Only Skin Deep (15 page)

“You
got your lip busted though.”
Deja
blanched. “I hate
the thought of you getting hurt or being beat down.”

Derek
filled her cup first, then his. “Love, they didn’t beat me down. Got a good
lick in, but not felled or beat down.”

“You’re
not a fighter Derek.” She touched the forming scab gingerly.

“One
day we’ll talk about my past, but not now.” A haunted look shimmered in his
eyes and then was gone. Derek distracted her by taking her palm in his hand and
kissing it.

“You’re
right,
we don’t really know much about one another.”
She inhaled. “Smells the same and doesn’t taste too bad.”

“Good.”
Derek smiled.

His
smile reminded her of a bright sunny day. His dimples showed making him seem
more boyish than man, more relaxed than serious. His eyes lit up and he just
looked fabulous. When he beamed at her, her insides melted. For a minute, her
stress went away. If only he could smile twenty-four/seven. His lips on her
palm made her heart flutter and her sex clench.

While
she drank, she’d nabbed the yellow book and thumbed to the physicians section.
“I do need someone. I think there’s a women’s group not far from here in Kansas
City.”

“A what?”

“A women’s group.
Midwives instead of
traditional doctors.”
Deja
helped him scour
the pages, looking for the name.

“How
far away is the office located?”

“Maybe twenty minutes.”

“Highway miles?”

“Yeah.
Here, have a look.
Midwest Women’s
Place.”
She scrolled for the number.

“I
just want to make sure you’ll be okay. Anything out of town makes me nervous.”

“It’s
closer than an in-town place. The closest here is about thirty miles away, with
stoplights too.”

“You’re
the local.” Derek flipped his phone on. “Shall we call now? We can go see them.
If they’re a good fit we’ll consider them for your maternity care,”

“Sure.
Derek?”

“Hmm?”

“I
meant to ask you, what did you mean by my family wouldn’t rearrange their time
to take care of me?”

“When
I got home your phone kept vibrating so I answered. Your sister was on the
line, telling me about how hectic everyone’s schedule was. She said she’d ditch
her afternoon class since no one could come get you for a day or two.”

“Oh.”
Deja
frowned.

“Doesn’t
matter
Deja
, I’m glad you were still here. I’d worry
if anyone but me got to take care of you, or someone I trusted or hired.”

“No.
It’s just disappointing.” She pushed her coffee away.

“What
love?” Concern laced Derek’s voice.

“They
never make time to help me. This isn’t the first time. I dislocated my shoulder
once, and had to take the bus home from the hospital.” The hurt of her family’s
selfishness and nonchalant attitude about her wellbeing was a crushing blow.

“How’d
you dislocate your shoulder?”

“An
ex-boyfriend wrenched it during a heated argument.” Her admission must’ve
startled him, because his eyes got big and color flushed across his face.

“Who
was it, so I can pound him?”

“He’s
not worth the anger. My family doesn’t even talk about it except for when it
first happened. My grandma asked what I did to piss him off. My mom and dad
pretended nothing happened. ”

“Why
would your family condone abuse?” Derek snarled.

“Down boy.
I think they were in denial. Grandma is from a
different time. We were young, both finishing college. He had a bright political
future planned for us with his charming attitude. Not to mention, he had the
body of a male model. Suave charm can be disarming and misleading. We dated for
a few years and during the end of our relationship, his true colors came out.
No one knew he had the temper of a viper and riled too easy. And that’s just
when he was sober. Drunk, he became a monster.”

“And?”

“I
left him immediately. He’d given me an engagement ring. After I got out of the
hospital, I gave him back his ring and told him I’d cut his balls off with
garden shears if he ever came near me again.”

Derek
exhaled.

“It’s
okay big guy. I do know how to stand up for myself.”

“Practice
makes perfect, next is having a sit down with your family. I have to be honest
with you
Deja
,
I don’t hold much respect for them.”

