23. Derek

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Derek

" I like your girl," Jackson grunts while we toss the cut-up pieces of tree trunk into the trailer, well Jackson tosses them, I fucked my back up when I fell and honestly, I'd be laying in my bed with compress if my brothers wouldn't give me shit.

"She ain't my girl," I mutter as I close my eyes, not wanting to have this conversation.

"Uh huh," Jackson laughs dryly. "You stargaze with all your friends, then?" My blood runs cold. I look at Jackson in horror and drop the branch I was holding. He gives me a knowing smile. "Oh yeah, I heard all about the skinny dips and shooting stars."

"What the fuck? You spying on me now?" Jackson snorts as he shakes his head.

"I told you last week, I'm out at night looking for the fucker killing the animals." Fuck, he did say that.

"Tell anyone, and I—" He waves me off.

"Yeah, yeah, though you should be jumping on that. That girl ain't going to follow you around like an excited puppy forever. Toss her a fucking bone."

"I don't want her following me around," I grumble, even though we both know it's a lie.

"Well then, don't get upset when Carter swoops in and steals her." Jackson smirks and I all but snarl in response before turning around and storming back to the house.

"I'm sorry," Indy winces as she puts a spoonful of her mint chocolate chip ice cream in her mouth. It's basically toothpaste with chocolate, and it's disgusting. "I feel bad about how I acted earlier and that you got hurt because of me."

"Don't," I state, and eat a spoonful of my cookies and cream flavor ice cream, which is a real ice cream flavor. "I was a dick to you. I shouldn't have snapped or said the things I did. And you're right; I should've asked your consent before carrying you up the stairs." We continue our walk down Main Street as the sun begins to set. Indy chuckles softly as she bumps against me.

"Wow, the big bad Derek Rowe is apologizing to me." She teases and scoops a spoonful of her ice cream and holds it out to me. "Bite?" she asks, and I make a face.

"Mint chocolate chip is the abomination of the ice cream world." I shudder, causing her to laugh. The sound is like a sweet melody, turning my otherwise shitty day around.

"Mint chocolate chip is the best ice cream flavor. You just don't have good taste." She pops the spoonful into her mouth and, goddamn, those plush pink lips. "I bet I can make you like it." I blink, snapping out of my X-rated thoughts about what her lips can do.

"Oh? I doubt it." I chuckle as we round the corner toward the empty parking lot. Indy stops and raises a brow as she puts another spoonful in her mouth. It all happens so fast– her hand is on the back of my neck, her lips crashing into mine. I feel her slip her mint chocolate-flavored tongue into my mouth. Holy shit.

"Mmm…" I moan against her mouth as my tongue twists around hers. I grip the back of her neck as I pull her to me. Her small body molds against mine as I suck the flavor right off her sweet tongue. I feel her knees buckle and smirk against the kiss as I hold her steady to me. Indy pulls back, capturing my lower lip between hers as she licks and sucks on it.

"Fuck," I whisper, almost in pain. She's too good at this. I'm addicted to her lips, her tongue, her smell. I want to be consumed by it always. I nearly cry out as she breaks the kiss. She looks up at me with hazy eyes that make my dick harden further. "Okay," I breathe, trying to regain my composure. "I might be okay with mint chocolate chip." She giggles as she grabs my forgotten ice cream and throws it and hers away.

"Come here," she whispers while grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the truck. I quietly follow, helping her climb in. She slides across the bench seat to let me into the driver's side. As soon as the door shuts, Indy captures my lips again. My heart's pounding out of my chest as I feel her hand lowering toward my jeans.

"Indy," I pant softly. "Darlin', I'm trying to be a good man here." I gasp as her oddly strong hand cups my crotch.

"Well," she whispers, her hot breath tickling my neck. "Stop it and help me." I'm on autopilot as I unbuckle my belt and unbutton and zip my jeans. Indy's eyes widen as she pulls my cock out and sits next to me in shock. Before I can even attempt to make some smart-ass remark, she reduces me to a shuddering mess as she leans down and swirls her tongue around the head of my cock.

"I-Indy!" I gasp as I death grip the steering wheel. "You… I… Oh my god." I roll my head back against the seat as she runs her tongue down the length of my shaft.

"Do me a favor," she says, looking up at me. At this moment, with her playing my cock like an instrument, I will do anything for her. Anything. I will kill for her, buy her a house. Fuck, I'll buy her a fucking penguin. I do not care. "I know you are going to let the doubt weasel back in. I know that after this, you'll find a reason to hide from me again, like after the lake. But just let me have this moment, okay? Let me feel like a normal, desirable woman. Hold my hair, and let me make you feel good. After we get out of this truck, we'll never speak of this again."

A nervous laugh escapes me as I stare at her in shock. "What… Holy fuck!" I hiss as Indy wraps her sweet mouth around my cock. I do as she asks, grip her hair with my shaking hand, and watch in absolute awe as she moves up and down my length.

