The Feel Good Factor(52)
The last person I want to discuss my sex life with is my brother, so I shoo him off. “Go. Be on your way.”
He tips an imaginary hat and takes off, while I noodle on his parting words. Derek and I do get along well. We get along great.
I’m not a fool though.
I might play the tough girl with my friends, but inside I’m aware of the risks with Derek. I’m aware of the possibility that . . . whatever this is . . . could go belly-up before our end date.
And even if it doesn't, it’ll end.
It’ll end.
But as I gaze at Derek while he chats with Hunter, Gabe, and Arden, the last thing I want is to stop.
*
We leave together in my car.
As I pull onto the road, Derek fiddles with the radio. “You don’t want Shaw to be with Vanessa?”
“How could you tell?”
He laughs. “Maybe by the way you pulled him aside and seemed to read him the riot act after he ogled her?”
“He did ogle her, didn’t he?” I ask, flicking on my turn signal as I slow at a light.
“Looks like she ogled him too though. Hate to break it to you.”
I shoot him a withering glare. “I’ll pretend you didn’t say that.”
“So I was right. You don’t want them to be together?”
“He’s kind of a player. But I also don’t think there’s anything there. They’ve known each other for twenty-four years, and it’s not like anything has happened before.”
“Sounds like they’ve had twenty-four years, then, for the connection to slowly burn.”
I set a hand on his forehead. “Yes, you do have a fever.”
He squeezes my thigh as I head down the next street. “You suffer from denial.”
“He’s just Shaw being Shaw. He’s flirty with her sometimes. That’s all.”
“And she’s flirty right back. You notice that, right?”
I shoot him an admonishing look. “Derek, I adore you and your ability to cook and give me multiple orgasms and bowl as terribly as I do. But you are not allowed to discuss the possibility of my brother being with one of my best friends.”
He laughs louder. “Why not? It seems like he’s really into her. And it seems like she’s really into him.”
“It can’t happen.”
“Why?”
I swallow roughly and think of the answer. “Because she deserves the world. She deserves the best man possible.”
“Isn’t that your brother?”
“I love him fiercely. I’d go to war for him. But Shaw is a goofball and a supreme ladies’ man. She needs somebody who’s going to treat her like a queen. That’s what she deserves. Also, if you keep discussing my brother, you’re going to turn me off, when ten minutes ago I was picturing you bending me over the bed. Do you really want that on your conscience?”
He mimes zipping his lips.
*
After we head inside, he wastes no time. He takes me to his bedroom and our clothes come off in record time.
“Turn around. Bend over the bed. Get your ass in the air.”
I lower my chest, pressing my elbows to the mattress, fashioning my body into an L. He reaches for my wrists, stretching my arms above my head, then kisses his way down my spine. I squirm and moan as he flicks his tongue along my back, teasing me to the point of exquisite torture. I’m hot and wet and already moaning. He’s hard and ready and practically grunting.
He slides a hand between my legs, slipping a finger inside me, and I rock against his hand. “You’re always so wet for me, kitten. So slick and ready for my fingers, my cock, my tongue.”
“You turn me on so much,” I breathe as he adds another finger, then thrusts deeper. “You’ve had me like this all night.”
“I can tell, and I fucking love it. I love how wild you are for me.” He crooks his fingers inside, sliding another one across my clit, and I scream in pleasure, tossing my head back, careening toward the edge already.
“Yes,” I cry out.
“Fuck, Perri. I love watching you come. The way you let go. I want to feel you come on my hand any fucking second.”
And he nearly has his dirty wish. I don’t quite come on command, but I’m quick. Several hard, fast thrusts of his fingers hitting just the right spot, and I detonate.
I don’t even have time to come down before he’s driving into me. I cry out again from the sheer intensity of his thick cock sliding deep inside.
“Yes. This. You,” he mutters, his voice smoky. “I’ve never wanted anyone like this.” He punctuates each word with a thrust. “Never.”
His words send me soaring. “Me neither.”
Another thrust. “Yeah?”
“I want you so much,” I pant.
He grinds into me, harder, farther. “So fucking much, kitten. So fucking much.”
“Same. It’s the same for me.”
He drapes his chest over my back, telling me to keep my hands above my head, stretched out on the mattress.
He grinds against me, taking me, having me, making me feel wildly insane with pleasure as he growls in my ear, whispering filthy words.
So fucking hot.