I wondered all night if he was planning on staying.
I wanted him to, and I didn’t want him to. That was the state of my fucked up mind. I wanted him to take me to bed and make slow passionate love to me, just like he would have before. I also wanted him to leave so that he didn’t do just that.
I didn’t have to worry about it when my cellphone rang, and Dawson looked down seeing Drew’s name displayed on the screen.
I gave him an apologetic smile when I answered.
“Hey, can I call you back in a little bit,” I answered.
“Why, Morgan?” Drew asked cautiously. He already knew why. He was just playing dumb or hoping that his intuitions were wrong.
“I have company right now.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. You do know that you are still my wife don’t you?”
What a dick…
“Really, Drew?” I asked.
“I’m sorry, Morgan. Don’t pay any attention to me.
I just hate the thought of you in his arms.”
“I’ll talk to you later,” I said hanging up. I didn’t want him to tell me that he loved me with Dawson sitting there with his head down right in front of me.
I dropped my phone to the table and shook my head. This whole situation was unbelievable. Dawson stood and took me in his arms.
“You know that I love you, don’t you, Riley?”
“Yes. Dawson. I do know that, and I love you too.”
“I’m going to go,” he said, shocking me a little.
Was this how he was going to fight for me?
I looked up to him confused. His eyes looked just as mixed up as mine.
“I know that you are going through a tough time right now. I also know that it wouldn’t be fair to you for me to beg you to choose me. I am trying my best to give you your space, and let you work through this, just know that I am right here, and I love you.”
I smiled and kissed him. “Thank you, Dawson.” I was glad that he was giving me my space. I don’t think I could have handled two of them pleading their cases.
Dawson left me with a kiss, and I dialed Drew back.
“You know, you’re kind of a dick,” I said as soon as he said hello.
“Yes. I have been told that a time or two. Did your boyfriend leave?”
“Shut the hell 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 sexually 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 assured 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 God he picked up on it and took matters into his own hands or took me into his hands, I should say. He lifted my shirt 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.
Damnit, 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 passion. 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.