20. Indy
CHAPTER TWENTY
Indy
H oly cow.
I don't know what's in the water over here or what deal Mr. and Mrs. Rowe made with a demon, but as I stand here staring at Derek's brothers while they move blocks of hay… are they blocks? Are they even hay? I don't know; it's yellow and in a block form, but that's not the point. The point is, they're fucking gods, and I'm starting to see why everyone is into those polyamorous romance books.
"Well, goddamn," one of the men says as he looks over at us. His brown hair is up in a bun, and he's in a sweat-drenched grey t-shirt that hugs his thick body in all the right places.
"Look who it is. City boy finally coming home." Derek chuckles dryly at the man before speaking.
"Indy, this is my brother, Jackson. Jackson, Indy is the nurse helping until the permanent one arrives." Jackson's blueish eyes look me up and down before giving me a smile. He has really nice teeth.
"Tiny little thing, ain'tcha?" He chuckles while removing his gloves before letting out a whistle. "Hey! Get your dumbasses over here!" He yells, and I watch the two other men walk over. One has short, dirty blond hair, while the other has lighter blond, tousled hair and a small smirk on his face. I also note that he is tall. Well, they're all tall, but Derek stands like six foot four or five if I remember what Janie said. This guy is a couple of inches taller than him. Said man charges toward Derek and hugs him tightly.
"Goddamn," Derek grunts. "What the fuck are they feeding you?"
The one with dirty blond hair smirks while looking me over.I notice his eyes areasimilarbrownto Derek's."Well, now, ain't you just the sweetest-looking drink of tea I've ever seen."
I breathe out an embarrassed giggle because no one has ever flirted with me like that. "Hi, I'm Indy."
His hand slaps over his heart. "And a voice that was blessed by the fucking Lord himself, you must be an angel. Indy, I'm telling you right now that if you're what's waiting in heaven, well, this sinner might just have to change his ways."
Letting out an awkward huff, I glance over at Derek just in time to see the look of murder on his face, likerealmurder. I'm genuinely concerned for the man in front of me.
"You must be Carter," I smile, and apparently, that is a mistake.
"Mmm! Angel, you say my name like that, and you and I are going to—"
"Keep talking fuckstick." Derek punches his laughing brother in the abdomen.
"I'm Jensen," the tall one whispers as Derek and Carter continue to fight. I shake his large hand. "I would tell you that Carter's all talk, but he's not. I mean, you're safe, but he will try to get in your pants any chance he gets." I blush at the blunt way he speaks andamvery thankfulsuddenlythat Derek did come along.
I finish cleaning up Mr. and Mrs. Rowe or Morris and Dorothy before tidying up their nightstands. Morris is a man of few words, allof which arevulgar and rude, and wants nothing to do with my help. I would say that I feel bad for Ozzy, but I don't. Because as big of a cranky old man as Morris is, Ozzy is a bigger oneandif my prediction is correct, they'll be besties in no time. Well, that or they'll kill each other. Either way, she's tough, and I know she'll be able to handle him. I, on the other hand, may not survive him.Call it daddy issuesorwhat have you, Idon't do well with older men talking down to me.But Dorothy makes up for it. She's a sweet woman who saw me and started crying because shejustcouldn't handle her boys helping her bathe and use the bedpan anymore. But the cryingthat happenedwhenshesaw me was nothing compared to Derek coming in. That woman wailed and held Derek so tightly I thought she might come out of the bed.
"Hey there, pretty angel," Carter smirks as I leave his parent's bedroom.
I chuckle. "You are shameless. You know that?"
He gives me a sly grin thatI'm surecauses all the ladies to swoon. "Never shameless. I've been given the giftthat isyou, and I want nothing more than to show my appreciation." He waggles his eyebrows, and I let out a laugh. Carter is insane talking to me like this, knowing I'm only here because he can't keep it in his pants.
I pause at the top of the stairs. "So… I don't know if your mom or Derek told you, but because of my disability, I can't go downstairs unassisted." I watch his playful expression dim, and I inwardly groan.
Well, the flirting was fun while it lasted. But now I can see the look of Oh shit,she'sdisabled look written onhisface. So disappointing.
"You going down, baby girl?" Derek's husky whisper near my ear nearly causes my knees to give out. I watch as he shoves Carter's face, almost knocking him down the stairs without breaking our gaze.
"Yeah, sorry." I wince, but Derek ignores it and grabs me under my knees. I grip him around his tattooed neck as he carries me down the wooden stairs.
"Never apologize," he says softly while continuing down. Once at the bottom, Derek sets me down, and I give him a small smile.
"I just don't want to inconvenience anyone," I say while patting his chest and heading toward the kitchen.
The kitchen is large, whichI guessis necessary for the amount of food funneling through here. I've been told that Dorothy is a master at cooking and baking, having spent decades feeding her husband, boys, and the people who work on the ranch. Baked goods in the morning and lunches every day. I felt terrible earlier when I told her I couldn't cook to save my life. But I can bake. I was a decent baker, but when I moved in with Stevie, she and her mom and grandma taught me how to take it to the next level.
Deciding to go with a fruit and cream cheese danish, I walk around the kitchen, pulling out the ingredients I need to make the puff pastries and filling.
