An Underestimated Christmas (Underestimated 3)

by Woodruff, Jettie

  “What are you doing in here?” I asked.

  “Now, is that any way to greet your husband after he’s been gone for a week?” he asked with a smirk.

  “You could have stayed gone for a month, and I wouldn’t have cared.”

  He stood and was in my face in a split second. “Where are your manners, Mrs. Kelley?”

  “I AIN’T GOT NONE,” I yelled back.

  “I don’t have any,” he corrected my hick language. “Now, say it again.”

  “Fuck you!” I said through gritted teeth.

  That was the first time he hit me. The back of his hand went right across my right cheekbone, and I almost landed on the floor.

  “That will be the last time you ever say anything like that to me. Do you understand?” he asked as I held my throbbing face.

  I didn’t answer and willed my tears to stay put.

  “Answer ME!” he said, raising his voice.

  “YES!” I yelled right back.

  “Yes, Drew, and try to say it a little nicer this time.”

  “Yes, Drew,” I said quietly. I had to. I was afraid he would hit me again.

  “Good girl. Now come here,” he ordered, sitting back to my bed.

  I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to go to him. What did he want? Why did I have to go to him…on my bed?!

  “I said to come here, Morgan,” he warned. I slowly took the five steps to him, counting every one, and stopping when I thought it was close enough.

  “Closer,” he demanded with a dark, hungry look in his eyes.

  My knees were shaking as I walked to him. Drew ran both his hands down my still damp arms, sending chills up my spine. My breath caught when he moved my right arm away from holding the towel closed over my breasts. He pulled it apart and let if fall to the floor. My eyes closed in utter humiliation.

  “Oh my, my, you have got to be the hottest little thing I’ve ever seen,” he admitted as his eyes went right to my pussy. I was so glad that I had taken the panties with me and was somewhat covered. I should have known that I wasn’t going to keep them on for long.

  He pulled the front of my panties out and only looked at first.

  “I love this,” he said, touching the thin line of hair leading right to my sex.

  I gasped from his touch and stepped back with one foot. He stood and walked behind me, kissing the back of my neck as his hands explored my stomach and ribs. I could smell his cologne and closed my eyes at what was transpiring, having no say in it whatsoever.

  His lips trailed my neck and shoulders and then his fingers found my nipple. I almost moaned when he teased it between his thumb and finger. I felt the sensations electrify from my nipple all the way to my groin.

  He slowly moved in front of me and kissed me. I didn’t kiss him back and kept my lips pressed firmly together.

  “Open your mouth,” he ordered.

  I parted them slightly, but it was enough for him to gain access and take my mouth with his tongue. I tried my best not to kiss him back or touch him, but my body was betraying me, and strange emotions took over.

  I didn’t think my heart could beat any faster, not until he pulled away from my lips and dropped to the floor in front of me. He slowly moved my panties down my legs and had to tell me to pick up my feet so he could remove them. He sat back on his feet and stared at my sex.

  “I love this,” he softly spoke, moving his fingers between my legs. I gasped from his touch, and he snickered a little. He hadn’t touched between my folds yet, and only gently ran his fingers on my smooth lips.

  “Do you want me to touch you, Morgan?” he rasped.

  “No,” I spouted in a hateful tone.

  And he snorted again. “I think you do,” he accused, placing his thumb and forefinger on my lips and opening me up, still not touching me. I was afraid that he could see the throbbing that was begging for attention. I didn’t want any of what he was doing and I didn’t understand why my body was feeling the way it was around him.

  After standing, he looked down and kissed my lips, circled me, and kissed my neck again. I was begging myself with everything in me to keep it together. He might be able to make me do what he wanted, but he couldn’t make me enjoy it. I tried to tell myself that I wasn’t enjoying it, and I didn’t want him to touch me, but I was quickly losing the battle.

  I remember him thrusting his hips into me right after I thought about him having a little dick. That’s why he had to buy a wife. That was far from the case. I felt Drew’s not so small dick on my hip.

