Underestimated (46 page)

his head a little. I accepted the invitation and kissed him.

He moaned into my mouth and pulled my leg higher. I

could feel his hardness right between my legs as he ground

into me.

I screamed and tried to get away from him, but he

wouldn’t let me. I was soaked in about two seconds when

the sprinkler system kicked on. He used me for a shield,

laughing as hard as I have ever heard him laugh before. I

had never heard him laugh other than a snicker or a snort

here and there. This was a full-fledged laugh, and I loved

it.

He flipped me over so that he was now towering

over me, shielding me from the downpour. He moved a

strand of wet hair from my face and ran his hand up my

side and then to the snap on my shorts. I was the one to

moan in his mouth next as soon as I felt his fingers slide up

my wet slit.

He tugged on my shorts wanting me to raise my

hips.

“Drew, what are you doing? Someone’s going to

see us,” I protested, but not too much.

“We are twelve miles from the closest person.

Spread your legs.”

Okay…No problem…

I don’t think I had ever experienced anything more

erotic in my life. Yeah, yeah, I know. My memory only

held four months of memories, but still. I pulled on

Drew’s shirt, and he slipped it over his head. The water

falling from his strong shoulders onto me as we made love

under the Nevada sky was incomprehensible. The beauty

of his wet body over mine with only the light from the

moon and stars was one of those awe-ha moments. You

know, the once in a life time kind. That moment would

never be recreated.

I slept in Drew’s room that night, and the next, and

the next, and the next. I stayed with him a lot in his office

too, just because I wanted to be close to him, and for

another reason that I wasn’t going to disclose to him, ever.

I hung out with him and read while he tended to business,

and it seemed like I always ended up taking a nap on his

sofa. I couldn’t help it. His business was so boring. The

only time that I wasn’t with him was when Derik was

there, and then I got the hell out of the house. I didn’t want

to be anywhere near that bastard.

When I did drive into the city, it was on the north

side. I didn’t go against Drew’s wishes and venture into

the strip. I didn’t really want to go there anyway. I liked

the north end. I liked my little café, where the guys Timmy,

Stan, and Jewels all knew me by name, and knew what I

liked. I had graduated from the park and ventured a nearby

high school, where I would sit and watch the baseball

games, track meets, and sometimes just the girls practicing

their cheers. I enjoyed my time there. It made me happy.

I was watching a boy’s baseball game one

afternoon when Drew phoned. I didn’t want to leave and

groaned when I saw that it was him. I had been keeping up

with the Scorpions, and they were 4 and 0. It was only the

fourth inning, and it was going to be a close game. I didn’t

want to leave.

“Where are you?” he asked.

“Trinity High,” I answered with a smile. I knew he

had no idea what that was.

“I’m not even going to ask. Come home. I’m done

working for the day and Derik left.”

“Uh-uh, you come to me.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m watching a ballgame. You come here.”

“Um, no. I’m good on that. I’ll see you when you

get home.”

“Get out of that stuffy suit and come and join me.

Please.” I begged.

“I don’t know the first thing about baseball.”

“I didn’t either, but I’m learning. Do you know

where Trinity is?”

“Yes, but I never said I was coming.”

“You are. I’ll see you in a little bit.” I hung up

laughing to myself.

Drew was there in fifteen minutes, wearing his oh,

so sexy jeans with a red t-shirt. I smiled when I saw that

he was wearing the sneakers that I had bought him just the

day before. I moved over on the bleacher, and he slid in

beside me.

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” he said.

“Shhhh, bases are loaded, and this kid that is

getting ready to bat is remarkable. If he can get at least

two of them home it will tie the game.”

“How do you know so much about baseball?”

“I learned by coming here watching when dick

face Derik is in my house.”

Drew laughed, and then looked at me like I had

lost my mind when I jumped up with the rest of the

Scorpion fans, screaming when the batter hit a home run

bringing in all four players.

The other team was good too, and it was neck and

neck all the way to the ninth inning.

“I thought there were only nine innings,” Drew

presumed. He was into the game as much as I was. I

thought it was cute.

“There is. They’re going into an extra inning

because it’s tied. We’re the home team. If we score this

time the game is over, and we win. If not, the other team

gets another try,” I explained.

The first batter made it to first. The second batter

was tagged out, but the player on first made it to third.

Everyone held their breath when the third batter was trying

to beat the flying ball to first. He slid, and the umpire

called out, but the guy on third, beat the ball to the home

plate, and scored the winning point.

“That was kind of fun. When do they play again?”

Drew asked. I took his hand as we walked back toward

the school.

“Friday,” I smiled.

“Where are you parked?”

“In the parking lot at the park, walk with me,” I

coaxed.

We walked through the park holding hands and

then along the sidewalk of the different stores and

restaurants.

“Let’s go in this sports bar and eat barbeque for

supper,” I suggested.

He looked up at the sign and then back to me with

a frown. “I don’t think so. Have you been in this place?”

“No. Only because I knew you would throw a

tantrum about it.”

“I would. I will take you some place to eat if you

want to go out. Not here.”

I gave him the same frown and pulled his hand

toward the door. “If you take me out, you’re going to make

us go home and change into stiff outfits. We will fit in just

fine here.”

Drew growled, but he caved and followed me in.

