Underestimated Too

by Jettie Woodruff

  ‘You’re not wearing panties?’

  ‘No. Why would I? You never let me wear panties when we go out.’

  I ignored the last comment. I didn’t care about what she was reflecting on at the moment. I pulled her hand and led her out a set of double doors.

  ‘You no come here. You go to other side. This only employees,’ spoke a boy in broken English.

  I removed my wallet from the breast pocket of my jacket, held up two one hundred dollar bills, and bribed him to send us in the direction of a private room. He studied the crisp bills in my hand, snatched them, and led us down the hall.

  ‘You no touch nothing,’ he exclaimed.

  Morgan and I both laughed, closing the door to some executive’s office in the hotel. ‘Would you like the settee, the desk, or the table,’ I asked, taking her in my arms.

  ‘The window.’

  Fuck. I’ve never made love like that before. It was quick, not by my choice; we did have a party to get back to. Morgan placed her hands on the glass wall, overlooking Las Vegas night life, and I slid her dress up. Caressing her hips, I made my way to her wet pussy. Holy fuck, was she wet.”

  Oh, my god, Drew… Okay, maybe I could still get embarrassed around Deidra.

  “Keeping up the momentum with my fingers, I freed myself and slid into her. She moaned and placed her cheek against the cool glass while I moved in and out of her. We moaned together, sexy as hell emotions as we made love on top of the world. I don’t know if it was the city lights, the red dress, the sneaking in some guy’s office or what it was, but it was magical. I don’t care how cliché that sounds. It was fucking magic.”

  “Kind of like the boulder?” I asked, bringing us back to the present and thinking about making love on top of the world overlooking the ocean. I’m not so sure we didn’t conceive Nicky that day.

  “Exactly like that,” Drew agreed.

  That was the third time Drew and I made love on top of the world. The second one was on the rooftop of a high class casino, right on top of the piano.

  Drew paused, smiled, and continued his story, “Sliding out of Morgan, I spun her, lifted her legs around my waist and leaned her against the glass. ‘You have to come, Morgan. I’m not going to last much longer.’ Holy mother fucking hell. My cock grew another inch when she moved her hand down and began, massaging her little nub, helping me out. God, she needed to come.”

  I cleared my throat, trying to warn my obstinate husband that he didn’t have to tell her every little detail.

  He disregarded it and didn’t skip a beat. “Hoping like hell the room was soundproof, Morgan called out, contracting around my cock. That was it, I was finished. I thrust deep into her, filling her with my own pleasure. She kissed me with a smile.

  ‘Have we ever done that?’

  I laughed, kissed her soft lips, and placed her feet on the floor. ‘No. Never. You have sex hair.’

  ‘Sex hair?’

  ‘Yes, you need to fix yourself before we go back out there.’

  ‘I will. I need to clean your mess anyway.’

  ‘My mess?’

  ‘Yes, I’m not walking around with you all over me.’

  ‘What are you trying to say? You don’t like my come in your pussy?’

  She snickered and kissed me. ‘I love your come in my pussy. I don’t love it running down my leg.’

  ‘Oh. Come on, I’ll pay another hundred bucks to find you a private bathroom.’

  ‘I’m a lucky girl,’ Morgan teased me.” Drew smiled at Deidra and me. We were done with our session for today, and it felt like we were in a really good place this time.

  Chapter 31

  I didn’t think I was ever going to get out of the house. Drew hardly worked at all. I mean I was happy that he wasn’t working so much, but I wanted to go back to the sandwich shop to work on my plan that I didn’t have. I still didn’t know what I was supposed to say to the guy, and even if I could offer him money, how did I get it without Drew finding out?

  Drew was tied up all day Tuesday with meetings. He whined a little when I asked to go over to Alicia’s, but Celeste helped when she interrupted, saying some important investor or someone was on hold. I didn’t pay much attention. I kissed him and told him to ride home with Celeste, she and I were going to make supper.

  Alicia and I hung out by the pool with Vincent while the babies napped, and then left them with the nanny while she and I prepared a full course meal.

  “Can I see your phone for a second?” I asked, Alicia, pretending to look around for mine. I knew I’d left it on the table by the door. I did that on purpose.

