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 na?ve. 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.