Page 102 of Inevitable Inheritance

Derrick walked her backward in the small tiled space, and Taylor went willingly, absorbing the feel of his hands and the pressure of his kiss on her skin. Derrick continued backing her up until the shower bench was behind her knees. He tugged her down to sit on the bench. As she sat, Derrick also sank down, kneeling in front of her. Taylor eyed him apprehensively, unsure of what to expect next. But all trepidation left Taylor as Derrick leaned in and kissed her and then made his way down her neck with soft kisses, finally reaching her breasts. He took one nipple in his mouth, grazed it with his teeth, and moved his tongue over it. As Derrick teased Taylor, lavishing each breast and nipple, he slid his hands down to her hips and pulled her ass to the edge of the bench.

Taylor soaked up his touch, the pressure of his hands and mouth felt perfect and caused heat to rise all over her, inside and out. Derrick slid his hands from outside her hips to the inside of her thighs, and he eased them apart. Taylor tried to resist, feeling embarrassed at being so exposed, but Derrick used a steady pressure and freed them, then slid himself between them to keep them apart.

In her haze of enjoyment as Derrick caressed her top half, she felt his hand slide higher inside her leg and then felt a finger stroke up the center of her heat. Taylor gasped. It was just a slight movement, but the sensation went through her. Derrick continued to kiss between her breasts and glide a finger up and down her center. Taylor could feel herself become more and more slick from arousal. Derrick suddenly moved his mouth away from Taylor’s breasts, and covered her mouth with his at the same time he slid a finger slowly inside of her.

Derrick moved his finger in and out of her and continued to kiss her. Taylor liked the way it felt, and her body made that clear as she moved herself to meet Derrick’s hand. His thumb slid up and caressed her clit, and Taylor gasped at the feeling. Slowly the sensation built, coiling tight in Taylor until her hips lifted slightly to meet his hand, to get closer to his touch. She was close, right before the edge, and a whimper escaped her. Derrick increased the pressure while keeping a rhythmic pattern with his finger and thumb, and Taylor fell over the edge of an orgasm mountain.

Derrick slid his hand from Taylor’s core and shifted her body up as she quaked with release. Once Derrick was on his feet, he slid his hands under Taylor and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around Derrick’s waist instinctively. Pushing Taylor’s back against the shower wall, Derrick positioned himself at her center and slowly sheathed himself inside her. His head fell forward as he filled Taylor, his forehead resting on the crook of her neck.

There was a slight ache when Derrick joined her, but it faded as he stayed still, allowing Taylor to accommodate his size. Derrick stayed unmoving, and Taylor’s hands itched to touch him, his exposed and inviting chest against her and within reach.

And then she realized she could. There were no more lines she didn’t want to blur or cross. They were now husband and wife, and they had bulldozed through any lines that may have still been in place last night.

Moving hesitantly, Taylor lightly skimmed her hands down his chest, feeling his well-defined muscles tense under her fingers. Derrick’s breathing hastened as her hands caressed him, and Taylor continued to move down to his stomach, feeling the muscles quiver.

Taylor slid her fingers farther down, but Derrick grabbed her hands, pinning them back against the shower wall and kissing her hard. He assaulted her mouth with his tongue, wrestling it, sending her panting and writhing under him. Finally he moved. It was slow and agonizing, building her need as he moved in and out of her. Taylor’s hands ached with the need to touch him, to feel the flex in his body, but she was still pinned both by Derrick and the sensations he was creating within her. His slow rhythm was killing her, pushing her to where she felt like she was almost there again, almost at the point of explosion he had just taken her to. She just needed something, just a little more.

Without her hands, Taylor improvised and pushed her heels into Derrick’s firm ass, causing him to fill her more quickly. As he pulled away again, almost leaving her, Taylor quickly sank her heels into him again, pulling him back to her.

“You’re going to make me lose it,” he mumbled against her mouth.

Boldness soared through Taylor. “Good,” she mumbled back, and she felt Derrick smile against her mouth. His hips moved, and Taylor helped him to set the pace. As the pace climbed, so did she, going over the edge again, and this time taking Derrick with her.

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“Well,that was the best shower I have ever had,” Derrick remarked as they toweled off.

“Yeah, yeah,” Taylor replied, pulling open drawers, trying to find something to wear.

“We need to get you some clothes here, Mrs. Fletcher,” Derrick said, going over and pulling out a T-shirt and sweats for Taylor. She accepted the clothes and swallowed, nodding at his remarks. “Marty is coming for dinner. I will have her bring your clothes from my Dad’s—” just saying his name brought pain. Derrick’s mind flashed back to his dad in the hospital bed, and it smacked him right in the face that he was never going to see him again.

Taylor came over and hugged Derrick from behind. He could tell she was having trouble swallowing her own new circumstance just seconds before, but he was grateful she could put it aside for him because he needed her.

“It’s going to suck, Derrick,” she said. “It sucks now, and it will get worse.”

This pep talk blows, Derrick mused.

“But slowly, little by little, it will get easier,” she said, twisting herself around to look up at him. “And you have Marty, and me. I am here for you both. We are family now, and we will get through this together.”

Derrick looked down at her. “I’m sorry you’re stuck with us,” he half joked. He was over the moon that she was his, but he knew the feeling was not reciprocated.

“I am not stuck with you guys,” Taylor defended, and Derrick tensed. He was certain she was about to say there were ways out of her situation, like divorce, but she continued. “We need each other, and we are where we are supposed to be now,” she explained, nodding.

Derrick wasn’t sureexactlywhat she meant, but as long as it meant she was staying, he liked it. “Thanks,” he said and planted a kiss on Taylor, his wife.

All was good.

Chapter Twenty-Six

The days followingSimon’s death were busy ones. Even though Simon’s arrangements had all been made, there were still meetings required to finalize everything for him. When they met with the funeral director, he revealed that Simon had decided to have a private burial next to his wife and no visiting services. In lieu of the services, he requested a charity ball to be held in his and Delia’s memory to benefit the cancer society.

Marty immediately perked up.

“I’ll do it,” she announced, interrupting the funeral director. Her face was bright—a spark returned that hadn’t been there in days. “Their anniversary is coming up. We can have it then.”

“Marty, that’s only a little over a month away.”

“I know that,” Marty informed her brother, rolling her eyes.

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