  “Right there,” she nodded. “Where’s yours?”

  “I don’t know. It’s around here somewhere,” I feigned ignorance.

  I did a quick search on Alicia’s phone. The only thing I really needed was Drew’s driver’s license and most banks asked for social security numbers. I didn’t know Drew’s social security number. Drew knew mine, he kept the little blue card locked in his office safe. How was I supposed to get that? Some banks also required a four digit code, luckily the one I needed to get into didn’t require that. Lucky for me, like that was going to matter.

  “What are you doing?” Alicia finally asked.

  “Nothing, just looking for a something to send Caroline for her birthday,” I lied the perfect lie and handed her phone back. Maybe I should tell Alicia what I was up to. Maybe she would help me. No, she’d deem me crazy, tell Celeste, Celeste would tell Drew, and I’d be locked up for life. I had to figure it out on my own. If I go through all this and find a string of pearls or something, I’m going to scream.

  Drew arrived with Celeste around five, and we all sat down for our well thought out meal. Celeste and Drew both bragged about the old fashioned American meal. Our full course meal consisted of fat cheeseburgers with the works, homemade chili, cheese fries, fresh buttered broccoli, and one crisp dill pickle on each plate. Nicholas loved the dill pickle and wanted nothing else. I kept getting mad at Drew because he wouldn’t stop giving it to him so that I could get him to eat some real food.

  We were going to have an issue with the discipline. I could see it now. Nicholas only had to scream or whine for something and Drew gave it to him. Nicky was smart, he caught on to that trick pretty quick. Drew gave him everything he wanted, I didn’t.

  “Did Morgan tell you we were going to have another baby?” Drew asked, looking at Alicia after I took the pickle away from him and gave Nicky a bite of broccoli instead. I dropped my fork to my plate with a loud clink. I might have stabbed him with it had I not gotten it out of my hand.

  “Oh, my god, Morgan! Why didn’t you tell me?” Alicia exclaimed excitedly.

  “Because, we’re not having a baby. Drew fell down the steps and bumped his head,” I retorted, glaring at Drew.

  He smiled and reached for the pickle, snapping off a piece for Nicholas. He whined, he wanted the pickle, and pushed the spoon of broccoli away.

  Celeste saved the day and an argument by changing the subject, thank god.

  “Are you getting a safety deposit box?” Celeste asked, looking at Alicia’s phone.

  FUCK!!!!

  “I don’t know. I thought maybe we should. You know for the kid’s birth certificate, socials, and stuff like that,” Alicia replied, right on target. I breathed a sigh of relief. I never thought about that happening. Celeste went on to tell her they didn’t need that, they had a walk-in safe in her office, and for her not to worry about things like that. She took care of it. , she was so much like Drew. Alicia gave me a look while, taking her unnecessary lecture. She knew I was up to something.

  “You’re still doing lunch with me tomorrow, right?” Alicia asked at the door. I looked to Drew for the answer. I hadn’t mentioned that to him. He would throw a fit about it, I was sure.

  “You’ve been together all day. Why do you need to do that?” Drew asked, taking Nicky from my arms. Drew really did think I liked being with him twenty four seven. It wasn�
�t all a control thing. He honestly thought I needed to be up his ass day in and day out. Mostly I did, but I still needed to breathe different air than him occasionally.

  “Did you have plans for me tomorrow, Drew?” I smartly asked. You could say I was a little annoyed with my husband by the time we left. Alicia already lectured me about the way he controlled everything I did. I hated it when he did it in front of her. I couldn’t deny it all the time when he did that.

  “No, I’m working, but I’ll be at home.”

  “Yeah, so what? Yes, I’ll go. You picking me up or you want me to pick you up?” I asked. I didn’t mean to say the ‘so what’ part. It slipped.

  “I’ll pick you up at one. Maybe we’ll go downtown and check out that new art museum.”

  “Okay, talk to you tomorrow,” I said, saying goodnight. Drew didn’t speak, not to her anyway.

  “And maybe you won’t,” he answered where only I could hear him. I knew he wouldn’t let me go downtown for whatever reason. He had a million of them, the traffic, drugs, rapes, the murderers, I might get lost, I could be in another accident, or the reason I think was behind it I could disappear again.

