Hello, my loves! I know, it's been a while for this story, but I'm back for another chapter! As always love to my girls Tm12Brady, GoldenGirl1920, ClaymoreQueen6176 and wwechristina for their support!

So, it's a special day for our favorite female wrestler! There will be several revelations in this chapter. The story about the murdered friend is based on a true story in my life (names changed obviously). I am passionate about cold cases and victim's rights and I'm putting this into the story of Dawn. It will not be the only time it will be visited in the story.

But first thing's first. Let's see how it goes when Drew finally meets her Mama! Enjoy!

Chapter 11

November 9, 2007

Louisville, Kentucky

Dawn POV

It's been a crazy couple of months or so, I can't believe it's here. I turn 19 years old today! It's weird, but Mama used to tell me the older I got, the faster your life starts to fly by. And she was right. It seems like no time at all that I was graduating from high school, signing my WWE developmental deal and packing up my belongings to move here to Kentucky. And now, I'm only a year away from entering my 20's. Crazy.

Speaking of Mama, she and my best friends arrived last night. She is staying with me in my apartment while the girls are staying in a nearby hotel. They tried to get Mama to stay with them, knowing that I would want to be alone with Drew, but she wouldn't hear of it. I can't get a read on her about how she feels about me dating him. They will meet him tonight since we're all spending the day together and going out for dinner tonight.

For his part, he had quite the surprise for me yesterday morning: I met his parents and younger brother yesterday! Well, not in person. They are still in Scotland. But Drew got something on his new Blackberry called Skype that allowed us to do a video call with them. He introduced me to them, and they are truly sweet, wonderful people. His mom, Angela, on particular was so warm to me. She said, "So this is the gorgeous young lass that has my Andrew's heart! Yer truly lovely!" I blushed, not know what else to say other than thank you and that he has my heart as well.

Unfortunately, Drew had experienced some disappointment a few weeks ago when, after a couple of weeks, WWE decided he needed some more time in developmental and took him off TV. The night he was told, I woke up to find him not in bed. I walked into the living room to find him sitting alone in the dark lost in his thoughts. When I asked him to talk to me, he initially turned me down.

But after some coaxing, he sighed, "Even though I know that they're right, I need some work, I'm damn disappointed in himself, Dawn. I feel like he had let everyone I love down. My family, all the lads and lasses in the British wrestling scene, and you."

I took his and told him, "Drew, you didn't let anyone down. What you accomplished is something that some in our position will never achieve. You will get back to that main roster. We'll do it together. And the only way you'll ever let me down is if you give up, and I know that will ever happen. You're a special talent, Drew. And real talent will always find a way to shine."

He smiled at me, with me melting seeing those adorable dimples. He took my face in his hands and put his forehead to mine, "The special thing about me is ya. I'm sa lucky ya found me, mo ghraidh." Then, things got passionate very quickly when he laid me back on the couch and showed me just how lucky I am. Holy shit, did he!

But back to my birthday, last night was the first time we had not spent the night together since we got together. He told me he wanted me to enjoy some time with Mama and the girls. I truly did, but I missed having him in my bed so bad last night. He, of course, let me know he was thinking of me by taking a picture of his hard cock and sending it to me by new Blackberry BBIM. Isn't the pink and black blingy zebra stripe case adorable? Gotta rep my love for The Hitman!

But of course I had to return the favor, I sent him a pic of me nude with my legs spread. We're really getting into this whole sexting and sending naughty pictures thing lately! That earned me another message: "U will pay for that tomorrow night. I love u, mo ghraidh." I'm not sure how he will accomplish this with Mama in the apartment, but I look forward to finding out.

I'm getting ready with the girls now in the bathroom. They came over super early, prompting Mama to make us a huge pancake breakfast with bacon. Christie made that noise when she enjoys food and said, "Oh my god, Mama Fran! I've missed your pancakes!" With all the girls nodding in agreement with their faces stuffed with Mama's home cooking.

As we put on our makeup, Krystal asks, "So, what time will Drew get here? I wanna meet this this hunky guy that finally got you to think about something other than wrestling."