"Baby girl," I pant as she forces me down her throat. "Darlin', you are too good at this, god fucking damn it." I bite out as I try my best to hold still. I'm too large, and Indy is very eager, but I know this isn't something she's experienced in, and I don't want to scare or hurt her by thrusting too hard or coming down her throat.

She moans, and the vibrations send a wave of pleasure through me.

"Don't be scared," she murmurs before licking the underside of my shaft and then swirling her tongue around my head.

"You… you gotta stop. I'm going to lose my shit and come, and then you'll freak out." I feel her body shaking, and as she stares up at me, I see amusement on her pretty face.

"I know how a blow job ends, Derek. Relax, you're not going to break me." She leans up and kisses me. I feel her pause and look into my eyes. "Oh my god," she whispers. "You're really nervous."

"Yeah," I whisper, feeling like a fucking moron. "I don't want to say or do the wrong thing again, not with you, Indy." I watch the soft smile appear on her face as she nuzzles her nose against mine. The act is completely foreign while simultaneously being the fucking sweetest gesture ever.

"What do you want?" She asks sweetly, and I pull her into my lap, her legs out on the bench seat. I nuzzle into her neck.

"You do know that I see you as a desirable woman," I admit while running my lips along her jaw. "I don't know why you would think otherwise." She rests her head on my chest, and I smile softly when her pinky lazily wraps around mine.

"Do you have a voice in your head?" I furrow my brows at her question, but she continues talking. "Not like the normal voice, like the one that tells you everything wrong or everything bad."

"Like what?" I ask, running my tattooed fingers over her bare, small hand. This is the most intimate I've been with someone, ever. Even Justine and I didn't cuddle like this. I've never been able to open myself to this kind of affection. Even now, I'm unable to fully relax, but I can admit this is the best feeling in the world.

"Like, it tells you you're stupid, everyone hates you, you're a burden, everyone would be better if you weren't around." She mumbles, and I stiffen at her confession. I move to look at her, but she won't show me her face.

"Indy, are you… are you saying–"

"Not currently, but the thoughts have crossed my mind before." A forced laugh passes her lips. "I call it my darkness. Ash says it's my childhood trauma and depression. He's probably right since my therapist says the same. It's just hard sometimes, constantly feeling like a burden, knowing you're an inconvenience to everyone. ‘ Indy can't walk too far, she can't be too hot, she can't do stairs or travel well, she's this, she's that. She'll never be a girlfriend, a wife, or a mom.' " She looks at her fingers laced with mine before pulling it up to her chest. "It's why I smile all the time. I try to make others happy. I don't want them to see my darkness because then I'm a bigger burden."

"You're not, though," I manage while pulling my hand free and forcing her to look at me. "You're not a burden, and no one thinks that." She rolls her eyes.

"You seemed pretty burdened earlier." Groaning, I rest my head back and fight a gasp as I feel her lips and tongue on my throat.

"I wasn't burdened," I moan while slipping my hand up her thigh and over the waistband of her leggings. "Fuck. That feels good," I grunt while involuntarily thrusting up. Indy gasps as she stares at me.

"You were burdened," she grips my hardening cock and runs it over her the center of her leggings. "You called me a brat."

"Uh-huh, and I'm about to call you one again if you don't stop teasing me," I warn as she leans down, licking my lips.

"Fuck me," she purrs, and I nearly choke on air.

"What?" She licks the palm of her hand before gripping my cock again, and I have to slam my hand on the driver's door. "Fuck!" I yell out, the build becoming too much.

"Fuck me," she repeats, and I'm shaking my head so fast.

"No," I manage, "Not in my brother's truck in public, I'm not. Goddamn it, baby girl, you have to stop."

"Why?" she pouts while playing with my head.

"I'm gonna…Oh fuck please, Indy, okay, I'm waving the flag. Baby, please, I'm about to explode." She's got to stop. I'm barely hanging on here. A devious smile pulls at her lips as she scoots back.

"I wanna watch," she nips my bottom lip before reaching into her pants. I watch in hazy awe as she pulls her now arousal covered hand out.

"Oh my god, no," I pant as she strokes me with her arousal. I have no will left. She's ripped it from me, and I roar out as I feel myself explode. Indy continues to stroke me as I coat her hand. When it becomes too sensitive, I grip her wrist to stop the movements while trying to catch my breath.

"Wow," she breathes out while leaning down.

"What are you doing?" I panic and try to move away, not that there's anywhere to go.

"I want to taste it," she says simply, and before I can stop her, Indy's sweet tongue glides over my sensitive tip, causing me to release a whimper.

"Fuck," I pant, biting my knuckle as she cleans me up. This is so wrong.

"Did I do a good job?" She asks, worry in her voice, and I break. I grip her face and pull her to me, my lips meeting hers, and I taste myself on her. I fucking love it. I want her to always taste of me and only me.

I'm in deep fucking shit.