“I
know. You‘ve had this I could kill every one of them look on your face all
morning. I enable them though, so everything is as much my fault as theirs. I
should’ve quit helping out years ago. Giving up so much for them is what’s
crushing when they can’t have my back when I need it most. At the same time, I
feel good giving to my siblings. They’re as much my children as my mother’s. I
spent the most time with them, know everything about each one. I bend backward
to make sure they’re okay, not out of wanting to gain something, but out of
love. Their devotion has strings attached it seems. But they’re still family at
the end of the day when all is said and done. You’re an only child. I wish
you’d have had a bigger family to understand the dynamics. Family is
complicated. Nothing is simple.”

His
arms enclosed around her. Next thing she knew, he’d lifted her onto his lap.
“You have me.” He pressed a kiss to her lips breaking through the seam of her
frown. Being in his arms gave her solace. She let him
in,
let him take control, his tongue melded with hers. Heat zinged down her spine
causing moisture to pool between her thighs. An aching need surged, beginning
with her nipples pebbling underneath her T-shirt.
Deja
moaned, leaning closer into his body heat, letting him devour her with his
gentle mastering touch.

Derek
wasted no time in removing her clothing. Clad in only panties moments later, he
whisked them off, her body blazed on fire when he ran his finger along the seam
of her core. God, he enjoyed toying with her, and on his time. While she
burned, he took foreplay to a whole new level. Impatient for more,
Deja
rocked her hips up for deeper contact. Finally, he
grazed her clit, pressed the button. At her intake of breath, he slipped a
finger into her, appeasing her gnawing need. She let out a ragged sigh,
pressing down, her sheath clenching his digit. Pulsating with hunger, she
reacted with aggression bringing
herself
on and off
him. “Derek.” Breathing heavy, she tore her mouth from his and shoved her hands
down the elastic of his boxers, freeing his rock hard erection. She fisted her
hand around his cock, working from tip to base while moving her body in sync to
his finger fucking. His second finger insertion made her cry out.
Deja
grazed his shoulder with her teeth, nipping her way
across his muscular shoulder into his corded neck. “Fuck me already.”

Derek
stood with her in his arms. Scorching heat flickered in his hazel gaze as the
cocky smirk on his face stole her breath.

“Fucking
you on my breakfast nook is fitting.” Rough knuckles grazed the inside of her
thighs, evoking a deep longing needing to be fulfilled. Just when she thought
she’d die, he trailed his knuckles up the v of her slit, grazing them across
her clit. Derek knew teasing her drove her insane. A low keen began to work its
way free from her throat. The sting of sweet pain caused her clit to pulsate
when he slapped her breast. Derek wasn’t done with his decadent torture. He
lowered his head, sucking her nipples to a painful hardness while denying her
fullness of his dick.

“Please.”
Deja
wiggled on his fingers, working to make
herself
climax, clenching him. “Give it to me.” Desperation
laced her voice.

Derek
released her nipple with a loud pop and laved the sensitized buds to make her
squirm harder. “Do you think you can handle me fucking you any way I want?”

Deja
released his cock from her grasp and lifted herself
off his fingers. The nook was small but wide enough for her to scramble back.

Molten
fire leapt from Derek’s eyes. He crooked a finger at her without moving from
his spot.
Oh mama
. The intensity he
evoked with his dead calm raised her heated body up to blazing.
Deja
darted her tongue over her lips and edged forward toward
him, her body trembling in anticipation. When she got to where she’d pitch off,
he bent down to hook her thighs inside the crook of his elbows and pulled her
dripping wet sex to his face.

Deja’s
panting became ragged draws of air. The steady hum
of his breath hitting her core was painfully arousing without satiation. If she
attempted to push forward he pinned her with a harsh glare. So she waited as he
inhaled her scent, she supposed, taking his time to breathe her in. Her body
trembled, her breath hitched, butterflies tumbled in her stomach. And still he
bathed her core with his warm breath, causing goose bumps to pebble over her
flushed skin. Just when she couldn’t handle the anticipation anymore, the first
pass of his tongue spearing her gave her a minute reprieve. Impatient for more,
she pressed down, riding his whiplashing tongue moving from slit to clit. An
elicited scream poured out of her mouth.