I roll my eyes, "He'll be here soon. And I still think about wrestling. So does he. We both have the same desire to be the best."

Christina scoffed, "From what you've been saying to us lately, the only thing you've been desiring is him between your…"

I rush to put my hand over her lips and say in a hushed tone, "Oh my god, keep it down! I don't want my sex life advertised to my Mama! Jesus!"

Denise says while applying her mascara, "Oh please! Like she can't figure out that you're sexually active, Dawn. You don't exactly hide it well."

I put my hands on the vanity and give her that look in the mirror, "That doesn't mean I'm wanting to shout it to the mountaintop to her. Y'all know how she is. 'Men are pigs. Sex is evil. He'll knock you up and dump you like your Daddy did to me. Blah blah blah!' I don't need that on my birthday, especially with her meeting Drew."

As the other girls finish up their hair and leave the bathroom, it's just me and Denise. She looks at me and sees the stress on my face. She says, "Christina didn't mean anything by that. She's just excited that you've found someone that loves you. We all are."

I nod, "I know. It's just… Never mind."

She grabs my hand as I try to leave the bathroom, "Oh no you don't. It's me and I can see something's going on in that red head of yours. Are you and Drew OK?"

I shake my head, "Yes, we're fine. Well, He has gotten jealous of some of the guys in the locker room, especially Nic. But I've been able to assure him that I only love him."

Denise considers me as she leans against the vanity, "OK, then what's the problem?"

I sigh, "Mama and I had a conversation last night and it disturbed me. It's like, she's already made up her mind that she doesn't like or trust Drew before she's even met him. I just want her to see that he's so good to me and that he loves me. But I just get this feeling like it's not gonna matter to her."

She puts her hand on my shoulder and says, "Wow. You really are deep in love with him. Aren't you, Dawn?" I nod with a downcast head, and she takes me into an embrace that only the best of friends can experience. She comes out of it and tilts my chin up when she feels my tears start to flow on her shoulder.

She reassures me as she hands me a tissue, "Hey, everything will work out. You know how protective Mama Fran is of you. She just loves you so much and she doesn't wanna see you hurt. None of us do. If Drew is as good as you tell us he is, she'll see that. She's been kinda going through it too. With you being away from her and all. She's really missing you."

I dab my eyes, making sure I don't ruin my eye makeup, "I know you're right. And I'm sure I'm just overreacting. I just really want this weekend to go off perfect."

Denise smiles, "And it will. But…is it a good time to tell you that Greg asked about you?"

I roll my eyes, "Oh for fuck's sake! What do that cheater loser ass want?" Greg Roland was my boyfriend for two years in high school. In those years, he destroyed my self-confidence, cheated on my constantly, and mentally and physically abused me. Yeah, a real winner! I put up with too much from him.

But when he demanded that I choose either him or wrestling, I said, "See ya, bitch!" His ego would not allow him to just let me go though. He made up all kinds of false rumors about me and tried to make my senior year in high school into hell on earth. He failed. Especially when I kicked him in the nuts in front of all of his football buddies and left him crying like a little bitch crumpled on the floor.

Denise said, "He wants you back, Dawn. He practically begged me to tell him where you were since Mama Fran told him to go to Hell."

I raised my eyebrow and dare to ask, "And what did you say?"

She snickered, "I told him that you moved the city NoneOfYouGoddamnBusiness, population FUCK OFF!" I start to laugh hysterically, prompting her to having more giggle fits.

We calm down some from our laugh fest. I reach over and hug her, "Thank you. I know that no matter what, you will always have my back."

She looks into my eyes and smiles, "Always. You know that. And for the record, I'm excited to meet Drew. If he's as good as you say he is, I know we'll get along fine."

I finish putting on my lip gloss and say with a dreamlike gleam, "Oh, he is that good. In every way possible."

Denise slaps me on the butt and laughs, "OK, wake up from Wet Dream Land."

I laugh and say, "I see your couth hasn't improved at all since I left. I'm just so happy that all of my girls are here with me for this."

Denise's face falls and she looks down, "We're not all here. Nadia."

I immediately tear up and pull her into another tight embrace, "Oh god! She's been on my mind so much lately."

