Underestimated Part 47

"I did underestimate you. I'm glad I have you on my side."

"I'm not on your side."

"We'll see," he smirked.

We walked out to the back deck and Drew again commented on the view. My heart skipped a few beats when he walked behind me and trapped me between the railing and his dangerous body. I think I may have even stopped breathing when he kissed my ear and whispered.

"You do know that I plan on f.u.c.king you, don't you?"

f.u.c.k...!

"And you know that I should throw you out of my house, don't you," I said with my eyes closed, trying not to think about what he had just said.

"Maybe, but you won't. Do you know why you won't, Morgan," he whispered with that same low whisper. I knew what he was insinuating, but I asked anyway.

"Why?"

"Because, you want me to f.u.c.k you."

"I do?" I asked the ridiculous question. Of course I wanted him to do just that, and the sooner the better.

"You do. I would bet that if I slipped my fingers inside of these nice fitting jeans right now that you're already wet, thinking about it," he said, grinding into my backside.

"Jesus Christ, Drew. Stop it," I demanded, turning to him. I was human after all, and being that my v.a.g.i.n.a seemed to have a mind all of its own, I was ready to spread my legs right there on the deck.

He laughed, knowing that he was getting to me.

The mind games that he played oh so well were no compet.i.tion to my throbbing need, and he knew it.

Drew ate my spaghetti without complaining. He didn't brag about it or go after seconds, but he ate it. I took him down to the beach after supper, and he did complain about that.

"Why didn't you buy a house by a real beach?" he asked as we made our way down the rocky cliff.

"I like this one, and besides, I had to make sure that you couldn't find me. Stop being a p.u.s.s.y," I added with a smile that he couldn't see from behind.

"Did you just call me a p.u.s.s.y?'

"Yeah, I did. Stop being so domesticated."

I heard Drew laugh behind me, but he didn't comment. We walked along the beach not really talking about anything. I found a piece of sea gla.s.s which I wished I wouldn't have. We spent forever walking around so that Drew could find one. I didn't want him stooped over looking for beach gla.s.s. I wanted him holding my hand and paying attention to me and my needy body.

"Drew, it's going to get dark on us, and we have to climb back up. I've done it in the dark. It's not fun."

"But I want to find a piece of that stuff too," he whined. I thought it was cute. I knew how he was with his jewels, and that was exactly what he had seen in my light green sea gla.s.s find.

"You can have mine," I offered, handing it over.

He took it and kissed me. "Thanks, but I still want to find my own. Can we come back tomorrow?"

"How long are you staying?" I asked, leading him back to the path.

"You trying to get rid of me?"

"No. I was just curious, and I have things to do tomorrow."

"I have to be in New York Monday afternoon.

What do you have to do tomorrow?"

"I need to change the oil in my car and mow the yard."

"You're joking?" he asked, stepping around me and taking my hand to help me up a steep part of the bank.

"I'm not," I replied, kissing him quickly before stepping around him again.

"Why don't you pay someone to do that for you?"

"I'm not as rich as you. I made ten dollars an hour here. I can mow my own yard and change my own oil."

"Morgan, you are richer than me. I don't have a pot to p.i.s.s in without you. How do you even know how to change your oil?"

"Dawson taught me."

Drew didn't reply, and I could tell that he didn't like the thought of Dawson and me changing the oil in anything.

We removed our muddy shoes on the deck before going in. I looked out the living room window to see if Lauren's car was home yet. It was not. I knew if she was home she would have barged in by now.

"Do you want a shower?" I said, turning to Drew, staring at me.

"Yeah, that would be nice."

"You can go first. I want to take a bath."

"How about you just shower with me?" he asked, taking my hand and spinning me in a dance.

I smiled at him. "I want to shave," I admitted, and he smiled next.

I warmed up a couple of strawberry and cream pastries from the shop after our showers and fixed us both a cup of Star's famous mocha coffee. We sat on the sofa and ate.

"Did you have s.e.x with Dawson?" Drew asked.

I chewed the food in my mouth before answering.

"I had s.e.x with Dawson lots of times."

"That's not what I mean, and you know it."

"You mean, have I had s.e.x with him since you decided that you loved me?"

"Yes."

"No. I haven't. I was going tonight," I told him honestly, "and there were a couple of times that I almost did, but you seemed to always call at the perfect time."

"He hasn't spent the night here?"

"Not since I came back. He did before I was forced under a bus by Derik. We practically lived together."

