Nerd Girl (18 page)

“Fuck me, Derrick,” I whisper against his lips. He quickly dives in and starts to kiss me with desperation. His hands are everywhere on my body. He moves back and forth between squeezing my ass and palming my breasts, almost like he can’t decide which he wants to feel more. I reach for the hem of his shirt and lift it up and over his head. Our mouths are only parted for the seconds it takes to rid his body of the shirt. Like magnets, we’re drawn back together. Derrick brings his hands around to the front of my body and starts unbuttoning my shirt. He slides it off my arms and admires my pretty gray and pink bra.

“This is nice,” he says, running his finger along the edge of the pink lace. “Are you wearing the panties that match?”

“You’ll have to take my pants off to find out,” I tease. With a frustrated growl, he lifts me off my feet carrying me further into the house, yanking off my jeans before sitting me on the kitchen island. The cold granite is a shock to my overheated skin, causing me to yelp in surprise. Derrick and I have only ever had sex in a bed, so this very different for us. The island puts my pelvis conveniently at the perfect height for his cock. He stands between my spread legs and eases me back to lay on the flat surface.

“Look at you, baby, you’re so perfect. I love every inch of your body,” he praises me as his hands skim over the hills and valleys of my body. He pushes my bra up over my breasts and leans down to suckle on one of my nipples. I’ve come to realize my nipples are incredibly sensitive and generate the strongest response from me when they are stimulated. Derrick switches to the other nipple, giving it the same attention. I couldn’t help but arch my back, offering up more for him to devour. All of a sudden he stops his ministrations to my chest and straightens up looking down at me.

“Do you trust me?” What kind of question is that?

“Yes!” Is the only answer I can give him. He looks so sexy just standing there in his jeans. They ride just low enough to show his impressive “V” leading down the happy trail to his groin. His chiseled chest is a piece of art, and his pierced nipples make me want to reach out and play with them.

“Do me a favor, turn around, so your head hangs off the counter.” I have no idea why he wants to do this, but I do as he asks and flip around, hanging my head off the edge of the counter. Derrick circles the island I’m laying on running his hands up and down my body and then finally peeling my panties off. I’m completely naked, save for my bra that is pushed up under my chin. As his circuit ends back near my head, Derrick undoes his button and pulls down his jeans causing his beautiful cock to spring out and bounce off his stomach. Stepping out of his pants he gives his cock a few hasty jerks and then moves in closer, rubbing his tip across my lips. I open up and take him in as deep as I can. He tastes so good. I suckle and lick his delicious cock.

With one hand busy palming my breast and pinching my nipple, he uses the other to rub quick circles around my clit. I reach my arms up and around his body pulling him in closer, so I can massage his fabulous ass while I lick him almost to climax. Derrick throws his head back and pants, enjoying our mutual satisfaction. He must be getting close because the pressure of his pinch on my nipple increased to an almost painful ache. Derrick taps on my cheek for me to let go of his cock, pulls out and swiftly flips me back around, so he’s standing between my legs. He leans down and fishes a condom out of his jeans pocket, tears open the packet, and rolls it down over his cock. Lining his cock up with my drenched pussy, he thrusts inside me balls deep and I wrap my legs around him for leverage. His mouth crashes down on mine as he thrusts in and out quickening his pace. I reach my hands out grasping the edges of the counter, so I don’t get pushed further away. I need to be as close to Derrick as I can. Wrapping his arms around my legs, he pulls me in for each thrust, yanking me onto his cock. I can feel my inner muscles tightening, getting ready for an intense climax.

“Oh, baby, fuck you feel good. I’ve missed you so much, missed this. Promise you’ll never leave me again.” He moans and grinds his pelvis right into my clit, setting me off. My whole body shivers and my mouth drops open in a silent scream as I cum. Derrick pulls out to the tip and thrusts inside me once more before he growls out his own pleasure and erupts inside my body. Exhausted, Derrick leans down over me, his body covering mine like a warm blanket and kisses me. Holy shit is all I can think right now. I’m not that experienced, but I think that was some phenomenal sex. Derrick lays his head between my breasts and we both try and catch our breath. I love this man with all my heart and wrap my arms around him, trying to stay in this moment for as long as I can. Our own safe little cocoon. Derrick and I never have a problem when it’s just us together. When you bring in other outside influences or other attitudes, that’s when we have a problem. By firing Mitzi today, Derrick proved to me that I’m his choice.

