Underestimated Part 61

"We're not signing it until tomorrow morning."

Other than the fact that I didn't really lie to Dawson I was p.i.s.sed. I didn't want to be Drew's p.a.w.n.

I stood up. I would meet him the next morning for the important business that he insisted that I had to be there twenty four hours early.

He lightly took my wrist. "Sit down, Morgan," he demanded. I didn't want to sit down. I wanted to tell him to f.u.c.k off and make a scene right there. I couldn't. His spellbinding stare forced me to sit; besides he had rented out the whole f.u.c.king room. We were the only ones there.

He smiled. "How's my baby?" he asked.

You have got to be kidding me.

"My baby is doing great," I smartly said.

He grinned. "You might want to watch the tone. I have been waiting for three months to bend you over my knee."

Stupid f.u.c.king v.a.g.i.n.a. You do remember that we are panty-less?"

"What do you want Drew?" I asked, exasperated.

He stood and took my hand. "Lets dance."

Huge mistake. Being in Drew's arms, smelling him, touching him, feeling his heartbeat, did something to me. I can't explain that either. It just did. There was a chemistry between us that Dawson and I didn't have. We never did. This understanding between Drew and I was something that had always been there, even when I hated him, and it confused the h.e.l.l out of me. But I also knew what Drew, and I had been about... pa.s.sion, and that pa.s.sion was in the bedroom. Drew wouldn't be the man that I wanted my baby to be raised by.

"Are you wearing panties," he asked.

Drew had a one track mind, and it was focused right between my thighs.

I shook my head. "No," I answered, looking up to his accomplished smile.

He lowered his hand to the side of my belly and his lips to mine, and I freaking parted them for him. I even moaned in his mouth. I was doomed.

"You need to come, don't you?" he whispered, kissing my neck as I moved it back and to the side giving him full access.

"Yes," I whispered back.

Drew slid his hand between my legs, raising just the front of my dress. I grabbed his hand and regained my equanimity.

"I didn't mean right now," I protested.

"Move your hand," he demanded.

What the f.u.c.k? 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 p.u.s.s.y.

"f.u.c.k, 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 f.u.c.king 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.

"s.h.i.+t, 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 o.r.g.a.s.m, 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. h.e.l.l, I had just let him finger me on the freaking dance floor for G.o.d's Sake.

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

"Drew, what the h.e.l.l are you trying to do here?"

"I'm trying to get my wife to understand that I intend to f.u.c.k 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 h.e.l.l 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 s.e.xy 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 s.e.x 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 f.u.c.k 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 p.i.s.s 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 p.i.s.sed. 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.

s.h.i.+t. How the h.e.l.l 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 h.e.l.l 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 b.i.t.c.h."

"But you don't lie to me about Dawson. I know you're f.u.c.king him. He has no clue that you are f.u.c.king me, does he?"

"He doesn't know because I am not f.u.c.king 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 h.e.l.l 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, pus.h.i.+ng 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 flas.h.i.+ng 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.