Nadia Smith was our childhood friend. The six of us were as close as you could get. However, when we were 8 years old, Nadia was kidnapped and found murdered, dumped in a field like she was nothing! The things that monster, whoever the fuck he is, did to that sweet little girl is indescribable and awful.

They never caught her killer. The day of her funeral, I vowed to do everything in my power to help that son of a bitch go to prison. In fact, buying Mama a big house in Florida and using my resources to help find Nadia's killer is the first thing I will do when I'm signed to the main roster.

I come out of the hug and take a tissue to help fix my makeup. At that moment, I hear a knock on the door and gasp, "Oh shit, it's him! How do I look?"

She laughs and assures me, "Stunning as always. C'mon, let's meet your man!"

I come through the living room and hear Denise tell the girls, "Oh my god, y'all chill out! Don't scare him away from her!" I look over at Mama, who sighs and nods her head in approval. I take a deep breath and soothe myself, mentally preparing myself for the onslaught of questions for poor Drew.

I open the door, and my breath is taken away. Drew is standing there looking sexier than sin! His shoulder length hair is down and looking like silk. He's wearing red button up shirt and black slacks. Oh my! He smiled that butter melting dimpled smile and says, "Co-là-breith math, mo ghraidh!" He produces a dozen red roses from behind his back.

I exhale at the site, smelling of that beautiful bouquet and accept them into my hand, "Drew! Oh goodness! Thank you! What does that mean?"

He steps inside and cups my cheek. He says as I'm starting to get lost in those beautiful blue eyes again, "It means, 'Happy birthday, my love.' Ya look sah stunning."

He points to this shiny object wrapped around the stems. My eyes widen when I unwrap it and see a charm bracelet with a single heart charm. I take the charm in my fingers, and I try not to tear up when I see the engraving: Mo ghraidh gu bràth. I know from one time we made love that second phrase, gu bràth, means forever. I smile as I put the bracelet on without hesitation. I look into those gorgeous blue orbs and say, "Oh Drew! It's so beautiful! I love it!"

He steps close to me and rumbles low, "And I love you." With that, his mouth finds mine in one his spellbinding, incredible kisses.

I almost forget where we are before our lips come apart after hearing giggling and the clearing of throats. I blush as I look over at the girls, whose prying eyes are loving what they are seeing. Mama, not so much. I can't tell what she's thinking to be honest. I take Drew by the hand and lead him over to the bar by my kitchen. I say, trying to mask my anxiety, "Drew, these are my best friends. Christie Owen, Christina Martinez, Krystal Moss, and Denise Jones. Guys, this is Drew Galloway. My boyfriend."

He glanced over at me and grins. He looks back to them and turns on the charms, "Ladies, it's a pleasure. Dawn's told me all about ya gals. Yer all as lovely as she said."

Every single one of them gushes and giggles. Denise asks like the only one who acts like she has seen a guy before and states, "Drew, it's great to finally meet you."

Christie blurts out, "Oh, and we've heard quite an earful about you too, Cutey McBlueEyes!"

I gape at her as my face turns a thousand shades of embarrassed, "Seriously, Christie? Jesus!"

Drew gives a hearty laugh at this as the rest of the girls look at her like she let out some big secret. He looks at me with a smirk, "Oh, is that right?"

Before I go and hide under my covers in humiliation, I take his hand again and lead him over past the bar into the kitchen, leaving the girls to chide Christie. I stand before the most important person in my life and says nervously, "And this… This is my Mama. Frances Chapman. Mama, this is Drew."

Drew extends his hand to her and says, "Ma'am, it's such a please tah meet ya finally. Now I know where Dawn got her beauty from. I know yer proud of her. Ya raised quite a special gal."

Mama, who has the same red hair and looks like she could be my twin, seems taken aback by the compliment. But she takes his hand and says, "Well, thank you, Drew. It's nice to meet you too." I eye her closely trying to get a read on her emotions. I see nothing. That worries me.

She says, "OK, you two have a seat and I'll start making the birthday girl's favorite cake, yellow with milk chocolate icing! Who wants to help be the tasters?"

