Underestimated Too(130)
“Drew, I don’t want everything to change,” I confessed, leaning against his chest while we soaked in our bubble filled tub for the last time.
Drew traced my fingers and kissed the side of my head. “We’ll see, Morgan. Maybe things will be different in the new house. I have a line that I’ve drawn for myself. I’m not crossing that line with you again. I’m afraid of how far it will go if I do.”
“Okay, let’s make our own rules.”
“Like?”
“Spanking. Are you telling me you’re not interested in that anymore?”
“I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do. Answer my question.”
“I love spanking your ass. It makes my dick hard just thinking about it.”
“Then we’re not stopping that. I like it too. Anal? We’re not stopping that either, right?”
“That one is totally up to you. I don’t want it to feel dirty, like my childhood has anything to do with it.”
“I never knew about that until lately. I don’t find it dirty at all. I find it sensual and erotic, something we both enjoy. We’re not stopping that either. The belt?” I continued, trying to decipher Drew’s fine line.
“Definitely not. I’m not touching you with anything that is going to leave a bruise.”
“I can take it.”
“Morgan, I don’t want you to take it. You shouldn’t want me to hurt you.”
“But sometimes I do.”
“Why?” Drew asked, raising up and spinning me to look at him.
“It’s what we do, Drew. I don’t want everything to change.”
“Morgan, that’s not normal. We can’t be that couple anymore.”
“It’s normal for us, Drew. We don’t have to be like everyone else. Who even knows what normal is?”
Drew took a deep breath and pulled me back to him. “We’re definitely continuing with Deidra.”
“How? Through the phone?”
“We’ll work that out with her. We could fly her to us a couple of times a month and maybe do phone sessions too. I know I am the one that put us here, but I think you have buried issues needing dealt with as well.”
“It’s not all your fault.”
“Pretty much. Come on, let’s get out.”
I did talk Drew into spanking me that night. How pathetic was I? Maybe I did need to talk to Deidra more. I wanted Drew to be rough with me, force himself in my mouth, in my ass, and demand that I do things I’d always thought I didn’t want to do before. He did none of those things. Drew caressed every inch of my body and made love to me with so much emotion. Drew loved me and no matter how fucked up it was, I loved him too.
Epilogue
Living on the beach with my husband and son was the best thing Drew could have done for us. I was happy, loving life and loving my family. Celeste kept the store on the strip and was now spending more time with her own family. They did visit once in a while but sort of lost their room to a nursery.
I’m sure we would have never gone back to Vegas had it not been for Justin. I wasn’t about to lose touch with him again. We flew there when I was five months pregnant, just to watch him sing in the choir concert. He was very, very good, and I was so proud of him.
I was so afraid of Drew becoming bored with not working. He wasn’t at all. We stayed busy with Nicholas, who was talking up a storm and turning into his own little person. Not once had I been afraid of Drew in our new surroundings. If I owed it to anyone, I’d have to say it was Deidra. I would forever be grateful that she was the one to break the barrier; help him to realize what happened to him was nothing for him to be ashamed of and that it wasn’t his fault.
Drew and I still had our moments, and Deidra still counseled us twice a week over the phone. I imagine we’ll always have our moments. Sometimes they were his fault and sometimes they were mine. Nonetheless, we were doing it. We took a relationship that should have never been and made it something real, something we were both proud of.
Weston David Kelley came into the world weighing more than Nicholas had. I wasn’t sure I was up for anymore ten pound babies. He was a tiny, big boy, and I was instantly in love—again.
Now I can tell you that the poor little mountain girl from a poverty stricken town in West Virginia had finally gotten her happily ever after, except for maybe having a little girl.
THE END