Dawson and I settled into the sofa to watch Sunday night football. I had never watched football until that fall.
It was one of my favorite past times with him. We had our favorite teams and mine happened to be the 49ers. His was Green Bay. I loved for him to sit and explain the plays to me while I cuddled up to him on the couch. I had never felt so safe and secure before him, and I cherished the feel of his arms strongly around me.
I was glad for the distraction and was really hoping that he didn’t bring up Drew again that night. I knew that he wasn’t going to drop it for good, but I was eager to let it go for a night.
“Take your sweats off,” he requested, pulling the blanket from the back of the couch.
“What are you going to do me, Sherriff?” I asked in a flirty tone as he lifted me out of them himself.
He didn’t answer. “Roll over,” he requested.
He didn’t do what I was expecting at all, and massaged me from my neck to my feet. I don’t think I have ever felt anything so relaxing in my life. His strong hands felt amazing as he rubbed the tension right out of me. I’m sure I moaned more than once.
“Roll over,” he said again. This time with a more raspy sensual tone.
Hold your horses’ vagina.
I was instantly aroused when he slowly and seductively slid my panties over my hips. He ran his hand down my chest and my stomach. I swear his hands were magical. Not really. I knew I felt this way with him because he loved me, and wanted me to feel just what I was feeling.
Dawson made slow love to me and stared down at me with the most emotional eyes ever. I was sure that he could see my battered soul. That’s how deep he was into me.
“I love you, Riley,” he whispered as he pressed himself in and out of me.
“Hmm, I love you too, Daw,” I was spent. I tried to wait on him, but I couldn’t. I moaned a soft physical moan and let go.
Once I was coherent enough after the amazing orgasm, I opened my eyes and looked up at him.
He bent and kissed me softly. “I love pleasing you,” he smiled. I was happy that he loved it. I loved that he loved it.
We lay on the sofa naked, tangled in each other, and finished watching the game. He got up and took my hand after turning off the television. We again lay naked engrossed in each other.
“Do you want to talk?” he whispered in the dark.
“That’s a rhetorical question,” I stated, and he snickered.
“You don’t have to talk anymore tonight,” he said, stressing the word tonight, meaning that I was going to talk.
I didn’t have any recurring nightmares that night. I was actually surprised that I didn’t with all the reminiscing that Dawson insisted on.
We spent the next few nights at Dawson’s house because he just couldn’t wait for one more day to start a fire in his fire place. It was cozy, and I loved sitting in front of it wrapped in his arms. I loved making love in front of it even more. He hadn’t asked me about my past anymore, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to bring it up.
We went to bed fairly early one night while at his house, and I have no idea what triggered it. I was happy and in love, not thinking about Drew at all. I did have a nightmare, and woke up panting and gasping for air, with Dawson holding me tight.
“You’re okay. I’ve got you,” he whispered over and over as I came to my senses.
“Dawson?”
“Shhhh, I’m right here, Ry.”
I realized that he really was there, and instantly relaxed.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, kissing my head.
“No. Just don’t let me go.”
I never did tell Dawson about my dream that night, but I did come to the conclusion that he only asked about my past when I woke him in a panic. That was my new goal in life. Don’t have a nightmare and Dawson wouldn’t ask about where I had come from. That dream too was very real, although it had nothing at all to do with my life with Drew. It was about Dawson. Derik had shot him in the head right in front of me while Drew dragged me by my hair to the awaiting limousine. It haunted me for days. I would never forgive myself if something happened to him because of me. I didn’t think that I could live without him.
He was too much a part of me, and I loved him more than anything in life.
I started taking three instead of two of Starlight’s all natural sleep aids. It helped. I slept sound without being haunted from my past. It had been almost a month since I had woken trembling, and scared.
Dawson and I, Lauren and Levi all got together at Star’s for Thanksgiving. We had a lot of fun yelling at the television at our favorite football teams. Star was an awesome cook, and I think everyone ate more than their fair share. We didn’t leave Star’s until almost midnight, and I went home with Dawson, only because neither of us wanted to be woken by my annoying neighbor who we both loved dearly. We just wanted to sleep in.