Underestimated Part 46

Dawson left me with a kiss, and I dialed Drew back.

"You know, you're kind of a d.i.c.k," I said as soon as he said h.e.l.lo.

"Yes. I have been told that a time or two. Did your boyfriend leave?"

"Shut the h.e.l.l up." I demanded. I almost said that he wasn't my boyfriend, but I really wasn't sure what he was. I left that part out.

This became my routine for the next nine days. I would spend my days with Star, and then Lauren when she got home, then Dawson, and Drew would call every night.

I did have dinner with Dawson and his parents a couple of times, and once at his house. He never stayed at my house, and I didn't stay at his. He wasn't even trying to get past second base. I was s.e.xually frustrated and was tired of taking care of things myself.

Dawson came over on Friday night, and we barbecued chicken with Lauren and Joel. I knew I had drunk too much beer, and was feeling it. I even sent Drew a text lying to him. I told him that I was going out with friends and would talk to him the next day, not wanting him to call with everyone there. I was getting laid. I needed to get laid, and the evening make out sessions with Dawson wasn't helping.

Lauren and Joel left around eleven, leaving Dawson and me alone on the deck. We stared attentively at each other while he sat at the table, and I leaned against the banister facing him.

"Take me to bed, Dawson," I said in a low raspy voice.

He came to me and took me in his arms. "Are you sure, Ry? I don't want to pressure you, but I would love nothing more than to do just that."

"I'm sure," I a.s.sured him shoving my tongue down his throat.

He led me to my room. I felt awkward around him, and wasn't sure what to do. Thank G.o.d he picked up on it and took matters into his own hands or took me into his hands, I should say. He lifted my shirt over my head, and I slid out of my bra. He kissed soft kisses around my chest and to my nipples giving them both the much needed attention. I moaned as his hands slowly unzipped my jean shorts. I was with him one hundred percent. My mind was on nothing but the sensations that he was causing throughout my entire body. That is until we were both naked in bed.

d.a.m.nit, why didn't I just turn my cellphone off? I knew it was Drew. Dawson looked over to my phone and then back to me with a lost look. I didn't answer it, and continued to kiss him, trying to regain the pa.s.sion. It worked briefly until my phone rang again. Dawson knew that he had lost me, and the hunger along with it.

He rolled off of me with a heavy sigh. I didn't stop him and lay beside him naked staring up at the ceiling.

"I'm sorry, Daw," I said. I didn't know what I was apologizing for, I guess everything. Mostly for making this so difficult for him, he didn't deserve any of it.

Dawson rolled over and kissed me. "Me too, Ry.

Me too," he said and removed himself from my bed. "I'll talk to you tomorrow," he said, getting dressed and leaving me alone.

As soon as I heard the door close I grabbed my phone.

"What is your f.u.c.king problem?" I asked, angrily as soon as I heard Drew's voice.

"I can't sleep," he replied. I laughed. What else was there to do? It was funny. It was a funny sick f.u.c.king joke.

"Why?" I asked, pulling on my panties and a nightshirt.

"Because I haven't talked to you today. I need to hear your voice. Were you in bed already? Why didn't you answer?"

"Which of the ten times are you referring to?" I asked, eluding the question.

"All of them. Is he there?"

"No. Drew, he's not here. You ran him off."

"Good. Did I run him off in time?"

"You're such a d.i.c.k."

"And you are avoiding my questions. Did you sleep with him?" he asked, bluntly.

"No. Drew. I did not, thanks to you. Now I am going to have to take care of it myself."

"You know there was a time that I would have spanked you for that."

Are you serious? Stupid f.u.c.king v.a.g.i.n.a.

I didn't reply. I couldn't reply. I wanted him there doing just that. What the h.e.l.l was wrong with me?

"You want that, don't you, Morgan?" he asked in that dominating tone. I have no idea what was conspiring in me, but my core throbbed like mad at the tone of his voice.

"Yes," I rasped a breathy reply.

"Come for me, baby."

My fingers had already found their way through the elastic of my panties, and I let the stupid b.a.s.t.a.r.d talk me through one h.e.l.l of an o.r.g.a.s.m. It was settled. I was surely losing my mind. I should have been put into a straitjacket and locked up.

Chapter 20.

I called Dawson the next day and apologized again. I invited him over for supper and of course he accepted. That was just how Dawson was. He wasn't going to make me feel bad for my issues, and I loved him for that.

I had my salad chilling in the refrigerator. I had gone into town earlier to buy fresh vegetables from the local fruit market. My homemade spaghetti sauce was simmering on the stove, and I had just gotten a shower. I did my hair, makeup and spritzed just a dab of perfume. I pulled on my nice fitting jeans and wore a white, v neck shirt that showed my midriff. I looked hot, I decided, looking into the mirror behind my bedroom door. I smiled a big smile when I heard the knock. I was determined to have a good night with Dawson, and keep Drew in Las Vegas where he belonged.

Holy f.u.c.k...

He too was wearing nice fitting jeans that hung low on his hips, a tight knit shirt with the s.e.xy as h.e.l.l pecks peeking out from the three unb.u.t.toned b.u.t.tons on his chest. The only problem was, it wasn't Dawson. Drew stood at my door with a s.e.xy smile and a dozen red roses.

s.h.i.t...

