Underestimated Part 23

"Do you ever eat at home?" Dawson asked, coming to join not only me, but Lauren now too.

"Not really. Why would I?" she asked, and the bad part was, she was dead serious.

She did stay and help clean up and was gone right after.

Dawson and I settled into the sofa to watch Sunday night football. I had never watched football until that fall.

It was one of my favorite past times with him. We had our favorite teams and mine happened to be the 49ers. His was Green Bay. I loved for him to sit and explain the plays to me while I cuddled up to him on the couch. I had never felt so safe and secure before him, and I cherished the feel of his arms strongly around me.

I was glad for the distraction and was really hoping that he didn't bring up Drew again that night. I knew that he wasn't going to drop it for good, but I was eager to let it go for a night.

"Take your sweats off," he requested, pulling the blanket from the back of the couch.

"What are you going to do me, Sherriff?" I asked in a flirty tone as he lifted me out of them himself.

He didn't answer. "Roll over," he requested.

He didn't do what I was expecting at all, and ma.s.saged me from my neck to my feet. I don't think I have ever felt anything so relaxing in my life. His strong hands felt amazing as he rubbed the tension right out of me. I'm sure I moaned more than once.

"Roll over," he said again. This time with a more raspy sensual tone.

Hold your horses' v.a.g.i.n.a.

I was instantly aroused when he slowly and seductively slid my panties over my hips. He ran his hand down my chest and my stomach. I swear his hands were magical. Not really. I knew I felt this way with him because he loved me, and wanted me to feel just what I was feeling.

Dawson made slow love to me and stared down at me with the most emotional eyes ever. I was sure that he could see my battered soul. That's how deep he was into me.

"I love you, Riley," he whispered as he pressed himself in and out of me.

"Hmm, I love you too, Daw," I was spent. I tried to wait on him, but I couldn't. I moaned a soft physical moan and let go.

Once I was coherent enough after the amazing o.r.g.a.s.m, I opened my eyes and looked up at him.

He bent and kissed me softly. "I love pleasing you," he smiled. I was happy that he loved it. I loved that he loved it.

We lay on the sofa naked, tangled in each other, and finished watching the game. He got up and took my hand after turning off the television. We again lay naked engrossed in each other.

"Do you want to talk?" he whispered in the dark.

"That's a rhetorical question," I stated, and he snickered.

"You don't have to talk anymore tonight," he said, stressing the word tonight, meaning that I was going to talk.

I didn't have any recurring nightmares that night. I was actually surprised that I didn't with all the reminiscing that Dawson insisted on.

We spent the next few nights at Dawson's house because he just couldn't wait for one more day to start a fire in his fire place. It was cozy, and I loved sitting in front of it wrapped in his arms. I loved making love in front of it even more. He hadn't asked me about my past anymore, and I sure as h.e.l.l wasn't going to bring it up.

We went to bed fairly early one night while at his house, and I have no idea what triggered it. I was happy and in love, not thinking about Drew at all. I did have a nightmare, and woke up panting and gasping for air, with Dawson holding me tight.

"You're okay. I've got you," he whispered over and over as I came to my senses.

"Dawson?"

"Shhhh, I'm right here, Ry."

I realized that he really was there, and instantly relaxed.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, kissing my head.

"No. Just don't let me go."

I never did tell Dawson about my dream that night, but I did come to the conclusion that he only asked about my past when I woke him in a panic. That was my new goal in life. Don't have a nightmare and Dawson wouldn't ask about where I had come from. That dream too was very real, although it had nothing at all to do with my life with Drew. It was about Dawson. Derik had shot him in the head right in front of me while Drew dragged me by my hair to the awaiting limousine. It haunted me for days. I would never forgive myself if something happened to him because of me. I didn't think that I could live without him.

He was too much a part of me, and I loved him more than anything in life.

I started taking three instead of two of Starlight's all natural sleep aids. It helped. I slept sound without being haunted from my past. It had been almost a month since I had woken trembling, and scared.

Dawson and I, Lauren and Levi all got together at Star's for Thanksgiving. We had a lot of fun yelling at the television at our favorite football teams. Star was an awesome cook, and I think everyone ate more than their fair share. We didn't leave Star's until almost midnight, and I went home with Dawson, only because neither of us wanted to be woken by my annoying neighbor who we both loved dearly. We just wanted to sleep in.

We went right to bed and for some reason Dawson decided that I needed to talk again. I was extremely annoyed with him. We had a great day and had just made beautiful love together, and he wanted to go and ruin it.

"You still haven't told me how you got away from Drew," he said with a soft kiss. I was glad that it was dark, and he couldn't see me roll my eyes.

I rolled over to my side, and he snuggled up to my back.

"I'm too tired for that," I stated. I wasn't tired at all. I just didn't want to end a perfect day with that.

"You can't avoid it forever, Ry."

"I could if you would shut up about it."

"But, you know that I'm not going to."

I sat up. I was p.i.s.sed. I didn't know where it was coming from because I didn't have that emotion. I was never allowed to have that emotion. I didn't care. If he wanted to do this then that's what we were going to do.

"Fine, Dawson. What would you like to know?

Would you like to hear more about how f.u.c.ked up my s.e.x life was or were you thinking more along the lines of when he beat the s.h.i.+t out of me?" I asked, angrily.

"Riley, uh-uh, we're not doing this. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

d.a.m.nit all the way to h.e.l.l. Why did he have to be so good to me?

"I'm sorry," I apologized, and he pulled me to him.

We lay quietly for a long time. The only noise was a dog barking down the street somewhere, and his occasional kiss to my head every now and then.