  “Lay down on the bed, Morgan,” he whispered in my ear, walking me forward when I didn’t move. My knees shook even more and I trembled. I didn’t want to do it. I was so scared and Drew didn’t care. Not one little bit of sympathy did he show for me. None.

  I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. Did he want me lay on my stomach? I didn’t know what he wanted so I did nothing, nothing except notice my heart beating out of my chest and the dull pain on my cheekbone. He turned me around and moved me back so that I had to sit. He wasn’t modest at all and didn’t care that his dick was right in front of me. He grabbed himself and made a hissing sound as he moved it, trying to get some relief in the now too tight dress slacks.

  Drew picked up both my legs, willing me to lay back. I scooted back on my elbows, not wanting to be exposed to him. He had the most lustful, crazed look in his eyes as he seemed engrossed in my naked body beneath him. He slid both his hands up my legs and to the edges of my pussy. Drew still didn’t touch me where I felt I needed to be touched.

  “Spread your legs,” he demanded, grabbing himself again.

  “I don’t want to,” I weakly spoke.

  “But you’re going to, so you should take heed in my warning and listen to me now.”

  I was afraid of the warning he spoke of and slowly raised both of my legs. He hissed again as he stared at my extremely open sex. Using both of his thumbs, he opened me more. I closed my eyes, trying to shut out him and the humiliation.

  “You’re very wet, your pussy wants to be touched, doesn’t it, Morgan?”

  “No,” I said through my rapid breaths while my body trembled beneath his powerful stance.

  “I am not touching you until you tell me to.”

  He continued to tease my outer folds, but wouldn’t go anywhere close to my inner core. He would get close, very close, and after what seemed like hours that I was sure were only minutes, I twisted my hips, hoping his fingers would slip and find my throbbing nub, but he stopped moving altogether.

  “Do you want me to touch you now?”

  “Yes,” I said in a panting breath, noticing the winning smirk on his face. I wanted to kick it right off him, but I wanted him to touch me more. I remember thinking maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, maybe I could enjoy it.

  He turned his hand, palm side up, and ran his middle finger from my opening up to my clit. I squirmed beneath his fingers, and closed my eyes, trying not to moan. He never slid his fingers inside of me, like I was hoping he would, but focused on my slick wetness, massaging the slipperiness into my clit. He placed his thumb on the throbbing sensation, circling it with just the right amount of pressure. I knew I was going to explode when my hips moved into his thumb. I was almost there, so close to the crest when he slowed his pace and pressure.

  “Do you want to come, Morgan?” he asked, towering over me.

  I did want to come, and I wanted to come right that second. I knew I was going to have to play his game, and he wasn’t going to do anything without me telling him, so I played the game.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  Drew picked up his speed and added more pressure again. Just when I was right there, ready to be relieved, he abruptly stopped. My eyes opened and he pulled me up, and then pushed me to the floor to kneel in front of him.

  “You can come when you learn to listen and watch your mouth.”

  I started to panic again when he undid his belt and freed himself. He placed the head of his cock
right on my tightly squeezed lips.

  “Open your mouth, Morgan.”

  “Uh-uh,” I hummed as he moved his head from one side of my lips to the other, applying his pre-come to my lips like lipstick. He continued this, enjoying it, I was sure, until he wanted in my mouth.

  “Open your mouth, Morgan,” he demanded again, but I still wasn’t doing it. No way was he was putting that thing in my mouth.

  He brought his hand up and rubbed my already bruised cheek, and then plugged off my only source of oxygen with his fingers. I still didn’t care. I would pass out before I opened my mouth for his dick. That only lasted for about a minute and my survival instincts betrayed me, causing me to gasp for air. I tried to do it quickly, but he was faster and shoved himself inside my mouth with a gratifying moan.

  “Oh, fuck yeah,” he muttered, sliding in and out of my mouth. He held my head by the top of my hair and thrust in and out of me, sometimes causing my gag reflex to engage. He moved rapidly, and when I felt the pulsating, I knew he was about to come in my mouth. I swiftly jerked away from him. He continued to stroke himself and held my nose again.

