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“I’m gonna go to town. Do you wanna go?” I give him a small smile and nod.
“Yeah! Let me change real quick.” I pat his chest and head towards my room, hoping that maybe this is an olive branch he’s extending and he will stop being such a butthead to me.
Chapter20
Derek
“Ilike your girl,” Jackson grunts while we heave the cut-up pieces of tree trunk into the trailer.
“She ain’t my girl,” I mutter as I close my eyes, not wanting to have this conversation.
“Uh huh,” Jackson laughs dryly. “You stargazing with all your friends, then?” My blood runs cold. Dropping the branch I’m holding, I look at Jackson in horror. He gives me a knowing smile. “Oh yeah, I heard all about the shooting stars.”
“What the fuck? You spying on me now?” Jackson snorts as he shakes his head.
“I told you last week, I’m out at night looking for the fucker killing the animals.” Fuck, he did say that.
“Tell anyone, and I–” He waves me off.
“Yeah, yeah, though you should be jumping on that. That girl ain’t going to follow you around like an excited puppy forever. Toss her a fucking bone.”
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“I’m sorry,”Indy winces as she puts a spoonful of her disgusting mint chocolate chip ice cream in her mouth. It’s basically toothpaste with chocolate, gross. “I feel bad about our argument earlier.”
“Don’t,” I state, as I eat a spoonful of my cookies and cream flavor ice cream, which is a real ice cream flavor. “I was a dick to you. I shouldn’t have snapped.” We continue our walk down Main Street as the sun begins to set. Indy chuckles softly as she bumps against me.
“Wow, the big bad Derek Rowe is apologizing to me.” She teases and scoops a spoonful of her ice cream and holds it out to me. “Bite?” she asks, and I make a face.
“Mint chocolate chip is the abomination of the ice cream world.” I shudder, causing her to laugh. The sound is like a sweet melody, turning my otherwise shitty day around.
“Mint chocolate chip is the best ice cream flavor. You just don’t have good taste.” She pops the spoonful into her mouth and goddamn, those plush pink lips. “I bet I can make you like it.” I blink, snapping out of my X-rated thoughts about what her lips can do.
“Oh? I doubt it.” I chuckle as we round the corner toward the empty parking lot. Indy stops and raises a brow as she puts another spoonful in her mouth. It all happens so fast; her hand on the back of my neck, her lips crashing into mine. I feel her slip her mint chocolate-flavored tongue into my mouth, and holy shit.
“Mmm…” I moan against her mouth as my tongue twists around hers. I grip the back of her neck as I pull her to me. Her small body molds against mine as I suck the flavor right off her sweet tongue. I feel her knees buckle and smirk against the kiss as I hold her steady to me. Indy pulls back, capturing my lower lip between hers as she licks and sucks on it.
“Fuck,” I whisper, almost in pain. She’s too good at this. I’m addicted to her lips, her tongue, her smell. I want to be consumed by it always. I nearly cry out as she breaks the kiss. She looks up at me with hazy eyes that make my dick harden further. “Okay,” I breathe, trying to regain my composure. “I might be okay with mint chocolate chip.” She giggles as she grabs my forgotten ice cream and throws it and hers away.
“Come here,” she whispers while grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the truck. I quietly follow, helping her climb in. She slides across the bench seat to let me into the driver’s side. As soon as the door shuts, Indy captures my lips again. My heart is pounding out of my chest as I feel her hand lowering towards my jeans.
“Indy,” I pant softly. “Darlin’ I-I’m trying to be a good man here.” I gasp as her oddly strong hand cups my crotch.
“Well,” she whispers, her hot breath tickling my neck. “Stop it and help me.” I’m on autopilot as I unbuckle my belt and make short work of my jeans’ button and zipper.
Indy’s eyes widen as she pulls my cock out, and before I can even attempt to make some smart-ass remark, she reduces me to a shuddering mess as she swirls her tongue around the head of my cock.
“I-Indy!” I gasp as I death grip the steering wheel. “You… I… Oh my god.” I roll my head back against the seat as she runs her tongue down the length of my shaft.
“Do me a favor,” she says, looking up at me. At this moment, with her playing my cock like an instrument, I will do anything for her. Anything. I will kill for her, buy her a house. Fuck, I’ll buy her a fucking penguin. I do not care. “I know you are going to let the doubt weasel back in. I know that after this, you’ll find a reason to hide from me again, like after the lake. But just let me have this moment, okay? Hold my hair and let me make you feel good and after we get out of this truck, we’ll never speak of this again.”
A nervous laugh escapes me as I stare at her in shock. “W-what… holy fuck!” I hiss as Indy inserts my cock into her sweet mouth. I do as she asks, grip her hair with my hand, and watch in absolute awe as she moves up and down my length.
“Baby girl,” I pant as she forces me down her throat. “Darlin’, you are too good at this, god fucking damn it.” I bite out as I try my best to hold still. I’m too large, and Indy is eager, but I know this isn’t something she’s experienced in, and I don’t want to scare her by thrusting and coming down her throat.
She moans, and the vibrations send a wave of pleasure through me. “Don’t be scared,” she murmurs before licking the underside of my shaft and then swirling her tongue around my head.
“You… you gotta stop. I’m going to lose my shit and come, and then you’ll freak out.” I feel her body shaking, and as she stares up at me, I see the amusement on her pretty face.
