Part 46 (1/2)

Dawson left me with a kiss, and I dialed Drew back.

”You know, you're kind of a d.i.c.k,” I said as soon as he said h.e.l.lo.

”Yes. I have been told that a time or two. Did your boyfriend leave?”

”Shut the h.e.l.l up.” I demanded. I almost said that he wasn't my boyfriend, but I really wasn't sure what he was. I left that part out.

This became my routine for the next nine days. I would spend my days with Star, and then Lauren when she got home, then Dawson, and Drew would call every night.

I did have dinner with Dawson and his parents a couple of times, and once at his house. He never stayed at my house, and I didn't stay at his. He wasn't even trying to get past second base. I was s.e.xually frustrated and was tired of taking care of things myself.

Dawson came over on Friday night, and we barbecued chicken with Lauren and Joel. I knew I had drunk too much beer, and was feeling it. I even sent Drew a text lying to him. I told him that I was going out with friends and would talk to him the next day, not wanting him to call with everyone there. I was getting laid. I needed to get laid, and the evening make out sessions with Dawson wasn't helping.

Lauren and Joel left around eleven, leaving Dawson and me alone on the deck. We stared attentively at each other while he sat at the table, and I leaned against the banister facing him.

”Take me to bed, Dawson,” I said in a low raspy voice.

He came to me and took me in his arms. ”Are you sure, Ry? I don't want to pressure you, but I would love nothing more than to do just that.”

”I'm sure,” I a.s.sured him shoving my tongue down his throat.

He led me to my room. I felt awkward around him, and wasn't sure what to do. Thank G.o.d he picked up on it and took matters into his own hands or took me into his hands, I should say. He lifted my s.h.i.+rt over my head, and I slid out of my bra. He kissed soft kisses around my chest and to my nipples giving them both the much needed attention. I moaned as his hands slowly unzipped my jean shorts. I was with him one hundred percent. My mind was on nothing but the sensations that he was causing throughout my entire body. That is until we were both naked in bed.

d.a.m.nit, why didn't I just turn my cellphone off? I knew it was Drew. Dawson looked over to my phone and then back to me with a lost look. I didn't answer it, and continued to kiss him, trying to regain the pa.s.sion. It worked briefly until my phone rang again. Dawson knew that he had lost me, and the hunger along with it.

He rolled off of me with a heavy sigh. I didn't stop him and lay beside him naked staring up at the ceiling.

”I'm sorry, Daw,” I said. I didn't know what I was apologizing for, I guess everything. Mostly for making this so difficult for him, he didn't deserve any of it.

Dawson rolled over and kissed me. ”Me too, Ry.

Me too,” he said and removed himself from my bed. ”I'll talk to you tomorrow,” he said, getting dressed and leaving me alone.

As soon as I heard the door close I grabbed my phone.

”What is your f.u.c.king problem?” I asked, angrily as soon as I heard Drew's voice.

”I can't sleep,” he replied. I laughed. What else was there to do? It was funny. It was a funny sick f.u.c.king joke.

”Why?” I asked, pulling on my panties and a nights.h.i.+rt.

”Because I haven't talked to you today. I need to hear your voice. Were you in bed already? Why didn't you answer?”

”Which of the ten times are you referring to?” I asked, eluding the question.

”All of them. Is he there?”

”No. Drew, he's not here. You ran him off.”

”Good. Did I run him off in time?”

”You're such a d.i.c.k.”

”And you are avoiding my questions. Did you sleep with him?” he asked, bluntly.

”No. Drew. I did not, thanks to you. Now I am going to have to take care of it myself.”

”You know there was a time that I would have spanked you for that.”

Are you serious? Stupid f.u.c.king v.a.g.i.n.a.

I didn't reply. I couldn't reply. I wanted him there doing just that. What the h.e.l.l was wrong with me?

”You want that, don't you, Morgan?” he asked in that dominating tone. I have no idea what was conspiring in me, but my core throbbed like mad at the tone of his voice.

”Yes,” I rasped a breathy reply.

”Come for me, baby.”

My fingers had already found their way through the elastic of my panties, and I let the stupid b.a.s.t.a.r.d talk me through one h.e.l.l of an o.r.g.a.s.m. It was settled. I was surely losing my mind. I should have been put into a straitjacket and locked up.

Chapter 20.

I called Dawson the next day and apologized again. I invited him over for supper and of course he accepted. That was just how Dawson was. He wasn't going to make me feel bad for my issues, and I loved him for that.

I had my salad chilling in the refrigerator. I had gone into town earlier to buy fresh vegetables from the local fruit market. My homemade spaghetti sauce was simmering on the stove, and I had just gotten a shower. I did my hair, makeup and spritzed just a dab of perfume. I pulled on my nice fitting jeans and wore a white, v neck s.h.i.+rt that showed my midriff. I looked hot, I decided, looking into the mirror behind my bedroom door. I smiled a big smile when I heard the knock. I was determined to have a good night with Dawson, and keep Drew in Las Vegas where he belonged.

Holy f.u.c.k...

He too was wearing nice fitting jeans that hung low on his hips, a tight knit s.h.i.+rt with the s.e.xy as h.e.l.l pecks peeking out from the three unb.u.t.toned b.u.t.tons on his chest. The only problem was, it wasn't Dawson. Drew stood at my door with a s.e.xy smile and a dozen red roses.

s.h.i.+t...

I was speechless. Dawson was going to be there any second. What the h.e.l.l was he doing here?

”Drew?” was all that I could manage to get out in my shocked state. I looked over him toward the road searching for Dawson's police cruiser that would be in my drive at any time.

”Hey, beautiful,” he said, holding out the flowers.

I took them and ushered him inside not wanting Dawson to see him on my porch, not that he wasn't going pa.s.s the fancy black car backing out of my drive.

”What the h.e.l.l are you doing here?” I asked, not leaving the door. I had to intercept Dawson.

”Is that any way to greet your husband?” he asked, and had me in his arms in a split second.

Son of a b.i.t.c.h...