As if she was waiting for my permission, she lets herself go on me. She moves her head up so now her forehead is pressed against mine.
Looking deep into my eyes she whispers, “I love you Derek.” Before I can even speak she’s grabbing my cock and slowly easing her still throbbing pussy onto it.
“Fuck Jes”…I can’t think.
“You feel so unbelievable.” She bends over so that we are face to face, again while lifting herself up and down slowly.
“No baby. It’s you in me that feels so fucking good,” she pants out. And with that there is no more holding back. I grab her hips and pull her down. Hard and deep. I want to make sure I fill every inch of her up.
“Ahhhh,” those little noises of hers that do manage to escape are going to have me blowing my load in no time. Even though we’ve had a shit load of the sex the last twenty-four hours, I can’t even control it. Usually the more sex you have, the longer you last each time. Not the more sex you have in your lifetime, but like during a weekend sexcapade. Like you’re working your dick so much it doesn’t have anything else to give until finally you go.
She raises herself up and closes her eyes as she rides me. I keep my hands steady on her hips just watching the way her body responds to mine. Biting her lip as her one hand works its way down her chest to where our bodies are connected, she starts touching herself, searching for her release knowing that in any minute I’m a goner.
She opens her eyes to see my reaction to her pleasuring herself and now moving her other hand to play with her breasts.
“Jesika.”
I’m so close, it’s almost uncontrollable on my part. I’m trying really fucking hard to hold back and allow her to hold the reigns of my release. Sensing how close I am to bursting, she intensifies getting herself off while moving up and down on me faster. My hands take on a mind of their own and start working her hips. Up and down.
Faster…harder…faster…harder…deeper. She is now bent back over me with her hands on each side of my head.
Our bodies are so damn sweaty and sliding up and down each other with ease. There are no words for what she does to me. The way she makes me feel is unexplainable. I’m pinned by a pair of olive green eyes filled to the brim with life and love. Love and a life she is willing to share with me.
“Come in me baby.”
Those sweet simple words are all it takes for me to release everything I have into her. I feel her insides tighten around me as if it wants to make sure to receive every single drop of me that it she could.
She’s collapses on top of me as we both let our breathing slowly return to normal. We aren’t in a hurry to break this connection between us. My cock is still in her and the way our sweaty bodies are being held together feels as if we are melting into each other. Maybe it’s our souls being blended together as one. I’ve always felt as if my soul reached out for her from day one. It had to be something beyond just my attraction for her.
Hell, there were a lot of girls that I was attracted to, but damn if there wasn’t something about Jesika that I could just never shake. Now I truly believe it has always been out of my control. That everything just had to fall into place for it to happen and if I would have tried speeding it up, it would have never worked. We would still be going about our life, lost. Lost without each other. Bringing my mind back from those thoughts that I’m so thankful I will never have to experience, it is now Jesika’s stomach growling.
“Hmm, I guess you worked up an appetite precious. Didn’t your momma ever tell you not to eat your dessert before your dinner.”
She raises herself up, not losing the connection we still share, “If I could live off of your dessert alone, I would die a happy woman.”
I link our hands together between us I stare at our hands. “Knowing that you belong to me, I can die a very happy man, but enough about the dying shenanigans because I plan on living out the most amazing life with you. I’ve waited long enough to be with you and for you to be mine. So since all my dreams have now come true, get your fine ass dressed so we can go get something to eat.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Jesika
Agreeing with Derek that we should shower separately or we wouldn’t make it out of this house, I close the bathroom door and turn the water on. Even though I’m starving, I take my time washing away the sweat and smell of sex that’s lingering all over my body. I can definitely get use to the constant high my body has been feeling since being pressed against the wall outside of the bar last night. Derek has the most amazing effect over my mind and body. Over my soul. He has been my missing link.
The way I feel about him, have felt about him all along, I’ve never felt for anyone before. Shit I accepted his proposal when there is so much that I still don’t even know about him. Who does that? Who proclaims their love, spends a full day of constant love making, and says ‘yes’ to a man who she hasn’t even heard a word from for the last month? Me, that’s who! Do I regret the spontaneous actions that have over taken my mind and body since last night? Hell no!
Derek said we’d talk today, and I know no matter what he has to say, it won’t change how I feel. I’m confident we can get through anything. We’re now a team and I plan on being by his side through all the ups and downs. I have a good feeling most of what he has to say has to deal with Victoria. I’m not a hater, but I fucking hate that bitch. I have no clue what took place the night I left him at the concert with her skanky ass. I have a feeling that him staying quiet the past month has her trampy lipstick written all over it.
I towel dry my hair and body, grab my blow dryer and walk out into my room naked. If I wasn’t just freshly clean I would have ran and jumped on the goddess looking man who is still laying on my bed…naked. I make my way over to the bed wanting to check out his sexy tattoo he has on his left side right under his rib cage.
“Damn, Derek. I didn’t think you could be any hotter and then I see this.” I say as I trace the letters. ‘Sometimes you have to take a step back to move forward.’ I read his tattoo out loud as I’m tracing it.
