He licks and sucks on me, making me feel fireworks. He does it until I’m panting and moaning loudly. He stops before I come and kisses his way up my body. I can taste myself on him when he presses his lips against mine again. We kiss loudly, sucking on each other’s tongues, with our naked bodies pressed against one another, not getting enough of each other.
As we kiss, I allow myself to think for a second about how crazy this is. I am laying on bed with his naked self on top of me.
I’m about to have sex with Derek Collins.
While the thought is crazy because he’s a celebrity, it still feels so personal and private. He’s wanted by millions of people yet he’s here, with me, alone in his room about to do something that I know I’ll remember for the rest of my life.
Before I know it, I’m reaching for the condom in his hand. I pull it open then reach out and begin to put it on him. His hands cover mine and he grunts as we both slip it on him.
“Are you alright?” Derek asks softly as he hovers over me again. He places his hands on either side of me so I don’t feel his weight.
I look up at him and nod then I reach up and kiss his lips. “I need it now, Derek, please.”
He smiles against my lips. “And here I wanted to go slow.”
“No.” I protest. I need him to satisfy this ache between my legs or I might go crazy.
He kisses me as he lowers himself on me. Our chests are touching, along with all the other parts of our body. He kisses my neck and then his lips are on my ear. “Spread your legs open for me, Gin.”
I obey as he leans in to kiss me. I place my hands on his arms and our eyes meet. We’re breathless and we stare into each other’s eyes as he begins to make his way into me. His mouth covers mine.
“Oh, Derek.” I moan as I spread my legs wider.
“You like that?” He asks in a low voice against my lips.
I place my hand on his cheek and nod, suddenly unable to formulate any words. He leans in and kisses me as he begins to thrust his hips against mine. He does is gently at first and then he begins to move faster and faster.
So this is what it’s supposed to look like. These are the fireworks that people talk about. This is what I’ve been missing out on though I doubt anyone is better than Derek.
I forget about everything as he moves on top of me. It’s just the two of us, rocking against each other. Nothing else matters. Right now, in this very moment, he’s all mine and that thought makes me want to make this moment last forever.
31. selfish bastard
DEREK
“I’m going to kill you.”
I raise an eyebrow at Ian before turning my attention back to the video game. “Why are you so aggressive?”
“This shit is serious, man. Stay focused!”
I chuckle as I keep playing using the control in my hand. Nobody takes Call of Duty more serious than Ian, not even me. If you want to offend Ian, critique his gaming skills. I’ve only done it once and we didn’t talk for a whole week. It’s more important than his career, I guess.
His knocking woke me up this morning. He usually has a key but I took it away when Gin started to spend the night over. There’s no way I’m risking Ian walking in on her naked, not that she does but I want her to have that option. Especially after last night. I had been longing to make her mine and the wait was very much worth it. I finally got to touch and taste every inch of her body. I love the way her skin tastes. It’s sweet. Reminds me of strawberries. I could kiss her all fucking day if that were possible.
I planned on keeping her in the room all day today and then Ian decides to show up. I rolled out of bed quietly, not wanting to wake her up. She was sleeping on her stomach, her face was buried on the side of the pillow and her brown hair was scattered all around her. Her back was naked and I couldn’t resist and placed a kiss on it before walking out of the room.
Last night was fucking amazing. The sex was great. Sexy and sweet at the same time. Gin had this innocent look on her face last night during our first round and, fuck, it was the hottest thing ever. It didn’t last long. The shyness was temporary which is something I was happy about. I want her to be comfortable with me. I want her to tell me what she wants and touch me wherever she wants to touch me, whenever she wants. That’s what I told her last night after the first time. We went on four rounds before our bodies gave into sleep and it was nowhere near enough.
I can feel myself start to get worked up just thinking about how she looked as she sat on me and rode me to fucking heaven. I can still see the burning in her brown eyes, the way her lips were parted as her breathing became quicker with every move. Fuck.
“Dude, congratulations, you just killed yourself.”
I shake my head as I focus on the screen. My side is now red, indicating that I, indeed, died. Just then, I hear the shower turn on upstairs. I set the control down.
“I’ll be right back,” I say casually, but Ian is not an idiot. “Shut up.” I tell him before he says anything.
He bursts out laughing. I ignore him and make my way up the stairs, taking two at a time. Gin isn’t in the room when I walk in. I lock the bedroom door, in case Ian decides he wants to be funny, then I try the bathroom door. I grin when I realize it’s unlocked. An invitation? I fucking hope so.
The bathroom is full of steam, Gin’s naked body is a blur through the glass shower doors.
“Any room for me?” I ask over the sound of the shower.
“Derek, you scared me,” She says as she slides the door open and peeks her pretty face out.