“Am I crushing you, sweetheart?” His voice is muffled from the way he’s laying and his hot breath blows over me, leaving tingles on my skin. Granted the kitchen island is not the most comfortable place to be laying, but I don’t want to move from this spot yet.

“I’m perfect,” I whisper into his hair and hold him tighter to my body.

“I’ve missed you, Amy. I promise I’ll never hurt you again.” Derrick lifts his head, resting his chin on my chest and brushes a few wayward hairs back from my face. “I’ve been miserable without you.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“Lets get you cleaned up and then I’ll make you some dinner.” The cool air gives me goose bumps as Derrick pushes up off of me and pulls out of my body. He yanks a few paper towels off the roll and disposes of the condom into the trash can. Bending down to retrieve his jeans, he pulls them on, ignoring the button and helps lift me off the island. My back is sweaty from our excertions, and I stick to the granite as I peel myself away from it. Planting his hands on either side of me, Derrick dives in for a heated kiss. Neither one of us hear the door open.

“Well, well, well,” Riven says, announcing his presence. I snap my head up to see him standing at the entrance to the kitchen, looking at us with a mischievious twinkle in his blue eyes. I am completely naked and Derrick only has his pants on. It’s completely obvious what we’ve been doing and Riven looks like he’s ready to take advantage of the situation. I scramble off the island, searching the floor for Derricks discarded shirt while he shields me with his body.

“What the hell, Riv,” Derrick growls at him. Riven just laughs and leans in the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest. I quickly pull on Derricks shirt and throw my hair over my shoulder.

“Miss Kitty, this is the second time I’ve caught you in nothing but your skin. I didn’t realize you were such an exhibisionist, but then again…” he says looking at his fingernails, “the way you get around on that pole should have clued me in.”

“Dude, you have about five seconds to get out of here before I pound you.” Derrick threatens while cracking his knuckles. I just flash Riven the stink eye over Derricks’ shoulder. He snorts and then starts to laugh.

“No need, man, I’m just happy to see the two of you back together. I’m tired of looking at your miserable ass moping around the house.” Riven reaches out and high fives Derrick then pulls him in for a quick guy hug/back slap. It takes me a second to realize my shield has been removed, so I try and pull the shirt lower to cover my thighs a little more.

“Thanks, Riv, that means a lot to us. Now, get the hell out of here. Amy and I have some more making up to do,” Derrick says, patting Riven on the back and shooting me a wink.

“Yeah, I guess so. Don’t forget to clean up the island. You know, I love Miss Kitty, but I don’t want to be eating my breakfast next to her butt prints,” he jokes. My eyes go round, and I quickly look down at the island. Sure enough, my two butt cheek prints are staring back at me. I grab the surface cleaner from underneath the sink, a few paper towels and start wiping down the island. Riven just busts out laughing, and Derrick snorts at my attempt to clean up the evidence of our tryst.

“You have a fabul-ass, Miss Kitty! Catch you later, love birds,” are his parting words as he laughs his way out the door.

“Fabul-ass?” I wrinkle my forehead in confusion and Derrick just smiles at me.

“Sweets, you’re not wearing panties.” He says.

“Yeah, I know. So?”

“When you bent over to grab the cleaner, your um…shirt…kind of rode up a little.”

“Okay?” That’s when it hits me. I freaking mooned them when I bent down to get the cleaner. Oh, crap! I hang my head in embarrassment. Derrick wraps me in his arms, trying to soothe my wounded pride.

“He’s right, you do have a fabul-ass and it’s all mine!” His comment makes me laugh. I look up into his smiling face and stretch up to meet his lips. It’s a sweet kiss that turns heated when he grabs two handfuls of my fabul-ass, and I shove my hand down the front of his jeans palming his rapidly hardening cock. Releasing one of my ass cheeks Derrick yanks the t-shirt over my head, leaving me naked once again. Lifting me into his arms and carrying me to the couch, he places me down, lowers his jeans and crawls between my spread thighs again. Hmm, I guess him cooking me dinner will have to wait. Derrick obviously has an appetite right now, but it’s not for food. Who am I to deny him his fill?

***Derrick***

Making up with Amy is one of my favorite things. I’ll never take the risk of losing her again, but I just might piss her off occasionally so we can have more of the fucking awesome make-up sex. When I slid inside her that first time today, it felt like I was coming home. It’s that great feeling you get when you’ve been gone for a while, and you return to a place of comfort and safety. Amy is my home. I love her and will spend every day making sure she knows it. When I look into her stormy gray eyes, I see my future. It’s a future filled with laughs, happiness, friendship, passion and love everlasting.

