Underestimated Part 51

"What? No." I said in disbelief. "Why would you say that?"

"How the h.e.l.l did you get that enormous bruise on your back then?"

I didn't know that I had a bruise. I couldn't see my back, but I knew exactly what it was from.

Dawson lifted my s.h.i.+rt a little in the back. "s.h.i.+t, Ry. What the h.e.l.l did you do?"

"I fell on some rocks down by the beach," I lied.

"Do you want some ice?"

"No. I didn't even know that it was there. I'm fine."

"You can't feel that?"

"I can now that you pointed it out. Thanks a lot," I smiled at him.

He smiled back with his perfect white toothy smile. Son of a b.i.t.c.h. How can you be this in love with two men?

"Did Drew know who you were?"

"Oh, he knew alright. I made sure of it?"

"Oh G.o.d, Daw. What did you say to him?"

Dawson shrugged his shoulders and puckered his lips. s.h.i.+t. Those d.a.m.ned lips. Okay. I was drunk, that had to be the beer talking, either that or I was seriously beginning to lose my mind.

"Not much, just that he didn't deserve you. I let him know that I knew all about his purchase, what he did to you. I made sure that he knew that I was the one there night after night when you woke screaming or crying because of him. And I told him that I love you and that I think that I am more stable and more of the man that you need."

"What did he say?"

Dawson scratched his head. "He's kind of weird.

He said to give you a message and to tell you the quote, when you love something set it free if it comes back to you... you know the one."

I laughed. Oh, Drew, Drew, Drew. "Yeah, he is kind of weird," I agreed.

"He said he let you go so that you could make a go of it with me. Is that true, Ry?"

I snorted. "Yeah, I guess so, that's what he says anyway."

"You don't sound like that is what you want."

"I don't know what I want, Dawson. I am in love with both of you. I want you both."

"Well, that's not going to happen. I'm not willing to share any more than he is."

"Yeah, that's kind of clear."

"I think that you need to talk to someone, Riley."

"You mean a shrink?"

"No, a professional that can help you with your feelings for him," he replied.

"My feelings for him?"

"I don't think your feelings for me are from Stockholm syndrome."

I laughed. I had to. I was now a case in Dawson's eyes. "Stockholm syndrome is when you fall in love with your abuser. I didn't fall in love with my abuser. I hated him. I fell in love with somebody totally different than that man."

"Ry, stop being so nave. He did horrible, inhumanly things to you for six years. What makes you think that he isn't going to flip and do it again. It's obvious that the guys a nut case."

"You know what, Dawson? Just stop. You know nothing about Drew Kelley."

"I know that you're getting p.i.s.sed off and defending the b.a.s.t.a.r.d."

I shook my head, giving up. This whole thing was hopeless. "Did you come over for a reason?" I asked, annoyed.

Dawson grabbed me and kissed me. I was shocked. I wasn't quite sure where his abrupt behavior was coming from. His hands went up my back, and his lips dropped to my neck, my throat, my collarbone, and then my chest.

That's it. I'm getting a f.u.c.king v.a.g.i.n.a transplant.

I was acting like the same maniac that he was, pulling his tucked s.h.i.+rt from his pants, and unbuckling his belt. What the f.u.c.k was wrong with me? He lifted my s.h.i.+rt over my head, and I removed my shorts on my own. I swear my v.a.g.i.n.a overpowered my brain sometimes.

Dawson pulled me to the back of the couch and entered me, sending my head back with some sort of preposterous whimper.

"Oh, G.o.d you feel so good," Dawson murmured. I couldn't reply. He felt good too, and I was going to come.

s.h.i.+t. I was going to come.

I came and went. Dawson was still driving in and out of me. What I mean by I went is, I wanted more. I wanted the kinky f.u.c.k that Dawson wasn't going to give me. I wanted him to bend me over the couch and finish in my a.s.s. I didn't act on my sudden need. I let him finish, and we were finished, no, spanking, no oral, and no backdoor, just raw s.e.x. It was good, don't get me wrong.

Had it been six months ago I would have been satisfied with that. By the time I had landed back in Drew's tangled web, I was getting used to the love making with Dawson, and had stopped fantasizing about the f.u.c.ked up s.e.x that Drew and I had.

Dawson spent the night. We made love again after going to bed. I was gratified once again, and felt like I was right where I belonged as I lay naked in his arms. I didn't know whether I was coming or going. It felt right when I was with Drew, but d.a.m.nit if Dawson didn't feel right too. I knew exactly what I was going to do. I was going to buy a car the next day and do some traveling. I was going to find my mother and lay that one to rest. I had so many questions for her. I wanted to see her and put that part of my life in the past. I knew that I would have one chance and one chance only. I would never see her again after this. I didn't want to ever see her again. I drifted off to sleep with soft kisses to my forehead from Dawson. He did love me, and I loved him.