A mass exodus of females rushes to the kitchen screaming, "Me! I do!" All except for Denise. So, Drew and I sit down on the couch with Denise in the easy chair. Drew puts his arm around my shoulder and kisses me on the temple. He says, "Well, I think that went well. But she seemed a little quiet. I hope I didn't offend her."

I wave that off, "No Drew. You did perfect. You're so sweet. She's just… Well…"

Denise finishes my thought, like always, "Mama Fran is just a very protective Mama Bear. Once she sees your feelings for Dawn are sincere, she'll talk your ears off."

Drew POV

I internally breathe a sigh of relief with Denise's response. I can feel tha eyes of all the ladies trained on me from the kitchen. I am definitely in the hotseat! But I love the fact that they all adore her sah much. I would never consciously hurt her for anything in tha world. I love her more every second. I just need ta make them see that.

Dawn squeezes mah thigh and says, "Excuse me, but I need to use the bathroom. I'll be right back." She kisses me on the lips. As she rises, she smirks at Denise and quips, "You behave."

Denise shrugs and laughs, "What? I'm just sitting here!" But as soon as Dawn shuts the door, Denise starts to eye me. Why am I starting to sweat? She sighs and starts, "Look Drew, it's like this. This whole thing with you and Dawn happened very fast. I don't know how much Dawn has told you, but she was hurt badly in a previous relationship. Not just mentally, but he physically abused her."

My skin immediately starts ta crawl and mah Scottish temper starts ta flare at those words. I shake mah head, "Nah. She never told me this. Who is this little motherfucker? I'll end him!" Then, the implication of her statement hits me like a ton of bricks, "Wait a minute. Ya don't think I could ever do that ta her, da ya?"

She puts her hands up and says, "No! Drew, I'm not saying that, nor do I believe that. I'm just trying to make you see why Mama Fran is so protective of her. There are other reasons as well. Look, the other girls don't know the whole story about what happened with her ex. That's why they're gigglier and more interested in your love story. But I do know. I was there to help put ice in her black eye. Dawn deserves all the love and happiness in the world. I just want you to know that I will fully support your relationship. But the moment you hurt her…"

I break in bafer she can even say those words, "Hurt her? I fucking love her more than anything! She is sa amazing and beautiful and perfect fer me in every way. Number one, I would never put mah hands on a gal in a violent way. That's not in mah blood ta da something sa awful. And number two, she is tha best thing that's ever happened ta me. She gets me in a way no one, except maybe my mom, ever has. I can't see any other girl but her. I'm gonna make this clear: I love her!"

Denise looks like she's listening and has a look on her face that I can't read. But then, she smiles. She concedes, "I like you, Drew. Just love her. That's all I ask."

This conversation with Denise has haunted me for the rest of the night. The fact that Dawn had an abusive relationship in her past was quite a shock. She never showed a sign of this. As I look at her while we are sitting at dinner in Volare Italian Ristorante, she looks sa happy and easy going. Knowing that she trusts me with her heart after going through something sa horrible makes me love her even more.

We all enjoy our dinner. Birthday girl picked tha place. He loves Italian food, going with her favorite dish here, Malfade Bianca Bolognese. I'm enjoying the conversation and all the girls telling stories about Dawn in school and as a little girl. They're alsa busting mah balls, teasing me about our relationship and asking me about mah past. Krystal, in particular, is very interested in Scotland. Christie is curious about if all Scottish men are as cute as me (spoiler: they're not; that got a laugh out of them).

But I can help but notice that Dawn's mom barely said two words ta me. It's almost like she's doing everything in her power ta avoid me. We all arrive back at Dawn's apartment fer cake, with several members of the OVW roster coming by ta wish her happy birthday. Of course, that wanker Stu is stuffing his face with cake.

As everyone has Dawn distracted with conversation, I see her mom head ta tha kitchen. I decide ta take this as mah opportunity ta engage with her. I step inta tha kitchen and see her cleaning off dishes. I put mah hands in mah pocket and sheepishly say, "Hey. Just wanted tah tell ya the cake was delicious."

