Underestimated (58 page)

for someone to pick him up. I can’t imagine calling

someone and telling them to send the plane, not just a

plane. He said, the plane, like he owned it or something.”

“He kind of does,” It wasn’t a complete lie. He did

kind of own it, as long as he was married to me.

“Did you guys have a fight?”

“Yes.”

“About what?”

Kind of nosey, eh?

“You, he read my email while I was in the

shower.”

“Is he gone for good or just gone?”

“Dawson, please don’t do this. I can’t handle

either one of you anymore. I’m ready to tell you both to go

to hell,” I said walking away.

“Jesus Christ, Riley. Did he hit you?”

“What? No.” I said in disbelief. “Why would you

say that?”

“How the hell 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 shirt a little in the back. “Shit,

Ry. What the hell 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 bitch. 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 God, Daw. What did you say to him?”

Dawson shrugged his shoulders and puckered his

lips. Shit. Those damned 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 naïve. 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 pissed off and

defending the bastard.”

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 fucking vagina transplant.

I was acting like the same maniac that he was,

pulling his tucked shirt from his pants, and unbuckling his

belt. What the fuck was wrong with me? He lifted my shirt

over my head, and I removed my shorts on my own. I

swear my vagina 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, God you feel so good,” Dawson murmured. I

couldn’t reply. He felt good too, and I was going to come.

Shit. 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 fuck that Dawson wasn’t going to give

me. I wanted him to bend me over the couch and finish in

my ass. 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 sex. 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 fucked up sex 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 damnit 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

orgasm the next morning. Dawson should have been at

work two hours ago. I wouldn’t let him out of my bed. My

amazing orgasm 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-shirt.

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 eyeballs 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 fucking Hawaii.

This car was fucking 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 passenger seat, still speechless

as he looked over the window sticker at the massive

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 pissed off?”

“Not pissed off, fed up.”

“What the hell, 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

hell was it coming from? How the hell did I answer it? I

finally figured out that I only needed to push the little

phone button on the steering wheel.

“Hello,” 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.”

Chapter 22

I started coffee, went to the bathroom and brushed

my teeth before calling Drew back. I know, I shouldn’t

have been calling either one of them, but I just couldn’t

help myself. I missed him. I walked out to the deck with

my coffee and cellphone.

“Hey gorgeous,” Drew answered.

“Hey,” I smiled.

“So? What do you think?”

“You already know what I think. It’s amazing. I

can’t wait to take off in it.”

“I knew you would love it. When are you

leaving?”

“I was going to wait until Friday, but I think I need

to go now.”

“I met your boyfriend last night,” he stated.

“Yeah, I heard. I’m kind of stunned by that. I

would have loved to have been a fly on the dash of that

car.”

“It’s fucking dark in Maine. I mean spooky ass

dark. I was scared shitless. I was thankful to take the ride

offer.”

I laughed. I could just see Drew walking down my

road looking over his shoulder for something to jump out

at him.

“Where did you go?” I asked.

“To the airport. So let me guess. He came right to