Underestimated (42 page)

him. Damnit. He knew I was afraid. It’s what he wanted,

what he thrived on.

If I didn’t act soon, I was going to lose the battle

that my mind and I had been working on. All of a sudden

the nerve came from somewhere. I wasn’t sure where, I

was just sure I needed to act on it before I lost it. I rolled

over and dropped to my knees in front of him and took his

hard shaft to the back of my throat. I couldn’t see the look

on his face, but the rapid stiff posture told me what it said.

I moaned as I took him in and out of my mouth. I looked up

to him as he placed his hands over his head and let me

have my way with him. I kept it up until I could tell he was

losing control. I wasn’t about to let him come in my mouth.

I kissed him up his body, and lightly tugged his

nipple between my teeth. I circled his naked body,

catching a glimpse of the baffled expression as I kissed his

strong shoulders and back.

“Do you know what I think, Drew?” I said in a low

tone. I had the power. I was now calling the shots.

“Hmm?” he managed to moan. I was sure that was

all that he could come up with in his state.

“I think that you are the one that liked for me to

take it up the ass. Do you want to put your dick in my ass,

Drew?” I asked, still standing behind him as my lips and

hands explored his back.

His head snapped back toward me. I was almost

scared again when I saw the vengeful look on his face.

Maybe I went a bit too far.

I ignored it and walked in front of him keeping my

back to him. I couldn’t let him see the fear. I took his hand

and guided it to between my legs and bent over in front of

him, giving him permission to take me. I breathed a sigh of

relief as I placed my hands on the mattress and felt him

slide his dick inside of my wet pussy before moving it to

where he wanted it to be. I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt

the head slide in. He hissed as he moved in a little more. I

didn’t let him stop rubbing my clitoris. I needed to keep

my mind on achieving an orgasm and not what I was doing

to him.

I moaned once he was pumping in and out of me.

His fingers on my swollen core kept the same rhythm of

his cock sliding in and out.

“Don’t come, Morgan,” He demanded.

Fuck that…

I did come. I came so hard that I had to drop to the

bed as he continued to thrust frantically and finally

dropping with me.

“I told you not to come,” he said with the angry

tone again.

I didn’t care. I had won. I wasn’t afraid that time. I

laughed which I am sure wasn’t the reaction he was

hoping for.

I turned over, forcing him to slide out of me. I

kissed his lips softly, and then shoved my tongue into his

mouth. “I guess you’ll just have to spank me again for

being a bad girl,” I smirked.

“Come with me,” I requested, taking his hand and

leading him to the bathroom.

“What are you doing now?” he asked as I started

the shower water.

I turned and kissed him again. “Stop asking

questions that you already know the answer to.”

“I have my own shower,” he protested.

“Shut up and get in here with me,” I demanded. I

would have loved to hear the voices going crazy in his

head. I pulled him in with me and leaned my back into his

front. He was so out of his realm it was dangerous,

probably more dangerous for me than him.

I washed my hair and bathed while he stood

watching me, not knowing what to do. When I turned to

face him to rinse the soap from my hair, he surprised me.

He pressed our wet bodies together and crushed his lips to

mine. I felt weak and almost faint. I didn’t want those

feelings. It was a game, and I was winning. He couldn’t

make it about feelings, but there was so much passion in

his kiss that was exactly what he was doing.

I got out and dressed, letting him shower. I was

sitting in bed with the covers pulled down wearing a

midnight blue nighty with matching panties. I had one bare

leg brought to my chest, and the other one folded under it

while I brushed my hair. He stopped in his tracks when he

saw me, almost like he was realizing for the first time that

I was beautiful or something.

“Come here,” I softly spoke, and just like I was

now controlling his strings, he walked toward me. I

actually felt the twinge between my legs again, looking at

his damp body wrapped in a towel around his waist. I

touched his chest with the back of my hand and looked up,

urging him to kiss me. He did.

“Stay with me tonight,” I requested softly to his

lips.

Snap. Just like that, he was grabbing his clothes

and getting far away from me. Too much intimacy. “I can’t,

I still have work to do. You should get some rest.”

Drew left, and I lay down. I stared out to the dark

Nevada sky as my mind began to wonder once again. I

wasn’t sure if I had made things worse or better. I was

more confused than ever. Maybe he wasn’t the bad guy.

Maybe the vision of him hitting me was nothing more than

a vision. Maybe we really could have a life together. But

who was Riley? Who was Dawson? I still had so many

questions, and now I was having feelings for Drew.

Stupid brain injury.

I didn’t want to wake up. I wanted the dream to be

real. I was sick. I was in bed, and somebody was making

me drink chicken broth. He kissed my head and told me

that he loved me over and over. He rubbed my naked back

with his strong hands and kissed my heat fevered flesh

with tiny, tender kisses. He loved me, and I loved him, but

it wasn’t Drew. I couldn’t see a face. Who was taking care

of me? I could hear waves. They were so close. I sat

straight up squeezing the satin of my nighty in two fists on

my chest. I was panting and sucking in air that wasn’t

there.

“Drew,” I said in desperation as soon as I saw him

enter my dark room. He was watching me sleep. I knew it.

I could picture him sitting at his desk watching the camera

in my room as I slept.