  “Ah, open up, baby,” he moaned, close to release.

  No way! Fuck you, dude.

  Again, the stupid survival instinct kicked in and I was forced to take a breath, allowing him access again, but this time, he held my jaw open with his fingers. He pulled out again and stroked himself ferociously on my lips, and just like that, he was spewing out, moaning as his eyes watched the show. He managed to get his head in just enough to ensure that I did get it in my mouth and then smeared the rest of it, moistening my lips with his come. Every time I tried to push it out of my mouth with my tongue he used his head and pushed it back. I finally swallowed what was in my mouth just to get it out.

  He picked up the towel that I had around me, wiped himself off, and put himself away. He tossed me a towel and I instantly spit into it, wiping as much of him away as I could. He squatted to me on the floor and ran his middle finger up my glistening wet folds again and whispered to my lips.

  That was how Drew treated me the very first time we were intimate, and that wasn’t even sex yet. Drew came back the following morning to punish me, literally. I was forced to bend over his lap while he spanked me, and then he fucked me, just not where my virginity counted. He made me hold my legs up and he gave it to me in my ass. That’s how Drew treated me, those were the things Drew did to me, and when he finally did take my virginity, it wasn’t pleasant. Drew forced himself in me and then came in my mouth. Those were my memories of getting to know my husband. There were no flowers or candy. Only Drew. Drew with the devil in his eyes.

  Maybe I hadn’t forgiven him, maybe I never would. I think it hurt more now, looking back, than it did at the time. I hated him then, but I would die for him now. Drew was the most complicated person on earth, but maybe it really was best for everyone around. Especially Nicky and Tadpole.

  “Mrs. Kelley?” a nurse quietly spoke from my door. I turned to look at her, showing her that it didn’t matter that it was three in the morning. I was wide awake.

  “I’m awake.”

  “How are you feeling?”

  “Like an idiot,” I snorted.

  “We all go through things. I need to know if you’re going to go to the clinic. They need to get ready for you, Nicole Riverton will come and take you there. We just need the go ahead from you,” she softly explained.

  I took a deep breath and the tears escaped. All I could see was Nicholas standing outside the bathroom, watching me. I didn’t want to leave my boys, not at Christmas, and not for ten days. They couldn’t handle that. I couldn’t handle that.

  “Yes, I’ll go,” I managed to say through sobs.

  I moved Tadpole’s little body from my arm when my phone rang. The panic of Morgan calling at three thirty in the morning made me answer. It wasn’t like I was sleeping anyway. I had two boys and a dog in my bed. Two boys that didn’t understand what was going on. Two boys that wanted their mommy. I moved over to the loveseat in front of the cozy fire and answered.

  “Hello.”

  “Drew?”

  “Are you okay?” I asked. I could tell she was crying when she hesitated. I could hear the crackling in her tone, and I could tell in the way her breaths caught when she spoke.

  “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I’m going to check in to the clinic. Nicole is going to pick me up and take me there in the morning. It’s for ten days.”

  “Okay,” I replied. I didn’t know what else to say.

  “You’re not taking them from me, Drew. I’m going to get better, and I’m going to be the best mommy to those two little boys I can be.”

  “I would never keep you from the boys. You know that, but if you think for one second you’re going to be alone with either of them while you’re on opiates you’re crazy. I’ll run with them first. You’ll never see them again.”

  “I wouldn’t blame you if you did that, but I’m going to kick this. I will win.”

  “I hope you do. And then what, Morgan?”

  “I don’t know, Drew. Maybe it’s time we stop fighting this,” Morgan proposed in a sob. I bit my bottom lip, hating the thought of what she was suggesting.

  “Go do your time, and we’ll talk about it after the holidays. I don’t know what to do. I really like it here. I want to keep Nicky working with John, and I want to stay in Center Station.”

  “I guess that’s something we’ll have to discuss. I’m sure there are other homes for sale around there where we can stay close to each other for the boys. I have nothing anywhere else. You have all I care about in this world there with you.”