I was just getting ready to have another amazing o.r.g.a.s.m the next morning. Dawson should have been at work two hours ago. I wouldn't let him out of my bed. My amazing o.r.g.a.s.m was interrupted by someone ringing my doorbell. It was only eight in the morning. Lauren was at work already, besides she would have just unlocked the door and walked in anyway.

I pulled on a pair of shorts, a bra, and a t-s.h.i.+rt.

Dawson dressed and came out with me.

"I'm coming," I yelled at whoever was blowing up my doorbell.

"You would have been if you would have stayed in bed with me," Dawson said behind me. I looked over my shoulder and smiled. I still planned on doing that.

My mouth dropped when I opened the door.

You have got to be kidding me.

There was a man holding a clipboard with a car waiting in my drive to pick him up. Just in front of his ride was my new ride, a beautiful BMW X6 M.

"I need you to sign for your new car, Mrs. Kelly,"

the man smiled. I was sure by the smile on his face that his Monday morning commission made his day.

"My car?" I asked. I knew it was a dumb question.

I knew that Drew had arranged to have it delivered to me.

Dawson walked up behind me and looked out too.

He didn't speak, and I am sure had I had eyes in the back of my head, I would see bulging eyeb.a.l.l.s and an opened mouth.

"Yes, ma'am. The paper work is complete. I just need a signature that you have received it.

I signed the X on the clipboard.

"Riley!" Dawson scolded from behind me.

I turned and shrugged my shoulders. The man thanked me and asked if I would like a demonstration.

"No. Thank you."

I walked out to the car, hopping like a bunny as the sharp gravel penetrated my bare feet.

Holy f.u.c.king Hawaii.

This car was f.u.c.king hot. No, hot doesn't even come close to describing this car. It was sophisticated, striking, elegant, and I swear it had its own personality. I can't even describe the color of it. Its official name was nightfire metallic red. That's what the window sticker said. It also had an msrp of one hundred and twenty two thousand dollars. The black porosus crocodile leather was the softest leather I had ever felt. It barely felt like leather at all. The dash looked like something from a sci-fi movie and the GPS was outrageous.

Dawson sat in the pa.s.senger seat, still speechless as he looked over the window sticker at the ma.s.sive amount of standard and available equipment that this thing had. It had it all.

"Ry, you can't accept this. Do you have any idea how much this guy spent on this thing?"

Yeah, not a penny, it's my money.

"Drew's not really the type to take back a gift," I said, running my hands over the indulgent steering wheel. I was in a luxury trance. I could so see me driving this car on my adventure.

"Riley, are you serious?"

"What Dawson? I told you that I was going to find my mother. He didn't want me driving the Civic that far."

"How far? Do you know where she is?"

"Yes. Drew found her for me."

"Oh, well thanks for discussing this with me."

"I just found out two days ago, Dawson. We haven't really discussed anything."

"Let me come with you. I will get the week off, we'll go see your mom, and spend the week together."

Um...that wasn't going to work.

"Dawson. I am going to get away from you and Drew. Can you give me that and try to understand?"

"Yeah, sure, Ry. I've got to go. I'll call you later."

"What? Now you're p.i.s.sed off?"

"Not p.i.s.sed off, fed up."

"What the h.e.l.l, Daw?"

"Nothing Ry. You go wherever it is you're going since you think running away by yourself is going to fix your problems. Riley loves Dawson. Morgan loves Drew," he stated and slammed the door.

"Riley loves Dawson. Morgan loves Drew," I repeated his words out loud to my new car. He hit the nail right on the head. I was giving myself a split personality.

I jumped when the phone in the car rang. Where the h.e.l.l was it coming from? How the h.e.l.l did I answer it? I finally figured out that I only needed to push the little phone b.u.t.ton on the steering wheel.

"h.e.l.lo," I said, looking like an idiot trying to figure out where I was supposed to be talking.

"Do you love it?" Drew asked.

"No. I freaking hate it. You idiot."

Drew laughed which made me smile. I loved his laugh.

"You're such a liar. Tell me how you really feel."

"I love it. I can't believe that you did this. How did you pull this off so fast?"

"Money talks, baby."

"You're not supposed to be talking to me, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah. I won't talk to you tomorrow."

"Can I go in and make coffee and call you back?"

"Yes, but make sure you call me back. I want to hear if this car is as sleek as everything I have read about it."

"It is. I'll call you in a few."