A few months ago, when I signed on to do that author event, I never thought in a million years I would meet the girl of my dreams. Especially in the mens room, of all places. She surprised me then, and she surprises me now. When I tripped over her, trying to get away from that mob of women, I didn’t just fall on her, I fell in love with her. It’s not a fairy tale love story, but I’m going to do my best to make sure we have our happily ever after.

***Epilogue***

Nerd Girl Problem # Nope, no problem. Because sometimes, dreams do come true.

“S
o, Mr. Celluci, that’s what would be included in your training package if you decided to accept a membership here at Galaxy Fitness. You also are entitled to use of the pool, steam rooms, and the various classes offered here.” I’ve been stuck in my office with this grumpy ex-marine for an hour now, explaining our training packages and ameneties to him. I realize not all people are friendly, but he doesn’t need to be such a dick.

“Yes, thank you for explaining all that to me, Miss. Jenkins, but is your trainer qualified to assist a client with my specific…needs?” He barks the question at me.

“Mr. Celluci, Riven is amply qualified to assist you. He’s one of the best trainers we have here. Anything you are looking to work on can be discussed with him, and the two of you can work out a plan to suit your needs.” I fold my hands together on top of my desk and watch him read over the membership contract for the sixth time. He’s a good looking guy, about 35 years old in my estimation, salt and pepper colored hair, broad shoulders, and haunted chocolate brown eyes. This guy has a story to tell, but he’s such a grouch I don’t think many people would care to delve deep enough to find out what that story is. He signs off on the contract, and I take his credit card to charge his membership fee.

“Now that all that is taken care of, let me give you a tour of the facilities and I can introduce you to Riven.” I stand and round the corner of my desk as Mr. Celluci takes his time getting up. He braces his muscular hands on the arms of the chair and pushes himself out of the chair. I take in his tall frame, hunter green t-shirt, and khaki cargo shorts. His prosthetic leg is what’s hindering his movement, but once he gains his feet, he follows me out of the office and down toward the weight rooms. I chatter on and on about the gym and what a wonderful place it is to workout and socialize. Cara has had me doing sales since I started on as her office manager a few months ago. I love it, and I’m surrounded by my friends all day long. I get my weekends off so I can spend them with Derrick. I make it a point to visit Barb once a week to pick up new books and have a cup of coffee with her. She’s very proud of me and has hired another college student to take over my old position at The Book Mark.

The weight rooms are crowded today, but I spot Riven off to the side, speaking with Cara about something. I head toward them with Mr. Celluci following behind me.

“Excuse me, Cara, Riven. I’d like to introduce you to Galaxy’s newest client, Mr. Anthony Celluci.” I make the introductions with a bright smile, but the grouch just grunts as he leans over to shake hands with Riven and then Cara.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Celluci,” Cara says with a sincere smile. “I like to be on a first name basis with all my clients, so can I call you Tony?” He frowns at her.

“Anthony would be fine,” He answers through knashed teeth. Wow, he must have taken a double dose of cranky pills this morning. Cara just shoots me a confused look, and Riven steps forward to speak with Anthony. I make my excuses and leave the two men to discuss possible workout routines that will ensure Anthony can reach his goals. Riven is the best trainer for a client like Anthony. I’m almost back to my office when Cara catches up to me.

“What crawled up that guys butt? Have you ever met such a grouch?” She’s asking the same questions I’ve been asking myself since he came in looking for a membership.

“I guess he’s perpetually in a bad mood, Cara. The guy didn’t smile, once, the whole time he was in my office.”

“He’s dreamy looking with those chocolate brown eyes, but his attitude makes him not worth the effort. Why are all the good ones either taken or ass holes?” Cara plops herself in the same chair Anthony just vacated, crossing her arms across her chest and sticking out her bottom lip in a pout.

“Oh, I don’t know, Cara, you might be able to thaw Anthony’s frozen heart if you set your mind to it,” I tease. This is the first time she’s questioned me about one of our male clients. He got to her somehow during that introduction. Cara is a great person, and any guy would be lucky to claim Cara for his own. Even a grumpy ex marine with a missing leg.