She doesn't even look up from the sink just says, "Thank you, Drew. It's Dawn's favorite. I just wanted her to have a little taste of home."

I smile as I try ta make conversation, "That's awesome. I don't think I'll get ta go home fer mah birthdays or mah family's birthdays now I'm here in tha States."

She cleans off the cake pan and says, "That's unfortunate. I'm sure you miss home and your family. And they miss you too."

I look around and ask, "Can I help ya with tha dishes? I don't mind helping out."

She shakes her head as she puts a bowl in the dishwasher, "No, I got it. You can go out there and have fun with Dawn."

Her tone is not mean, but I can't help but notice it's not exactly friendly. My curiosity gets the better of me an I have ta ask, "Ms. Chapman, have I done something ta offend ya or something? Yev barely looked at me since I arrived earlier this afternoon. If I've done something, I want ta apologize."

Frances looks up, shuts the dishwasher door and turns to me. She's practically staring daggers through me as she finally lays it out there, "No, Drew. You've done nothing to offend me. But you will. I can see it in your eyes. You're wild and young. And that wouldn't bother me, except that my daughter is crazy in love with you. I've known guys like you. Her father was just like that. He left me with a toddler and broke my heart because he couldn't keep his dick in his zipper. I don't want that for Dawn. She's too good and pure of a soul to deserve what you will eventually do to her."

I am stunned by this. I wanna scream at her that all of that is bullshit, but I need ta stay calm fer Dawn's sake. I try ta plead mah case, "Ms. Chapman, you're wrong. I love her. She is like breathing ta me. I need her. I know things happened very fast between us, and I'm sorry that you've been sa hurt befer. But I'm not Dawn's father and she's not ya. I would never da anything ta hurt her."

She narrows her eyes and says, "I want to believe that, Drew. I really do. I want to be wrong about you. And I really hope you prove yourself worthy of her for Dawn's sake. You say that you need Dawn like you need to breathe. She IS the reason I breathe. I know without a doubt that I was put on this planet to be that girl's mother. You will never be good enough for her in my eyes. But I know how deeply she loves you and I'm going to let this love story continue. If you prove to me that I'm wrong about you, I will freely admit it and apologize to you. But you just remember, the moment you hurt her, I will make sure you regret it. I will not allow my daughter's heart to break because of your hormones. I hope one day that you will understand where I'm coming from."

She turns her back on me, no doubt signaling that she is choosing to end this conversation. What the fuck! I turn around and walk back inta the living room gob smacked and angry. She's not even giving me a chance. I walk back over ta Dawn, who chatting with her friends and Stu. Looks like he's in his own heaven being surrounded by beautiful girls. She turns to me and puts her arm around her neck and says happily, "Hey, baby! I just got off the phone with both Stephen and Nic. They called to wish me happy birthday."

I try to put on a smile and say, "Oh, that's great.

She notices mah distant look and her beautiful face falls, "Wait, what happened? You were in there with… What did Mama say to you?"

I shake mah head and lie tah her fer tha first time, "Nothing. I thanked her fer the cake and asked if she needed help in the kitchen and she said nah. It's all good, mo ghraidh." I grin and kiss her on the temple. I didn't like lying to her, but I have no interest in causing an argument between her and her mom tanite. It's her birthday, and I want it ta be as special as possible tah her.

Dawn POV

I just finished my shower and I'm brushing out my hair looking in the mirror. As happy as I am about my best friends and Mama being here for my birthday, and I truly had a wonderful time celebrating with them, something is not sitting right with me. As my friends were leaving to go back to their hotel, Drew and Stu left around the same time. I could still see in his eyes that something was wrong. He gave me one of his incredible kisses and said, "Oh, I haven't given ya yer big birthday gift yet. You'll get that later."

He wagged his eyebrows at me, and I had to ask, "OK, what are you up to, Drew?"

He shrugs and just says, "You'll see." He gives me a quick peck on the lips and walks away with an annoyed Stu rolling his eyes and calling him "Loverboy" in a mocking tone.

When I walked back into the apartment, I demanded Mama tell me what she said to Drew in the kitchen, but she said, "Nothing, sweetheart. I'm headed to bed. I love you!" She kissed me on the cheek and closed the door to the guestroom.