  “Morgan, please stop crying,” I begged watching the fire blur through my own watering eyes.

  “I have to go, Drew. Please give the boys a kiss and tell them I love them so much,” Morgan said through weeps and sniffles.

  “Morgan?” I called right before I heard the silence and then her blinking name. I may or may not have shed a tear or two that night. Was this it? Were Morgan and Drew finished?

  Fuck! Life could not be this cruel. When was it my turn to be happy? When was it my turn to stop fighting with this fucked up thing called life?

  “Where my mommy go?” Tadpole asked, climbing to my lap with Nicholas’s blanket that he suddenly didn’t care about anymore. Blankly had been easily replaced with Dasher. Who would have thought? I rubbed my sore neck, siting up from my slouched position on the loveseat.

  “Mommy’s still at the doctor, buddy. Come on, let’s go pee.”

  I did what I had planned on doing with the boys without Morgan. I did the workshop with John at the little community center and then helped with making a ring garland out of red and green construction paper. It wasn’t the same without Morgan here. Even the boys seemed to be down. Tadpole wasn’t bouncing off the walls like he normally was. It made me wonder what went on in their little minds.

  “Your wife not coming today?” Macy Spirits asked, sliding beside me. Too close beside me. I smelled her strong perfume before I saw the cleavage pressing toward me.

  “My mommy not feel very much good,” Tadpole explained.

  “She’s not coming today,” I offered with only that. I didn’t need the town slut hitting on me right now. I moved to the other side of the table to help Nicholas get his chain of red and greens unstuck from being glued to the table.

  As soon as Stacy took the boys to start practicing for the Christmas play, I stepped out. I need air. I needed to know what was going on with Morgan. Should I call her? Should I call Nicole? Should I call her mother? Fuck. I hated this. Fuck.

  “You okay?” Nicole asked, coming around the corner.

  “Nicole, where is she?”

  “She’s at the clinic, Drew. She’s okay,” she assured me. I wasn’t expecting her to hug me. What the fuck? “She’s going to be fine. She’s a fighter. Don’t worry about her.”

  “Did you talk to her? What’s she saying?”

  “She’s
confused, hurt, and ashamed, you know, typical junky stuff,” she teased, letting me go.

  “I don’t think I can forgive her this time. You have no idea what she did.”

  “Yes I do. She left Tadpole alone in a bar while she scored in the bathroom. She told me. So what. Tadpole is fine and Morgan feels horrible about it. I’m not going to hang her for doing what addicts do. I’ve worked with clients that have left their children in cars for hours while they scored. You don’t understand what she’s going through right now. Unless you’ve been addicted to something, you can’t know what you would do to get it. Don’t hang her on the square for something she had no control over.”

  “She left him alone in a bar. He’s three,” I reminded her. Fuck that. I wasn’t letting that one go that easily. She knew what she was doing. She even said she knew not to do it. She did it anyway. No. I wasn’t going to be that forgiving. I couldn’t.

  “And you called her phone to spy on her. What gives you the right?”

  “It’s obvious she wasn’t going to tell me.” I could feel myself getting mad all over again. Just thinking about Tadpole sitting alone in that place boiled my blood.

  “I wouldn’t have, either. Haven’t you ever done anything that you’re ashamed of? Something you wouldn’t want anyone else to know you did? Have you always permeated this perfect husband and father persona? Or is that only when you’re not behind closed doors?”

  “What did she tell you?” I asked, knowing Morgan was running her mouth about shit other people didn’t need know about.

  “Why does that matter? You’re God. You’ve never done anything you regret, anything stupid, or anything you would take back in a heartbeat if you could. Look, Drew. All I’m saying is be careful what you wish for. If you don’t fight for her, you’re going to lose her. She wants me to bring her some house listings around here. She’s not coming home to you.”

  “Did she tell you that? She won’t be away from the boys over the holidays,” I assured her. Morgan will want to be with them on Christmas.” Morgan would never do that. We may not have been much on the whole Christmas traditions, but we still woke up to Santa being there no matter where we were. Morgan wouldn’t miss that for anything.