Underestimated Part 59

"I promised her I would go sea gla.s.s hunting with her next week. We were supposed to go spend a couple of days there, remember?"

"Yeah, I remember." I didn't say any more than that again. He picked up on it. He knew.

"He's there, isn't he?"

"Yes."

"That didn't take two minutes. I'll talk to you later, Morgan."

I didn't have a chance to say goodbye. My phone was blinking, call ended, two minutes, twelve seconds in my hand.

"You know what, Riley?" Dawson said, taking my hand and holding my knuckles to his lips.

Oh, boy. Here it comes.

"Hmm?"

"I think that you have been through enough s.h.i.t for ten life times. I think you should divorce him, marry me and let me take care of you and my baby for the rest of your life."

s.h.i.t, maybe I should just do the paternity test. I had a feeling that I would be hearing this from both fathers for nine months. I didn't respond and only smiled.

Dawson never left me that night. He didn't try anything that involved being naked, and I was glad. I think my v.a.g.i.n.a was on strike anyway, I never heard a peep.

Dawson held me close all night, caressing my back and planting soft, sweet kisses on my forehead. I knew that Dawson made the most sense. I knew that Dawson would be the simpler of the two solutions if there were a simple solution.

I woke late to an empty bed. Dawson had left for work. I lay in bed reviewing my options for a long time.

For whatever reason, I decided at the moment that I was going to stop fretting over any of it. I wasn't going to try and decide anything. Whatever happened, happened. I really needed to clean the ceiling fan.

I got up, started coffee and did just that. I cleaned the ceiling fan, drank coffee on my deck while listening to Lauren and Levi. I even laughed when Lauren told a caller that she was a black, Jewish girl from Kentucky. I went to town and had lunch at Millie's, stopped and visited with Star, and then walked along the beach.

I was slowly settling back into my life in Maine. I had a man that adored me, friends that loved me, a house that I treasured, and an ocean for solitude. Drew did have my car driven to me, but I didn't drive it. I drove my old Honda. The BMW was a little out of place there, and I felt more like me in the Honda. I wasn't some rich girl that doted on the finer things of life, well technically I was a rich girl, but I didn't feel like one.

I hadn't heard from Drew for almost two weeks. I felt in my heart that I was doing the right thing. Dawson loved me, and I loved him. I had fun with Dawson, and yes we were having s.e.x. It wasn't anything like Drew, and I had, not even close. Dawson was in it for the love making which was fine by me. He made sure that my needs were met, and took his sweet, slow time. I didn't need the f.u.c.ked up s.e.x life that Drew and I shared. This was what I needed, right here in nowhere Maine, where life was simple.

Lauren took a week's vacation about a month after I was home and she and I spent a week with my mom on the beach. Lauren loved it. She was a bigger kid than Caroline was and spent her days hunting sea gla.s.s, playing dumb little girl games, sitting on the beach with binoculars searching for dolphins and shopping. Caroline loved her just as much as Lauren loved Caroline. It was funny. I never pictured Lauren being good around little girls. She was.

My mom made sure that Lauren and I had a room so that we didn't have to bunk with Caroline although Caroline camped with us all but two of the six nights we were there. It was mid-August, and one night Caroline insisted that we sleep on the beach and watch the meteor shower. It was the perfect night for it. We all lay out on the beach, including my mom, on top of sleeping bags and watched the fireball sky. The last count that we had was somewhere in the ballpark of a hundred. Some of them were quick and small, and some of them felt like they were coming right at us. I had never watched a meteor shower before. It was amazing, and Caroline had so many wishes. It was comical. I myself made only one wish. I wished that the baby growing inside of me would be Dawson's.

On the fifth day that we were there Drew called.

We were eating breakfast on the private deck, goofing off with Caroline. My heart sank when I saw his name. What the f.u.c.k. I needed him not to call. I needed to stay as far away from him as possible, and I sure as h.e.l.l didn't need to hear his voice right now.

"h.e.l.lo," I cautiously answered.

"Hey, where are you?" he asked, no hey beautiful, I miss you, nothing just a cold tone. I should have been happy that he wasn't being nice. It should have made it easier, but it didn't. I wanted him to want me. It was dumb, but none the less, it was what I wanted.

"I'm at my mom's with Lauren. Why?"