“I heard someone say it on some television show a few years ago.” He shrugs his shoulders, “It just seemed really fitting. That’s when I really took a good look at my life and decided I couldn’t let the shit from my past and the shit that was bringing me down keep controlling where I was heading. That’s when I decided I wanted to do something meaningful with my life and became a firefighter. So, to never let me forget where I have been and where I’m going, I got it on me permanently. It was my first tattoo.”
I’m fascinated that he has such a meaningful tattoo. Not sure why. Everything Derek does is full of passion and purpose.
“Wow. I love it Derek. I love the meaning behind it. I’ve always wanted a tattoo on my side like that, but Jake thought it was a stupid idea, so I never got one.” I had actually forgot all about that until seeing Derek’s tattoo.
“If I even find something that just speaks to me like this one did to you, I’m doing it. And you’re going to take me.” He stands up and kisses me telling me he’ll do anything I want. I smile because I know it’s true. He’s just as whipped as I am.
Thirty minutes later we are finally dressed and heading out the door. He leads me around his truck to open my door and help me in. “You seriously haven’t cleaned that bird shit off your back window yet? I’m not sure I can handle having a ‘house divided’ since I’m an OU girl.” He just laughs at me.
“That OSU doesn’t represent Oklahoma State babe. I played baseball for Ohio.” Yep, there’s a lot about Derek that I’m completely clueless about, but I’m so excited to get to know everything there is to know about this amazing man. This man I’m head over heels in love with. This man who is now my fiancé. Shit I’m engaged.
He takes us to a little hole in the wall diner that I’ve only seen and never ate at. The waitress takes us to a secluded booth per Derek’s request. I’m almost nervous knowing that he plans on starting our ‘big talk’ here. T
he place is old. Checkered black and white tile. Old school booths that have holes in the cushions with the padding peeking out in spots. Old records and pictures of Elvis, Marilyn Monroe and Route 66 memorabilia are scattered on the walls. We tell our waitress our drink order and I ask Derek what he recommends while looking over the menu.
“The hamburger basket with everything on it and onion rings instead of fries…and of course an order of pickle-o’s.”
“What are pickle-o’s?”
“You being an Okie girl have no clue what pickle-o’s are?” I shake my head no.
“They are fried pickle slices. Also known as a little slice of heaven.” I just laugh.
“So do I need to order my own, or do you think you’ll be able to share your love of pickle-o’s with me.”
“I plan on sharing my whole life with you Jesika. Pickle-o’s included,” he says as the waitress returns.
She leaves with our order as Derek’s hands reach for mine. He grabs my hands in his, resting them in the middle of the table. Letting out a heavy sigh he says, “Emma isn’t my daughter.” I want to talk, but I can’t. I mean I knew that Victoria said Jake and her had a kid, but I never found out the details. Then I remember wanting to rush back in and tell Derek what she had told me. I start shaking my head because right now all I want to do is apologize for keeping what I had found out from him but he stops me.
“Just listen to everything I have to say first. I knew before Vicky showed back up in town that Emma wasn’t mine. She didn’t know I knew. Which has ended up benefiting me. This all goes back to when Emma was four. She was in a bad car wreck with my mom and had lost a lot of blood and she had kidney damage. The nurses wanted to have me checked for blood type, possible kidney match and any other test that could be useful in case anything went wrong due to Emma’s injuries, they’d be more prepared. That was all fine and dandy except when they got the results back there was a problem. Nothing matched. I wasn’t a possible donor and we didn’t have the same blood type. I know that means nothing because it’s not the same as DNA, but when Seth’s blood type ended up being a perfect match, I started having doubts about Emma really being mine. It also made me have doubts that Seth and I were full blood or brothers at all, but that’s another story.” He stops long enough to take a drink of his coke.
“After months of going crazy from just not knowing the truth, I ended up ordering one of those do it yourself DNA tests. The kind where you simply swab the insides of your mouths, send it in and then a month later BAM they send you the results. I received the results in an envelope that I wasn’t her father, but that our DNA was close enough that I had to still be related to her. Knowing I only had one brother that left me with Seth. Of course he denied it, saying he would have never done that to me, and how you can’t trust those tests. So, I took his word and brushed it off because no matter what I knew I’d never stop being Emma’s dad even if it wasn’t by blood.”
His talk is interrupted by my phone ringing. Telling him I’m sorry I search through my purse to silence the damn thing. Noticing its Mallory, I hit ignore. “If I answer her call, I won’t get the girl to shut up. So, I’m just going to text her real quick saying I’ll call her later.”
Me: Hey Mal! Eating dinner with Derek right now. Having a crazy deep convo. I’ll call you back later. Love you!
Mallory: She’s alive!! I was beginning to worry about you hun! Pretty sure I know what the talk is about. Just call me when you can. Love ya back!