I smile at her and take a step forward. “I’m sorry.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “Are you coming in or what?”
My smile widens then I take off my clothes and get in the shower. She’s rinsing the shampoo off her hair. I place my hands on her bare waist and turn her around so she’s facing me. I let my eyes wander down to her full breasts. She’s so fucking sexy.
“Did you sleep well?” I ask her, touching her jawline with my thumb. Her skin is so soft, it reminds me of a rose petal. I make a mental note to buy her roses later today. I suddenly want to shower her with everything I can. I know she couldn’t care less about material things, but I want to show her how much she means to me and money always helps.
She nods with a smile. “I thought you were gone.”
“I’m sorry. Ian would’ve broken down the door if I wouldn’t have gone down to open it.” I roll my eyes.
“He’s here?”
“Downstairs,” I say then lean in to kiss her. Strawberries. It’s what I’ve been saying.
I tighten my arms around her as her body begins to melt onto mine.
“Last night was beyond amazing,” I say into her ear as the warm water continues to run down our bodies. “What are the chances that we repeat it tonight?”
She places her hand on my chest, her fingers are pressed against my skin. “I thought you were leaving tonight.”
“Tomorrow morning.” I grin.
She smiles and something inside of me warms at the thought of her being excited to spend more time with me. “The chances are high then.”
“Maybe give me a little preview right now?”
She looks up at me. “What if we fall and break a bone?”
I chuckle at the seriousness in her voice. I reach out and touch her wet hair. “Gin, the only bone that would be breaking is this boner I have for you.”
She pulls her head back as she laughs and I laugh too because she’s so fucking adorable. She looks up at me then reaches up and presses her lips on my neck. Fuck. It feels like I’m becoming some sex crazed man now that Gin and I have finally reached this stage. How am I supposed to be a whole week away from her? I wish I could take her with me. Technically speaking, I can but I know she has her job. She can’t just drop everything and leave. Because I’m a selfish bastard, I wish she would.
Thirty minutes later, I make my way back downstairs after changing into clean clothes.
“T
hat was a long shower. Y’all took turns or what?” Ian asks amusedly.
I throw a pillow at him as I walk past him and sit down.
“So?” He asks looking at me with a stupid grin. “You finally hit it?”
I shake my head with a chuckle. “You’re an idiot.”
“You did then.” He chuckles, shaking his head. “She’s the first one after Sadie, that’s big.”
I glare at the TV as my smile fades. “Thank you for reminding me.”
Ever since Sadie and I broke up, there have been stories about me having sex with random ass girls that I’ve never even met. The press always does this. I don’t know how they get away with it. They’re publishing straight up lies. I used to call them out on Twitter or Instagram in an effort to clear my name, but then I realized that it didn’t matter. People are always going to find things to write about and everyone is still going to think what they want of me. Now I just shrug whenever I see those stories.
Ian is right. I hadn’t been with another woman since Sadie and now I find myself wondering how the fuck did I survive. Is that why it felt so good? I doubt it. It’s Gin. We’re compatible in bed. We’re fucking fireworks, baby.
“She wouldn’t believe it,” Ian says as he reaches for the popcorn bowl. “She thinks you’ve been screwing since the breakup.”
I sigh. “Yeah, well, she’s not the only one.”
He turns to look at me with a serious look on his face. “You do like her, right?”
I frown as I turn to look at him. “Like who?”
“The girl from the bar,” He says in a low voice. “You know, considering this started from me asking you to do me the favor after all that bad press and suggesting you use her to make Sadie jealous, which obviously worked,” He says chuckling.
I open my mouth to tell him that yes, I really do like Gin and to stop being a fucking idiot, but then I look up above his head and see Gin looking at me with wide, teary eyes. She brings her hand up to her mouth in surprise. Fuck. She heard what Ian just said.
I stand up quickly. “Gin—” I begin but she turns around and walks out. “You’re a fucking idiot.” I growl at Ian as I walk past him, hurrying after Gin before she leaves without giving me the chance to explain.
32. it’s been real
SAVANNAH
I knew I shouldn’t have been eavesdropping.
I should’ve been minding my own business or I should’ve walked into the room, so they knew I was listening; because now, I’ve heard something that has hurt me.
The girl from the bar.
Is that what Ian and Derek refer to me as when I’m not in the room? As 'the girl from the bar'? All this time I considered myself Ian’s friend and Derek’s girlfriend. All I am is the girl from the bar to them. That’s not the worst part. The worst part is what Ian said after that.
…considering this started from me asking you to do me the favor after all that bad press and suggesting you use her to make Sadie jealous, which obviously worked.
Of course I knew Derek wanted me to be his fake girlfriend to make up the bad press to Ian. He wanted to do Ian a favor but I refused so he pursued me. I thought it was because he liked me. Has he been using me all this time to make Sadie jealous?
