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Derek

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by Dawn Martens


  She never talks about her parents. She has photos all over her house, even a few of me and her, but there are none that are old enough to be her parents. There are a couple of photographs of a woman that may have been old enough, but Rylie said that was her friend Gayle. It’s like Rylie’s entire past is one big secret. I want to ask so fucking bad, but I hold my tongue. I know one wrong move or one wrong word, and she will cut me out of her life. I’m not sure if I could ever get back in.

  I try to shake off the bad shit, and pull out the tickets she gave me. I laugh when I realize that she paid for our first official date. Rylie walks in, while I’m still laughing. “What’s so funny?” she asks, as she plops down on the other end of the sofa.

  “Nothing. Just thinking.” I can tell she is fixing to ask about what. So, I jump up and put a movie in. I don’t even pay attention to what I pick up. I sit back down and grab Rylie’s feet and pull them into my lap. As the movie starts, I hear Rylie snort. I look up and I picked fucking Titanic.

  “I thought you hated this movie?” she says and giggles.

  “I do.” I have hated this movie, since the first time my parents took me on cruise. They made me watch it the night before. I was so fucking afraid that I almost pissed my pants just getting on the ship. I am not watching this shit. I start to get up, but she uses her legs to push me down. I look over at her, and she is smiling and shaking her head.

  I sit back and pull her feet back into my lap. I hear her giggle again, and I cut my eyes to her. “You will pay for this. We’re watching It next.”

  Her eyes get really big. “You know I hate clowns.” I just smile and nod. Then, I look back at the stupid ass movie and try to think of ways to make Rylie piss her pants, while we are watching it.

  Chapter 17

  Rylie

  Derek and I end up eating pizza and watching movies all night.

  "It's getting pretty late. I better head home." Derek says through a yawn.

  We've also had a few beers. Not many, but I'm not sure that he should be driving. "Yeah, it is late. Why don't you just stay?" I ask him.

  He smiles and nods his head, stands up, and reaches down to grab my hand. He pulls me up and tugs me to my bedroom.

  "You could sleep on the couch?" I say as we walk into my room.

  He looks down and gives me a shit eating grin. "Hell no! I get invited to spend the night with a gorgeous woman, I'm sleeping in her bed."

  “Why are you doing this?”

  “What do you mean, babe?”

  I get on my arms and look at me. “I’m fucked up Derek. I freak out over a fucking smell!”

  “So? What’s your point?” He’s looking back at me trying to find the answers on his own.

  “I don’t know,” I sigh. “I think you deserve better than me.”

  Out of nowhere, Derek kisses me again. I love the feel of his lips on mine. There’s something different about this kiss. It’s slow and sweet. He brings his hand on my face and cradles it gently.

  “Stop talking that shit and relax with me babe.” He says against my lips.

  I pull away from him and lay back down. My body wants him. I feel wet but close my thighs so he doesn’t know how I am feeling.

  I go into the bathroom and change. When I come out, Derek is already in the bed with covers pulled up to his waist. I slide in, and start to lay on my side. But, Derek's grabs me around the middle and pulls me into him. We fall to sleep, spooning.

  I dream of sex for the first time years. It's not painful. There's no groping hands or drunken kisses. It's all pleasure. I wake up with Derek's leg between mine, and my panties are wet. His hands are making small circles, on my stomach, and I can feel his cock hard against my ass. I can't help myself; I grind into it and let out a quiet moan. Derek's body stills. Oh no! He's awake.

  We lay still for a moment. Then, he finally starts to move. His hand start to make a slow path to my panties. His hand slides into them, and his fingers find my entrance and two slide in. His thumb rubs over my clit, and I start to breath hard.

  "Roll over baby." He whispers in my ear.

  I do as he says, even though I'm scared of what's to come. It all feels good now, but I know the pain will start soon. Derek doesn’t climb onto me, like I expect. Instead he slides down the bed and crawls between my legs. He is kissing my inner thigh, then brings his face to my core, and pulls my panties aside. "Your pussy smells so good, baby."