“No, thanks, Tony, the Jabroni, is to much of a challenge,” she says, rolling her eyes.

“Cara, do you say that because of his prosthetic?” I ask. I want to know what the real issue is. She seemed semi interested in learning more about him.

“I’m not that shallow, Amy. No, the missing limb doesn’t bother me. It’s all the baggage and attitude that comes with that prosthetic. He’s obviously not had it long and is still nursing wounded pride.” I guess she might be right. I’d probably have a shitty attitude as well if I lost a limb. I’m sure he has some sort of PTSD from the events that happened to him. Note to self. Give Anthony a break. He might be a crab ass but just keep smiling when he acts like a dick.

“So you do think he’s hot?”

“No, comment!” Is her quick answer. “Derrick coming home tonight?” Nice subject change, Cara.

“Yeah, he should be back in town around 6:00. Caleb sent me a text message about an hour ago.” Caleb is Derricks amazing new agent. He’s young, hungry, and ambitious. He pushes Derrick to work harder and supports his decisions. Caleb also keeps me informed of all happenings in Derricks schedule and is courteous to me when we have to attend events. When Derrick fired Mitzi, and the agency wanted to know why, he told them flat out what had been going on. They were very apologetic and assigned Derrick their new hot shot with a sweet side, Caleb. In all honesty, I prefer a male agent for Derrick. It’s not that I don’t trust him because I do. I just don’t like the idea of him traveling and spending time with another woman that’s not me.

“So what are your plans for when he gets back?” Cara asks.

“Um, well…I think we’re having dinner tonight with Riven and Layla and then…” I can feel my face heating up in a blush and look everywhere but at Cara’s face.

“Okay, okay, enough said.” She interrupts me. “Oh to be young and in love.”

“You’re not that much older than us, Cara. Maybe you’re looking for love in the wrong places.”

“Oh, honey, I’ve looked for love in all the places, right, wrong, up, down, and all the spaces in between.”

“I’d bet money that love will catch you when you least expect it.” Poor Cara, she has so much to offer a good man, and she’s beautiful inside and out.

“Meh, let me live vicariously through you for a while. They say love comes looking for you when you’re not looking for it. I guess I’ll just stop looking and hope for the best.” Cara gets up from her chair, leaning over to kiss my cheek. “Enjoy your eveing and tell Derrick I expect a visit soon.”

“I will. Keep your chin up, Cara.” I tell her. “Somebody wonderful is out there waiting for you.” Taking her hands in my mine I give her a reassuring squeeze. I hear a ping alerting one of us of a text message. Automatically we both check our phones and I’m disappointed when I realize the message wasn’t mine. Cara stare’s down at her screen with a huge smile on her face.

“Good news?” I ask her. I wonder who it is that put that smile on her face. She looks up at me and flashes me more of that smile and pockets her phone again.

“The best news. Sweetie, you’ve been here all day. Go on home and get ready for Derrick.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep, get out of here and enjoy yourself.” I quickly gather my things and shut down my computer for the day. Cara grabs me in a tight hug as I try to walk past her.

“Good luck tonight.” She says wiping a single tear from the corner of her eye. Before I can ask her what’s wrong, she rushes out of the office. That was weird. I hope that was a happy tear, something to do with the message she got. I’ll call her later just to make sure she’s okay. I’ve got to get home and get ready for my man. He’s been gone since Tuesday and I can’t wait to see him.

*****

The driveway of the townhouse is full. I see Riven’s Jeep, Layla’s Bronco and surprisingly Derrick’s Challenger are already here. I glance at the clock, realizing everyone is early. I wasn’t supposed to get out of work for another hour, and they were supposed to show up later on. What the heck is happening? I guess there is only one way to find out. Grabbing my purse, I get out of the car and walk up to the front door. As soon as I open the door, I can smell the delicious food that someone has prepared and see the dining room table laid out beautifully with four place settings. I hear running water and pots being clanked around, so I head toward the kitchen.

“Derrick? Are you here?” I say, announcing my presence.

“I’m in here, sweets,” he answers, followed by hushed whispers from what I assume are Riven and Layla. Something is definitely up with all of my friends. What it could be is making me nervous. Derrick stands at the island pouring glasses of white wine while Riven stirs something in a pan on the stove, and Layla shoves a cheese slice into her mouth. I walk directly to where Derrick is standing. Wrap my arms around his waist, hugging him to my body, and stretch up on my tippy toes to welcome him home with a kiss.

