Between the Sheets

by Bella Emy

  “Honey, there’s no need to fib.”

  Wait, what? What is she talking about, and how the hell does she know I’m lying… about anything?

  “What are you talking about, Mom?” I’m so lost. How can she know?

  She chuckles. “I know you’re in love with Lauren’s brother, Derek. I don’t know why you think your dear old mama is blind. I’ve known it ever since I first saw you around him when you were just fourteen. And you know what, he loves you, too.”

  Okay, now I know she’s gone cuckoo. I am not in love with Derek Mykels. That would be setting myself up for failure. Total and utter failure. And a disaster at that.

  “Mom, I think you’ve lost your mind. I do not love Derek, and he certainly doesn’t love me. He’s with a new girl almost daily,” I say, looking away. I can’t look her in the eyes talking about Derek and his promiscuous sex life. Well, his old life… I know he’s kept his promise to me, and his one-night stands with different women stopped once he got with me.

  “You kids are not fooling me. And don’t let his parading around a new girl every time fool you, either, Ellie. Derek Mykels is just doing that to throw you off. He doesn’t know you love him, as you don’t know he loves you, too. He doesn’t think he’s got a shot with you. Derek won’t settle down with anyone else because he really just wants to be with you. C’mon, Ellie. I taught you better than this.”

  What the actual fuck? What has just happened, and who is this woman I’m sitting beside?

  Mom picks her cup back up and takes a sip. I lean back further into the swing and think about what she’s just said.

  I don’t love Derek Mykels. That’s absurd. Sure, he’s fucking hot as hell, and I love how he fucks me, places his lips on me, runs his hands all down my body, and makes my heart skip a beat just thinking about him. To be honest, thoughts of him consume my day. There isn’t a moment that goes by when he’s not on my mind. And it’s not all naughty stuff. His smile, his voice, his arms wrapped around me in the middle of the night as we fall asleep together… all that stuff’s innocent. I love being around him. I love sharing about my day with him after we’re done, and we continue lying in bed naked together. Just talking. Just being with one another and…

  Oh my God.

  My mother is right.

  I am in love with Derek Mykels.

  How the fuck did this happen? Shit. I’m screwed. How am I going to say goodbye to him when he’s done sleeping with me for the last and final time? This agreement of ours to just sleep together wasn’t such a good idea. I’m going to end up with another broken heart. But how can I pull away from him now? It’s like I need him. I crave him. I can’t let him go. What am I going to do?

  “Eloise…”

  I turn around to face my mother again. I can feel my eyes watering up, like I’m finally understanding the gravity of the situation I’m in. “Hmm?”

  “Oh, sweetheart. Come here.” Mom opens her arms and I lean my head on her shoulder, allowing her to comfort me.

  Fuck. I’m supposed to be here for her right now. Instead, she’s taking care of me, being the wonderful mother that she is and has always been.

  “Mom,” I sniffle, nudging closer into her embrace.

  She pats my head and massages my hair. “Shhh. I know, my darling. I know where your heart is and what it wants. But I also understand you’re afraid. Shaun broke your heart, and you don’t want to go through that a second time. I know you fear Derek is going to break your heart because he’s not the relationship type.”

  Wow. Talk about mothers always knowing best. She hit the nail right on the head. I want to be with Derek, of course, but he is not one to settle down… at least not yet. Never once has he mentioned or even hinted that he is interested in being serious with anyone, let alone me.

  She runs her hand down my back, and I let out a deep breath. I don’t interrupt her once. I need her words, her wisdom.

  “I know Derek may not seem like he’s the type to want to ever settle down, but I’ve known that boy for a long time, and trust me when I tell you what he feels for you is real. I can just sense it. Whenever he’s around you, it’s like all he sees is you. I know you’re afraid he’s going to be the one to break your heart all over again, but you cannot live in fear. If you do that and hold back, you will never truly be happy. Listen to your mama when she tells you that you need to go for it and grab life by the horns. And by it, I mean Derek. Grab him by the shoulders and plant a big one on him.”

  Oh, geez. I want to giggle.

