Exposed: An Anthology

by Brooke Cumberland

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  After exploring each other’s bodies for what seemed like hours, we wrapped ourselves up together and fell in a deep relaxing sleep. We were emotionally, physically and pleasurably spent. In all my twenty-eight years of life, I had never experienced what I just shared with Jesika. Looking back on my life I now know that what I had with Victoria wasn’t even close to being love. Being in lust was more like it. I had never known this level of love that me and Jes now share ever existed.

  She has changed me in a way that I cannot explain. She has made me realize that sometimes things happen for a reason and not to push you back in life, but to move you forward to where you’re truly meant to be. The pain that you endure for that time doesn’t allow your mind to wrap around the idea of the bigger picture that life has in store for you.

  Lying in bed with this sudden revelation, I feel Jesika stirring in my arms. I will never get use to this feeling. To falling asleep and waking up in each other’s arms. Best damn feeling ever. I start lightly kissing her bare shoulder. With eyes still closed, a smile starts to spread across her face.

  “How are you feeling sleeping beauty?” She can’t contain the happiness written all over her face as she rolls over to face me.

  “I feel amazing Derek and not just because we spent the last day and a half making mind blowing love.” She grabs my hand placing it on her bare breast over her heart. “It’s because of what I feel in here. What I feel for you, I’ve never felt it before ever. It’s overwhelming how great it feels. I never want this feeling to end, and I know it never will, because you’re mine.” Then she kisses me.

  “And you’re mine too, Jes. Forever.” I grab her face and kiss her forehead before I hear my stomach growl. She starts giggling. “I’m glad to see that you do have an appetite for something else besides just me,” she says through her giggles as she starts to tickle me. Hmmm, a naked tickle fest could be real damn fun.

  “Don’t start something you can’t finish,” I say as I roll on my back flipping her on top of me.

  “Oh baby I always finish what I start.”

  She bends over just enough for me to caress each breast in my hands while bringing my mouth up to her nipples and teasing them with my tongue. I lose my grip as she slowly pulls away my mouth that is now taken captive by hers. I love the way she moves her tongue with mine. I’m instantly reminded of the same way she moves it against my cock. As if feeling my cock beckoning her, she starts rubbing her hot center against my hardness. Her hands are in my hair.

  My hands are everywhere. They can’t stay still. I can’t get enough of this woman. They roam up and down her sides. Up and down her back. Between us, filling them with her perfect sized breasts and lightly pinching her nipples between my fingertips which haves her gasping in my mouth. When my hands find their way to her ass it’s so hard to keep from lifting her just enough so I can slide into her. It’s so damn hard, but I try to keep them from heading south. This is all her. I’m letting her lead this.

  The way she’s moving her hips is intense. She’s moving faster and she’s holding her breath like she does before she’s about to get off. I love that about her. I love that she isn’t one of those loud girls that I have to know her and her body so intimately to know what she feels. Her head is buried in my shoulder and I have now joined in the hip action. With one arm wrapped around her back holding her to my chest and the other holding her head I whisper in her ear, “Come for me baby.”

  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.

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  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. The 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 b
est 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.