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“That’s it, Little Darlin’, give me your orgasm. Such a good girl.”
My legs shake involuntarily, and I cry out as my orgasm hits. I press the vibrator harder against me as I ride out the orgasm. After a second, I turn the vibrator off just in time to hear rapid knocking on the door.
“Indy?”Oh god, it’s Derek.Panic fills me as I try to find my voice.
“Y-yes?” I call as I stuff my vibrator under the pillow. Derek walks in, and oh no… he’s shirtless. I gawk at the tightly ripped torso, massive arms, and broad chest. He’s covered in beautifully dark tattoos, chest hair, and the absolutely perfect trail of hair going down into his low-slung pajama pants.
“Are you alright?” He asks, and my face goes red, afraid he caught me staring.
“No I wasn’t!” I huff, and when he just stares at me warily, I want to die.
“Try that again, little Darlin’,” he smirks, andughhhhh little Darlin’.“And remember, my eyes are up here.”
I glare at him before flipping him the bird, a gesture that makes him laugh loudly, and I feel some of the tension leave me, at least until he speaks.
“I heard you holler. Are you alright?” Wow…can you actually die from embarrassment? Because damn, I have to be close.
“I hit the bedpost. Sorry, I’m a little dramatic.” I give him a smile, and he looks around the room before nodding.
“Get some sleep.” On his way out the door, I salute him before throwing my blanket over my head. The first free moment I have tomorrow, I need to call the girls and have them talk me through this shit show.
Chapter18
Derek
“Hey City Slicker,” Jackson smirks while leaning against the fence post. It’s early, about four-thirty. I snort as I stuff my hands in my coat. After a twenty-year absence, my body is not used to the cool Virginia mornings.
“Y’all call me City Slicker here, and at Hel’s, I’m called Virginia. What are you up to?” I ask as Jackson takes a drink from his thermos.
“Something’s been attacking the sheep this past week. Already snatched three of them, and tried to get big mama over there, but Bear and Rocky ran it off. So I’ve been watching the last two nights.” I look over at the two Australian Shepherds that are running the fence.
I look out at the massive area in the early twilight. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss this place. It’s calm and quiet here versus the loud, smog-filled city I’ve grown accustomed to.
“Didn’t expect you to come out here with the girl,” Jackson mutters before whistling for the dogs. “Figured you wouldn’t want to risk seeing Justine.” I spit before walking with him toward the house.
“I don’t give two shits about her. I came out here to help Indy with Mama and Pops.”
“You two together?” He raises his brow, and I stumble over… well, nothing, I guess.
“No,” I state quickly. “She’s just a friend. I knew she would need help with the stairs and shit, and I’m on vacation from work anyway.” My brother looks as though he doesn’t believe a word I’m saying, but lets the subject go.
“Tell your girl she makes a damn good pastry.” He says while walking away, heading towards the cattle.
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“I’m gonna marry her.”Carter moans as he takes a bite of the blueberry cheese danish. With his mouth full, he gives me a grin. “Thanks for being awesome and bringing me my wife.” Growling, I snatch the pastry from his hand and slam it in the trash.
“Well,” Indy’s soft voice startles me. “Sorry, you didn’t like my baking, Derek.” I blink before I realize what she must’ve seen. Damn it, how am I supposed to explain that I did it because I’ll be damned before I let Carter get aroused by her food.
“Well,” Carter puffs out his chest. “I’ll have you know that I thoroughly enjoy them, Indy.” His smile makes me want to commit a murder. I look at Indy, expecting to see a blush and a bright smile, but there isn’t one. She’s got dark rings under her eyes, and her skin looks pale.
“Hey,” I say softly. “Are you feeling alright?” She looks up at me and nods before going back to pouring coffee into mugs and putting food on a tray, probably for my parents. There is no smile, no laughter, and I know of only one person in this household capable of draining someone like this. I glance over at Carter, and he must be thinking the same thing because his eyebrows furrow together as he cocks his head to one side.
“Hey, angel,” I blink slowly, trying my damndest to ignore that name. Of course, Indy is an angel, I know that. But my stupid brother doesn’t get to address her that way. Indy lets out a “mhm” but doesn’t look up from slicing the fruit. I notice the trembling in her hand that she’s trying to hide.
“Have you been up to see Pops yet this morning?” Indy finishes cutting the fruit before washing the knife off and looking at me, ignoring Carter completely. I’m okay with it.
“I can’t take this upstairs,”