"Rebecca came into my room once I was allowed out of the gym," I began, and I felt Dawson hold me a little tighter. "I didn't feel well. My face was pretty busted up, and my ankle was black and blue. She got close enough when she sat my supper on my night stand so that she couldn't be heard through Drew's security system, and whispered.

"I have a plan."

I looked at her, and she looked back with eyes that told me not to speak. She winked and left me with a little bit of hope.

A week later Derik drove us to the library and for some reason followed us in. I a.s.sumed it was because Drew had told him to.

That didn't stop Rebecca. She got a magazine and pretended to point and talk about an article.

"You need to take some of his money," she started.

I looked at her with a, you're crazy expression, and she gave me a look to turn back to the book.

I turned back to the magazine. "How the h.e.l.l do you propose that I do that?"

"I know where he keeps the key to his office.

We'll wait until he is out of town and go in."

"And do what?"

"I have been in that office numerous times. We can get on his computer. We'll open a fake account, and you can start moving some money."

"You're nuts. What the h.e.l.l am I supposed to do with it once I have it?"

"I have been talking to a lady that is going to help you get a new ident.i.ty."

I looked up at her again, and she tapped the page and pretended to laugh, knowing that Derik was watching us.

"He'll find me, Rebecca," I a.s.sured her.

"Not with a new ident.i.ty and a move someplace in the middle of nowhere."

I looked up to her again, but this time she didn't point at the magazine. She smiled a warm, it'll be okay, smile.

"I'm scared," I admitted.

"You are scared every time you see that b.a.s.t.a.r.d come home. Would you rather be scared with him or without him?"

I thought about what she was suggesting nonstop. I tried all evening to read the book that I had gotten from the library, but my mind kept going to her plan. Could I really just disappear and become someone else? The thought of it caused a flood of adrenalin. I wondered where I would live, what my new name would be, having my own car, a job. I could have a job and not be forced to stay home all the time.

I jumped when Derik and Drew walked into the living room, arguing about losing a big account. I closed my book and started to leave them alone.

"Don't move," Drew demanded with a pointed finger in my direction. He never looked at me and kept going with the conversation. I listened closer. Maybe I should start paying more attention. If I was somehow going to steal his money, I should probably know a little more about it.

"It's not dead yet, Drew, just calm down," Derik said, sucking up to him.

"He's looking at a two hundred thousand dollar cus.h.i.+on cut diamond with 2 trapezoid cut diamonds on the sides totaling 1.63 ctw. I have nothing of that magnitude."

"I'll find something," Derik promised. I hated him.

"You better hope you do," Drew threatened. "Get out of here, I need to relieve some stress," he demanded. I was about to be his stress relief.

Drew walked over and closed the pocket doors behind him. He sat on the couch and took my book.

"John Grisham? Didn't he make a movie?"

Yeah, a bunch a.s.shole.

"Yes, a few."

Drew pulled my back to his chest and handed me the book. "Read it to me," he demanded, spreading my legs.

Why? You're too ignorant to understand it anyway.

"Read it to you?" I asked.

"Morgan," he warned. "You know that I hate it when you repeat stupid questions. Yes, start from the beginning and read it," he demanded.

It was an older book, but I had never read it before, but always wanted to. I was only allowed to check one a week out, and I wasn't allowed to download anything on my Kindle. He took care of the books that I was to read on it. All of a sudden I was happy to be reading The Rain Maker to him. I would have hated to read the s.m.u.t from my Kindle to him. I was thankful that he never thought about it.

Drew sat up a little and removed his s.h.i.+rt, and then slid to the far end of the couch. He patted the sofa between his legs and I slid in. I hated being nestled into his bare chest. There was nothing s.e.xy about it at all. I don't mean him. He was s.e.xy as h.e.l.l, but only on the outside.

I started from the beginning as he pulled my sundress over my legs and caressed the inside of my leg. I swear if I could disown my v.a.g.i.n.a I would have. I had no idea what I was reading. The closer his fingers came to my s.e.x that I was sure was already wet, the harder it was for me to read. I stopped when his fingers slid up me.

"Keep reading."

f.u.c.k...

I knew my breathing was becoming erratic, and I didn't even know if I was reading in order. I could have been reading the same sentence over and over and wouldn't have known it. My eyes closed briefly when he applied soft circular motion to my bullet.

"You're all wet, Morgan," he whispered to my hair.

You think?

I don't know if it was guilt from the light bruising still on my face or what it was, but Drew was a lot more attentive that night than he normally was. I was trying my d.a.m.nedest to focus on what I was reading and not the way his fingers were antagonizing me.

"Come for me," he requested, picking up speed.

I was afraid that it was a trick. I kept reading.

He moved from behind me to in front of me, spreading my legs on each side of him. I squirmed into his fingers as he slid his middle finger inside of me while his thumb tortured my c.l.i.t.

"Keep reading," he said when I stopped.

He did let me come, but it wasn't easy. I wasn't allowed to stop reading, not even when I was breaking and spiraling from my reached ecstasy.

Drew stood and removed his dress pants and told me once again to keep reading when I stopped. He lifted my legs to my chest. I knew he wasn't paying one bit of attention to what I was reading. It was nothing but a mind game. I stopped reading again when he came between my legs on his knees and entered me. Again, he reminded me that I was to keep reading.

I didn't want to read. I wanted to come again, and I knew that the chances of me being allowed to do that were slim to none. Drew moved in and out of me while his thumb circled my core, and I tried my best to focus on the words in front of me.