Underestimated Part 48

I quietly opened the door to the deck and walked out. I didn't understand my life, I mean come on, this doesn't happen. What the h.e.l.l was I supposed to do with a multimillion dollar company? There are two things that I wished would have happened so that I wasn't in the place that I was. I wished that I had never gotten on that plane and left my safe little life in Misty Bay. Then again, I wished I would have never remembered who I was.

I thought about Dawson as I listened to the waves crashing below. I had been on the deck for at least twenty minutes. Drew was sound asleep. Dawson would have been out there by now. Did he really care more than Drew? I got my answer when I jumped as the door opened.

"You okay?" Drew asked, taking my hand and pulling me to him as he leaned against the banister.

"Yeah, just a lot on my mind," I said as my arms mechanically went around his neck.

"Anything I can do?" He asked, pulling me tight around the waist.

"Not unless you can make up my mind for me."

"You're in luck. I can do that. Choose me," he teased, sort of.

I smiled and kissed him. I took his hand and led him back to bed. He still didn't touch me, and I was beginning to think that I would starve from lack of s.e.x. I would have, had it been possible. He whispered that he loved me before dozing off again.

"Drew."

"Hmm," he moaned, with closed eyes.

"Why are you not touching me?"

He snickered. I already told you why. I want you to know that I want you without the s.e.x."

"You want me without s.e.x?"

"No. I want the s.e.x too. I want you to know that I love you, and it's not just about s.e.x."

"I believe you, but I still want s.e.x, like now."

There I said it. I was either getting laid, or I wasn't, but at least he knew that I wanted it.

"What am I going to do with you," Drew laughed.

"You know exactly what you can do with me."

"If I do, will you promise me that you won't have s.e.x with Dawson?"

f.u.c.k...

"Forget it Drew, just go to sleep," I said, rolling away from him. He rolled with me.

"I take that as no," he rasped in my hair.

I couldn't help it. His c.o.c.k was too close. I could feel it on my a.s.s. I ignored his last statement and rubbed my a.s.s against him.

"I'm beginning to think that somebody needs their a.s.s beat," he softly spoke, licking my ear.

f.u.c.k yeah, that's exactly what I needed. I did it again, egging him on. He rolled me over more so that I was flat on my stomach. He pushed the covers off, exposing my silk covered a.s.s.

"Do you want me to spank you, Morgan?"

His s.e.xy low tone had changed. He wasn't playfully asking anymore. He was being serious. He really wanted to know if I wanted him to spank me. I was a f.u.c.ked up excuse for a human being. I did want it.

"Yes," I said with closed eyes, feeling my p.u.s.s.y throb and my panties become moist.

He slid my panties down and rubbed my backside as I waited for the first blow. I didn't care how f.u.c.ked up I was, and I didn't care how society felt about our s.e.xual cravings. I liked it. It turned me on like nothing else. I would worry about how I was supposed to be the next day. Right then all I cared about was getting Drew inside of me.

The sting from Drew's thick hand was instantly rubbed away.

Jesus v.a.g.i.n.a, calm the h.e.l.l down, I'm working on it.

After the next sting, I raised my leg a little. Drew took the hint well, and once he had rubbed he soreness from the third blow he dipped his finger inside of me. I thought I was going to come off the bed.

"You're always so f.u.c.king wet, Morgan," he huskily said, sinking his fingers again. I moaned. s.h.i.t, did I moan. I flipped my leg over him so that I was lying on my back. My hips arched into his fingers all on their own accord. I had nothing to do with it. It was all my backstabbing p.u.s.s.y. It had a mind of its own, and made my mouth say words that I never even thought about. Like.

"Lick it."

s.h.i.t. Where the h.e.l.l did that come from?

"Spread your legs," Drew replied to my outburst.

I did.

"More."

I did, and Holy Geez Louise. I was going to come.

I was going to come fast. His tongue sliding up me was unbearable. He stopped a couple of times with his mouth but kept his fingers busy so that he could come to my mouth. His tongue would dive into my parted lips, forcing me to taste myself on him and then back to pleasing my core.

Drew thrust his middle finger as deep as he could when I called out. No, when I yelled out. Two of his other fingers, I wasn't sure which ones, penetrated my c.l.i.t while another one penetrated my puckered nub in back. I knew that he could feel every last one of the convulsions from my wall contracting around his finger.

"Are you good?" he asked once I was able to release the sheet, squeezed tightly in my two fists. I opened one eye to see the proud grin on his face.

"No. I need you inside of me," I a.s.sured him that I was not done. Not even close.

"I need inside of your mouth," he countered.

"Then I suggest that you get out of those shorts."

