I did just that. I stood in front of the bastard and undressed as his hungry eyes watched.
He walked behind me and moved my hair off of my shoulder, lightly kissing the crook of my neck. “I want to spank you, Morgan. Do you want me to spank you?” he whispered in my ear. My eyes closed as I felt his warm words on my tender skin.
“Yes,” I managed to get out.
“Yes?!?! Are you fucking kidding me?
I felt him smile on my skin. He moved away from me and sat on my bed. He nodded, and I knew what to do.
I positioned myself across his lap placing my upper body on the bed. I swear I wasn’t thinking about one God Damned thing, not how ludicrous this was, not Dawson who trusted me, and not that this man hadn’t even spoken to me in almost a month. I knew one thing and one thing only. I knew that I wanted him to fuck me and was only aware of my wet * throbbing after every blow and then the sensual massage calming the sting.
After exactly five tantalizing, sexually frustrating smacks to my bare ass, Drew dipped his finger inside of me. I wanted to come. I wanted to come right that second.
He slid from beneath me and told me to spread my legs.
No problem…
I rolled to my back and did just that. I think I made it all of about three strokes from his twisted tongue strokes before I was writhing beneath his mouth. He stopped when I started to call out in heavenly agony.
Damnit, I hated when he did that.
“Shhhh,” he said, taking my mouth. I could taste my juices as his tongue entwined with mine. “I’m going to fuck you now,” he whispered to my lips as he released himself from the constricting jeans. He drove himself into me. There was nothing slow about it. It almost sent me over the edge again. He knew it. He was playing his fucked up mind games. He wasn’t letting me come.
“You want me to fuck you up the ass, don’t you, Morgan?” he asked, staring down at me.
“Yes.”
What the fuck? Who the hell keeps speaking for me?
He moved my leg to the side. He did go slower with that. Inch by inch, he pushed into my tight ass as his fingers penetrated my nub. Once I was relaxed and accepted him, he fucked me, I mean really fucked me. I had to scream into the comforter as I was sent into a mind blowing, fucked up as hell, orgasm. I was ordained to hell, no doubt about it.
Drew pulled me up, and we got dressed. “Let’s go, Celeste is waiting down stairs with the paperwork,” he said, opening the door.
“You brought Celeste?” I asked pissed off as hell.
“Did you fuck her on the plane before you popped in to fuck me?”
“I didn’t pop into fuck you. I had no intentions of fucking you and no, I didn’t fuck Celeste on the plane. If I did, do you really have room to talk?” he asked as we walked out.
Good point…
Lauren knew. She fucking knew. She stood on the far side of the deck with her arms crossed, glaring at me. I sat with Celeste, and she was the one to go over everything that I had no clue what she was talking about. I just signed the X’s that she told me to sign. Drew never took his eyes from me. Damnit all the way to hell.
I walked out to their waiting car and Drew pulled me close to him. “Take care of my baby,” he said.
“It was good seeing you again,” Celeste said, smiling. Okay she was nice, and I may or may not have liked her had she not been spending so much time with my husband looking like that.
Chapter 25
I was pretty sure I had just fucked everything up once again. Lauren was pissed at me and barely spoke our last two days at my mother’s. I betrayed Dawson and told him that Drew was gone within an hour. He was. I just didn’t tell him that forty minutes of it were spent fucking me. My mother had lectured me about leading them both on and needing to decide my future. Like I wasn’t aware that I had a baby to think about now, she felt the need to remind me of that fact too. She pointed out that I couldn’t be Riley when I was with Dawson and Morgan while I was with Drew.
She still didn’t know the reason behind the whole name change. I had forgotten to even mention it until Lauren called me Riley our first day there. She was under the assumption that I pretended to be Riley in order to pull off the affair with Dawson. I was a horrible person, but I wasn’t about to tell her that I ran away from Drew because of how he had beat and used me for sex. It would kill her to know that she agreed to walk away from me, knowing what I had been through, so I let her think I was a rotten, cheating soul.
Lauren finally broke on our flight home.
“What are you going to do, Riley?”
I glared at her. It kind of pissed me off. I was pretty sure that it was none of her business.
“Don’t look at me like that. Dawson is my friend and he doesn’t deserve this,” she stated.
Great, now my best friend thought that I was a poor excuse to mankind, as well.
“I don’t expect you to understand, Lauren. I don’t even understand it myself. I need them both. They both give me things together that I need.”
“You can’t have them both.”