Derailed (Terminal Book 2)

by Marie, Lisa

  Lexi grins around her lollipop and opens the car door. “Okay, okay, don’t get your panties in a bunch.” She winks and looks at my lap. “Too late. Looks like you’re already bunched up.”

  “Do your seatbelt up and zip your lip.” I playfully snarl and throw the car into first pulling away from the curb.

  Lexi is bouncing in her seat like she’s riding an invisible cock. Smiling like she just hit her G-spot. I can’t help but snicker when I turn to look at her. She’s a fucking child and it’s hilarious.

  “What in the actual fuck are you doing, babe? You excited about something?”

  “I’m going to stay at your house.” She sings. “I’ve never slept over at your house.”

  “My apartment.” I correct her. I am not home long enough to own a home. We travel far too fucking much. Landyn needs roots, I need a fucking pillow. “And you won’t be sleeping much, hope you got some rest last night.”

  Leaning across the console she rests her head on my shoulder and stuffs her lollipop in my mouth. “I’m gonna miss you when you’re gone.” She admits and goes quiet.

  “I know, babe. Why wouldn’t you miss me? I am that fucking awesome.” I smirk and press the candy back into her mouth as I try to keep the conversation light. I take the next left turn toward my apartment and as we get closer, I don’t feel very playful. People are walking with their children or their pets enjoying the beautiful breeze and I’m with my girl about to say goodbye for three months.

  She sighs and sits up in her seat, looking out the window. “Seriously, Des.”

  “I know, babe.” I reach across and take her hand. “I know.” I bring her hand to my mouth and kiss her knuckles. I pull into my stall and climb out of the car, walking to the passenger side and helping Lexi out. Throwing her bag over my shoulder, I hold her hand and together we walk into the building.

  Down the hall is that chick that always flirts with me, and I just realized that since I have been with Lexi I don’t find that girl attractive. She doesn’t do it for me anymore. A look of disappointment washes over her when she notices Lexi’s hand in mine. I raise my hand in a greeting and she smiles politely, unlocking her own door and stepping inside.

  “You know her?” Lexi asks as we enter the stairwell.

  “Nah, just a neighbor.” I assure her, and it’s the absolute truth.

  As we reach the fourth floor, I pull my keys from my pocket and slide the right one in the lock. “Okay, babe, for the next two days we do not leave here. Food will be delivered and we’re gonna have a LOT of sex.”

  “You say the sweetest things.” She presses her mouth to mine and sweeps her tongue over my lips. Smiling she blinks and cocks her head to the side. “Now open the door so we can have a lot of sex.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” I obey and swing the door open, insisting she enters first. Stepping past me, she slows her stride and pauses just inside the door taking in her surroundings. Turning around, her eyes are filling with tears and her hands cover her mouth. I close my door and lean against it waiting for her to say something.

  “What’s this, Des?” she asks her voice shaky.

  I place her bag on the hook by the door and lead her into the center of the room by her hand. She squeezes mine tightly in return as we walk further into the candle lit room.

  The room is warm and glowing a pale yellow from the flames, flowers and hanging drapes of some fucking sort. I hired a designer to make the next two days as memorable as possible. Sheer material hangs around a big puffy pillow thing in the middle of the floor and all I can think is that it looks like the perfect place to give her a massage. I shake my head at the feminine thoughts and turn to look at her.

  “I want to do bad things to you in nice places.”

  “How romantic.” She swoons and wipes her eyes with an embarrassed chuckle.

  “You remember when I took you to Pothos and we had a little viewing party?”

  I walk around her and run my fingertip up her arm. She closes her eyes and nods.

  “Did you like that?”

  Wetting her lip, she swallows and nods again.

  “Did you know I don’t just like letting people watch me? That I have other things I like to do?”

  Lexi’s breathing is excitedly jagged as her mouth twitches nervously. “I’ve heard,” she manages to answer.

  “I want to be honest with you and share with you. I know that I can trust you completely. Are you in a place where you can trust me?” I ask sincerely. Trust is the only way this is going to work.