  He starts to suck my clit, while his fingers go in and out of me. I can feel it building. When he twirls his fingers inside me, I go over the edge.

  By the time I come down from my orgasm, Derek is lying beside me. He pulls me into him, tugs one of my legs over him, and tucks me close to his side. I place my hand on his chest, and I can feel his heart pounding. His breathing is erratic, and I can feel his dick pulsating. "Aren't we going to have..." I try to ask about his needs, but I can't say the word.

  Derek squeezes me and I can feel him shake his head. "No baby, this was all about you." He takes a deep breath. "Let’s go back to sleep."

  I lay there for a while, wondering why he didn't want to have sex. I could tell he was turned on. Why didn't he just do it? My thoughts start to fade, and I fall back to sleep.

  ~***~

  Derek

  As soon as I feel Rylie's body go slack, I carefully slide from bed. I make my way to the hall bathroom and lock the door. I open the toilet and push down my pants. I wrap my hand around my cock and start to pump.

  Fuck, I wanted to sink into her pussy so damn bad. But, I knew she wasn't ready. She's still scared of intimacy. I probably shouldn’t have done what I did. But, I couldn't stop myself from tasting her.

  She is fucking exquisite. I could eat her all damn day. Just the thought of her taste, has me licking my lips. Savoring the last bit of her, left on my mouth. The taste of her drives me to pump faster.

  I think about the way she looked, while I was eating her. The vision of her coming around my fingers and mouth, pushes me over the edge. I shoot towards the toilet. I run my hand over the end of my cock and rub the remaining cum over my shaft. I make a few more slow strokes.

  I finally tuck my dick back in my boxers, wash my hands, and walk back to the bedroom. I get back into the bed and tuck Rylie back into my side. She instantly wraps her arms around me and sighs. Then, she throws one her legs over mine. Her thigh brushes my cock, and it goes hard again.

  I can't help but laugh. I'm like a fucking sixteen year old boy, when she's around. I bend my head and kiss the top of hers. Fuck, I'm in love with this woman.

  Chapter 18

  Rylie

  I wake up the next morning, still in Derek’s arms. I feel safer than I have ever felt in my life. I try lay as still as I can, wanting to keep the feeling as long as possible. I must have moved a little though, because Derek’s arms tighten around me.

  “I know you’re awake babe.” He says in a sleepy voice. I slowly raise my head and look him. His eyes are only partially open and he has a slight smile on his face.

  “Good morning.” I whisper. For some reason, I feel totally awkward. Even though, we are in my bed. I feel like I’m out of place. I try to pull away, but his pulls me down to him. He places a hand on the back of my head and pulls my lips to his.

  “Good morning, baby.” He says then kisses me softly. He pulls back and looks at the clock. It’s nearly eleven am. “We need to get ready. We got to be at Mum and Dad’s for lunch.”

  I jerk away and shake my head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not going to your Mum and Dads.”

  “Well, Mum called this morning. As soon as she found out where I was, she invited us to breakfast. I told her sure. So, you can call her and cancel if you want, let her know that she cooked for nothing.” He finishes with a smile.

  “Um, you do know last night changes nothing right?” I say hesitantly.

  He turns towards me, looking pissed. “The fuck it doesn’t. We both know everything fucking changed last ni
ght.”

  “Derek, I’m not ready.” I say quickly.

  “For fuck sake! Rylie, it’s been three fucking years. And last night proved you are more than fucking ready, or you would have stopped it, wouldn’t have started to ask about finishing me off, and not invited me to fucking stay.” Oh dear.

  I get out of bed and quickly get ready, ignoring the scorching glare I feel radiating from Derek. I finish getting dressed and notice he’s still standing there staring at me. “Please let’s not make this awkward.” I plead to him.

  “Not me making it that way, babe. That’s all you.”

  “Can we just move on from this, it happened, won’t happen again.”

  “Fuck!” he shouts.

  I back up instantly. Fearing what could happen next.