So, I'm sitting here in my short white empire waist babydoll gown looking at myself in the mirror knowing that they both lied to me. I'm no fool. There was some sort of a confrontation between them, and they don't want to tell me. I know they both love me, but it drives me crazy when I'm treated like a delicate little flower. It's so frustrating! I just want Mama and Drew to get along.

I stand up and start to walk to the far said of my bed when I hear a knock at my window. I jump, freaked the hell out. I grab the baseball bat I keep in my bedroom for protection when the light, but loud rapping continues. I walked slowly with the bat back in one hand. I'm gonna crush the skull of whatever creep this is!

I shudder and exhale before I pull back the curtain. I drop then bat when I see that heart stopping dimpled grin and scream whisper, "Drew! What the fuck?"

The dork waves at me and mouths, "Open the window!" I look at the door praying that Mama didn't hear the thud of the bat on floor. I undo the latch and slide the window open, allowing him to crawl through the window.

I shut and lock the window quickly as he stands up. He has changed into a black tank top and black workout shorts. Jesus Christ, does he look extremely fuckable at this moment! I ask, as quietly as I can, "What in the hell are you doing? You gave me a heart attack! Mama is in the guest room."

He pulls me close, flush against his body and looks at me with the sultriest look he's ever given me, "I told ya bafer I left. I need ta give ya my big birthday gift."

I bite my lower lip and suck in air. Oh shit, it's getting hot in here! I smirk, "Oh, that's right? And what do you want to give to me?"

He leans down and puts his forehead to mine and growls, "What da ya want me ta give ya, baby?"

I trail my fingers down his chest, past his abdomen, and lightly trace his already hard cock through the thin fabric of his shorts. I moan, "This. I want this inside me. I want you, Drew. I want you to fuck me."

He wasted no time in closing the short distance between us and kisses me so hard, my toes literally curl. His hands roam down to my ass and picks me up to wrap my legs around his waist. He walks us to the edge of my bed and puts his knee down on the mattress, depositing me on top of my covers. His mouth is burning my lips with those slow, hot kisses and his hands starts to knead my breasts through the cotton fabric.

His blue eyes are stormy with desire as he works my nipples into hard, puckered peaks. He tears licks down my neck, trailing them down my chest. I'm struggling to not scream as he starts to suckle on my right nipple through my gown. I'm bucking my hips, grinding myself against his hard member with my legs wide open, allowing him to nestle himself between my thighs.

He rises up slightly and forcefully shoves the hem of my gown up to my stomach. He is nearly snarling as he reaches down and rips my white cotton bikini panties off my hip. I shudder as he looks possessed, breathing in deep as he drags his finger across my clit. I arch my back and try not to yelp as he puts his fingertip against his tongue. He whispers, "Fuck the cake! This is the sweet stuff I wanna taste."

His head makes a beeline to my pussy and starts to devour me like he's starving to death. My voice cracks and grab onto my covers as chews and nibbles on my clit. He flattens his tongue and roughly rubs my tiny nub in a rapid motion, the friction causing me already cum so hard, I squirt in his mouth. He keeps up the torture, sinking his tongue deep inside my dripping wet entrance.

He takes his two thumbs and spreads my lips wide as the swirls and flicks of his tongue drives me over the edge again. I have to grab my pillow and scream into it to keep from waking Mama as he uses his long pointer and middle digits to finger fuck me hard and deep.

My ass rises off the mattress as gasp loudly, orgasming again in a gush all over his hand. I whimper as he withdraws his fingers from me and quickly removes his tank top and shorts. He smirks at me as he sees my eyes going straight to that object that I crave more than any food. He starts to stroke himself and says softly, "Look at ya laying there panting wanting this cock up inside ya. Ya want this big yin tah fuck ya? Ya want a good hard birthday fucking?"

I sit up and shove him down on his back. His eyes grow large as I straddle his hips and kiss him, tasting myself on his mouth. I pin his hands to each side of his ears, release his lips and chuckle lightly, "If I'm not mistaken, it's my birthday. I get to take what I want. So, I changed my mind. I wanna ride that giant cock instead!"