  “Des, if I didn’t trust you. I wouldn’t be here.” Lexi opens her eyes and looks directly at me. Her answer pleases me and I’m sure it shows on my face.

  “Fantastic.” I take a step back just to look at her. She’s dressed very rock-a-billy tonight, and it’s extremely alluring. Reaching up, I unbutton her checkered blouse and pull it off her body. I lean in and kiss her collarbone as I unclasp her bra and drop it to the floor beside her shirt. I walk away from her and pull a chair into the space. Sitting down, I cross my arms over my chest and ask her to remove her shorts.

  Her shorts join the small bundle just at her feet, and she stands before me completely naked. This is a sight I could stare at for hours. Her perky nipples greet me from her heavy breasts. Her long legs meet her amazing ass. I shift in my seat and undo my belt slowly pulling it from the loops of my jeans. She stands with her arms at her sides, comfortable in her own skin waiting patiently for the next request.

  “C’mere,” I whisper as I pull the belt from the last loop with a snap of the leather. She steps toward me and stops just in front of my knees. I spread my legs and hang my arms to my sides, allowing the leather to loop on the floor beside me. “Do you know how fucking beautiful you are?” I stand and press my lips to her shoulder and step behind her. I lean in and whisper in her ear, “I am going to need you to get on your knees now.”

  Taking a deep breath, she lowers herself to the floor sitting high on her heels with her hands on her thighs. She assumed the role willingly and doesn’t even try to talk to me – it’s perfect. She does understand. She gets it.

  “Rest your head and shoulders on the chair in front of you.” She leans forward and tucks her hands under her face on the seat. I run my fingernail up her spine and brush her hair from her face. “Not your hands, I need those behind your back.” She wrinkles her brow for a moment before sliding her hands out and doing as I ask having them meet behind her. I kneel down behind her and slide the belt up under her arms and do it up on the tightest notch possible, binding her arms above her elbows.

  “Do you trust me, Lexi?”

  “I do.”

  “You know I am not going to hurt you, right?”

  “Yes,” she closes her eyes and replies quietly.

  “Good girl. Now, up on your knees and spread your knees shoulder width apart.”

  Once again she complies without question or hesitation and soon her perky ass is up where it can be admired properly. “Mmmm, mmm, mmm. Very nice. Thank you, Lex.”

  Rocking back on my heels I stand and walk to another room, momentarily leaving her alone. I grab a blindfold and a small box from my nightstand before I take off my shirt, tossing it onto my bed to be dealt with another day. Turning back, I see one of the sexiest sights ever. My girl, kneeling while bound, waiting for me to return.

  Entering the room, I approach her from behind and position myself against her backside. Unbuttoning my pants, I can press myself into her with a little less pressure. Leaning over her, I tie the blindfold around her eyes and run my hands down her body.

  “How are your arms? Can you wiggle your fingers?”

  “It feels a little tight. This is hurting my shoulder.”

  “Time for a new position. No touching me unless I ask you to. Can you do that?”

  “Yes.”

  I undo the belt and massage the feeling back into her arms before helping her to her feet. Her eyes are still covered so she relies on me to guide her to her next p
osition. We walk to the plush carpet in the center of the room and I lay her down on her back. Binding her hands by the wrists with hemp rope, I raise her arms above her head and bend her knees just so I can fit between them.

  Dipping my head I bite her hip, and she lets out a whimper. I allow my tongue to lick the place I just nipped, dancing on her, causing her to take sharp intakes of air as I travel toward her wet pussy. My palm runs up her body, between her breasts and my fingers surround her neck. Pressing myself between her knees, my mouth finds her right breast as my fingers knead her left breast, pinching and squeezing rhythmically. I make sure to rub myself against her bare pussy every chance I get, causing her to press up into me and circle her hips.

  “You need to calm down, baby, or I won’t let you come tonight.” I growl into her ear before I bite down on her lobe. She inhales sharply and nods her head. I retrace my path back to my kneeling position between her legs and reach for the box.