Derek tells me how he never really got any info out of her. All she had mentioned to him was stopping by my house to see Jake because they had been friends. She never told him that he was supposedly Emma’s dad. Which could be a lie for all we know. He never mentioned to her that he’s not the dad either because of what she might decide to do knowing Derek couldn’t keep Emma away from her legally. All he gathered was that she had been paid off to take off after having the baby, and just assumed it was Jake trying to preserve our marriage. Apparently her funds had ran out, which would explain her pit stop at my house in search of Jake if Derek’s theory is correct. He says her drug habit is out of control and she’ll go to any extreme to get her next fix. Finding out Jake was dead must have put a halt to her original plan until an old drug dealer she use to run with in town mentioned Derek’s big show that night. Handing out a few favors had scored her a backstage pass to wait for him once he was done playing.
He tells me all this between us scarfing down the best damn hamburger I have ever had. And pickle-o’s. Oh my god. I’m sold. They are the best damn thing since sliced bread. He gives me an amused look as I snatch the last one and drench it in ranch.
“What? They’re good.” I say as I throw it in my mouth.
“Oh, I told you how good they are. I’m just enjoying watching you eat them all.” He reaches across the table and swipes his thumb across my lip taking the dribble of ranch that had missed my mouth with it. He pays for our food and asks me if I would mind going with him to Granny’s Nook to finish our conversation.
“Of course. I really love it out there. I can see why you’re grandma loved it so much and you still do.” He wraps his arm around me bringing us closer together as we walk around the corner to where he parked.
“I’m glad you like it out there because that’s something else we’ll need to talk about when we get there.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Derek
The ride was almost unbearably quiet. Almost. I know we both have a lot on our mind and we are trying to work stuff out in our heads. Trying to make sense of a lot of bull shit that’s fully unraveling right in front of our eyes. For me it’s all this stuff I’ve been keeping from Jesika. Not because I wanted to hide it from her, but because I didn’t know how to approach any of it. There has just been so much left unsaid between us, that it was starting to get easier to not to bring any of it up, especially not knowing exactly how Jes would take it. But on top of keeping things hidden also comes the burden it causes you to feel as well.
I don’t use the excuse that I was brought up around lies and secrets as to why I have kept quiet for so long. But sometimes you just have to guard certain truths before you can release them. There is so much riding on what I’m going to tell Jesika. The main thing being Emma’s well-being. I’ll do anything for her, and I hope Jesika has my back with what I’m about to tell her since she has a major role in the part as well. The more Seth has nagged our “dad” and even mom about our circumstances growing up, the more he believes that him and Jake are actually somehow related. This situation just seems like it’s the fucking circle of life. Good ole pops told Seth, that I was without a shadow of a doubt his, lucky me, but Seth he was never sure about. Mom told him that he was, but I’m starting to think our mother kept quiet about a lot of stuff, only telling us things on a need to know basis. Apparently who Seth’s real dad is wasn’t need to know. It was more of a for me to know and you to find out… and that’s exactly what his detective ass has been doing. If he would have went to school for anything, that should have been it. Or a freaking lawyer. He can debate his way out of a paper bag. He’s very convincing. Just ask the ladies. They’ll back me on that one. I can’t help to think about this past month Jes and I have been apart. How the most amazing experience of my life, being on a real stage in front of thousands of fans, was also one of the worst times of my life because of the circumstances clouding it.
You know I’d be a flat out dumbass and liar to say that after going on the road I’m now cured from the rock and roll dreams I had. Because in all reality, that little slice of life only pumped me up even more for the idea of it coming into fulfillment. Just that little taste of being in such a hyped up atmosphere teased at the inner part of me that I have kept tucked away so long ago.
But knowing this is where my heart is, I’m more than content to live this life here and continue on with my firefighter calling. The thought of saving lives is just as much of an adrenaline rush as being on stage in front of thous
ands of screaming fans. I’m thankful for that short time I had on that platform. I’ll never forget the way it felt. You feel completely numb and alive all at the same time. Sounds impossible huh? But just think about it. Every single strum of the guitar, pluck of the bass, and beat of the snare is continuously pulsating through your body. Your soul is alive, leaving your senses on high alert, but your actual body is numb due to the intense musical wavelengths etching their way through you. It has to be the most amazing high ever, which makes me wonder why so many musicians even feel the need to take part in the illegal shit. All that does is tears apart everything good in your life or it kills you.
If I wasn’t a firefighter though, Jesika might not even be alive today. That thought alone helps me push aside my rock and roll blues and know that no matter what, I’m right where I need to be. I’m not saying that I’m the only reason she’s alive. Like I’m some hero or some shit, but I really did save her life that night. Another minute later and her car would have blown up. Maybe someone else would have reacted the same way, hell that’s what we’re trained to do, but I know the only reason I took quicker action than normal is because I knew who could be in that car, and I didn’t have any time to waste. And with all logic out the window, I didn’t hesitate to bolt as fast as I could to her.
My mind wanders farther back to when Jesika finally opened up to me about Jake. I mean told me the most basic details of her deceased husband. It was right before Christmas and we had both decided that we weren’t going to buy each other presents since we’d only been together a few months, and making sure the kids were happy was what was important.
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