"Do you love him, Morgan?"

I sat my Danish on the table. "Yes, Drew. I do love him, and he doesn't deserve any of this. I feel horrible for putting him through all of this."

Drew took the last bite of his pastry and sat his plate beside mine. "I don't want you to love him," he spoke softly and took my hand.

I touched the side of his face and smiled at him. I didn't particularly want to love him right then either, but the truth is, I did. "I love you too, Drew, and I have no clue what I am supposed to do."

"Come home with me," he begged.

"I can't. I need to decide this on my own. I forgive you for everything, but I can't forget it, Drew. You have to understand that."

"I do understand that, and I know that I don't deserve you, but I love you so much, it hurts. I hate myself for wasting six years of trying to be..." He stopped, trying to think of a word.

"A p.r.i.c.k, a bully, my master," I replied, helping him out. I didn't care if it stung a little. I wanted it to.

"Do you want me to leave you alone?" he asked in a hurtful tone. I didn't want to hurt him although that is what I should have wanted. Most people would think that I had lost my ever living mind. Maybe I had, I don't know.

"Yes. Drew. I need to try and fix things with Dawson. I don't expect you to understand that, but I do."

"Are we getting a divorce?"

"I suppose we should. Don't you?"

Drew took a deep breath and leaned back on the sofa. This was not how I wanted to end our night. I quickly tried my best to recover the situation. I moved to his lap with one leg on each side of him. I held his face with my hands and our eyes collided. I looked into his gray eyes and realized for the first time that I had no idea who Drew Kelley even was. I knew nothing about his past, his family, did he have any family, where his father was, nothing. Our entire eight year existence was based solely on s.e.x.

"There are things that we need to discuss, Morgan," he stated moving his hands to my hips.

"You mean business, right?"

"Yes. You have a multimillion dollar company to run."

"I'm not running s.h.i.t. I want no part of that."

"Somebody has to run it."

"Yeah. You. Why would you not? You're the one that wants it. I don't care one iota about that, nor do I want to care."

"I have no problem with that, but I will not have my name on anything. You have a lot of things to work out."

"Like what?"

"Like my salary. Do you want the house? What you are going to do about your multiple a.s.sets."

I moved off of Drew and lay on the other end of the couch with a deep sigh. What the h.e.l.l? I didn't want any of this. I didn't know anything about being rich. I was a poor little hillbilly from West by G.o.d Virginia. How the h.e.l.l was I supposed to know what to do?

"Let's go to bed," Drew requested, pulling me up with a groan. At least I could get my mind off of it for a little bit.

Or not...

Drew removed his jeans and climbed into his side of the bed. I stared down at his bare chest lying in my bed with hungry eyes. I wanted him. I didn't care how wrong it was. I needed him. I slowly unb.u.t.toned the first two b.u.t.tons on my night shirt.

Drew grabbed my wrist and pulled me in bed.

"Stop taking you clothes off," he demanded.

What the f.u.c.k...?

"Why? Don't you remember what you said you were going to do me?"

"I remember, but I changed my mind. I just want to hold you in my arms. I want you to realize how much I love you and I don't need s.e.x from you."

Um...Yes you do.

Drew moved close to my body, forcing me to turn away from him as he snuggled closer to me. I wasn't getting s.e.x. d.a.m.nit I wasn't getting s.e.x. I could tell shortly after laying there in his arms, still dumbfounded about not getting any that he was falling asleep when his breathing began to slow.

"Drew?" I quietly spoke.

"Hmm," he murmured.

"Where is your dad?"

"I don't know. I never knew him. He took off when my mother got pregnant."

"You know if your mother would have married my real dad, you would be my step brother."

Drew snorted. "I guess. I never thought about it, but they never married, so it's not incest if that's what you're worried about."

"Where did you grow up?"

"What's with all the questions?"

"I don't know. I just feel like there is only one part of you that I really know."

"I grew up in Vegas. My mother worked for your dad. She ran the store on the strip, you know the one that I used to take you to when I wanted to pretend you were my wife for the night?"

"Yeah, and then you would take the rings back after whatever function we were attending, take me home and..."

"Stop it. Morgan," Drew said with an angry tone, cutting me off. "I know what I did, and I don't want you to remind me. Go to sleep."

I let it go at that. It was obvious that he wasn't touching me, and I wasn't sure that I wanted him to anymore. I waited until I knew for sure that Drew had fallen asleep and slid from beneath his arm.