I was speechless. Dawson was going to be there any second. What the h.e.l.l was he doing here?

"Drew?" was all that I could manage to get out in my shocked state. I looked over him toward the road searching for Dawson's police cruiser that would be in my drive at any time.

"Hey, beautiful," he said, holding out the flowers.

I took them and ushered him inside not wanting Dawson to see him on my porch, not that he wasn't going pa.s.s the fancy black car backing out of my drive.

"What the h.e.l.l are you doing here?" I asked, not leaving the door. I had to intercept Dawson.

"Is that any way to greet your husband?" he asked, and had me in his arms in a split second.

Son of a b.i.t.c.h...

"You could have warned me. I have company coming for supper."

"Do you want me to leave," he asked, kissing my forehead. Did I?

I didn't have time to answer his nor my question when I heard the car pulling into the gravel drive.

"If I told you not to leave this house, would you listen?" I asked, shoving the roses back into his arms.

Dawson saw me coming and slid his hands into his jean pockets as he leaned against his car. I heard the door behind me open and close. "Of course not," I said turning to Drew on the porch.

"I guess I'm eating at Millie's tonight," Dawson said with a defeated smile.

"I'm sorry, Daw. I didn't know he was going to show up here."

"I'm fighting a losing battle here, Ry," he stated, looking down at me.

"No, you're not. I just need some time, Dawson.

Don't give up on us just yet, please," I begged. I didn't want to lose Dawson. Why couldn't I just have him for everyday life and Drew at bedtime?"

Dawson leaned in and kissed the same spot that Drew had just kissed on my head. "Call me later and let me know that you're okay," he said.

"He's not going to hurt me, Dawson," I a.s.sured him.

"Call me," he demanded and got in his car and backed out.

"Your audacity is ridiculous," I called to Drew, leaned against the post with his arms crossed. I swear he had s.e.x appeal dripping off of his contoured body.

"What? I had to see what I was up against," he pleaded his case.

"What do you want?" I asked, taking the stones beneath my bare feet a little easier than I had when I walked out.

"You. Any more questions?"

"Yes. What the h.e.l.l are you doing here?" I asked, walking past him and back into the house.

"I wanted to tell you that I found your mom."

"And you couldn't tell me that over the phone?" I asked, walking into the kitchen to stir my sauce.

"I could have done that. I didn't want to," he smirked, dipping his finger into my sauce.

"You hate spaghetti," I said, turning to him right in front of me.

"I do," he admitted, holding his finger out for me to lick the sauce. d.a.m.nit if I didn't do it. I sucked the sauce from his finger and of course the sensation went right to my groin. I swear if I could have traded this v.a.g.i.n.a for another one, I would have.

"You're eating spaghetti or you're starving," I a.s.sured him, stepping away from him. I had to. I was ready to forget the spaghetti, and have him for supper.

I put the roses in a vase, and he watched me finish supper. "So, where is my mom?" I asked, placing the uncooked spaghetti into the boiling water.

"Rodanthe, North Carolina. She's doing well. She runs a bed and breakfast out of her beach house. She's remarried and," he stopped.

"What, Drew?" I asked, sensing that he didn't want to tell me something.

"She has a seven year old daughter."

My eyes widened as my mouth dropped. What the h.e.l.l? She just dumps her two kids that she had already brought into a bad situation, and goes off and replaces us with a new life and family? It p.i.s.sed me off, and I wasn't so sure that I wanted to find her anymore. I didn't reply to that. I didn't know what to say.

"Let's talk about something else," I stated. My mother needed to be placed on the pile of things that I needed time to process.

"Um, I'm interviewing for Derik's position. Do you want to be involved?"

I looked at him puzzled. "Why would I want to be involved with that?"

"You do own the company," he reminded me.

"I do not. Stop saying that."

"You do, Morgan, whether you want to accept it or not. Your name, not mine is in that will."

"How is he?" I asked, needing to put that in my processing pile, as well.

"I went by yesterday. He didn't look good. His nurse told me that his kidneys were starting to shut down."

"He's dying?" I asked. I'm not sure why I asked that. He looked like he was half dead the last time that I had seen him.

"Yes. He's been dying for quite some time, but I don't think it will be much longer. I don't think he will make it to the end of summer."

I couldn't process that either. I had just found out that he was my grandfather. I hadn't even had the chance to get to know him.

"This is a nice little place you have here," Drew said, sensing my uneasiness.

I snorted. "Thanks. I almost said that I bought it with your money, but I guess it was mine, uh?"

"Yeah," he now snorted, "It is. I'm still not quite sure how you pulled that off. I could hear every word you said in that house anytime I wanted, and I could see you.

How the h.e.l.l did you get into my office without me finding out?"

"You probably shouldn't underestimate me. I'm not as dumb as you think I am."

"Oh, I have learned not to underestimate you, and I don't think you are dumb at all. How did you get in there?"

he asked again.

"Rebecca shut the power off a couple of times, and I learned a lot from all those times that I spent bent over your desk. I knew all of your pa.s.swords, how to freeze the cameras, and how to move money so that you wouldn't notice."