“I did. I haven’t talked to you in almost three months.”
“Then what the hell is this, Drew?”
“I really did need you to come and sign these papers. I just figured I may as well kidnap you for a night.
I’m starting to go through Morgan withdrawal.”
I smiled at that, shaking my head. What I did next not only surprised him, but me also. I got up and went to him, pushing him back on the bed and straddling him.
“You know that I hate you, don’t you?” I asked.
His hands went up my bare legs. I knew that I was flashing him, and to my surprise he never looked. He was looking into my eyes with a hungry, adoring, loving, and indulgent look.
“That’s a shame because I love you more than life, and I love this,” he said, running his hand over my round belly.
“You know, one of you is going to be wrong.”
“It’s mine. I know it,” he said, knowing exactly what I was talking about.
I slowly moved my lips to his and kissed him like I never wanted to let him go. I didn’t want to let him go. I just wanted Dawson too. I needed Dawson to keep some normality in my life.
Drew rolled me over not letting our lips lose contact. I wasn’t sure where this Drew was coming from, but he took his good old sweet time with me. He kissed and sucked all over my upper body while he made slow passionate love to me. I felt like I was floating. There was none of his dominating sex hang ups, just pure making love. I didn’t like it. I mean I did, but I didn’t. This wasn’t the Drew that was fucked up. This was the Drew that loved me and was showing me just how much.
We watched a movie after our love making session. He kept his hand on my naked belly and I lay curled up in his arms. I was doing nothing but torturing myself. I belonged there, but I belonged in Dawson’s arms too. What the hell was I supposed to do with these two men? Most women would be flattered to have two men chasing after her, not me. Maybe had I not loved them both it could have been flattering, but it was agony. I knew that if this baby turned out to be Drew’s, Dawson wouldn’t leave me, but Drew would never let me go. I wasn’t sure how things would go if it turned out to be Dawson’s.
Would Drew let me go then? Maybe that would put an end to all of this madness. Maybe I just needed to let this little baby decide.
I woke to Drew’s fingers between my legs sometime in the middle of the night. That session was beyond slow love making. That was the dark Drew that had me doing every kinky thing imaginable. Including getting off of the bed to place my hands on the side, and like a good little submissive, I did everything he told me to do. I was as sick as him. I loved it, and I’m not sure that I had ever had so many orgasms in one night.
I woke naked and wrapped securely in Drew’s arms. His hand was on the side of my baby belly. I looked up to see if he was still sleeping. He wasn’t. He bent and kissed me.
“This little guy is going crazy,” he smiled.
“He always does first thing in the morning, and he is wreaking havoc on my bladder right now,” I replied and got up to go to the bathroom.
“Come right back to me,” Drew requested. I smiled.
I didn’t come right back. I relieved myself and dug through my purse for the small tube of toothpaste and my toothbrush. I brushed my teeth, rinsed my mouth and
looked at my reflection in the mirror.
“Drew!” I screamed. I really screamed. Had I been able to see through the wall I was sure that he was laying there with a big smirky smile.
“You fucking idiot,” I ranted.
“What?” he asked, feigning stupidity.
“I can’t believe you did this. What the hell?” I asked as he pulled me back to his naked body.
He towered over me with a smile. “I like it, I think it looks good on you,” he stated looking at my breasts.
“You did that on purpose. You’re an animal marking your territory, and I don’t find it a bit funny.” It was huge. The bite mark was as big as a fifty cent piece, just above my right breast. How the hell was I supposed to keep Dawson from seeing that? He wanted Dawson to see it. What the hell did I see in this idiot?
“How about I make a matching one right here?” he asked, kissing and sucking on my breast.
“Don’t you dare,” I demanded, grabbing his hair and pulling him off of me. I’m not sure what the hell happened next. He looked up at me with a stare that entranced our vision. I couldn’t see anything but him in my life, and I was sure he was seeing the same thing.
“I love you, Morgan,” he whispered.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
This trip did nothing but screw everything up again. I loved that he loved me, and I loved him beyond belief. Drew kissed me and then moved between my legs and made slow obsessive love to me.