Underestimated Too (15 page)

I couldn’t believe it. Somebody needed to shut him
up.

“Things were starting to progress and I was moving
forward with what I thought was the best plan, not that I was given many
options. The kid had to go first and—”

“The kid was my fucking brother, Drew. Justin Willow
was my little brother. Can you understand that?” I yelled. I couldn’t help it.
He was a pig, a down right, dirty pig.

 “After talking to Mr. Callaway about why the boy
should be adopted by a mother and father, I got the welfare system involved,” he
continued, talking over me with a glare.

I didn’t care about his gaze of terror. He should
have been the one that was afraid. I was that mad.

“It was easier and cheaper on my wallet to do it
that way,” Drew continued without one bit of respect towards my feelings at
all.

“Mr. Callaway already had a young family in mind.
They’d been trying to have a child for years and had been on an adoption
waiting list almost as long. It was perfect, and Justin Willow would be out of
the system and in the loving hands of his new family. I wouldn’t have to worry
about what to do with a five-year-old little brat. I was a fucking genius.”

You were a fucking idiot, still are. It
was official, I hated Drew—again.

And then Drew had the nerve to mention Skyler again,
“Skyler was an increasing problem. ‘Why do you have to go out of town again?
You promised to take me clubbing this weekend,’ Skyler whined.”

“Oh hell no. We don’t need to go back to Skyler
again,” I insisted. Now he was just being an ass.

“Morgan,” Deidra chastised, shaking her head.

Of course, take his side.

Drew pressed on, “I try to explain to Skyler to
placate her, ‘I will next weekend. I have to go, Sky. I’m going to be gone a
lot more now with Mr. Callaway out of commission. He’ll probably never work
again.’ Removing my shirt, I took her in my arms.

‘Promise?’ she whined.

‘Yes,’ I assured, shoving my tongue down her throat,
thrusting my already hard cock into her hips. Lifting her shirt over her head,
I cupped her breasts in the palms of my hands and lowered my lips to her erect
nipples. She moaned as I moved her towards the bed, laying her down. Running my
finger up her slit, I smiled, happy that she was wet and aroused.”

I’m going to prison. I’m going to prison
for murder, and my son will be raised by two mommies.
I was going to kill him. I couldn’t believe he was going back here. What the
fuck? He didn’t even care that Deidra was standing right fucking here.

Drew even added, “I asked, ‘You want me to lick your
pussy?’ to Skyler.”

Un-fucking-believable.

“Skyler bellowed, sitting up, ‘Jesus, Drew. Why do
you have to go and ruin it? Can’t you just do it? I hate it when you talk vulgar
like that. I’m not some girl you picked up from the corner.’

‘I’m sorry. Stop it. Come here,’ I coaxed, pulling
her back, moving my fingers back to her slit, hoping to regain the moment. She
let me and I moved down, running my tongue up her pussy, paying careful
attention to her pulsating nub. She writhed her hips below my mouth, accepting
the pleasure that I was bringing to her.”

How fucking sweet, you’re so giving. Ass
wipe.

“I tentatively touched her puckered hole. ‘Oh, my god,
Drew. Just stop,’ Skyler protested.  

‘It’s just a finger, Skyler. Just relax for a second
and let me slide it in,’ I told her.”

Are you kidding me right now?

“But Skyler wasn’t having it. ‘NO! You’re not
putting anything in my ass. What’s wrong with you? Just come up here and make
love to me,’ she protested. I didn’t want to make love. I wasn’t in the making
love kind of mood. I wanted to fuck the hell out of her.

‘Put it in your mouth first,’ I pressed my luck.

‘Drew, I don’t want to do that. You know I don’t
like that. Come up here and make love to me, please,’ she whined.

Of course I did and then pissed her off again when I
pulled out of her and shot my load all over her breasts, rubbing it around her
nipples with a satisfying moan. She didn’t say a word, just stormed off to the
shower.” Drew laughed.