"I'm flying there so that you can sign a power of attorney," he said.

"For what?"

"So that I can work. I have a stack of s.h.i.t on my desk that needs your signature. I need you to sign a power of attorney so that I don't have to rely on you to take care of it."

"Okay," I replied. I didn't care about that. I wouldn't know what I was signing anyway. "When are you coming?"

"I should be there by three."

"Today?!?" I asked shocked. I didn't mean to sound so surprised. It just came out that way.

"Is that a problem?"

"No. That will be fine," I answered. It wasn't fine.

I didn't want to see Drew. I couldn't see Drew.

"See ya later then," he replied and hung up.

I called Dawson and told him that he was coming.

I wasn't going to feel guilty for him being there and hiding it from him. I was done with that. Dawson was okay with it. He trusted me.

Stupid boy...

The only thing that Dawson was concerned with was me signing something that was going to leave me with nothing and I would give it all to Drew. I didn't care. I didn't want any of it. I had a four thousand dollar a month trust fund for the rest of my life without having anything to do with diamonds, stores, stocks, negotiations or conference calls. That was more money than I had ever had in my life and more than enough to live on.

I was a nervous wreck the entire afternoon. I'm not sure why. I had a feeling he would pop in and out. I bet that he didn't mention the baby or anything else about us. I was right.

I was in Lauren's and my shared room, taking a shower and getting ready. I knew it was stupid, but I wanted to look nice for him. I pulled on blue short shorts and a pink cami that made my b.r.e.a.s.t.s look bigger than they actually were. Well, maybe they were a little bigger. I was just finishing up with my make up when I heard the tap on the door. I thought it was Caroline. It wasn't even two yet.

"It's open," I called, spritzing a dab of perfume on.

I froze. I wasn't expecting to see Drew.

Really v.a.g.i.n.a?

I hadn't had that response in quite some time, and I had almost forgotten all about the arguments that I had with my own s.e.x. He looked good. I mean really good. I had lived with the man for six years and never saw him in a pair of jeans. He was in jeans that looked delicious on him, a tight gray t-shirt that showed that he was ripped. He had been using the new equipment in the gym. I smirked a little. I knew he had dressed for me too. He had a thin beard almost in a line along his jaw line. It was s.e.xy as h.e.l.l.

His eyes scanned my body and then back to my eyes. He closed the door, and my heart started to beat out of my chest.

f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k and f.u.c.k...

He walked to me with half a smile while I still stood like some sort of stupid, dest.i.tute derelict. He picked up the black sea gla.s.s hanging from around my neck and smiled as if he was saying, I own you. Jesus H.

Christ did he smell good. What happened next probably bought me a one way ticket straight to h.e.l.l. He kissed me. I kissed him back. I still hadn't spoken when he turned to lock the door.

s.h.i.t.

He lifted his shirt over his head, and I swear I felt an o.r.g.a.s.m coming on. I don't think my c.l.i.toris had ever throbbed like that from the sight of anything, ever.

"Take your clothes off," he demanded in a low a.s.s s.e.xy tone.

I did just that. I stood in front of the b.a.s.t.a.r.d and undressed as his hungry eyes watched.

He walked behind me and moved my hair off of my shoulder, lightly kissing the crook of my neck. "I want to spank you, Morgan. Do you want me to spank you?" he whispered in my ear. My eyes closed as I felt his warm words on my tender skin.

"Yes," I managed to get out.

"Yes?!?! Are you f.u.c.king kidding me?

I felt him smile on my skin. He moved away from me and sat on my bed. He nodded, and I knew what to do.

I positioned myself across his lap placing my upper body on the bed. I swear I wasn't thinking about one G.o.d d.a.m.ned thing, not how ludicrous this was, not Dawson who trusted me, and not that this man hadn't even spoken to me in almost a month. I knew one thing and one thing only. I knew that I wanted him to f.u.c.k me and was only aware of my wet p.u.s.s.y throbbing after every blow and then the sensual ma.s.sage calming the sting.

After exactly five tantalizing, s.e.xually frustrating smacks to my bare a.s.s, Drew dipped his finger inside of me. I wanted to come. I wanted to come right that second.

He slid from beneath me and told me to spread my legs.

No problem...