  “Life is so short, sweetie. I just want to see you happy.”

  I let out another deep breath and look up at my mother. “I know, Mom. Thank you.”

  She places a kiss on my forehead and smiles. “You’re welcome, my sweet girl.”

  “You sure you’re going to be okay, Mom?”

  I’m buckled up and in my car, looking at her through my opened window. I’m ready to make the long trip back home. It’s been three days, and I can’t wait to see Derek tonight. It’s sort of fucking perfect because it’s just our luck that Lauren and Kev are taking a trip up north to check out some wedding venues. They’re checking out some spots about three hours from where we live, so they’re planning on spending the next two days away. I can’t get home fast enough.

  Still, I’m worried about my mother. I know she keeps insisting that she’s going to be all right, but I can’t help worrying about her. I hate that she’s here all by herself.

  She pats my door right where the window is and says, “Eloise, I’m fine. You just take care of yourself and keep my words in mind.” She raises an eyebrow. “Remember what I said, hmm?”

  I nod my head looking into her sweet face. “Yes, Mom. I remember. I promise I’ll be okay.”

  She leans down and pokes her head in to kiss me on the cheek. “Good. Now get going and drive carefully. Call or text me when you get in, please?”

  “Of course, Mom. I love you.”

  “I love you, too, sweetheart. Tell everyone I said hello.” She winks. Obviously, everyone means Derek.

  22

  Ellie

  “Tomorrow, bridesmaids’ dress shopping!” Lauren exclaims, holding Kevin’s hand. He had come to pick her up so that they could go ring shopping for their wedding bands.

  “Bridesmaids’ dress shopping,” I repeat, nodding, as Kev and I smile at one another. My best friend is on a roll. She almost has everything checked off. Come August, she’s going to have the most amazing wedding.

  “I saw these gorgeous ones in the bridal magazine. They’re a pretty teal-tone… I think you’ll look fabulous in it, Ellie!” she exclaims.

  I smile at her.

  “Come on, baby. We’ve got to get going,” Kev says, pulling her toward the door.

  “Okay,” she responds, then looking at me, says, “Ellie, did you get a chance to look over the pics of favors I emailed you?”

  “Yes, my bestie. I’ve got everything under control, and I’ll let you know which ones I like the most. Now, go on. Get out of here before your fiancé loses his head over all this wedding talk,” I say.

  “He’s used to it,” she adds, gently pinching his nose, smiling. “I love you, baby.”

  Kev chuckles. “I love you, too, sweetheart.”

  I playfully roll my eyes. “Alright, you two love birds. Get going.”

  “Bye, Ells,” Lauren says.

  “See you soon, Ellie,” Kevin adds.

  “Bye, crazies,” I bid them goodbye and lock the door behind them.

  I run into the living room and sneakily lift one of the blinds just a crack so that I can see them leaving the building. I wait until they finally appear and head toward Kevin’s car parked across the street. I look around, but thankfully, he is not waiting right outside the building so they don’t see him. He’s one smart cookie.

  Kevin opens Lauren’s door, and she gets in. Once he is behind the wheel and starts pulling off on the road, I pull out my phone from my back pocket.

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p; I scroll through my call list and hit send once I see his name. He picks up almost instantly.

  “Damn, baby. I thought they were never going to leave.”

  I giggle. “Yeah, it was almost impossible to get your sister out of here. She started talking about going bridesmaids’ dress shopping tomorrow, and then asking if I had a chance to check out the favor pics she sent me.” I push away from the window and sit on one of the couches in the room. I can’t wait for Derek to get back into the apartment.

  He had pretended to go into work about twenty minutes ago, but he was really just sitting in his car, parked two blocks away.

  “All this wedding talk is making me crazy. I just need you to send me into sweet oblivion. How long ‘til you come upstairs?”

  It’s at that very moment that I hear the rattling of the doorknob.

  “I’m already here, babe,” he says into the phone.

  I lift my head up just in time to see him walking through the door as my dark brown eyes meet his seductive stare. He pulls off his jacket, throwing it onto the coatrack. Never once do his eyes leave me.