  “Rylie.” I hear him say, sounding upset. “I’d never fucking hurt you.” He says quietly.

  I feel him get close and wrap his arms around me. “I’ll give you what you want. For now. But Rylie, next time, I won’t let you get your fucking way.” Well, that’s something. I just hope I’m ready for him, next time.

  ~***~

  Derek

  It’s been nearly two weeks, since I stayed the night at Rylie’s. She is avoiding me and doing a damn good job of it. Sure, I still see her when I stop by her shop, but that’s it. She is avoiding my phone calls, ignoring my texts, and she is never home when I stop by.

  Three steps forward, five steps back. That’s how I fucking feel right now. Last night changed everything between Rylie and me. And she fucking knows it! When I watched her close down and start shaking after I shouted, my anger vanished. How could she possibly think I’d ever hurt her?

  It’s been three years since everything has gone down with that bastard ex. Thank fuck he’s dead. She’s still not over what happened to her. I’m gonna talk to Mum the first chance I get and see if she can talk to Rylie, maybe even get her in to see someone.

  One way or another, she is going to have to work through this shit. If not, she will never be able to move the fuck on. If she doesn’t, I won’t even get a chance. I deserve at least chance with her. I’m nothing like that fucker that hurt her. I need to figure out how to show her that.

  But, I have no idea how to do that if she is never around. I have got to find a way to be alone with her. I’ve got an idea, but I don’t know if it will work. There is only one way to find out. So, I pick up my phone and dial Melody’s number.

  “Hello.”

  I blow out a frustrated breath. “I need some help.”

  After talking with Mel for a bit, I go for another run to clear my head. I have music blasting in my ears, Don’t Ever Leave by Smile Empty Soul rings through my ears. I take Rylie’s shit because I want to. I want be here for her and show her I’m not like those other fucking guys. I’m different. Why can’t she just accept that and be happy?

  Chapter 19

  Rylie

  I’m out tonight, partying it up with my girl Melody. I didn’t want to come, but she wouldn’t shut up until I agree. I am on the dance floor, when I notice him. Derek. Watching me. I haven’t seen him since the other day, when I freaked out about what happened the night before.

  I look to Mel and shout. “Let’s get out of here.”

  She looks around, and I can tell when she see Derek, because her starts to smile. She looks back to me and shakes her head.

  That is when it clicks. She set this up. “You knew he was going to be here. Didn’t you?”

  She nods. “It’s time you face the facts. That man cares about you. No matter how scared your ass is, you care about him. So, deal with it.”

  I turn away from her and continue dancing. Every time Derek looks at me, I get all melty inside. I’m lost in the music, when I feel hands on my waist. “Keep dancing Rylie.” It’s Derek. His voice is deep and husky. I continue dancing with him, my back pressed into his front. I can feel his arousal. God. We haven’t been together since that night he gave me the best orgasm I’ve ever had. “Feel that Rylie? That’s me wanting you.” He murmurs into my ear. Without thinking, I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck and bring his mouth to mine.

  Derek is staring at me with such intensity that I start to shake. He is looking at me like he wants to take me home and keep me forever. I want him, but I just can’t do this. Not yet. No way!

  I jerk out of Derek’s arms and run to the door. I’m in a taxi and on the road, before Derek can even make it outside the club. I watch through the taxi’s window, as Derek walks outside. A part of me wants to turn around and run into his arms, but an even bigger part is glad that I ran away.

  I’m at home, getting ready for bed, when there is a knock on my door. When I open it, I come face to face with Derek. I go to ask him why he is here, but before I can he speaks up. “I’m done being patient. I’m done sitting by and not having you. I’ve given you enough time. You’re mine Rylie. Mine.” Then shoves himself inside and slams my door.

  “I’m not yours, Derek.” I say as I back up and away from him.

