Part 8 (2/2)
”Every room?” I asked, thinking about touching myself in front of the mirror. He laughed.
”Yes, my love, every room, but for future references, you're not allowed to touch yourself.”
”Go to h.e.l.l. I'll do what I want, when I want,” I scolded. Who did he think he was?
He laughed again. ”I a.s.sure you, Mrs. Kelley, you won't, and I wouldn't advise you to speak to me like that forthcoming.”
”Why?” I said boldly. He was in Africa, although I knew that I wouldn't have spoken to him like that had he been standing in front of me.
”Because you will be punished for outbursts like that.”
”And how do plan to punish me?” I asked, but was already in half of a panic attack.
”I am sure you will soon find out. I will see you in a few days, Mrs. Kelley,” he said and hung up.
”Riley!” Dawson called. I was sure that it wasn't the first time he had called my name.
I turned to look at him.
”One of these days you are going to have to tell me where it is you go when you zone out like that,” he stated.
I hadn't even noticed the credits rolling up the screen.
”Sorry,” I said and shut the television off. I looked at the clock and knew that he should be leaving soon. It was the weekend. He worked the nights.h.i.+ft, and had to go home to change.
I picked up our beer bottles and carried them to the kitchen. I turned around, and Dawson was right there. He didn't give me time to speak, or protest when he backed me up to the sink and kissed me.
d.a.m.nit, Dawson. Why do you have to go and mess up a good thing?
I parted my lips just a little, and his tongue darted in and entwined with mine. I hadn't even realized that I had moaned in his mouth until I heard it with my own ears.
It was most certainly my moan. His hands went up my sides and around my back pulling me closer to him, and I didn't have the power to make him stop.
Really v.a.g.i.n.a? You traitor.
It was a good thing that he stopped because I was ready to rip my clothes off right there on the kitchen floor.
”Jesus, Ry,” he whispered to my lips.
”What the h.e.l.l did you do, sheriff?”
”I don't know, but I liked it,” he said, kissing me softly again and then pulling away.
”You better get out of here,” I whispered back to his lips, willing myself not to shove my tongue down his throat again.
”Yes, I better,” he agreed and kissed me again, and again, and again. He finally pulled away and I followed him to the door, locking up behind him.
What the f.u.c.k was that?
I cleaned up the kitchen and crawled into bed, flipped on the television and dialed Lauren.
”What's wrong,” she answered alarmed.
”Dawson freaking kissed me,” I blurted out.
”He did? How was it?”
”I don't know yet, confusing I guess.”
”Ry, you should have known that it was going to happen. I mean you two do spend a lot of time together.”
”I am not ready for that, Lauren.”
”Forget that. Life is too short to wait around. I have to go, Ry. I'm getting ready to sing. I will be over in the morning.”
”Okay, break a leg. I'll see you tomorrow.”
Chapter 5.
I lay there for a long time, thinking about Dawson, and of course it led to Drew. I thought about the first time that he and I did anything. He was gone for seven days, and I had just started getting used to being in the exquisite house, and having servants doing everything for me. They did everything from my hair to picking out my clothes. I even had delicious meals prepared three times a day. I had full access to every room in the house and the pool outside. My favorite thing to do was ride around the property alone on one of the four golf carts.
You don't know how many times I scoped the place out, thinking about running away on my little golf cart. Of course I was always too scared to try it, and knew that the battery would be dead before I ever even got off of his property. I didn't know how much land he had, but I was sure that it was a lot.
It was later in the evening, and I had already retired to my room for the night. I didn't even think about it when I saw the fresh clean nightgown and panties on my bed. I was starting to get used to having my clothes laid out every morning and every night. I grabbed the panties and left the nightgown on the bed.
I walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me and Drew was sitting on my bed. I jumped and pulled the towel tighter around my naked body.
”What are you doing in here?” I asked.
”Now, is that any way to greet your husband after being 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 up 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.”
”f.u.c.k you!” I said through my gritted teeth.
That was the first time he hit me. The back of his hand went right across my right cheek bone, and I almost hit the floor.
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