  “Derek,” I whisper. I drop my phone down onto the couch before pushing up onto my feet to stand up and walk toward him.

  He closes the door behind him, locking it, and I rush his way. He turns around, and I jump into his arms, immediately crashing my lips into his.

  It’s been eight days since we’ve last been intimate. Eight long and excruciating days since I’ve last tasted him. Lauren had been always home, bringing Kev to the apartment for dinner. And more than once he’d slept over. I didn’t want to sneak into D’s bed or have him sneak into mine like we’d typically do when only Lauren was here and we couldn’t wait to get our hands all over one another. Derek didn’t care, but I told him I didn’t feel comfortable. All we needed was them to catch us now when we were just four months away from their wedding. Kevin probably wouldn’t care. But Lauren? I can’t do that to her. This is her time, and I don’t want anything to upset her. This is her big moment. I’m not about to ruin it for my bestie, as much as I want her brother.

  “Mmm,” I moan into his mouth as his lips devour mine. God, I’ve missed him.

  “Oh, sweetheart. I’m so going to slap that beautiful pussy of yours, baby,” Derek states as he peels my shirt up over my head and carries me out of the living room and into his bedroom. My black bra is the next thing to go.

  “King D! I can’t wait, love. Fuck me, fuck me, baby,” I coo as he throws me down onto his bed, and in one swift movement, he pulls my pants and panties right off of me. He throws them to the floor, and my legs spread in front of him so he can see everything that’s waiting just for him.

  “Oh my God, Ellie! Look at that sweet pussy. Mmm, baby,” he says bringing his hand down onto it and begins fingering me. He leans down and his mouth goes right for one of my nipples.

  “Derek! Oh, D! Oh my God…”

  His fingers move faster and faster still, rubbing in a circular motion and then entering me, shoving in and out of my opening. His tongue flicks back and forth over my erect nub, and I instinctively bring a hand up to pinch my other nipple hard. I’m so freaking horny right now.

  He pulls his mouth away and says, “You’re so fucking wet and so fucking tight, sweetheart. Cum, baby. Cum for me.” His tongue whips over my nipple once more, and I feel like my orgasm is right at the edge.

  “Baby, I… I…” I don’t know how much more I can take. At the rate he’s going, I’m going to turn to putty in his hands–literally–in less than two seconds. “I’m cumming, D… I’m gonna cuuuuuum!”

  I explode on his fingers and my body jerks as I ride the waves and electric currents he causes in me. Fuck, he’s so damn good.

  He brings his fingers laced with my juices up to my lips, and I whip my tongue out to taste myself. Only with Derek would I ever do something like this. I always thought my own orgasm would be gross to taste, but when D does this to me, it’s so fucking sexy.

  His wry smile affirming he’s pleased makes me want him even more now. Damn this man is everything.

  “Baby, I want you to fuck me,” I whisper, as he leans back down to meet my lips with his.

  “Oh, you do, do you?” he asks playfully, quickly inserting two fingers back into my sex, taking me by surprise.

  “Ah, D,” I exclaim, gripping the sheets. “Please, please, please fuck me, baby. I need your cock in meeee….” God, he’s so good the way he fingers me.

  Suddenly, he pulls them out of me and grabs my hand, pulling me off the bed.

  “Wait, where are we going?” I ask, standing there completely in the nude.

  “You’ll see,” he says. He throws his shoes off, and in an instant, he lifts me up by my thighs, throwing me over his shoulder.

  “Ah! Derek!” I scream, giggling.

  He laughs, carrying me out of the room.

  We walk across the hall and he pushes the bathroom door open. Once he places me down, he leans against the sink and looks at me with the sexiest grin I have ever seen and licks his lips.

  Oh my God. This man. This perfect, perfect man that continues to want me and destroy my body with just one stare, let alone his touch.

  I move my hands to the bottom of his white cotton T-shirt and throw it over his head. His perfect torso laced with tattoos down the side is so sexy. He leans in and his lips crash into mine, kissing me so fervently that I can hardly take it. I want him fucking me right now.