 “That’s lovely, Drew. Can we go now?” I asked,
standing and reaching for my purse.

“I think maybe you two better take some time today.
Don’t go home together, okay?” Deidra pleaded, knowing I was pissed.

“No problem. He doesn’t have to come home at all. He
can go to hell for all I care,” I assured them both, grabbed my purse and stormed
out.

“What the hell, Morgan?” Drew asked, pulling my arm
before I could make it to my car.

“Don’t fucking touch me. Why don’t you go find
Skyler? Maybe you can lick her pussy or something,” I yelled, jerking away from
him.

“Will you stop? What’s this all about?”

“Really, Drew? You tell me. What the hell was that?
You went into great details about your sex life with Skyler. What the fuck?”

“It’s the way my mind thinks.”

“You’re stupid. Let me go,” I said, trying to get
away from him.

“Listen to me. I don’t want to hear the details of
your sex life with Dawson.”

“What?” I asked, having no clue what the hell he was
talking about.

“You’re going to have to talk about that soon. I
thought maybe if I could show you first how it makes me feel when you mention
his name, you wouldn’t do it, you wouldn’t talk about him.”

“You’re the one that needs help, not me. That’s the
stupidest thing I’ve ever heard of.”

“Are we okay?” Deidra called from beside the door
with a cigarette between her fingers.

“We’re fine,” Drew called.

“No, we’re not. I might stab you in your sleep.”

Drew laughed. I wasn’t laughing. I was dead serious.
“I’m going to the office for a while. Stop being mad at me, and maybe I’ll lick
your pussy when I get home,” he tried teasing.

I still wasn’t biting.

“I wouldn’t let you touch my pussy with your tongue
now if your life depended on it.”

“We’ll see. I’ve got to go, my ride’s here. I love
you.”

“Yeah, sure you do.”

“Tell me you love me. I’m not leaving until you tell
me you love me.”

“I love you, now leave me the hell alone.”

 I stayed mad at Drew for three days. I couldn’t
help it. He had no right. He didn’t have to do that. I was going to give it
right back to him as soon as it was my turn to talk again. I’d tell him how
Dawson did, well, when he, shit, Dawson didn’t really do anything. Drew put him
to shame in bed, but he was very into me. He always made me feel like nothing
in the world mattered but me. I’d go that route. Damn it. No, I wouldn’t. I
didn’t want to hurt Drew. Drew had been hurt enough.

I loved the fact that Marta was back. Nicholas was
happy that Marta was back. I think Drew secretly was as well, although you’d
never get him to admit to it.

Drew and I continued our Thursday meetings with
Deidra and I continued to endure the long hour sessions of listening to him
talk about his life. The next visit was finally going to be about us, and not
just him or me separate. That made me happy, until the actual meeting that is.

Of course I spent the entire hour listening once
again. I guess I’m not really complaining about that. I was more interested in
Drew’s story than mine. He just made it very hard sometimes. I think he did it
on purpose to be honest.

Moving my feet under my butt, I settled in when
Deidra wanted Drew, not me, Drew to tell her about when he and I got together.
He was so dramatic, talking like he was narrating a great novel or something.

I rolled my eyes when Drew began like he was
auditioning for a role in a movie or something, “Derik confessed to me ‘I still
don’t understand what Dr. Reynolds is doing here,’ as we walked to the awaiting
car with the doctor following behind.

‘I told her piece of shit dad that I didn’t want her
if she wasn’t a virgin. He’s just coming along to humiliate the little cunt for
me.’

‘You’re not going to fuck this chick are you?’ Derik
asked me.

‘Fuck no. She’s probably got every disease out
there,’ I replied.”

FUCK YOU!

“Derik probed, ‘So what if she’s not a virgin?’

‘I don’t give a shit whether she is or not. I told
you, I just want to demean her a little, show her what a dumb little cunt she
is,’ I informed Derick.”

The grumble that surfaced from deep in my throat
couldn’t be helped and landed me
the look
from Deidra.

