Page 46 of Derek
“What in the fuck!” I growl as I see the light blonde hair whipping out of the truck window.
“She supplies us with feed!” Jensen hisses, and I groan. It’s too late to go in and hide. She sees me. As the truck parks, I watch the door open, and the woman that betrayed me steps out. She looks nothing like I remember. We were in our twenties the last time I saw her. Justine is tall, mid-size, with curves that I don’t remember her having. Her dark blonde hair has been dyed a lighter blonde, falling in messy strands over her shoulder. I watch as she shoves a cigarette butt into a can in her truck door as she looks at us.
“Well shit,” she laughs lightly, and her voice sounds different too. It’s weird, it’s like the memories I have of her are not real memories at all. “Derek Rowe, I never thought I’d see you again. My god, you look good.”
“Thanks,” I mutter as I look at Jensen. “You need help with the feed?”
“You ain’t even gonna talk to me? I haven’t seen you in a lifetime!”
“And yet it still hasn’t been long enough.” I snap and turn to walk past her but stop when I see Indy on the front porch. I start to head over, only to watch as Carter walks up and helps her down. I’ll punch him for that later.
“Hey,” Indy smiles up at me as she tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. It bounces free as soon as she moves her head, making me smirk. “I need a ride into town.” I watch as she glances over at Justine, giving her a welcoming smile that Justine doesn’t reciprocate. “Hi! I’m Indy!”
“Justine Rowe.” She says, and I nearly choke on my saliva. Rowe? Had she never changed her name back? Gotten remarried? I look over at Jensen, who gives me an uneasy smile.
Indy cocks her head to one side. “Rowe? As in–”
“I’m Derek’s wife.” She smiles. “Are you his daughter?”
“Knock it off.” My annoyance is becoming evident. “Indy, this is my ex-wife, her family supplies the ranch with feed. Justine,” her name comes out as a hiss. “Indy is my–”
“Girlfriend.” Indy states firmly. “So yeah, not his daughter, but he’s definitely my daddy.” I hear one of my brothers spewing some liquid from their mouth behind me. Indy grips my hand and gives me a tug.
“Anyway, if you’re done, can we go to town, please?” She pulls my stunned body towards one of the trucks.
“What… was that?” I manage through my shock as I open the passenger door. Indy spins to look up at me and shrugs.
“I don’t like her. She gives off a rotten eggs vibe.”
“Okay, well, I’m not sure what that means. But Darlin’, this is a small town. Everyone is in everyone’s business.” She furrows her brow as I help her up into the truck.
“Why would I care if they think I’m your girlfriend?”
“Indy, people around here can be judgmental. And our age difference…” I watch her nod slowly.
“Right, yeah, sorry, I didn’t think about how that might affect you. I just… I saw the look on your face.” I watch her chew on her bottom lip.
“What look was that?” I ask, wishing to god it was my teeth on her lips right now.
“Like you wanted to be anywhere but there.” I laugh lightly.
“Yeah, that would be correct.” I look up and groan. “She’s still there staring at mmff…” Indy lips consume mine, and I growl against her. “Oh my god…” I pant as I break slightly while her sweet tongue enters my mouth.
“Make it look good.” She whispers against my lips, and I grip her hair, tilting her head as I slip my tongue into her mouth. Once I do, I feel her suck on my tongue, and I nearly whimper at the sensation running through my body. I need more. I must feel and taste every part of her small, delicate body.
“Well goddamn!” Jensen’s voice causes me to jump back in surprise. I glare over at my grinning brother.
“No! Don’t stop on my account!” I look to see Justine’s truck is gone and shut the door before getting into the truck and starting the ignition.
The first part of the car ride is silent, and I’m thankful due to me having to force this fucking erection down. After jacking off last night, I thought I would’ve gotten Indy out of my system. But no, I’m fucking fourteen again and don’t know how to gain control of my dick around her.
“You’re an excellent kisser.” I nearly slam on the brake as I stop at the red light and stare at her.
“H-huh?” I say intelligently. Indy giggles as she looks over at me. God, she’s so pretty. Her tight blue jeans, oversized yellow sweater, and I notice she has on her Doc Martens boots, though I don’t think they are tied.
“You’re a good kisser.” She repeats like it’s no big deal. “I mean, I’m not super experienced, but you definitely took the breath out of me.”
I let out an awkward laugh. “Uh, thanks? You’re pretty good yourself.” Wow, that felt uncomfortable. “So, what do you need from town?”