I rolled to my back and did just that. I think I made it all of about three strokes from his twisted tongue strokes before I was writhing beneath his mouth. He stopped when I started to call out in heavenly agony.

d.a.m.nit, I hated when he did that.

"Shhhh," he said, taking my mouth. I could taste my juices as his tongue entwined with mine. "I'm going to f.u.c.k you now," he whispered to my lips as he released himself from the constricting jeans. He drove himself into me. There was nothing slow about it. It almost sent me over the edge again. He knew it. He was playing his f.u.c.ked up mind games. He wasn't letting me come.

"You want me to f.u.c.k you up the a.s.s, don't you, Morgan?" he asked, staring down at me.

"Yes."

What the f.u.c.k? Who the h.e.l.l keeps speaking for me?

He moved my leg to the side. He did go slower with that. Inch by inch, he pushed into my tight a.s.s as his fingers penetrated my nub. Once I was relaxed and accepted him, he f.u.c.ked me, I mean really f.u.c.ked me. I had to scream into the comforter as I was sent into a mind blowing, f.u.c.ked up as h.e.l.l, o.r.g.a.s.m. I was ordained to h.e.l.l, no doubt about it.

Drew pulled me up, and we got dressed. "Let's go, Celeste is waiting down stairs with the paperwork," he said, opening the door.

"You brought Celeste?" I asked p.i.s.sed off as h.e.l.l.

"Did you f.u.c.k her on the plane before you popped in to f.u.c.k me?"

"I didn't pop into f.u.c.k you. I had no intentions of f.u.c.king you and no, I didn't f.u.c.k Celeste on the plane. If I did, do you really have room to talk?" he asked as we walked out.

Good point...

Lauren knew. She f.u.c.king knew. She stood on the far side of the deck with her arms crossed, glaring at me. I sat with Celeste, and she was the one to go over everything that I had no clue what she was talking about. I just signed the X's that she told me to sign. Drew never took his eyes from me. d.a.m.nit all the way to h.e.l.l.

I walked out to their waiting car and Drew pulled me close to him. "Take care of my baby," he said.

"It was good seeing you again," Celeste said, smiling. Okay she was nice, and I may or may not have liked her had she not been spending so much time with my husband looking like that.

Chapter 25.

I was pretty sure I had just f.u.c.ked everything up once again. Lauren was p.i.s.sed at me and barely spoke our last two days at my mother's. I betrayed Dawson and told him that Drew was gone within an hour. He was. I just didn't tell him that forty minutes of it were spent f.u.c.king me. My mother had lectured me about leading them both on and needing to decide my future. Like I wasn't aware that I had a baby to think about now, she felt the need to remind me of that fact too. She pointed out that I couldn't be Riley when I was with Dawson and Morgan while I was with Drew.

She still didn't know the reason behind the whole name change. I had forgotten to even mention it until Lauren called me Riley our first day there. She was under the a.s.sumption that I pretended to be Riley in order to pull off the affair with Dawson. I was a horrible person, but I wasn't about to tell her that I ran away from Drew because of how he had beat and used me for s.e.x. It would kill her to know that she agreed to walk away from me, knowing what I had been through, so I let her think I was a rotten, cheating soul.

Lauren finally broke on our flight home.

"What are you going to do, Riley?"

I glared at her. It kind of p.i.s.sed me off. I was pretty sure that it was none of her business.

"Don't look at me like that. Dawson is my friend and he doesn't deserve this," she stated.

Great, now my best friend thought that I was a poor excuse to mankind, as well.

"I don't expect you to understand, Lauren. I don't even understand it myself. I need them both. They both give me things together that I need."

"You can't have them both."

No s.h.i.t...

"I know that. It's just hard. Drew is in Vegas, and I am going back to Dawson, aren't I?"

"You may be going back to him, but the first chance you get, you'll end up f.u.c.king him again. You know it, and I know it."

"Shhhh," I demanded, looking around the plane.

"You need to tell Dawson what you did, and let him decide."

"I can't, Lauren. I can't hurt him any more than I already have."

Lauren shook her head. She was disgusted with me, and I felt for the first time that she was looking down on me. I hated that our fun week was ending this way. I hated myself for jumping in bed with Drew. I didn't jump I freaking dove. I lost all hope as soon as I saw him. Bottom line, I was pathetic.

Dawson was there through my first trimester. He