He hesitated and stayed standing by my bed, not

sure how to handle me. I grabbed for his t-shirt and pulled

him to me. He sat down and wrapped his arms around me.

Was he afraid that I was dreaming about something that he

had done?

I couldn’t get close enough to him. I needed to feel

secure, but I wasn’t feeling it with him. Why?

“Tell me why you were screaming,” he pleaded.

I wasn’t screaming. I knew I never screamed. It

wasn’t that kind of dream. He was watching me. He saw

me sit up and suck in the unavailable air. I never

screamed.

“I was screaming?” I asked, burying my face into

the crook of his neck.

“Yes. How else would I have known you were

having a bad dream?”

“Lay with me, Drew,” I requested. He paused but

did.

I didn’t give him a choice but to hold me. I pressed

my back to his front and took his arm, wrapping it around

my body myself.

“What was your dream about?” he asked.

“I was sick. Somebody was taking care of me. He

was making me drink chicken broth and kissing my back. I

could hear waves. I was so sick, and then he left me. Was

that you, Drew? Did you take care of me when I was sick?

Did you leave me?”

“I am sure that I took care of you when you were

sick a time or to. Shhhh, you’re okay. Go to sleep.”

“Drew.”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t leave me,” I pleaded.

He didn’t answer, and only took a deep breath. I

wanted him to kiss my hair, and tell me that he loved me

the way the man in my dream did. He didn’t. He lay very

still with me in his arms.

I was awake when Drew woke in the morning. I

didn’t let him know that I was awake, and stayed still,

lying on his chest with both of his arms securely around

me. I knew he was awake when he moved his arms from

me, almost like he was afraid of me or afraid of feelings

that he was having for me. I felt his head move and look

down at me sleeping on his chest. I wished I could see his

face. He tried to slide from beneath me. I reached for him

before he could leave.

“You said you wouldn’t leave,” I said opening my

eyes, holding onto his wrist.

He smiled back at me. “I have to work,” he said

and tried to get up. I held his wrist.

“Kiss me,” I demanded before he left.

He looked at me with a look that I hadn’t seen from

him. It wasn’t the startled, afraid of me, baffled look. It

was more like he was all of a sudden terrified of me. I

knew that he didn’t do intimacy. I don’t know how I knew

that. I just did.

I sat up and pulled myself across his lap, wrapping

my arms around his neck. His right hand went to the satin

on my back, and his left hand rested on my thigh. I dropped

my head to his forehead and smiled at him, landing a small

kiss on the corner of his lips.

“I don’t know who you are anymore, Morgan,” he

admitted.

I smiled. “That’s okay, I don’t know who you are

either.” He smiled and laughed a short laugh.

“I have to get ready. Derik is going to be here

wondering where I am.”

“Tell him you were making love to your wife,” I

offered, getting another smile, but no response to my

request.

I moved off of him, and he thought that I was going

to let him up. I didn’t and brought one leg over, straddling

his waist. I took matters into my own hands and kissed

him. He kissed me back with a moan. I won again. He

flipped me over and took me quickly in the normal

missionary style.

“Now can I go work?” he asked, looking down at

me once we were both spent.

I traced his lips with my finger. “Yes, you can go

work. Can I take your car today?” I asked as he rolled off

of me.

I could tell that he didn’t like it, but I had to get

him to trust me. I had to make him know that I would come

back to him every time. I would come back. I would come

back unless I found out that the dark Drew that I once

knew wasn’t anything more than a figment of my

imagination.

“Where are you going?”

“I don’t know, shopping maybe, maybe to the park

and to that little Bistro café for lunch.”

“Promise me that you will stay on this side of the

city? I don’t want you in all the chaos of the strip.”

“I promise,” I said and got up. I kissed him, and let

him leave.

I showered and felt good that morning. I blow

dried my hair, parted it on the side and added loose curls.

I did my makeup, my nails and toenails. I looked in the

closet at the mass of clothing. I found an outfit with tags

still hanging from the band. It was a short outfit that was a

little fancy for my taste, well for my post brain injury

taste. I didn’t know what my taste was before that. It was

black satin shorts with a black sleeveless top. The shorts

fit exceptionally nice and the sleeveless top was cut low

in the front with bright blue trim bringing the focus to my

cleavage. The front of the top was cut at a point and the

back was shorter showing a little midriff. I thought I

looked hot. I smiled. I put on a pair of dangling silver

earrings and a wide silver and gold bracelet. I wondered

where I had gotten them and wondered if Drew had bought

them for me. He didn’t have to buy them. He owned them.

I remembered.

I walked down the stairs wearing a pair of black

heels with a delicate strap wrapping around my ankle

twice. I opened Drew’s office door, without knocking, of

course. He and Derik both were going over some charts

strung about his desk.

Derik looked annoyed. Drew’s jaw dropped when

he saw me.

“I need your keys,” I said walking over to him.

He fumbled for his keys in his pocket.

“What the hell are you doing, Drew?” Derik asked.

He didn’t want me to leave alone for some reason.

I shot him a dirty look. Who the hell did he think he

was?

Drew placed his keys in my hand, and I kissed

him. I was sure that wasn’t something that I did before

either. Derik was the one picking his jaw up next.

I started out of the office and then turned back.

“Drew?”

“Yeah?”

“I need some money,” I stated, remembering that I