  “You don’t need to have lunch with Alicia tomorrow. What do you want? I’ll have Marta make it for you,” Drew said, taking my hand in the car.

  “I’m not sure what I will want tomorrow. It’s not about that and you know it. Drew you’re smothering me. You’ve got to stop.”

  “I know. You’re right. You can go with Alicia, just promise me you won’t go downtown to some art museum.”

  “I am not going to promise you that. Alicia and I are both grown women capable of handling society.”

  “We’re not going to argue about it, Morgan. I don’t want you on or around the strip and that’s that. You can go to the little sandwich shop, the bookstore, library, even that dumb little pawnshop you like going to, but I don’t want you on the strip. I’m not talking about it anymore. I mean what I say.”

  The pawnshop….That’s it. I could get money from the pawnshop. I had a jewelry box full of rings, necklaces, bracelets, broaches, and I was sure everything in there was worth a pretty penny or thousands. Drew would never miss it, and if he did, I’d just say I lost it.

  “Morgan, did you hear me?” Drew interrupted my scheming thoughts.

  “Yes, what part did you think I missed? The part where you gave me permission to go on this side of town, or was it the part where you were forbidding me to go to the strip.”

  “Are we really going to do this?”

  “No, Drew. We’re not doing this,” I agreed, deciding it wasn’t worth the fight. I wouldn’t win it anyway.

  Drew needed to go work in his office for a while. Drew and I needed a timeout. He was irritated with me, and I was indisputably exasperated with him. He didn’t go back to work. He followed me upstairs with Nicholas. I changed his diaper, and Drew took him to the toy box. Nicky didn’t play with any of it. He made a mess, taking everything he could reach out and dropping it to the floor. Once in a while, he’d sit down and put it back, but that was more work. It was easier for Drew to put them back.

  “You got him for a while? I’m going to take a bath.”

  “Come here,” Drew coaxed, reaching for me with his hand. I didn’t want to go to him. I wanted him to leave me alone.

  Drew pulled me to his lap, and I picked up a truck, spinning the wheels, trying to ignore Drew with a pout.

  “Stop being mad at me,” he teased, poking my ribs.

  “Stop,” I whined.

  “I think it must be that time of month. You’re awfully grouchy.”

  “I’m not grouchy. I’m tired of being treated like a teenager. I don’t need you tell me what’s best for me.”

  “Morgan, it’s not about that. I can’t stand the thought of something happening to you.”

  “You can’t keep me locked up here with you because you worry about me.”

  “I know. I’m trying. Give me some time. I’m getting there.”

  “Okay, I agreed.” I knew this was hard for Drew. I knew he was trying and would hopefully lose his insecurities and trust me. I wasn’t sure how much more I could handle. I thought I was doing fine. I didn’t think I minded the way he was but in truth, I did. It made me think of life in Maine for the first time in a very long time.

  That’s what I reflected on while I soaked in a hot bubble bath, life in Maine. Oh how I missed it. Not so much the cold winters, but the beach, my friends, Starlight, Lauren, and even Dawson. Dawson never treated me this way. I remembered asking his permission one afternoon to go out with Starlight and Lauren to see a movie. He looked at me like I had said the most ridiculous thing in the world. I never asked after that. I actually even taunted with it a couple times after that, like it was a really big deal to tell him I am doing something.

  Dawson never cared what I did, or who I did it with. Drew would never be that way. We could hire a hundred Deidra’s and it wouldn’t matter. Drew was always going to want control over me. Was I willing to give it to him? I already had. I just wasn’t sure I was willing to let him keep it.

  ***

  “You’re still mad at me,” Drew accused when I didn’t lay my book down and give him my full attention.

  “No I’m not.”

  “You are too. If you weren’t, you’d put that book down and pay attention to me.”

  Do I know my husband or what?

  “I’m at a really good part,” I countered.

  “Read it to me.”

  “No.”

  “Take your panties off and read it to me.”

  Stupid vagina.

  Stupid vagina and stupid book. I really was at a good part. I would be rereading it again the following day. I have no idea what I was reading, and I wasn’t really thinking about what Drew was doing while I sat between his legs or what his fingers were doing to my pussy. My mind went to the first time Drew had done this. He was pissed about a deal that Derik had lost and was yelling at him in the living area where I was reading.

