Underestimated (Underestimated, #1)

“No. We hate beer.”


“Oh,” I said, brushing it off. It was probably just my mental state. I didn’t even know what it tasted like, so how could I be craving it?”

Drew poured our wine, and we ate quietly. I don’t think either of us knew quite what to say after the Derik incident. He knew that I had questions, and I knew that I didn’t want to know the answers. I was afraid of them.

I cleaned up the kitchen while Drew showered. I walked out to the yard, barefoot of course, and sat in the soft grass about half way out. I’m not sure why I jumped. I knew he would come out to find me, but I did. He laughed as he sat, moving in behind me. My hands went to his calves.

“Jeans,” I said, and smiled.

“I figured I may as well dress down too. It’s obvious that you’re going to continue to do it,” he said wrapping his arms around my waist. “What are you doing out here? It’s hot.”

“I don’t think it’s that bad now,” I said, leaning into him. I sat back up and laughed.

“Are you laughing at me?”

“No, your shoes. Do you not own a pair of sneakers?” I asked, looking at the shiny brown leather.

“What do you think?”

I moved his foot to my lap and removed his shoes and socks. He didn’t stop me or say a word. If I would have eyes in the back of my head, I would almost bet that he was smiling, amused at me.

“There, doesn’t that feel better? Put your toes in the grass,” I urged, and he did.

We sat that way while the Nevada sky changed to a midnight black, neither of us spoke and Drew every so often pulled me tight in his arms or kissed my neck and shoulder.

“Drew,” I softly said. I was trying not to. I didn’t want to ruin the moment, but it was weighing on my mind, and I needed to know.

“Please don’t, Morgan.”

He knew what I was going to say before I ever said it.

I sat up so that I could turn to look at him. “I need to know, Drew,” I begged.

“You don’t need to know. You only need to know that you are fine now, and I am going to make sure that you stay that way. Please, just trust me.”

I turned back around. “Am I different than I used to be?

“Yeah, in some ways I guess.”

“Are you different, Drew?”

“I guess I am,” he answered as if he was just realizing it for the first time.

“Look up,” I said.

“What?” he asked surprised at my sudden train of thought. I didn’t want to be serious, not that serious anyway.

“Look, there are a million stars out tonight,” I said.

There was. The sky danced with tiny little twinkles.

Drew leaned back a little and stared up at the sky.

I pushed him back more and moved to his side. I lay in his arm with my leg thrown over his waist, gazing up at the star filled sky.

“I’m going to have to take another shower,” he said, grazing his hand up the back my leg.

I laughed at him. “It’s grass. I think you’ll be fine,”

I teased.

I felt Drew tense when I ran my hand up his shirt and along his contoured abs. I didn’t stop. I moved it around to his ribs and shifted my weight so that I was above him. I ran the back of my other hand down his cheek as we stared longingly into each other’s eyes. Drew raised 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.

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