  My hands move down to the button on his pants, and once they’re unbuttoned, I zip down his zipper. He helps me by pulling his jeans down, and I peel my lips away from his to kneel down before him.

  “Baby girl,” he whispers as I tug his boxers down, exposing his large, fully erect cock.

  I begin stroking it before taking it into my mouth, caressing it with my tongue. My hands are still guiding him in and out of my mouth, and his hands grab onto my head, gently helping me take him all in. One of my hands goes down to massage his balls as my mouth continues to pleasure him.

  “Eloise… baby.”

  His eyes are closed, and his head leans back. He’s obviously enjoying every minute of this, and I can’t wait ‘til he erupts down the back of my throat.

  He brings his head back up, and his gaze meets mine. I smirk. He bites his lip and then he pulls me up.

  “It’s on, baby girl. King D’s gonna destroy that pussy.”

  He pushes past me, turning on the shower water, and once the temperature is adjusted, he grabs my hand, and we step inside.

  The warm water pours over us as he once again meets me with a kiss. His tongue makes its way into my mouth, and mine finds his. I can feel his hard-on poking my stomach, and I want him so badly. I want to feel his dick rubbing against my pussy.

  Seconds later, he’s flipping me around and my hands slam up against the white ceramic shower tiles. The droplets of water feel so good against my body and heighten my excitement. We’ve never had sex in the shower before, but I have a feeling I’m not going to forget this experience anytime soon. He enters me from behind, and I want to explode as soon as his big cock pushes its way inside of me.

  “Oh, D! King D!”

  His hands grip onto my hips as he pounds me over and over again.

  “Cum, baby! Cum for the King,” he demands.

  “Yes, baby, yes!”

  I can feel my orgasm about to take over my body. “I’m about to cum, love, all over your dick, baby!”

  He grunts. “Yeah, sweetheart. Coat my cock with your sweet cum. I’m almost there, too… mmm….”

  “D! Deeeeeee!”

  “Cum, baby girl, cum!” he encourages me.

  Fuck, I’m flying, floating over the clouds. I reach my orgasm, and moments later, he’s letting go, too.

  After we fuck in the shower a second time, we actually wash up. Then we get dressed, or barely dressed, and wind up back in his bed. The night is calm and welcoming. I know sleep will soon come to the both of us.

  We don’t ha
ve sex again, we just lie in bed, talking. My head is on his chest, and his arm is drooped over me, caressing my bare back.

  Even though we’re not doing anything at all, I could lie like this with him next to me forever. The beating of his heart and his slow, relaxed breathing is my favorite sound.

  His fingers trace invisible patterns down the side of my arm, causing me to shiver every now and then. His touch is electrifying. My sex once again aches for the him to fill me all over again.

  Jesus, Kitty. Calm the fuck down. Enjoy the moment. Take it in, and just breathe.

  But this bitch doesn’t listen. She wants D’s cock inside of her.

  “Baby girl,” he whispers in my ear.

  “Huh?” I ask, coming out of my daze.

  “You’re amazing, do you know that?”

  Crap. He’s amazing. I want to tell him that I really feel more for him, but that will make things weird, won’t it? Like, hell-o, D! I love you! Fuck. I can’t go there. He’ll definitely not want to sleep with me ever again. I know he’s only in on this now because there are no strings attached, and we’re doing this behind everyone’s back. Lauren would never approve, anyway. Fuck, though. I wish he would love me back. I wish he would feel the same way about me. That’s wishful thinking, I know. But I can’t help it. And even though I know that most likely I’m going to end up getting hurt once we stop messing around and hooking up, I can’t pull away now and never feel his touch again.

  I need him.

  I need him to keep kissing me and placing his hands all over me.

  I need Derek Mykels, asshole, player, and all.

  I need him like the air I breathe.

  He takes a deep breath and pulls me even closer to him. Damn, his body feels like heaven next to mine.

  “I know I am,” I giggle, trying to pretend like I’m not at all fazed by him and all the perfection that is Derek Mykels.