after work.
He dumped the big, crested cellophane filled with packed groceries, into the back of his car, before joining the other guys to lean on Morgan’s truck.
Slay passed him an unopened can of lager, and was about to begin filling him in, when Daniel drove into the car park, in front of Eni store.
“This was a good idea, guys,” Daniel greeted as he hurried over to Morgan’s truck, “I could shop for some essentials here…thanks,” he said as he collected the proffered can of lager.
Slay and Morgan told them the little they’d decided about how the weekend would be.
“No sugary snacks or drinks…at least, for my son,” Daniel said seriously and laughed with the other guys.
“That’s true,” PJ concurred. “We should allow them watch a late night movie…a cartoon, so that they can wake up late on Saturday.”
Slay turned to Morgan and they smiled at each other, “I told you they would come up with something more,” Slay said smugly.
Morgan scoffed playfully.
“You guys bet on us at your office?” Daniel asked with an incredulous look.
“We haven’t had any field assignments in a month,” Morgan said and shrugged carelessly, “We were bored.”
“I understand,” PJ said smugly, “When we got bored too, we betted that you’d have agreed to your wife’s request already,” he said and extended his open palm towards Daniel, “Pay up, mister.”
Daniel scoffed and grumbled, but pulled off a five hundred naira note from his wallet and slapped it into PJ’s open palm.
Morgan punched Daniel on the shoulder playfully while chuckling, “So why did you sound so shocked that we betted on you guys?”
“It’s scary to acknowledge that we all seem to think alike now. We are like peas in a pod,” Daniel said and then shuddered dramatically as though he was terrified and reduced his friends into barks of laughter.
“I swear your wife is rubbing off you, Danny, you even have a sense of humor now,” Slay chuckled.
Daniel shrugged with a grin, “Wana is infectious that way,” his voice portraying his love for his wife.
“She’s crazy,” Morgan maintained before gulping his beer.
“And Alero is crazy to put up with your shit,” Daniel retorted with a smile, he had totally gotten used to the guys calling his wife crazy, they weren’t saying it in a bad way.
“Hey, has anyone heard from Uncle Ebong?” Slay asked with a worried frown, “He’s been missing in action lately.”
PJ shrugged, “I talked to him last week about meeting up to discuss the possible ventures I’d researched for him, but he never showed up; he called to cancel without any excuse.”
Daniel noticed Morgan’s frown, “Any problem?” he asked.
Slay answered after a sigh, “You know with the retirement, we promised to involve him in everything to help avoid loneliness.”
“But it feels as though he’s occupied with something,” Morgan said.
PJ’s phone rang, he looked at it and grinned, “Hey babe. I’m close to the house, I’ll be there soon. Yes, I bought it,” he said before ending the call.
“Guys, see you this weekend,” PJ said while shaking their hands.
Slay jumped down from the bonnet of Morgan’s truck. They guys shook hands, promising to stay informed through calls before the weekend.
DUCT SEASON 4 continues
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