He did. He lay back with his hands over his head. I took his steel rod into my hand, and then sank it b.a.l.l.s deep into my throat. I devoured him. It had to be the most erotic b.l.o.w.j.o.b in history. I know it was a bad time to be thinking about what was going on, but I did. I wondered if maybe I was more in l.u.s.t with Drew then in love. He kind of ruined me in that department. I already knew how Dawson felt about my immoral, kinky s.h.i.t. He would never in a million years spank me. It wasn't normal, not that I didn't enjoy making love to him. I did. It's just, I don't know. s.e.x with Drew was so intense, strong and powerful. It was the kind of s.e.x that left you thinking about it for hours.

"Sit on me, Morgan," Drew demanded once he knew that he couldn't handle another second of my torturous mouth.

I slid onto him, and his head went back as his eyes closed with a moan. I slowly moved up and down on him, gradually picking up speed. I rocked my hips, frantically back and forth on his shaft, feeling myself reaching my peak once again. Drew waited until I was right there, and flipped me off of him, onto my stomach. He pulled my leg over his thigh, dipping his hardness into me a couple of times before pulling it out. I didn't want him to remove himself. I wanted to come again. I needed to come again.

"Can I?" he asked as I felt the tip of him penetrating my a.s.s.

"Yes," I moaned. G.o.d yes.

I squeezed my eyes closed, waiting for my body to relax and let him in.

"Do you have any KY?" he asked.

"No. I don't really need that here," I admitted.

Dawson would have never done what he was doing to me.

I felt him move in a little more, and then a little more until my muscles had relaxed and he was easily taking me from behind. He rubbed my throbbing c.l.i.t as he thrust in and out of me until we were both spent, moaning in loud, breathy, whimpers.

"Now will you go to sleep?" Drew asked. I laughed. Okay, maybe I did love him for other than s.e.x reasons.

"I'm making coffee! Get your lazy bones out of bed," I heard, opening my eyes.

s.h.i.t. Lauren.

I slid from under Drew's arm and wrapped the robe hanging from my door around me. I quietly opened and closed the door and went to the kitchen.

"Good morning, I thought for sure I would wake up to a police car in your driveway. He didn't stay?"

I sat on the barstool and ran my fingers through my hair.

"No, Dawson didn't stay, but," I didn't get it out when Drew opened my bedroom door wearing nothing but his jeans and walked toward the bathroom.

He didn't speak and only nodded.

"Holy f.u.c.k, Ry. Who the h.e.l.l is that?"

"That would be Drew. He showed up here yesterday afternoon."

"You didn't tell me he looked like that," Lauren exclaimed.

I snickered. Talk about awkward.

Drew came out of the bathroom and started back toward the bedroom.

"Come here. I want you to meet my best friend," I called to him.

"Can I get a shirt?" he asked.

"You don't have to," Lauren giggled. He snickered and continued to get his shirt.

"You idiot," I scolded Lauren.

"You can't beat a girl for trying," she smiled.

"Lauren, this is Drew," I said, introducing my husband who calls me Morgan to my friend who knew me by Riley.

The three of us went out to the deck and had coffee. I was surprised at Lauren and Drew, hitting it off like they had. Then again, Lauren could make friends with the devil himself. She was just that bubbly. They were talking diamonds of all things. Lauren had traded a horse for a ring years before and wanted to know if he could tell her what it was worth, if anything. Of course he said yes, and she planned to bring it over later.

Lauren left after about an hour, leaving Drew and I alone on the deck, overlooking the breathtaking, morning ocean.

"It's very tranquil here," he said, looking out to the endless sea.

"Yes, a lot more so than the desert," I replied.

"We don't have to live there, Morgan," he said with a serious expression.

I snorted. "Where would we live?"

"Where ever you want," he a.s.sured me.

I didn't reply. I didn't want to think about that at the time.

"Do you want to mow or change the oil first?" I asked instead.

"I'm pretty sure I have no clue how to do either,"

he admitted.

"You're such a girl," I teased.

"Are you calling me a p.u.s.s.y again?

I laughed. "Yes, but I was trying to be nice about it."

Chapter 21.

Drew and I dressed and walked out to the back yard to retrieve the mower. The yard really wasn't that bad. Dawson had kept up on it throughout the summer. I primed the pump by pushing the little ball three times and had to explain to Drew why I did it.

"Where's the key?" He wanted to know. I couldn't help it. I laughed, really laughed. He couldn't be that domesticated. No man was that ignorant.

"That's it. We're not friends anymore," he determined and started walking away.

"I'm sorry. Come back. I promise not to laugh at you for the rest of the day."

He wrapped his arm around my back and kissed me. "If you do, I am going to bend you over my knee and beat your s.e.xy little a.s.s," he promised.

Okay, maybe I would laugh at him again.

"Pull the handle," I explained, pointing to the T- handle cord.

He pulled it gently and nothing happened. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing again.