Underestimated Part 38

"Do I like beer, Drew?"

"Excuse me?" he asked with a frown.

"Beer. Do I like beer? I was just thinking that I would like to have a cold beer, but there isn't any here.

Did we drink beer?"

"No. We hate beer."

"Oh," I said, brushing it off. It was probably just my mental state. I didn't even know what it tasted like, so how could I be craving it?"

Drew poured our wine, and we ate quietly. I don't think either of us knew quite what to say after the Derik incident. He knew that I had questions, and I knew that I didn't want to know the answers. I was afraid of them.

I cleaned up the kitchen while Drew showered. I walked out to the yard, barefoot of course, and sat in the soft gra.s.s about half way out. I'm not sure why I jumped. I knew he would come out to find me, but I did. He laughed as he sat, moving in behind me. My hands went to his calves.

"Jeans," I said, and smiled.

"I figured I may as well dress down too. It's obvious that you're going to continue to do it," he said wrapping his arms around my waist. "What are you doing out here? It's hot."

"I don't think it's that bad now," I said, leaning into him. I sat back up and laughed.

"Are you laughing at me?"

"No, your shoes. Do you not own a pair of sneakers?" I asked, looking at the shiny brown leather.

"What do you think?"

I moved his foot to my lap and removed his shoes and socks. He didn't stop me or say a word. If I would have eyes in the back of my head, I would almost bet that he was smiling, amused at me.

"There, doesn't that feel better? Put your toes in the gra.s.s," I urged, and he did.

We sat that way while the Nevada sky changed to a midnight black, neither of us spoke and Drew every so often pulled me tight in his arms or kissed my neck and shoulder.

"Drew," I softly said. I was trying not to. I didn't want to ruin the moment, but it was weighing on my mind, and I needed to know.

"Please don't, Morgan."

He knew what I was going to say before I ever said it.

I sat up so that I could turn to look at him. "I need to know, Drew," I begged.

"You don't need to know. You only need to know that you are fine now, and I am going to make sure that you stay that way. Please, just trust me."

I turned back around. "Am I different than I used to be?

"Yeah, in some ways I guess."

"Are you different, Drew?"

"I guess I am," he answered as if he was just realizing it for the first time.

"Look up," I said.

"What?" he asked surprised at my sudden train of thought. I didn't want to be serious, not that serious anyway.

"Look, there are a million stars out tonight," I said.

There was. The sky danced with tiny little twinkles.

Drew leaned back a little and stared up at the sky.

I pushed him back more and moved to his side. I lay in his arm with my leg thrown over his waist, gazing up at the star filled sky.

"I'm going to have to take another shower," he said, grazing his hand up the back my leg.

I laughed at him. "It's gra.s.s. I think you'll be fine,"

I teased.

I felt Drew tense when I ran my hand up his shirt and along his contoured abs. I didn't stop. I moved it around to his ribs and shifted my weight so that I was above him. I ran the back of my other hand down his cheek as we stared longingly into each other's eyes. Drew raised his head a little. I accepted the invitation and kissed him.

He moaned into my mouth and pulled my leg higher. I could feel his hardness right between my legs as he ground into me.

I screamed and tried to get away from him, but he wouldn't let me. I was soaked in about two seconds when the sprinkler system kicked on. He used me for a shield, laughing as hard as I have ever heard him laugh before. I had never heard him laugh other than a snicker or a snort here and there. This was a full-fledged laugh, and I loved it.

He flipped me over so that he was now towering over me, shielding me from the downpour. He moved a strand of wet hair from my face and ran his hand up my side and then to the snap on my shorts. I was the one to moan in his mouth next as soon as I felt his fingers slide up my wet slit.

He tugged on my shorts wanting me to raise my hips.

"Drew, what are you doing? Someone's going to see us," I protested, but not too much.

"We are twelve miles from the closest person.

Spread your legs."

Okay...No problem...

I don't think I had ever experienced anything more erotic in my life. Yeah, yeah, I know. My memory only held four months of memories, but still. I pulled on Drew's shirt, and he slipped it over his head. The water falling from his strong shoulders onto me as we made love under the Nevada sky was incomprehensible. The beauty of his wet body over mine with only the light from the moon and stars was one of those awe-ha moments. You know, the once in a life time kind. That moment would never be recreated.

I slept in Drew's room that night, and the next, and the next, and the next. I stayed with him a lot in his office too, just because I wanted to be close to him, and for another reason that I wasn't going to disclose to him, ever.

