Page 74 of Derek
“Okay,” Derek breathes out. Is he nervous? I cock my head to one side as I look at him from my place on the futon. I can’t believe he just bathed me and brushed my teeth. Depression is a hell of a thing, and it’s something that I’ve managed rather well until now. Now that I don’t have my kids, I feel like I’ve lost my only purpose. And my purpose has been what kept me going through all the pain and struggles. Through the darkness and their loud, harsh words.
Derek reaches into his backpack and pulls out a folder. He goes to hand it to me but takes it back. “Okay,” he says again. “If you hate it, it is fine. You have to promise to tell me the truth. Deal?” He sticks his pinky out, and the fact that this has become our way of sealing deals fills me with so much warmth and light. I wrap my pinky around his, and he hands me the folder. Opening it up, I look at the sketch on one side and the digital print of it on the other.
The sketch is of a beautiful raven with striking indigo eyes perched on top of a grey, cracked skull. “Wow,” I exhale, looking up at him. From his neck to his feet, Derek is covered in dark artwork like this. Skulls, rotting fruit, a cracking hourglass on his shoulder blade. He says it’sMemento Mori, a type of art that reminds you of your mortality.
“This is beautiful!” I smile at him, and I mean it. I love the drawing, I can’t believe he drew it for me. I watch his face relax.
“Yeah? You like it?” He asks as he sits by me. I nod as I continue to stare at the intricate detail in the Raven’s feathers.
“It’s amazing, where are you going to put it?”
He furrows his brows. “Wherever you want.” I look him over.
“Well, I’m trying to think of a spot you have open.”
“Darlin,” Derek laughs lightly. “The drawing is for you, and I’m offering to tattoo you if you want.” My mouth falls open in shock. “Which is why, if you don’t like it, I can come up with something else.”
This is a dream, right? No way Derek is actually willing to do this. “You are offering to tattoo this on me?” He nods slowly.
“One tattoo, yes.”
“This one,” I state firmly, and I can feel the grin on my face spreading. “Come on!” I start to get up, and Derek laughs, pulling me onto his lap.
“No rush, baby girl.” He purrs as he kisses my jaw. “Let’s get your strength up a bit more, and you figure out placement.”
“Ribs,” I say firmly, and he snorts against my neck.
“That’s a sensitive spot, Darlin’.”
“Well, I only get one tattoo from you, so I need to get it in the money spot,” I smirk as I lean in and kiss him.
“Do you really like it?”
“Derek!” I laugh lightly. “Yes! It’s so beautiful. Actually, I’m shocked that you thought of me while drawing it. I would’ve expected you to think of hearts and crowns.”
“Uh uh,” He murmurs against my neck. “You hide your darker side, but I know you.” I shudder as his hand rubs my thigh.
“Mmm… oh yeah?” I breathe out while shifting my ass over his crotch, gasping as I feel his bulge.
“Fuck…” He gasps as his hand clenches my hips. “Indy, you’re going to cause me to have to go take care of this. I’m trying to be a gentleman and a good boyfriend.”
“Well,” I sigh as I settle onto his lap, “Maybe I need you to be a little more attentive.” I grind my ass against him, and he moans.
“Goddamn it… Indy, Darlin’,” his hand runs up my shirt, and I whimper as he runs his thumb over my erect nipple.
“Please. Derek…” I mewl while tugging at the waistband of my pajamas.
“Fuck,” he growls as he gives in. “Your pretty little ass had better tell me to stop if you are hurting. I will be so pissed off, Indiana.” He warns while slipping my pants off and unbuttoning my top.
“I like when you get all demanding.” I tease as he runs his hand up my spine before running down my side and over my thighs again.
“Yeah, yeah, I know all about your daddy kink.” He grumbles as his fingers slip between my folds and rub against my clit.
“H-oh!” I cry out as he hooks my legs around his and spreads them wider. I feel his arm around my waist, holding me steady as he continues to tease and flick me.
“Feel good Darlin’?” He asks in his sweet, hot voice. He may not like being called daddy, but he definitely has that daddy thing down.
“More,” I whine, grinding my ass against his rock-hard erection. “Take your cock out.”
