Underestimated

by Jettie Woodruff

  What the fuck? I looked around to the empty room and moved my hand. I thought for sure I would fall when I felt his fingers glide slowly up my throbbing, betraying, wet pussy.

  “Fuck, Morgan,” he rasped in the crook of my neck as his fingers did forbidding things in a public setting. I could only respond with a moan.

  I was going to fucking come. I was going to let go right there on the empty dance floor. He grinded into me, and I could feel his rock hard rod on my stomach. I wanted him. I wanted him inside of me right that second. I would have lain spread eagle right there on the marble dance floor. I didn’t care who saw. I actually felt a little excitement at the thought of being watched.

  “Shit, Drew,” I whimpered.

  “Come to me, baby,” he whispered. I did. We shared a moan in each other’s mouth as my walls constricted around his fingers.

  “I hate you,” I panted.

  Drew laughed and removed his fingers from me. I looked around once again at the empty room. It was one of those times where you felt like you were being watched. Whether we were or not, I didn’t know, but it sure felt like there were eyes staring at us.

  “I love you, and I love you,” he said, bending and kissing my belly.

  Great…

  Drew led me back to the table, and I knew for sure we were being watched during our public, well my public orgasm, I should say. As soon as we were seated we were served our meals. I wasn’t surprised that they had already been ordered. Drew was known for ordering for me. I didn’t mind. He always did okay.

  “You can’t stay with me,” I told Drew matter-of-fact. He couldn’t. I was trying my best to be true to Dawson. If I let him come anywhere close to me where there was an accessible bed, I was finished. Hell, I had just let him finger me on the freaking dance floor for God’s Sake.

  “Yes I can,” he said, twirling his noodles around his fork.

  “Drew, what the hell are you trying to do here?”

  “I’m trying to get my wife to understand that I intend to fuck her senseless tonight and then she’s going to fall asleep naked in my arms. You’re a pretty smart girl. I don’t think you need a comprehensive walk-through.”

  “Jesus Christ, Drew. I haven’t even talked to you in almost three months. What the hell makes you think that you can just insist that I fly here, have dinner with you, and then go to bed with you? You’re crazy, and I mean that literally. I don’t want to sleep with you.” I demanded. Of course he smiled that stupid sexy smile that went straight to my groin again.

  “Let me stay with you, and I promise I won’t touch you unless you tell me to.”

  Like I could do that. I shook my head and pushed my almost finished plate away. I was having sex with this man. It was inevitable.

  “Tell me how the doctor’s appointments are going,” he coaxed, stabbing my half eaten steak with his fork and placing it on his plate. My hand automatically went to my stomach. I rubbed in circles as I looked up to this beautiful man, defeated.

  “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 fishing,” he said, excited.

  I couldn’t help but smile too. I could just see the three of us walking along the beach with a brown haired little boy riding on Dawson’s shoulders.

  “Have you thought about names?” he asked.

  “Not really. The only thing that I knew for sure was if it was a girl, her middle name was going to be Joyce like mine and Caroline’s”

  “Wait. I thought your middle name was Michelle,” he stated, confused.

  I smiled an uncertain smile.” Riley’s middle name is Michelle. Morgan’s middle name is Joyce.”

  Dawson didn’t reply right away. He contemplated what I had just said, briefly before responding. “I can’t call you Morgan, Ry.”

  I kind of giggled. “I don’t want you to call me Morgan.” I didn’t. I wasn’t Morgan with him. I w
as Morgan with Drew, and I wanted to keep the two separated.

  We stopped at Star’s on the way through town and had one of her new club sandwiches. She now had two girls working for her plus the one that I had l already met. The place was hopping. Of course she had to let her new help know that they were working there because of me. I believed that myself though. I know that it wouldn’t have been any more than the run down coffee shop, had I not taken it up on myself to turn it into something unique.

  By the time we made it back, I was tired and ready for my daily nap. I never realized how much being pregnant took out of you. I was tired all the time.

  Dawson stopped me just in the door. He kissed me and told me that he loved me. He was as proud as an Olympian wearing a gold medal.

  “I love you too,” I smiled up at him kissing him.

  “I suppose you are heading straight to the couch,” he mused.

  “That is exactly where I am heading,” I assured him. What I really wanted to do was call Drew. I told him that I would call as soon as I found out. I wondered if he even remembered. Maybe I wouldn’t call him. Yes. I would. The bastard asked if he could call and hadn’t called one time in almost a week.

  I sat on the sofa and started to call my mom.

  “Who are you calling?” Dawson asked.

  “My mom. I told her I would call after we found out.”

  Dawson knelt in front of me and kissed me again. “I’m going to my house for a bit and then to work. I’ll see you tonight,” he said.

  “Okay, I’m going to lie on this couch and fall asleep to some tacky soap opera.”

  He smiled and kissed me. “I’ll call you later. I love you.”

  “I love you too.”

  I had just gotten on the phone with my mom when I had a beep from Drew. Of course I had to take it right that second.

  “I’ll call you back in a few minutes, mom. Drew is beeping.”

  “Why? I thought you and Dawson were an item now. Have you filed for divorce?”

  Okay. My mom and I hadn’t talked for years. I didn’t think she had the right to go there.

  “We are. I will call you back,” I said. I wanted to get to Drew before he hung up.

  “Hello,” I answered Drew.