"What are you doing?" Derek asks, his arms crossed over his massive chest, and the fabric of his form-fitting shirt strains against his muscular form. I blush as I envision raking my nails over his chest while dipping my tongue into his belly button. I wonder what he sounds like when he really moans. When he is letting go…
"Indy?" Derek's voice snaps me back to realityandI look around at my surroundings. I'm standing in the middle of the kitchen, staring at Derek and squeezing a block of cream cheese. I blink and look from Derek to see Jackson and Jensen snickering behind Derek.
"You got a hard-on there, Indy?" Jensen snorts, and my face reddens from the embarrassment.
"Sorry," I whisper sheepishly, returning to getting my ingredients, wishing a hole would open and swallow me.
"Shut up." I hear Derek growl and watch him shove his brothers out of the kitchen. "Jesus Christ, they are still a pain in my ass." He comes closer to me, and I can smell that he's recently showered. God, that crisp soap smells so good. "Don't let those idiots embarrass you," he says softly, and I feel my hot face grow warmer. I'm flustered and sexually frustrated. Taking a slow breath, I relax my nerves before putting on my fake smile.
"Not embarrassed! I'm just enjoying all the eye candy." I watch as he stares at my mouth and then at my eyes. He frowns but backs up.
"So, what are you doing?" He asks, relieving us both at the change in subject.
"Your mom usually makes stuff for the guys in the mornings before work, so I told her I would take care of it. I can't cook, but I'm a pretty good baker." I go to look at him, and I see his jaw tense and his eyes trained on me. "So," I say slowly, feeling like I said something wrong. "I'm making danishes?"
Derek blinks out of his stare and nods. "That's kind of you. I told my brothers I'd help fix a few things around the house tomorrow, so I'll be close by when you need to get up and down the steps orif you needhelp. Try to get some rest tonight." I give him a soft smile as he walks out of the kitchen, leaving me to my task.
I'm exhausted, my legs hurt, my back hurts, and I'm in desperate need of my bed. But as I cover the last dish of danishes, I can't help but feel enormous pride. I made cherry, blueberry, and cinnamon apple danishes, which came out perfect. At least, I think they did. I'msoexcited to see if the guys like them in the morning.
I head to my room. It's a small guest room with a jack-and-jill bathroom. They have separate quarters that Ozzy will be using, but it's upstairs, and since most of my work is on the main floor, it makes sense for me to be down here. I remove my shirt, bralette, and leggings before slipping on a baggy shirt and heading into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth.
As I wipe my mouth on a towel, I pauseas Ihear a faint pant. Pressing my ear against the door, I hear a small grunt and what I believe to be Derek groaning out under his breath.
Oh my god, is he?
I bite my bottom lip and squeeze my thighs together, capturing the warmth and tingling in my center, feeling it build.
"Fuck, baby girl…" His hushed voice groans out, and my heart stops. Baby girl. I'm babygirl,unless he has others. No. Nope, I am clinging to the fantasy that I am his only darlin' and only baby girl.
I quietlymake my way out ofthe bathroom and close the sliding door before going to my suitcase.I dig around until I find my vibrator before heading to the bed. Because of my MS and some of the medications I'mon,sex and self-pleasure are not always my highest priority. It takes a lot to get me off. I need firm stimulation on my clit, and even then, I can be at it for forty-five minutes and never fully reach a release, which can be irritating, so I rarely bother.But lately, I've had desires, and after hearing Derek.
I push the button and switch to my preferred vibration speed before slipping it between my legs. "Oh," I gasp as the wand slides easily against my drenched center. I didn't realize how wet I was. Pressing the head against my clit, I groan out. God, yes. I might actually come this time.
"Mmmm…Yeah…" I pant, rocking my hips, and my free hand grabs my breast, playing with the nipple.
"Fuck, baby girl…" I hear Derek's groan in my head, and I close my eyes, imagining him between my legs, his tongue tasting me in a spot no man has before. "You taste like fucking sin."
"Fuck," I whimper. The pressure is building inside of me.
"That's it, little darlin', give me your orgasm. Such a good girl."
My legs tremble, and I cry out as my orgasm hits. I press the vibrator harder against me as I ride out the orgasm.After a second, Iturnthe vibrator off just in time to hear rapidknockingon the door.
"Indy?" Oh my god, it's Derek. Panic fills me as I try to find my voice.
"Y-Yes?" Icall,and quickly stuff my vibrator under the pillow, just before a shirtless Derek walks in. Igawk at the tightly ripped torso, massive arms, and broad chest. He's covered in beautifully dark tattoos, chest hair, and the absolutely perfect trail of hair going down into his low-slung pajama pants.
"Are you alright?" He asks, and my face goes red, afraid he caught me staring.
"No, I wasn't!" I huff, and when he just stares at me warily, I want to die.
"Try that again, little darlin'," he smirks. "And remember, my eyes are up here."
I glare at him before flipping him the bird,a gesture thatmakes him laugh loudly, and I feel some of the tension leave me, at least until he speaks.
"I heard you holler. Are you alright?" Can you actually die from embarrassment? Because damn, I must be close.
"I hit my foot on the bedpost and thought it was how Iwas going togo out." Igive him asmile, and he looks around the room before nodding.
"Get some sleep." On his way out the door, I salute him before throwing my blanket over my head. The first free moment I have tomorrow, I need to call the girls and have them talk me through this shit show.