  I sat just like this, between his legs, against his chest, while he reached around me, played with my pussy, and twisted my nipple while I read to him.

  “Don’t stop,” Drew warned, just like he had the first time. I tried to keep reading words I couldn’t understand. I was losing. “Don’t come,” Drew also warned in my hair. I was screwed. I was going to come and then I was going to lay across my husband’s lap and take a spanking. I swear my pussy knew it too. Just thinking about it made me want to come.

  “Don’t stop, Drew,” I moaned, writhing into his fingers, almost there when he stopped, hearing Nicholas fuss.

  “Nicholas is crying.”

  Holding his fingers with my hand, I rubbed them around my pulsating nub, myself. I wasn’t about to let him quit. I was right there. Drew rubbed, quicker and harder, letting me release.

  “Let me up,” he demanded.

  “Uh-uh, wait a minute,” I panted, needing to come down from my high first. “I’ll get him.”

  “What is the problem here, little man?” I asked, turning the dim lamp on in Nicholas’s room. “Mommy’s trying to have an adult moment with your daddy. It’s time for you to go to bed.”

  I picked him up, checked his dry diaper, and laid him back down with a kiss. I didn’t even have the blanket over him when he rolled over and pulled himself up again, determined he wasn’t going to bed yet. Mommy was determined that he was.

  “What are you doing? He’s still crying,” Drew pointed out the fact, laying on his side, stroking his massive erection. Damn.

  “He’s fine. He’s fed, bathed, read to, and dry. He’ll give up soon,” I assured him, taking his hardness in my hand.

  “He probably wants you to rock him or something.”

  “Drew, he’s fine.”

  Damn it.

  “I’ll rock him myself,” Drew said, getting up and pulling on a pair of boxers that did little to conceal his ready for me cock. Grrrrr.

  I
should have stayed in bed. I shouldn’t have taken it the way I did, but damn it, I didn’t want Nicholas to think all he had to do was yell a little, and somebody would come and give him what he wanted.

  “Leave him in bed, Drew,” I followed, coming between him and Nicky.

  “Move, Morgan.”

  “No, Drew. There is nothing wrong with him. I don’t want him thinking all he has to do is throw a tantrum like his dad and he’ll get what he wants.”

  “Excuse me?” Drew questioned in the tone. Shit, I wasn’t going for this either. I was going for sex. “You think I throw a tantrum to get what I want?”

  “No, Drew. I’m only referring to Nicholas. There is nothing wrong with him. He’s just fighting sleep. Let’s leave him alone and let him fall asleep on his own.”

  “Why? Because you’d rather have your pussy rubbed than take care of your son?”

  “Really? You’re going to talk like this in front of our son?”

  “He had no clue what I just said. Is that what your problem is, Morgan? Your pussy needs to be rubbed?” Drew asked, trying to move his fingers between my legs. I forced his hand away from me with a jerk, stepping away from him.

  “I don’t need you to touch anything. Go ahead, get him up, teach him to get what he wants before he’s even two.”

  “Shut up, Morgan. I’m warning you. Shut the hell up.”

  “Fuck you,” I yelled, instantly feeling the back of his hand across my eye. It all happened so fast, I’m not even sure how many times he hit me. I know I was on the floor, he was on top of me, and poor little Nicky was screaming now, scared to death. That’s when Drew came to his senses, looked down in a realization of what he was doing to me and got up. He picked up Nicky, shushing and comforting him as he sat in the rocking chair. I scrambled to my feet and left them.

  “Why, Morgan?” Drew asked, sitting on my side of the bed after getting Nicholas asleep and in bed.

  “Why what?” I asked, still tasting blood from the inside of my lip.

  “Why do you make me do that? Why can’t you just do what I tell you to do?” he asked, turning me to the side and rubbing my ass. Now he was going to punish me for making him hit me. We’d have amazing fucked up sex, and he’d be sorry. I either went along with it, enjoyed the honeymoon stage until the next time or else, well, I didn’t really have an or else. I did what he said or there were consequences. There were no other alternatives with Drew. Drew didn’t really give me options.