We sat at a high table with barstools.

“Country music? Are you kidding me?” He

protested.

I laughed, and then got serious. Why did I know the

words to this song? I was deep in thought when the

waitress came to take our drink orders.

“Bud lite in a bottle,” I spoke, unconsciously.

“The same,” Drew said. He knew that I was

remembering something.

“What’s wrong, Morgan?”

“How did I know to order that? And why do I

know this song?”

“Maybe from when you were in Florence,” he

suggested.

I gave him a look. I might regret it but here goes.

“I was never in Florence, Drew.”

“What do you mean? Where do you think you

were?”

“I don’t know, but I heard Derik tell you that I was

going to run away again. I think I ran from you, for

whatever reason. I’m just not sure how I ended up back

with you or why I left in the first place.”

The waitress brought our beers, and I chugged half

of mine in one drink. Damn that tasted good.

Drew reached for my hand. “Morgan, I would do

anything in my power for you to never remember,” he said.

“But, you’re not going to tell me, are you?”

“I can’t.”

“Don’t you think I have a right to know, Drew? Do

you have any idea what it is like to wake up every day not

knowing where you came from?”

“You have a right to know, but I don’t want you to

know.”

“Because it would hurt me?” I asked, quietly.

“Yes, Morgan. It would.”

I drank the rest of my beer in the next drink. “Then

don’t tell me,” I said. I didn’t want to know. I was afraid it

would ruin what Drew and I had. I didn’t want that.

The waitress came back, and I ordered for us.

“One basket of ribs, an order of jalapeno poppers,

and two more beers,” I said, handing her back the menu.

Drew only stared with a confused look. I knew he

was fighting his own demons.

“Drew, let’s just forget it, okay?” I said, trying to

ease his trepidation.

“I’m afraid of losing you,” he admitted. I smiled a

warm smile.

“Don’t be. I’m not going anywhere. Do you know

why I’m not going anywhere?” I asked as our beers were

brought to us. I waited for her to walk away. “Because I

am so madly in love with you, I couldn’t imagine not

having you in my life.”

He smiled. “You love me?”

“A little,” I teased.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I love you a little

too.”

I laughed, even though I wasn’t laughing on the

inside. We had just said I love you to each other, sort of.

I ate one of the eight ribs and Drew ate seven of

them. He loved them. We drove back the five miles to the

house and picked up Marta to drive my car home. I tried to

tell Drew I wasn’t that drunk, and I would follow him, but

he wouldn’t hear of it. Marta rode with us and drove it

home.

I was stripping clothes as soon as his
our
bedroom

door was closed.

“I think I like you drunk,” Drew teased, removing

his own clothes.

“I think we have a new toy that we have not tried

out yet,” I teased, kissing his chest and shoulder. He got

serious, and I wasn’t sure what it was about.

“We don’t have to do that, Morgan. I’m happy just

making love to you.”

I shoved my tongue into his mouth. “You’ve have

an obsession with my ass the whole four months that I

remember knowing you, now all of a sudden you’re not

interested? I don’t think so. Put it on,” I demanded.

He smiled moving me back to the bed. I scooted up

on my elbows and waited for him to come back with the

contraption.

“Spread your legs,” he whispered, in that damned

sexy raspy voice as he toed off his sneakers and removed

his jeans.

No…Problem…

I lay there exposed, propped on my elbows while I

watched him figure out how to slide the device up his rock

hard shaft. Drew never took his eyes from my unprotected

body, lying on top of his covers. Once he had the new toy

securely in place. He stroked himself.

Holy mother fucker…

I thought I was going to orgasm just watching him.

“Slide to the edge of the bed,” he rasped. I did.

He moved my legs up so that he could watch and

guide the knobby ruse into my ass. He was longer, and I

felt him move into my wet pussy first, and then I felt the

penetration sliding into my ass. I moaned as he held my

arms to the bed. I moaned louder as he began to move in

and out of me, and then ridiculously loud when the third

part of the new toy came in contact with my clitoris with

every thrust.

I didn’t feel at all used or abused. It was hot as

hell, something that we were sharing together. I had to

keep my eyes focused on his face. Every time I closed my

eyes I was taken to a dark Drew, one that was angry and

made me do things that I didn’t want to do. I didn’t dwell

on it. I wanted to stay right there in that moment with

Drew. He didn’t have that look on his face. It was pure

rapture, like he was tuned into me and nothing else. The

faster he went the more I felt myself losing control.

“Drew, can I come?” I panted. He stopped.

“Don’t you ever ask me that again. I am trying my

damnedest to make you come.”

I smiled, and he began to move again. I was spent

and sent spiraling into a whirlwind orgasm. As soon as I

was coherent Drew pulled out and removed the device.

He lifted my legs higher and slid into my ass with a moan.

He pumped hard in and out of me while his thumb kept my

clitoris happy. We climaxed together, and he fell to my

body, out of breath and panting.

I ran my hand up his damp back and sweaty hair.

“You’re hot,” I said.

“You’re hot,” he retorted, kissing my nose. “Let’s

go shower,” he suggested.

“Let’s not. Let’s go get in the pool,” I countered.

Drew started to protest, but didn’t. He pulled me

up and kissed me before turning to grab his shorts. I pulled