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Derek jumps off of the couchto pick me up, and starts swinging me around. “Of course you’re coming with me, babe. We are going to have so much fun!”
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Derek
After giving me my gift, Rylie runs back upstairs to change into her pajamas. I’m not sure when she started to feel comfortable enough to wear them around me, but she has been doing it a lot lately. That has to mean she is starting feel safe with me. At least, I think it does. I get comfortable on the couch while I’m waiting. The vision of her freaking out with my Dad pops into my head. Seeing Rylie flip out like that was hard to witness. This is more than just Caleb. Someone else hurt her, and after the reactions she had with Mum, Mum told me she got upset when they were out, and with Dad’s cologne, I would bet my trust fund it was her parents. Shit! What all has happened to this girl?
She never talks about her parents. She has photos all over her house, even a few of me and hertogether, but there are none that are old enough to be her parents. There are a couple of photographs of a woman that may have been old enough, but Rylie said that was her friend Gayle. It’s like Rylie’s entire past is one big secret. I want to ask her about it so bad, but I hold my tongue. I know one wrong move or one wrong word, and she will cut me out of her life. I’m not sure if I could ever get back in.
I try to shake off the bad shitby pulling out the tickets that she gave me. I’m laughing when I realize that she paid for our first official date, when Rylie walks in to the room. “What’s so funny?” she asks, as she plops down on the other end of the sofa.
“Nothing. Just thinking.” I can tell she is fixing to ask about what, so, I jump up and put a movie in. I don’t even pay attention to what I pick up. I sit back down and grab Rylie’s feet and pull them into my lap. As the movie starts, I hear Rylie snort. I look up and see that I inadvertently picked Titanic.
“I thought you hated this movie?” she says and giggles.
“I do.” I have hated this movie since the first time my parents took me on cruise. They made me watch it the night before we left, and I was so afraid that the cruise ship would sink, I almost pissed my pants just getting on to the ship. I am not watching this shit--again. I start to get up, but she uses her legs to push me down. I look over at her and she is smiling at me while shaking her head.
Sighing in defeat,I sit back and pull her feet back into my lap. I hear her giggle again, and I cut my eyes at her. “You will pay for this. We’re watching the movieItnext.”
Her eyes get really big, “You know I hate clowns.” I just smile and nod, then look back at the stupid ass movie and try to think of ways to make Rylie piss her pants.
Chapter 17
Rylie
Derek and I ended up eating pizza and watching movies all night.
"It's getting pretty late. I better head home." Derek says through a yawn.
We've also had a few beers, not many, but I'm not sure that he should be driving. "Yeah, it is late. Why don't you just stay?" I ask him.
He smiles and nods his head, stands up, and reaches down to grab my hand. He pulls me up and tugs me to my bedroom.
"You could sleep on the couch?" I say as we walk into my room and jump onto my bed.
He looks down and gives me a shit eating grin. "Hell no! I get invited to spend the night with a gorgeouswoman; I'm sleeping in her bed." Even though I know he’s not trying to be a jerk about this, it still rubs me the wrong way.
“Why are you doing this?”
“What do you mean, babe?”
Iroll over to prop myself up on to my arms and look at him. “I’m fucked up Derek. I freaked out over a frigging smell!”
“So? What’s your point?” He’s looking back at meas if he’s trying to find answers for my mood swing in my stormy eyes.
“I don’t know,” I sighheavily as I move to lay flat on my back. “I guess, I just think that you deserve better than me.”
Out of nowhere, Derekis above my face and begins to kiss me. I love the feel of his lips on mine, but there is something different about this kiss. It’s slow, sweet, and full of something that feels like…hope. After being lost in him for a few moments, Derek slightly pulls away from my swollen lips and brings his hand to my face and cradles it gently.
“Stop talking that shit and relax with me, babe.” He says against my lips.
I pull away from him androll on to my side, tucking my arms around my wanton body. I want him--bad. I can feel the wetness of my need pooling between my thighs, but I know that this isn’t the time or place to do anything about it. Derek definitely does not need to know how I am feeling and what he does to my body.
Feeling the urge to splash cool water on to my face,I roll off of my bed and go into the bathroom to clean myself up. When I come out, Derek is already in the bed with covers pulled up to his waist. I slide in and start to lay on my side, but Derek grabs me around the middle and pulls me into him. In the warm embrace of his arms, we fall asleep. I dream of sex for the first time years. It's not painful. There's no groping hands or drunken kisses. It's all pleasure, and fun.
I wake up with Derek's body running the length of my back. One of his legs is carefully tucked between mine, and my panties feel saturated. His hands are making small circles on my stomach, and I can feel his cock hard against my ass. Knowing that I shouldn’t, I grind into it and let out a quiet moan. I can’t help myself when I do it again. It feels so damn good. Derek's body stills. Oh no! He's awake.
We lay still for a moment, not saying a word, before he finally starts to move. I’m hoping that he’ll ignore what has just happened, but instead his hand slowly starts to make a path down toward my panties. Teasing with the waist band, he waits for me to object to his wandering fingers, but I don’t have it in me to tell him to stop. I need this. I need him—his touch. I slowly nod my head in acceptance and slightly lift my leg to give his hand more space to roam, while he gently slides his warm hand into my panties, and tortuously runs two of his fingers up and down the length of my core. The sensation is overwhelming and causes me to turn my head into my pillow and moan. It’s been so long since I’ve felt like this—too long. Finding my entrance, Derek lightly teases it, coating the tips of his fingers in my wetness, then slides them back up to my throbbing bud. Starting out with slow smooth circles, he works my body in to a manic frenzy, then picks up the pace, eliciting loud pants and moans out of my wanton body.
