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His breathy chuckle sends a pleasurable shiver down my spine. “Who’s in charge here?” Even as he says that, I feel him shifting to pull his dick out of his pajama pants. Derek inserts a finger inside me while continuing to rub my clit.
“I want…” I pant as I lay against his chest. “To feel full.”
“Such a needy little thing.” He muses while angling me over his cock. I whimper as I feel his crown pressing against my entrance. He lowers me down, and I hiss at the tightness as he slides in.
“Ah! Yes, there…” I cry out as he moves me up and down on his shaft.
As we continue, I find that not seeing him is weird, and I’m not really liking it. Sensing my mood shift, Derek pauses, and I feel his shaky hand on my hip, and his labored breath becomes even more audible.
“What’s wrong?” He pants out. Looking at him over my shoulder, I see his wild, dark eyes fixed on me.
“I miss your face,” I whisper, feeling somewhat self-conscious. Derek lifts me and spins me around to face him. I wince at the pressure on my legs.
“Damn it,” I growl, becoming frustrated. “I-I’m sorry, just do what you need to–”
“Stop.” He orders while lifting me up as he stands and carries me down the hall. We go into his bedroom, where the bed that he refuses to sleep in is. Laying me down, Derek crawls over me before inserting himself back inside. I groan in pleasure before reaching up and tangling my fingers in his hair, giving it a soft tug.
“That better Darlin’?” He breathes in between thrusts. I bite my lip as I moan again.
The sex is slow, soft, and drawn out. It feels so different, like we’re connecting on a deeper level, like he’s touching a part of me that has been tucked away for so long.
I whine and arch my back as he nuzzles, kisses, and nips at my chest and neck.
“Indy,” he moans softly against my ear. “You consume all of me, don’t ever doubt that Darlin’.” I gasp and close my eyes tightly at his words.
“Don’t…” I pant, feeling my walls contracting and the familiar tight burning sensation in my abdomen “Don’t talk like that, you promised,” I whine as he circles my clit, sending me over the edge.
“I never claimed to be an honest man, little Darlin’.” He whispers, slamming into me again before coming deep inside me.
As we come down from our high, he consumes my mouth with his, whispering sweet words and praises the whole time.
After, he moves to get up, and I stop him. “Can we just lay here?” I ask softly. Derek nods and slips under the covers behind me, pulling me to his chest.
As I lay here, feeling my exhausted body race towards sleep, I realize that I’ve never felt so safe and happy before, and the thought scares me because, even though I told him not to fall for me, Derek is making it obvious that he is, and scarier still, I’m falling for him too.
Chapter32
Derek
“God, I love a good cherry popping.” Atlas states while shoving a handful of chips into his big ass mouth. Interesting choice in last words, but whatever.
“Dude,” Ash shoves Atlas’ shoulder. “That’s my sister.”
“Oh,” Atlas scoffs. “So it was funny when you said it about my wife, but your sister is off limits?”
Ash rolls his dark eyes. “Ren wasn’t your wife at the time.”
“And you would’ve been laughing too had you not just beat the shit out of that dude who used to work here…” I mutter and continue setting up my station. Turning to grab one of the bottles of ink, I see Indy sitting in my chair, spinning in circles. I let out a light chuckle.
“Indy, Darlin’, what are you doing?” Indy doesn’t stop, she just continues to spin, allowing her arms to fly out at her sides.
“Flying.” She says simply, her eyes closed, and I can’t help the smile on my face. The last three days, Indy’s mood seems to be lifting. She has been getting up, bathing, eating, and she even did her exercises this morning. Her resting smile has come back, and I am so thankful for it.
Ash stretches as he walks over to Indy, spinning her again, causing her to squeal and giggle as she holds onto the seat. A shot of something runs through me, and I can’t pinpoint what it is. Jealousy? Irritation? I don’t know. All I can think is, why didn’t I spin her around to make her laugh like that? Why hadn’t that even been a thought in my mind?
It’s her brother. You can’t be jealous of her fucking brother. Even as those thoughts enter my brain, I can’t listen. I must be jealous, not the kind of jealous where you worry about another man taking your girl. But a kind of jealous that I’m not the type of man that can casually walk up to his girl and do something to make her giggle that way. I have zero spontaneity, and seeing the happiness on her face, I realize it’s something she enjoys.
“So,” Ash says from next to my station as he stares over the artwork while I fill the ink cups. “What are you planning this year?” I’m about to ask what he’s talking about when I see he’s looking at the dizzy, laughing girl.
