Underestimated Too(89)

‘Please don’t stop, Drew,’ she begged, wanting me to make love to her.

Pulling her up while our eyes stayed entranced, she wrapped her legs around my waist and I made love to her like I’d never done. She didn’t stop crying the entire time. It was the most emotionally fucked up situation I had ever known.

Morgan never mentioned that night. She let me off the hook without making me feel worse than I already did. She even lied to Marta and told her she’d walked into a door with her nose in a book. Marta laughed, believing the lie to be the truth.

I tried even harder to make her happy after that night. There were still plenty of times I fought the Drew I didn’t want to be. Morgan had a way of pulling me back in. Just her soft voice saying easy Drew was usually enough to remind me how delicate she really was. I often wondered what went through her mind. Was her life before the accident hidden somewhere in her subconscious? Some of the things she did made me believe that it was.”

Deidra stopped Drew, asking me about being in love with him, how I felt different between him and Dawson. I took over, talked about being gone and what I had been doing while I was away. I didn’t mean to get so involved in my story and tried to remember how I felt when Drew talked about being in love with Skyler. I didn’t want to make him feel bad. I really didn’t think he loved her like I loved Dawson.

“Dawson truly loved me,” I explained.

“Dawson didn’t love you, Morgan,” Drew adamantly stated.

“It doesn’t matter. We’re past that.”

“Are we, Morgan? It’s been long enough, let’s talk about Dawson, or is there too much nostalgia there for you?” Drew hastily replied.

“Fuck you, Drew. You don’t know shit about Dawson.”

“You two are like fire and ice,” Deidra accused. “Drew, you can’t get mad at her for falling in love with someone when you did the same thing. And, Morgan, you’re not allowed to say fuck you to your husband, not here and not at home. Okay?”

We both took deep breaths but didn’t respond. I wanted to move past the conversation of Dawson anyway. I wanted to hear more from Drew.

“Good, so did things get better after you hit her that night in the shower?” Deidra asked Drew and not me, thank god.

“I’m not sure what you mean by better. Was it any healthier? I doubt it. Is it better now? I don’t know, you’re the doc, you tell me. I know it was only a couple days later when my wife there started the next fight between us,” Drew nodded towards me.

“Go on,” Deidra coaxed.

“Derik and I had been in my office all morning on calls.

‘It’s lunch time, Derik. How about you go find some lunch or something?’ Morgan asked in a demanding tone, barging into my office.”

I didn’t ask, I was telling him to get the hell out.

“Derik retorted, ‘Yeah, why don’t you go back in the kitchen where you belong.’

‘Derik, just go home. We’re done here. I can finish this.’

‘Seriously, Drew? We have a conference call in twenty minutes. Callaway’s going to be on it. Did you forget that?’

‘I’d think you could figure out how to jump on a conference call anywhere in the world by now, Derik,’ Morgan smartly remarked with a tilted head.

‘Go, Derik,’ I ordered before he had a chance to say something else. He left, eyeing her with pure disgust from her bare toes to her eyes.

‘My god, girl. What are you doing? You can’t keep doing that. We’re trying to work here.’

‘I’m sorry. I guess I was bad, uh?’ she asked, sliding out of her shorts. My cock instantly responded when she bent over my desk, standing right beside me.”

DREW! REALLY?

“Rubbing her soft bare ass, ‘I really do have a conference call,’ I told her.”

Ah man.

“Morgan retorted, ‘Then you should probably punish me, quickly.’

Standing, I brought my hand down, instantly leaving my print, marking my territory. She moaned as I rubbed the sting from her ass. Running my fingers through her wet pussy, I cracked her ass again and again, gaining moan after moan as my fingers teased her throbbing sex.

‘Is this what you want? You need me to spank you?’ I asked.

‘Hmmm,’ she moaned, backing her ass into my agonizing erection. Morgan spun around and lifted herself to my desk.

‘Go down on me,’ she beckoned, dropping her head. It was actually my new favorite thing to do. It had been since that first time she’d told me to do it. She’d knocked the wind out of me that day. I’d never tasted Morgan before that. I never had the desire to do that, now I couldn’t get enough of her taste, her scent, or her writhing hips beneath my mouth.”