Underestimated (55 page)

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 assets.”

I moved off of Drew and lay on the other end of the

couch with a deep sigh. What the hell? I didn’t want any of

this. I didn’t know anything about being rich. I was a poor

little hillbilly from West by God Virginia. How the hell

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 unbuttoned the first two

buttons on my night shirt.

Drew grabbed my wrist and pulled me in bed.

“Stop taking you clothes off,” he demanded.

What the fuck…?

“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 sex 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 sex. Damnit I wasn’t getting sex. 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.

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 hell 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 sex. 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 sex.”

“You want me without sex?”

“No. I want the sex too. I want you to know that I

love you, and it’s not just about sex.”

“I believe you, but I still want sex, 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

sex with Dawson?”

Fuck…

“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 cock was too close. I could

feel it on my ass. I ignored his last statement and rubbed

my ass against him.

“I’m beginning to think that somebody needs their

ass beat,” he softly spoke, licking my ear.

Fuck 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 ass.

“Do you want me to spank you, Morgan?”

His sexy 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

fucked up excuse for a human being. I did want it.

“Yes,” I said with closed eyes, feeling my pussy

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 fucked up

I was, and I didn’t care how society felt about our sexual

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 vagina, calm the hell 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 fucking wet, Morgan,” he

huskily said, sinking his fingers again. I moaned. Shit, 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 pussy. It had a mind of its own, and made my

mouth say words that I never even thought about. Like.

“Lick it.”

Shit. Where the hell 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 clit 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 assured 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 balls deep

into my throat. I devoured him. It had to be the most erotic

blowjob 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 lust with Drew then in love. He kind of

ruined me in that department. I already knew how Dawson

felt about my immoral, kinky shit. 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. Sex

with Drew was so intense, strong and powerful. It was the

kind of sex 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 ass.

“Yes,” I moaned. God 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 clit 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 sex

reasons.

“I’m making coffee! Get your lazy bones out of

bed,” I heard, opening my eyes.

Shit. 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 fuck, Ry. Who the hell 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.