Underestimated (69 page)

“They’re going fine. Dawson thinks I need help.

He thinks I have Stockholm syndrome.”

What? Where the fuck did that come from?

Drew laughed. “Are you saying that you are in

love with me?”

“You’re so stupid sometimes.”

“And I think this pregnancy is making you a little

cranky, eh?”

“You make me cranky. You think I am just

supposed to bow down and do whatever you want when

you want.”

“If you did everything that I wanted, you would be

home with me, in my bed.”

“We need to start divorce procedures.”

That would piss him off.

“I’m not giving you a divorce,” he stated matter-

of-fact.

I laughed that time. “You’re not?”

“Nope. Do you want dessert?”

“No. What do you mean you’re not giving me a

divorce?”

“I mean that I’m not giving you a divorce,” he

repeated.

“Why?”

“Because I love you and I want you to be my wife,

and you want to be my wife. The sooner you realize that,

and quit trying to play house with Robo-cop in a small

town, the better off we would both be.”

“I’m not trying to play house with anyone.” I was

getting pissed. The nerve of this man.

“Let’s go,” he said, standing and taking my hand.

“Go where?”

“To our room,” he replied, pulling me close and

kissing my lips. I kept my lips still in a straight line. I

wasn’t kissing him back. He needed to grow up and

realize that the world didn’t spin just because he was on

it.

I knew that I wasn’t going to win. I knew that I

would be sleeping between the luxurious Egyptian sheets

with Drew. I didn’t have to do anything with him though. I

would stay away from him. I had just started a good book

on my IPad. I would read and ignore him.

“Drew, I have to call Dawson, and you can’t make

a sound,” I demanded once we were back in the room.

He tightened his lips and pretended to zip them. I

slipped out of the heels and stared at him lying across the

bed.

Shit. How the hell was I supposed to talk to

Dawson with him sprawled out looking like that?

“Hey sweetie,” Dawson answered on the first ring.

“Hi,” I said, sitting in one of the ornamental wing

back chairs, staring directly at Drew who wasn’t taking

his eyes off of me.

“How was dinner?”

“It was okay,” I lied. It was far from okay. It still

wasn’t okay. Drew was undressing me with his eyes. I had

to cross my legs to calm the quivering. It didn’t help.

“How were things between you and Drew?”

“Intense,” that was the only word to describe

Drew.

“Did you mention the divorce?”

“I did, but we weren’t alone, so I didn’t go too

much into it.”

“You are going to tell him before you leave,

right?”

“Yes. Dawson.”

“Does that make you mad, Ry?” he asked, catching

my tone. “I thought we talked about this.”

“We did. No. I’m not mad, just tired. I will talk to

you in the morning, okay?”

“Okay, get some rest and take care of my baby. I

love you.”

“Love you too,” I quickly said.

I dropped my phone to the table and crossed my

arms over my growing midsection.

“You’re such a liar,” Drew smirked.

“Shut the hell up,” I shot back. I was so frustrated.

“Why do you feel the need to lie to him, but you

make sure that I am very aware of what is going on in

Misty Bay?”

“I don’t make you aware of anything. You’re just a

nosey son of a bitch.”

“But you don’t lie to me about Dawson. I know

you’re fucking him. He has no clue that you are fucking

me, does he?”

“He doesn’t know because I am not fucking you,

and furthermore, you and I are not together.”

“So you’re going to go home and tell him that I

stayed here with you even if I don’t touch you?”

“No.”

“Thought so.”

“I thought you told me that you were going to leave

me alone.”

“I did. I haven’t talked to you in almost three

months.”

“Then what the hell is this, Drew?”

“I really did need you to come and sign these

papers. I just figured I may as well kidnap you for a night.

I’m starting to go through Morgan withdrawal.”

I smiled at that, shaking my head. What I did next

not only surprised him, but me also. I got up and went to

him, pushing him back on the bed and straddling him.

“You know that I hate you, don’t you?” I asked.

His hands went up my bare legs. I knew that I was

flashing him, and to my surprise he never looked. He was

looking into my eyes with a hungry, adoring, loving, and

indulgent look.

“That’s a shame because I love you more than life,

and I love this,” he said, running his hand over my round

belly.

“You know, one of you is going to be wrong.”

“It’s mine. I know it,” he said, knowing exactly

what I was talking about.

I slowly moved my lips to his and kissed him like I

never wanted to let him go. I didn’t want to let him go. I

just wanted Dawson too. I needed Dawson to keep some

normality in my life.

Drew rolled me over not letting our lips lose

contact. I wasn’t sure where this Drew was coming from,

but he took his good old sweet time with me. He kissed

and sucked all over my upper body while he made slow

passionate love to me. I felt like I was floating. There was

none of his dominating sex hang ups, just pure making

love. I didn’t like it. I mean I did, but I didn’t. This wasn’t

the Drew that was fucked up. This was the Drew that

loved me and was showing me just how much.

We watched a movie after our love making

session. He kept his hand on my naked belly and I lay

curled up in his arms. I was doing nothing but torturing

myself. I belonged there, but I belonged in Dawson’s arms

too. What the hell was I supposed to do with these two

men? Most women would be flattered to have two men

chasing after her, not me. Maybe had I not loved them both

it could have been flattering, but it was agony. I knew that

if this baby turned out to be Drew’s, Dawson wouldn’t

leave me, but Drew would never let me go. I wasn’t sure

how things would go if it turned out to be Dawson’s.

