“You’re serious?” I asked.
He unbuttoned his jeans and removed his half-staff cock. “Take your shorts off, Morgan,” he demanded, stroking himself and letting me know that he was more than serious.
Of course I did just that. What the hell else was I supposed to do? My vagina always seemed to be working against me.
I slid out of my shorts, hooking my panties with them and laid back. Drew stroked himself up my wet * a couple of times before sliding into me.
Fuck…
The sound of the waves below us, the sea salt breeze and the heat from the sun while Drew made love to me on top of the world was something that I am sure I will never experience again for the rest of my life. Drew took his time and made slow passionate love to me. He brought me to bliss not once but twice before he plunged deep into me, releasing himself.
He stayed inside of me for as long as I could stand the rock digging into my lower back.
“I love you, Morgan,” he said, staring down at me.
“I love you too, Drew,” I assured him. I did love him. I knew that I did. The problem was, I loved Dawson too. “You have to get up,” I finally said.
“I don’t want to,” he admitted with a smile.
“I don’t want you to either, but you see the thing is, I have this rock digging into my back and it hurts like hell.”
He laughed and slid out of me. I pulled on my shorts, and he pulled me to my feet. We walked on up the cliff, through the woods and a clearing that led to my road.
He held my hand as we walked through the neighborhood back toward my house. I didn’t want him to hold my hand.
All of my neighbors knew that I was supposed to marry the town sheriff. I wasn’t going to explain that to him though.
“When were you planning on going to North Carolina?” he asked, brushing his sea glass with his thumb.
“Next week.”
“I really wish you would fly. I can arrange for a plane and a driver for you.”
“I’m not going to fly, Drew.”
“Yeah, I didn’t think so. I think you should get a sports utility vehicle. There’re safer.”
Drew sat at my table and searched vehicles on line while I started supper. I knew he would probably complain, but I was so hungry for sausage, eggs and gravy and biscuits.
I sat our plates on the table. He gave his plate a strange look.
“Breakfast?” he asked the rhetorical question.
“Hmm, yes, I was hungry for it,” I replied taking a bite of the scrumptious gravy and biscuits.
He raised his eyebrows and took a bite. “Hmm, this is good. Where did you learn to cook?”
“I cooked a lot growing up, and Rebecca taught me a lot.”
“You cooked growing up?”
“I had too. I didn’t have the best parents in the world.”
“Mr. Callaway knew that. That is why he paid your mother to stay away from you both. He wanted you both to have better lives.”
“But why wouldn’t he want me to be with my brother?” I asked. I didn’t understand that part. I loved Justin, and he loved me.
“That wasn’t him, Morgan. That was all me. I talked him into doing it that way because I didn’t want a kid getting in the way of my plans for you.”
“That makes me want to hate you, Drew.”
“You should hate me. I hate me for the things that I have done.”
I could have very easily thrown him out of my house at that moment. I was pissed, but abstained from talking anymore about it. I knew that he was leaving the next morning, and I didn’t want it to end in a fight. He admitted his wrong and was trying with everything in him to make it right. Me, opening up old wounds wasn’t going to solve anything.
“Did you find anything?” I asked about the car shopping instead.
“Yeah, a few things. What do you think of this?” he asked, sliding my laptop for me to see.
I looked at the BMW X6 M and swallowed the lump in my throat. “Starting at 92,000, Drew?” I asked. I drove a 1993 Honda Civic. I didn’t need a car that cost that much, let alone one with 555 horsepower. “What the hell am I going to do with that much car?”
“Drive it, what else?”
“No. Thanks for your help. I think I will just go shopping myself tomorrow.”