  “Yes, you are, and I’m going to show you.” He grabs me by the arms, then his mouth comes crashing down on mine. His hands go into my hair, and I can’t help but give in to this kiss. I move my hips into him and feel him hard against me. Fuck this feels so good. His hands make their way down to my ass and he squeezes it. I love it when he’s touching me all over. I let out a moan and deepen our kiss. I grab his hair and tug on it tightly.

  He slides his hand under my shirt and in one swift movement it’s gone. I didn’t wear a bra tonight, so my tits bounce free when the shirt is gone. “Fuck Rylie, so beautiful.” He says and takes my left nipple into his mouth. He pulls his head away and starts to pull down my yoga pants. Another surprise for him, considering I’m not wearing panties. I mean, who wants panty lines?

  Derek plays with my nipple with one hand and rubs my clit with his other. There’s so much pleasure and I feel myself ready to let go. The build-up is getting intense.

  “Oh my God! Yes Derek!”

  His mouth claims my nipple and starts sucking. Soft at first and then with more intensity. He rubs my clit faster and sticks two fingers in me. I’m so close. His sinfully playful fingers are like magic. I never felt this way before. Just as I’m about to come he stops. I’m about to fucking yell when he spreads my legs wide

  “Derek!” I protest.

  “Babe, I need in you.”

  Before I know it, I’m moaning. I don’t even care anymore. It’s suddenly go, go, go. I help him shuffle off his trousers, then he’s picking me up. My legs wrap around his waist and he’s carrying me down the hall and into my bedroom. He places me on my queen size bed, and then comes up over me. He stares into my eyes and with one hard thrust he is inside me.

  Oh god, this feels amazing. I start to close my eyes. “No, eyes open Rylie. Eyes on mine. The whole time.” He’s sweet, and gentle.

  My breathing quickens. “Harder, Derek.”

  “No, babe, slow. I’m making love to you, not fucking you.” Oh god.

  He’s thrusting slow, while kissing me. Staring into my eyes. This feels, amazing. I’m not sure what it is. Caleb never even was this way with me. “God you are so tight. It’s like a glove squeezing me.”

  “Derek.” I moan.

  “Let go, baby.” And I do. I’ve never felt like that before. Before I come down from my high, he’s thrusting harder, trying to get to his climax. And when he does, I just stare up at him, and watch.

  When it’s over we just lay there. His forehead touching mine. “This is the start of us. I’m not letting you go.”

  “Please get off me.” I whisper urgently. He senses the change, and quickly rolls to the side. I get up out of the bed, and run to the bathroom. I clean up. When I go back into my room, he’s still there. “You need to go.” I say not looking at him.

  “I’m not going anywhere Rylie. I gave you time. I would never hurt you. Ever. So understand this. You’re mine, and no, I’m not leaving.” Then he
’s out of the bed, picks me up and carries me back over. He lays me down, and crawls in beside me. Cuddling. I want to fight this, but I’m too tired, and end up just falling asleep.

  ~***~

  Caleb is kicking me. I try to crawl away, but he grabs me by hair. That is when I see the knife. I starts screaming and clawing at his arms, anything to get away. But, nothing works. I feel the knife slice through my skin, and my screams get louder.

  “Rylie! Baby, wake up. Please wake up, baby.”

  The words pull me from my nightmare. I struggle to breathe, and my hearts is pounding. I try to calm my breathing. It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream. I chant to myself.

  “Rylie. Open your eyes, baby. Let me know you’re okay.”

  I startle at the sound of his voice. I’d forgotten Derek was here. I guess he woke me up. I slowly open my eyes, and he is leaning over me, stroking my face. His eyes are full of pity, and that is the last thing I want.

  “I’m fine. Just a stupid dream. Go back to sleep.” I say as I try to roll away from him.

  Derek grabs me, and lays back down. He pulls me close to his side. Then he places my head on his chest. He’s quiet for a long time, but I know he’s not sleeping. His body is too tense.

  “We’re going to work on giving you some sweet dreams.” He whispers then kisses the top of my head.

  A tear runs down my cheek, but I don’t move. I just lay there and listen to his heartbeat. Its slowly puts me to sleep.

 

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