Would Drew let me go then? Maybe that would put an end

to all of this madness. Maybe I just needed to let this little

baby decide.

I woke to Drew’s fingers between my legs

sometime in the middle of the night. That session was

beyond slow love making. That was the dark Drew that

had me doing every kinky thing imaginable. Including

getting off of the bed to place my hands on the side, and

like a good little submissive, I did everything he told me

to do. I was as sick as him. I loved it, and I’m not sure that

I had ever had so many orgasms in one night.

I woke naked and wrapped securely in Drew’s

arms. His hand was on the side of my baby belly. I looked

up to see if he was still sleeping. He wasn’t. He bent and

kissed me.

“This little guy is going crazy,” he smiled.

“He always does first thing in the morning, and he

is wreaking havoc on my bladder right now,” I replied and

got up to go to the bathroom.

“Come right back to me,” Drew requested. I

smiled.

I didn’t come right back. I relieved myself and dug

through my purse for the small tube of toothpaste and my

toothbrush. I brushed my teeth, rinsed my mouth and

looked at my reflection in the mirror.

“Drew!” I screamed. I really screamed. Had I been

able to see through the wall I was sure that he was laying

there with a big smirky smile.

“You fucking idiot,” I ranted.

“What?” he asked, feigning stupidity.

“I can’t believe you did this. What the hell?” I

asked as he pulled me back to his naked body.

He towered over me with a smile. “I like it, I think

it looks good on you,” he stated looking at my breasts.

“You did that on purpose. You’re an animal

marking your territory, and I don’t find it a bit funny.” It

was huge. The bite mark was as big as a fifty cent piece,

just above my right breast. How the hell was I supposed to

keep Dawson from seeing that? He wanted Dawson to see

it. What the hell did I see in this idiot?

“How about I make a matching one right here?” he

asked, kissing and sucking on my breast.

“Don’t you dare,” I demanded, grabbing his hair

and pulling him off of me. I’m not sure what the hell

happened next. He looked up at me with a stare that

entranced our vision. I couldn’t see anything but him in my

life, and I was sure he was seeing the same thing.

“I love you, Morgan,” he whispered.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

This trip did nothing but screw everything up

again. I loved that he loved me, and I loved him beyond

belief. Drew kissed me and then moved between my legs

and made slow obsessive love to me.

We showered together, and I had to wear the

clothes that I had arrived in. I didn’t bring one thing. I

hadn’t planned on staying overnight. I didn’t mind. It was

only a two hour flight. At least I had my tooth brush.

I signed Drew’s papers, and he signed just below

my name. We ate a late breakfast together, and I had to get

mad at him, for him to stop begging me to go home with

him. I wanted to. Believe me, I wanted to, but I couldn’t.

Dawson was waiting for me, and I had to go home to him.

I had spent the last three months trying my damnedest to

make things the way they had been before with him. We

were doing well, and I couldn’t jeopardize screwing that

up. Drew was not the type of man that I wanted my child

raised by. He just wasn’t.

“You are going to call me Wednesday, right?” he

asked.

I sipped my decaffeinated coffee and tried to think

of why I would be calling him on Wednesday.

“You’re calling me as soon as you find out the sex

of my baby. Remember?”

“Oh, yes. I will call,” I promised, remembering the

conversation the night before.

We stood outside on the blacktop for what seemed

like forever. He wouldn’t let me get on the plane.

“Drew, I’m freezing. I have to go.”

“Can I call you?”

Yes. He could call. I wanted him to call. The only

problem with that was Dawson. He was with me every

night.

“Will you call during the day?” I asked.

He kissed me and let me go. “Probably not. I don’t

much care what your boyfriend thinks.” I didn’t know if

that meant that he wouldn’t call at all or he would call in

the evening while Dawson was there.

I spent my short flight, trying to figure out what the

hell I was supposed to do. I knew what made sense. I

knew what the safer choice was. I knew life would be a

lot simpler in Misty Bay. I knew what choice people in

their right mind would choose. I wasn’t in my right mind,

far from it.

I was dropped off at my house by Gary, right

around two in the afternoon. I did an online search on how

to get rid of my new love bite from Drew. I tried

toothpaste, ice, witch hazel, heat, and brushing a comb

over the area. Nothing worked. I had no choice but to not

let Dawson see me without a shirt until the stupid thing

went away.

Chapter 26

I fell right back into the comfortable routine with

Dawson. He worked, came to my house for supper and

slept in my bed. I had sidestepped the shower request my

first night back. We made love in the pitch dark, and by the

third day it was starting to fade. I was home free.

Dawson traded shifts with Matt the following

Wednesday so that he could go to my doctor’s appointment

with me. I stared out the window on the ride back to my

house. I’m not sure how to describe the way that I as

feeling. Don’t get me wrong, I was happy. I was just

confused once again.

Dawson reached for my hand after nudging me

with his. I looked down and placed my hand in his.

“Are you disappointed?” he asked with a warm

smile.

“No. Not at all. Why would I be disappointed?”

“I don’t know. You seem distracted. Were you

hoping for a girl?”

“No, not really. I’m fine with a little boy.”

Dawson’s smile reached his beautiful green eyes.

“I am ecstatic for a little boy. I can’t wait to take him