Ending Silence

Epilogue 2

Sage's POV

Slowly opening my eyes, the first thing I see is my gorgeous wife changing in front of me. I hold out my hand, reaching for her, but am about two meters too short.

"Where are you going?" I mumble, drawing attention to the fact I'm awake. "Tea with my mam" Morgan smiles as she buttons up her black jeans.

That's right, I forgot. It's Sunday and every Sunday morning Morgan meets her mother for tea in a little cafe not too far from here.

It's a little routine that began shortly after Morgans's mam got divorced, and it stuck. They've never once in the last year missed a Sunday tea session.

Even one time when Morgan was sick with the damn flu, she still tried to go. I, of course, gave her a reality check. She could hardly get out of bed. But still, my stubborn little redhead was determined to not miss a date and made her mother come to her instead.

Morgan throws a shirt on, before she walks over to the bed, smiling. She crawls over to me, and I grab her arm, pulling her on top of me. I resist the urge to roll over and fall back asleep on top of her.

"I'll be back before you know it" She whispers, cupping my face. She knows how much I dislike the fact her tea sessions are scheduled at ten am on a Sunday. It couldn't have been the afternoon- oh no, it had to be the morning.

"You know the drill. Three hours or else I come drag you back" I whisper, and she grins, leaning down and connecting our lips.

My hands run down her sides before they eventually find her ass. I grab hold of it, and push it down, forcing her hips down just as I roll my own, rubbing against her.

She breaks the kiss, her head falling between the crook of my neck as she lets out a gasp that had me growing harder.

"I told you to stop doing this when you know I need to leave" Morgan whines, complaining as I begin to kiss her neck and continue to grind against her.

"Then leave," I tell her, grinning when she groans. We both know damn well she isn't stopping this anytime soon. She never does, because when it comes to pleasure, Morgan is weak.

I need to be the one to stop this because we both know she won't. And then she'll miss her tea date and will ignore my ass for a week to come.

And getting ignored by a person you're so used to hearing talk every damn second is hell because time goes by ten times slower.

Glancing at the alarm clock, I see it's twenty past nine, and internally thank Morgan for always being early.

I have roughly twenty minutes before she needs to go. I intend to use my time wisely.

***

I walk out of the closet in my navy sweatpants, throwing on a white shirt. I see Morgan still lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

I chuckle, walking over to her. "Come on baby, you're gonna be late if you lie there any longer," I tell her, grabbing her hands and sitting her up.

She stares at me, her hair dishevelled while her cheeks are tinted red.

I smile, using my hands to flatten her hair. Yeah, three orgasms later and she suddenly isn't too worried about her plans.

"Come on," I say, pulling her to her feet. She wobbles a bit since her legs are still trembling. I smile, very proud of myself this morning. Sometimes I just can't help myself.