Drew gets that devilish gleam in his eyes and that cum inducing smirk on his face. He invites me on top of him, showing me the way with his hands and purrs, "It's all yers, birthday girl! Come get yer big present!"

I raise up slightly and take that throbbing member in my hand, guiding his engorged head to my wanton, wet entrance. I release it as I sink down slow, feeling how amazing it feels to impale myself on him to the hilt. Loving how it stretches me. I use my hands on his chests as I start to rock back and forth on him, hearing him struggle to not howl loudly like normal with I ride him. Bucking on him like this allows his girthy length brush against my clit, triggering me to hum and whine.

I start to bounce on him faster and faster, driving him into the mattress as he reaches up to fondle my breasts. I arch my back and lean back resting my hands on his thighs. I bring my knees up and spread my legs wide, my feet to the side of each hip. I start dropping down hard, his head touching that spongy, sweet spot in my core. Our skin starts to slap as I relentlessly fuck him harder and harder, becoming more difficult to not scream in pleasure.

The damn sexy devil is getting a kick out of me not being able to scream like normal. He murmurs, "Oh fuck, Dawn! Yer sa goddamn hot! Shit!" He reaches between us down below and starts to circle my clit with the pad of his pointer finger.

That has pretty much done me in. I am breathless and crying out through my muted shrieks. My insides coil up, ready for that sweet release. My body halts its rocking, and my orgasm sends me spiraling into another dimension of yearning. I cum so powerfully, I surely got his entire lap wet. I gasp out, "Oh SHIT! Fuck!"

He sits up and kisses me in that beautiful, intimate way that only he knows. He coaxes my legs to each side of his hips and starts to push upward inside me. I slide to meet him until he is reaching the deepest part of my core. He takes his hand and cups my face as we both start to feel that moment of ecstasy wash over us. His breaths now in labored huffs, he groans out with his face pressed to mine, "Mo ghraidh gu bràth!"

I reciprocate this lovingly as we both cum together, "You're my love forever, Drew!" I shiver and arch my back as we cry out in silence as we ride out that incredible wave of love and sex together. We are holding each other, our sweaty bodies as close as you can get, our tongues doing that familiar lover's dance.

Drew lays back and pulls me on top to lay my head on his chest. I have zero strength left in my body, so I literally plop down still straddling his groin. His caresses on my back and through my hair are so loving and gentle, I wanna cry. Our breathing starts to regulate and Drew, noticing my shivering from my body cooling off, reaches down and pulls my disheveled covers over us. He kisses me on the top of my head and the last thing I hear as drift off to sleep is that sexy accent whispering in my ear, "Happy birthday, Dawn. I love ya sa much."

The next morning…SHIT! We fell asleep! No way I can let him go out the front door now! I hear Mama in the kitchen cooking breakfast! Drew is chuckling as he throws his clothes on, trying not to make a sound. Before crawling out my bedroom window, he pulls me into a deep, sweet kiss. God, this man and his mouth are gonna be the death of me!

He says as he pokes his head back in the window, "Told ya I had a big present fer ya, mo ghraidh! Love you and I'll see ya later today!" I roll my eyes and laugh, shove his head back out and slide the window shut.

I collect myself and walk out into the living room and say cheerfully, "Good morning, Mama! Hope you slept well."

Mama looks at me and smiles as she kisses my cheek, "Good morning, sweetheart. I slept well but, sweetie, did you have some bad dreams last night? I heard you moaning and sounded like you were crying."

I choke a little on my water and play it off, "Yeah, that's it. I did have a bad dream. Sorry if I kept you up. I'm gonna grab a quick shower before breakfast. Love you!"

I shut the door quickly and put my back against the door. She heard us having sex! Ugh! Well, she heard me. Anyway, I think we're in the clear. But as I take off my robe and temper my water, I frown. The truth is that I did have a bad dream last night. As I laid in Drew's arms, I had a horrible dream. I dreamt that someone was out there wanting to tear Drew and I apart…and they succeeded. But thank god it's just a nightmare. Right?!