Has he been faking it all this time? Was that what it’s all been? Every touch, every hug, every kiss, was it all just a game? And what about last night? What about a few minutes ago in the shower? Was that part of the plan too? All to keep me happy so he could keep using me to make his ex-girlfriend jealous?
I think back to the party. I think of the way he kissed me after Sadie arrived. The way he touched me and danced with me. Was it all just a show to him?
Oh my god. It feels like my heart is being squeezed. My chest is tight. I just want to get out of here and cry.
“Gin, please wait.”
I hear Derek calling after me and his voice just makes me even more sad but it also makes me feel angry. I stop and turn. Derek looks surprised and he stops abruptly before bumping into me. I gulp, fighting back the tears. “You,” I say pointing at him with my index finger. “—are an asshole.”
He clenches his jaw and nods. “Please hear me out.”
“Hear what out?” I ask with a frown. “I heard more than enough. Just leave me alone.”
I try turning but he grabs my arm and pulls me back. Part of me wants to push him away and take off running but part of me wants to hear what he has to say. I want him to explain and tell me that, somehow, what Ian said is a lie.
“What Ian said is true,” He says and my faith is shattered. “He did ask me to go out with you as a favor.” He lowers his gaze. “And yes, for a moment I did think about doing it to make Sadie jealous.”
I raise my eyebrows in disbelief. “Thank you for the clarification.”
“No, Gin, hold on.” He runs a hand through his hair, which is still damp from the shower we had together. “He’s right. That’s how it started. I was going to do it, that’s why I asked you to be my fake girlfriend.”
I nod. “Right and since I told you no, you went ahead and asked me to be your “real” girlfriend just to keep me around and I fell like an idiot into your plan anyway. You really killed two birds with one stone, didn’t you?” I ask crossing my arms on my chest. “You got to help your friend and use me to make your ex-girlfriend jealous at the same time. You must feel really proud of yourself.”
“No, will you let me finish?”
I take a deep breath. “I really, really, don’t need to hear it, Derek. You used me, what else is there to say?” I hate that my voice cracks at the end. His eyes soften when he hears it and then the hot tears are running down my cheeks uncontrollably. I clean them with my hands but it’s useless.
Damn it, Savannah, keep it together.
“Fuck, please don’t cry,” Derek says looking desperate.
“That’s not going to stop the crying.” I point out. I want to sound angry but I just sound sad. “Just say what you want to say so I can go.”
He looks at me. “This may have started like that but I meant it when I asked you to be my girlfriend. It’s been real, Gin. I swear it’s all been real.”
I look into his eyes, wanting to believe that he’s saying the truth. I can’t trust my judgment right now. I know I want to believe him because I want to stay with him but what if he’s lying? What if he’s been playing me all this time and he wants to keep using me to make Sadie jealous? How do I know he’s being honest? That’s the thing. I don’t know and I probably won’t find a way to prove his honesty. This is when trust comes in. Do I trust him?
I don’t say anything for a moment and I can feel his eyes on me, waiting. I finally shake my head after cleaning the tears from my eyes. “I think I should leave.”
“No, please. I swear that I’m telling you the truth.” He reaches for my hand. “What can I do so you believe me?”
I look up at him. “I just—I need to think. You’re leaving tomorrow anyway. It wouldn’t feel right to stay in your house while you’re away.”
He takes a deep breath, looking frustrated. And then he looks at me and clenches his jaw. “I don’t want to lose you, Gin.”
I don’t want to lose you.
It’s pathetic how much I love hearing those words coming out of his mouth. He doesn’t want to lose me…but is he being honest?
I bite my lower lip, not knowing what to believe. “Are you being honest with me?" I finally ask. “I just—I want to believe you but it’s so easy to believe that you’re just playing with me.”
“Why?” He asks with a confused frown. “Why is it easier to believe that I’m playing with you? I’m not. I swear.”
I shrug. “I don’t know. I mean, you’re a celebrity.” I smile at him sadly. “A very famous celebrity and I’m—nobody. I’m just an ordinary girl that happened to get matched to you that night.” I look up at him. “Why else would you want to be with someone like me?”
He looks away for a moment. I think he seems
a bit angry but when he looks at me again, his eyes are soft. “You’re right. Our paths wouldn’t have crossed if it wouldn’t have been for the app but they did. And you’re not ordinary to me, Gin.”
Would he be having this conversation with someone else if he would’ve gotten matched with another girl at the bar? He wouldn’t have even noticed me if it weren’t for the app. I would be in my apartment right now, feeling dull and probably excited about going home in a few days. My life would be so much less complicated…but that’s not how things happened. Like Derek said, our paths did cross. All thanks to an app…and a favor, a plan to make Sadie jealous.
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