  “I have another present for you. This one is going to be a LOT of fun.” I assure her as I take the glass toy out of the ice pack. Unhurriedly, I run it up her leg to the apex between her thighs. I’m careful not to insert it in her. Instead I trace the outside of her lips with it and keep a keen eye on her expressions.

  “Ahh, have you figured out your present?” I ask as I tease her labia and avoid her clit. Trailing the toy up over her hip, past her belly button, I circle her nipples with it and Lexi gasps. The cool glass causes her nipples to bead into tight little pellets and goose bumps raise in the wake of the toy.

  “Yes.”

  “Do you like it when we play with toys, Lexi?”

  “Yes,” she replies quietly.

  I follow the trail once again to her pussy and press it onto her clit. Instantly she moans and pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth. Removing my rock hard cock from my jeans, I drive into her as I continue to circle her nub with the toy. It takes a very short amount of time before her walls begin to massage my shaft and she’s screaming out my name.

  I set the dildo aside and lift her knees with my elbows and pound into her harder and faster than before. Her tits bounce feverishly on display in front of me as I thrust with everything I’ve got. Finally, my balls tighten and I call out as I come violently and collapse on top of her.

  The sun comes up too early and I squint to look at the clock. I don’t know how long she’s been awake for. We lay together on the big fluffy pillow in the room. Lexi’s head resting on my chest and her hand is idly tracing my tattoo. Mindlessly, I brush my fingertips over her back between her shoulder blades. I can feel her heart racing and she is sighing contentedly.

  “You okay?” I ask, wanting to ensure I didn’t fuck anything up for her – for us.

  Shifting her weight, she brings both hands under her chin on my chest and smiles at me. I reach out to brush her just fucked hair out of her eyes. “I’m perfect,” she confirms and leans into my hand that is now cupping the side of her face.

  “Pretty damn close.”

  Shaking her head at me, she bites the inside of her cheek and leans in to press a kiss to my lips. I take the opportunity to flip her on her back and pin her arms near her head playfully. I kiss her back with open lips, plunging my tongue deep between her lips. Pulling back I take a breath and decide it’s time to ask.

  “Come on tour with me.”

  She coughs on her saliva and blinks a few times. “I’m sorry, did you say to come on tour with you? Did I fucking hear that right?”

  “You did.” I assure her and sit up, releasing her hands. Lexi follows my lead and sits beside me, leaning back on one arm. “I want you to come do the European tour with us.”

  “For the whole three months? That’s a long time, Des. I can’t leave my grandmother for that long, she still needs me.” Lexi stands and walks toward the window. Hugging herself with one hand, she pulls back the curtain with the other and looks outside.

  I stand and walk over to her. My hands run up and down her arms as if I was warming her up. I kiss her shoulder and pull her hair off to the side. “So you can’t come for three months. Can you come at all? Do you want to?”

  “I want to. I mean, I’ve never been anywhere but here. I could come for a couple of weeks but not tomorrow. I have arrangements to make. For work. For Grandma.”

  “How about you come to Dublin? That gives you about four weeks, think you could pull that off?”

  “I do! I really think I could!” She turns around and her smile is so big. “I think I can, I have vacation time and I can prepare Grandma for it. But I could only be gone for like ten days.”

  My smile swallows up my entire face. “Ten days works perfect, and then in a couple of weeks or so you can come again.”

  “I’d like that,” she whispers.

  “Me too,” I whisper back before scooping her up in my arms and rushing to the bathroom to take a shower. Turning the tap on, I set the right temperature and help her in before stepping into the bath myself. With the warm water spraying over us, she pushes her hair back and blinks up at me with wet lashes. Dropping to her knees, the water beads down her face as she opens her lips and wraps them around my stiff cock. I hold her head with both hands as I fuck her mouth.

  The water runs cold before we are finished playing with each other. Teeth chattering, we climb out and wrap ourselves in big fluffy towels before running back to the living room and laying on the big fluffy pillow with a warm blanket.

  “So what time is your flight tomorrow?” she asks suddenly looking sad.

  “First thing in the morning. We have to be at the airport at seven I think.”

  “Oh.”

  “Yeah.” I agree. Oh just covers it all and doesn’t need anything else to accompany it.