“Mmm, hi, baby. I’ve missed you.” He places the wine bottle down on the counter and snuggles me in his arms. As always our kiss gets out of hand, and we forget about the audience. It takes a loud throat clearing as a reminder to break us apart.

“Dude, I know you’re not exactly hungry for food at the moment, but I am. Let’s eat and then you can stroke Miss Kitty.” Derrick reluctantly peels his lips off mine and leaves me with a peck on the forehead.

“Always such a damn cock blocker, Riv; you just wait. One day I’ll return the favor.” Derrick grumps at Riven while taking over at the stove. Riven looks at me with a teasing grin and winks. Whatever Riv. The sooner we eat, the sooner they can leave, and I can be alone with Derrick. He takes these trips a few times a month, and I miss him more and more each time he’s gone. I wander into the kitchen and look over Derricks’ shoulder to find him simmering shrimp in a pan. Awe, he’s making my favorite, shrimp scampi. I have the best boyfriend in the world.

Once everything is cooked to perfection and transferred into the dining room, we all file in and take our seats. The meal is delicious, and the conversation flows easily with lots of laughs and details about Derricks latest trip. Riven talks about his new client, Mr. Celluci, and he discusses possible workout routines with Derrick for him. Layla and I talk about the details for an upcoming author signing that we are attending in New York City. Anita Wells will be there. She is releasing a new book and is bringing her new cover model. I’ve never heard of him before, but I can’t wait to get my hands on her new book. I’ve eaten so much of the succulent shrimp and had about three glasse of wine. Excusing myself, I get up and walk down the hall to the downstairs bathroom. I do my business, wrestle my pantyhose back up my legs, and turn on the water to wash my hands. Just as I reach out to grab a hand towel, someone comes bursting through the door. I get knocked back a few steps when I realize it’s Derrick who’s just barged in. I start to worry for a minute that he might be sick.

“Derrick? Are you alright?” He does look a little pale, and his forehead is sweating.

“Yeah, sure, I’m ok…mm hmm,” he babbles. His eyes are big, round saucers and he keeps nodding his head. Blink, Derrick.

“Okay then, did you need something? I can leave if you don’t feel well.” I move to get past him, but he stops me by placing his hand on my arm.

“No!” He squeaks, “don’t leave.” He looks away from me and laughs. “You know, when I ran into you in that bathroom nine months ago, I wasn’t expecting to fall for you.”

“Yeah, I know, you fell on top of me. I guess I was in the wrong place at the right time,” I joke.

“That mob of women chased me all over that ballroom. I needed a break to catch my breath. Imagine my surprise when I found the sexiest librarian I’d ever seen occupying my hiding spot,” Derrick says while running his hand through his fauxhawk messing it up.

“Only I wasn’t a librarian. Imagine my surprise when I ran into the star of all of my fantasies.”

“Amy, I want to be the star in all your fantasies for the rest of our lives.” His hand is shaking as he reaches into his jeans pocket and pulls out a small black box. Opening the box reveals a stunning emerald cut diamond ring. I cover my mouth with both hands as Derrick takes a knee. He removes the ring from the box and holds it out in front of him. “I’ve already asked Pops and GG for their permission. Amy Jenkins, I love you beyond what words can describe. You make me a better person and life is never dull when you’re around. You have totally captured my heart, and I want to spend the next fifty or so years making you as happy as you make me.” Taking a deep breath, he continues, “will you make me the happiest man alive by agreeing to become my bride?”

This has got to be a dream. I can’t believe my ears. Derrick Walker is kneeling in front of me, holding out a ring, asking me to marry him. I need someone to pinch me, so I know I’m not dreaming. It takes the loud rhythmic pounding on the bathroom door behind him to snap me out of my daze. Derrick just laughs, and I focus on his smiling face as the voices on the other side of the door become clear. It’s Riven and Layla banging on the door chanting, “Say yes, say yes.” It makes me laugh as well, that our close friends were part of this memorable day. A few months ago we met in a bathroom, changing both our lives forever. It seems fitting that he chose another bathroom to ask me this question. Looking down at Derrick, still kneeling in front of me. I cup his handsome face in my hands. Leaning over I brush my lips against his and whisper my answer against his lips.

“Yes, I’ll marry you. I love you, too, Derrick.” Slipping the ring on my finger, it’s a perfect fit. A perfect fit, just like we are together.