“Such a pretty pink pussy.”

His
guttural voice infused with a dark tenor sent shards of pleasure through her.
Deja
loved Derek in his element. The quiet, broody male
kept her on pins and needles. Her breath came out in gasps. He worked her so
good she was forced to clutch the counter while he stabbed her cunt with his
tongue to keep from falling. Legs quaking, the burning spiraled in her pussy
with his assault on her senses. Two no…three more swipes and her pussy quivered.
On the brink of exploding, Derek nipped her clit halting her orgasm.
“
Ohmygod
.”
She huffed in disbelief
as he chuckled.
Damn the man
. The way
he laughed wasn’t
haha
funny but ‘you’re on my time’
funny
.

Trapped
on the table, halted by his powerful body, impatience set in as she waited for
him to stop teasing her. But begging wasn’t her way of getting desired results.
No.
Deja
took what she wanted, which was to come now
so hard she flooded his face with her cream.

“I’ll
continue this for hours if you keep moving.” There wasn’t a joking tone in his
voice. When she moved, he sucked her nub into his mouth and nicked her slit
with his nose.

“
Derek
.” She wondered where the hell the
whine out of her mouth came from. The brief feel of him grinning against her
sex told her he found her sounds amusing. She kicked out in aggravation only
relaxing when he began eating her pussy in earnest. Her climax sliced through
her fast and slammed into her so hard, her jaw locked and she couldn’t emit a
sound. The rapid thud of her heart slamming against her ribcage was a cadence in
her ears. Death couldn’t be more sublime, floated through her mind, as the
floodgates opened gifting his mouth with her nectar. Derek lapped and sucked,
the aftershocks of her culmination surged on.

“Not
done with you just yet.” He rose and thrust into her in one clean movement.
Deja
didn’t have anything to hold onto. Blindly, she
reached behind her, laying her palms on the wall to save her from the brunt of
his recoil, and braced for his jarring slam back into her, his throbbing dick
filling her womb.

When
he fucked her, she lost all conscious thought, drifting into another plane of
transcendence. Each punctuated drill had meaning.
His.
Punishment.
Pleasure.
Because I can.
Take this dick.
Those staccato
thrusts spoke in volumes both his displeasure of their fighting and his need
for her. As Derek brought her to the pinnacle, she braced herself for the spike
of pain as he got rougher, and then gentled obviously remembering she carried
his child. The change in his eyes softened as he surged hard and fast
controlling his movements with careful precision. The
glide
of his cock
in and out of her an erotic caress of the senses.

“Feels so good.”

“Fuck
yeah. No more condoms. Your pussy is the sweetest piece I’ve ever had.” He
grunted on a growl, his hips pummeling her over the edge.

“I’m
going to…”

“Oh
yeah love, come for me.” He flicked her clit with his thumb. The zing detonated
causing
Deja
to clamp down on him hard.

“Goddamn,
I’m coming.” His body shuddered, shooting hot ropes of cum into her womb.

She
loved the searing feel of his warm release in her, the smell of their
cumulative scents as he slid in and out of her, rocking slower with each stroke
bringing her down from the exquisite high. Breathing in slow hitches of air,
Deja
rose up on her elbows regarding him as her lungs began
working fully.

Derek
leaned forward and locked his lips on hers, his hands threading through her
hair. “I love you baby.” He broke off the sudden kiss, placing his forehead on
hers as their breathing regulated.
“You and me.
Us.”

Deja
wrapped her arms around his neck.
“A
team.”
His hands caressed her face, her jaw, as they remained
interlocked.

She
smiled when he slid out of her body and lifted her into his arms, relaxing into
both his physical and emotional security. In his strong arms, he kept her
wrapped in safety as he took her back to his room. “What about setting the
appointment?”