  “Am I driving you? I can if you want.”

  “That would be great.”

  We fall into silence. No words. No sex. Just us, and I don’t want it to end.

  Hours later, the car is parked in the passenger drop off zone at the airport. We’re both turned to face each other with our fingers braided together. I have no clue what the fuck is going on but damn this is fucking painful. I don’t want to leave her and travel across the globe. I might even miss her while I’m gone. Travelers rush past us trying to catch a cab or rush to their check in, all part of their own worry. No one aware of what we are going through in this vehicle right now.

  “You’ve gotta go, Des,” she states quietly, unwilling to let go of my hand.

  “I know.” I take a deep breath and sigh. “Yeah, okay. So I’ll call you when I land.”

  “Sounds good.”

  I kiss her cheek and pull the handle on the car door. Turning to get out, she stops me with her hand. “Des, I don’t fucking love you.” Her eyes are glassy and her chin is quivering.

  I brush her cheek with my thumb and pull her mouth to mine. Kissing her like it’s the last time I will ever kiss her. Giving her something to remember me by. When I pull away, I open my eyes and look into hers. “I don’t fucking love you either, Lex.”

  With a smile and a heavy heart, I climb out of the car and head straight to the back to grab my luggage. I raise my hand in a wave and turn back toward the airport, not looking back. I’m hoping she just drives away and goes to Siannon.

  Checking my bags, I am escorted to the gate to wait for our flight. Landyn is already there waiting for me, and he’s smiling. This is the first genuine smile I have seen in months on my cousin’s face.

  “What the fuck is up with you?” I call out before I sit on the bench beside him.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I MEAN why are you so fucking chipper?” I ask again, laughing this time. This is comical. He’s drinking some fucking whipped cream fru fru drink, and he’s smiling. If I didn’t know better, I would think he got laid last night.

  “Siannon.” He licks some of the whip from the cup and places it on the table beside him, wiping his hands with a napkin from the coffee shop. “I went to see her, and she took me bac
k! We have a ton of shit to work out, but we will.” He picks the coffee back up and takes another sip. “She’s coming to meet us in London in a couple of weeks.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” This is hilarious. I laugh and scrub my chin with my hand. “Lexi is going to come and meet us in Dublin.” I slap my leg and prop my foot up on the opposite knee. “Holy fuck, Lan. We’re a couple of walking vaginas, bro.”

  This makes Landyn laugh and nod in agreement. “That we are, Des. That we fucking are.”

  From out of nowhere comes Micha’s laughter, and it’s close. Both Landyn and I look up towards the gate entrance and there stands Micha, shaking his head and laughing at us. “Aren’t you a couple of sorry muddafuckas?”

  Landyn and I both flip him off while he joins us in the chairs. The area is beginning to fill up and people are starting to recognize us. It’s too early and I really don’t want to deal with that shit, so instead I shove my ear phones in my ears and listen to music. Micha and Landyn continue having a very animated conversation, but I stay in my head with Lexi.

  What. The. Fuck.

  Chapter 15

  “FUCK!” I yell. I lost my beat again and can’t keep the rhythm. This song is a pain in the ass and I’m really not into it right now. “Landyn! Fuck! Can you please pick a fucking tempo? You change it every fucking time you sing it!” I throw my sticks to the ground and stand up quickly, tipping my stool in the process. I grab my head with both of my hands and pace the floor.

  “Des, calm the fuck down,” Landyn calls to me from the sound booth. “This is the last song, Des. THE LAST FUCKING SONG. Then we’re done! A couple of days, then Wembley. Fucking WEMBLEY STADIUM!!!”

  “We’ve been working on this last fucking song for three days, Landyn! THREE FUCKING DAYS!” I pick up my stool and sit back down in a huff. “Can we pick a fuckin’ tempo?!” I’m beyond frustrated. Tim is trying to convince Landyn to sing it in a fast tempo. Landyn originally approached us with a slower, sexier tempo. “Lan, this song is sexy as fuck, tantric is better,” I call out and place the ear piece back in.