I hung out with him and read while he tended to business, and it seemed like I always ended up taking a nap on his sofa. I couldn't help it. His business was so boring. The only time that I wasn't with him was when Derik was there, and then I got the h.e.l.l out of the house. I didn't want to be anywhere near that b.a.s.t.a.r.d.

When I did drive into the city, it was on the north side. I didn't go against Drew's wishes and venture into the strip. I didn't really want to go there anyway. I liked the north end. I liked my little cafe, where the guys Timmy, Stan, and Jewels all knew me by name, and knew what I liked. I had graduated from the park and ventured a nearby high school, where I would sit and watch the baseball games, track meets, and sometimes just the girls practicing their cheers. I enjoyed my time there. It made me happy.

I was watching a boy's baseball game one afternoon when Drew phoned. I didn't want to leave and groaned when I saw that it was him. I had been keeping up with the Scorpions, and they were 4 and 0. It was only the fourth inning, and it was going to be a close game. I didn't want to leave.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"Trinity High," I answered with a smile. I knew he had no idea what that was.

"I'm not even going to ask. Come home. I'm done working for the day and Derik left."

"Uh-uh, you come to me."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm watching a ballgame. You come here."

"Um, no. I'm good on that. I'll see you when you get home."

"Get out of that stuffy suit and come and join me.

Please." I begged.

"I don't know the first thing about baseball."

"I didn't either, but I'm learning. Do you know where Trinity is?"

"Yes, but I never said I was coming."

"You are. I'll see you in a little bit." I hung up laughing to myself.

Drew was there in fifteen minutes, wearing his oh, so s.e.xy jeans with a red t-shirt. I smiled when I saw that he was wearing the sneakers that I had bought him just the day before. I moved over on the bleacher, and he slid in beside me.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," he said.

"Shhhh, bases are loaded, and this kid that is getting ready to bat is remarkable. If he can get at least two of them home it will tie the game."

"How do you know so much about baseball?"

"I learned by coming here watching when d.i.c.k face Derik is in my house."

Drew laughed, and then looked at me like I had lost my mind when I jumped up with the rest of the Scorpion fans, screaming when the batter hit a home run bringing in all four players.

The other team was good too, and it was neck and neck all the way to the ninth inning.

"I thought there were only nine innings," Drew presumed. He was into the game as much as I was. I thought it was cute.

"There is. They're going into an extra inning because it's tied. We're the home team. If we score this time the game is over, and we win. If not, the other team gets another try," I explained.

The first batter made it to first. The second batter was tagged out, but the player on first made it to third.

Everyone held their breath when the third batter was trying to beat the flying ball to first. He slid, and the umpire called out, but the guy on third, beat the ball to the home plate, and scored the winning point.

"That was kind of fun. When do they play again?"

Drew asked. I took his hand as we walked back toward the school.

"Friday," I smiled.

"Where are you parked?"

"In the parking lot at the park, walk with me," I coaxed.

We walked through the park holding hands and then along the sidewalk of the different stores and restaurants.

"Let's go in this sports bar and eat barbeque for supper," I suggested.

He looked up at the sign and then back to me with a frown. "I don't think so. Have you been in this place?"

"No. Only because I knew you would throw a tantrum about it."

"I would. I will take you some place to eat if you want to go out. Not here."

I gave him the same frown and pulled his hand toward the door. "If you take me out, you're going to make us go home and change into stiff outfits. We will fit in just fine here."

Drew growled, but he caved and followed me in.

We sat at a high table with barstools.

"Country music? Are you kidding me?" He protested.

I laughed, and then got serious. Why did I know the words to this song? I was deep in thought when the waitress came to take our drink orders.

"Bud lite in a bottle," I spoke, unconsciously.

"The same," Drew said. He knew that I was remembering something.

"What's wrong, Morgan?"

"How did I know to order that? And why do I know this song?"

"Maybe from when you were in Florence," he suggested.

I gave him a look. I might regret it but here goes.

"I was never in Florence, Drew."

"What do you mean? Where do you think you were?"

"I don't know, but I heard Derik tell you that I was going to run away again. I think I ran from you, for whatever reason. I'm just not sure how I ended up back with you or why I left in the first place."

The waitress brought our beers, and I chugged half of mine in one drink. d.a.m.n that tasted good.

Drew reached for my hand. "Morgan, I would do anything in my power for you to never remember," he said.

"But, you're not going to tell me, are you?"