But Drew kept talking, “I still can’t believe anyone
lived in that dump. It was downright disgusting. I thought I would fall through
the floor as I was led to Morgan’s room by her father. What a dick. Who sells
their daughter off for thirty thousand dollars? He didn’t care. He’d be drunk,
dipping his cock in some barroom country bumpkin by nine
.
”

Drew was sure. That didn’t bother me. He could say
all he wanted about that man. I didn’t give a shit about him, and he
wasn’t
my father.

“Maybe I was a cold-hearted bastard. No. There was
no maybe about it. I didn’t see the scared young girl, perched on the mattress
with her knees to her chest. I saw Michael fucking Callaway’s daughter. I felt
no remorse for him or her at all. I wanted her to pay, pay for fucking
everything up for me, pay for everything that her dirt bag father did to my
mother, pay for the strain I was having to put on my relationship with Skyler.
I wanted her to feel every last thing that my mother felt, and I hoped like
hell Michael’s spirit was able to witness it all. I smiled as the doctor opened
his bag and told her to undress from the waist down. Closing the door, I turned
to witness her frightened demeanor. I can’t explain what I felt, or why I felt
it, but it did something to me. I was fascinated by her petrified behavior. It
tuned me right the fuck on, and I actually felt my cock twinge.”

Oh, my god, Drew. Reel it in a bit.

“I grabbed her legs, pulling her to her back after
she protested being examined. That felt liberating too. Unbuttoning her jeans,
jerking them off her, and telling her to spread her legs was fucking with me in
a bad way. I didn’t feel a twinge anymore. I had a full blown hard-on going on.
I was definitely going to have to visit Skyler when I got back.  I had to
adjust myself in my slacks, watching absorbedly as the doctor inserted the
instrument into her pussy. Her eyes were tightly closed and her small stomach
rapidly moved up and down, breathing erratic breaths. I wanted to tell him to
move the light down, wanting a closer look but controlled myself, remembering
that he was there, and I didn’t care what her pussy looked like.”

Drew and I were going to have to start discussing
things before we came in here. I felt myself sink in to the sofa, trying to
hide from the embarrassment my idiotic husband was freely handing out.

 “The doctor announced, ‘Her hymen is fully intact,’
removing the instrument. Morgan quickly sat up and closed her knees. I nodded,
letting the doctor know that he could be excused.

‘Get dressed, we have a plane to catch,’ I ordered
her. I already liked telling her what to do.

She started to cry, and I knelt to her level. Her
tears didn’t faze me one bit. They intensified my state of mind. I’d watched my
mother shed tears over Morgan’s father so many times I couldn’t count them all.
‘No tears, Morgan. I am doing you the biggest favor of your life. You are going
to live like a queen and all you have to do to earn it is listen to me. Now get
dressed. We’re leaving.’ I couldn’t help myself. I placed my hands on her bare
knees and moved them apart, having the strongest urge to run my fingers up her
slit. It turned me on to no end, knowing she’d never been touched. I stood,
coming to my senses and she quickly dressed.”

Drew explained the day he picked me up. I remembered
that day too, exactly the way he’d just described it.
Jesus Drew
, I
thought, hoping he stayed facing the window. I could see he was sporting a full
blown hard-on.

“Her worthless piece of shit father never said a
word to her as she walked in front of me toward the awaiting car. He sat at the
table, whistling and counting his money while I walked right out the door with
his daughter,” Drew stated.

“This is as illegal as hell,” Deidra decided,
shaking her head.

“Yeah, we know that. We knew it eleven years ago
too,” Drew assured her and continued, “I stayed on my phone, needing the
distraction of Morgan riding in the backseat with me. I didn’t know what the
fuck was going on? I had Skyler at home, patiently waiting on my return. I
wasn’t even attracted to this girl. I didn’t even like brunettes, but from that
day, the day I picked her up, she did something to me,” Drew smiled at me.

I thought he was full of shit. I never did anything
for him, not something he was speaking of, maybe in his pants, but that was it.