29. Indy

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Indy

" O kay!" I smile while hitting the record button on the phone. I watch Reegan, in the crocheted hat with red braids I made her, stand up from her wheelchair. I make sure that both her parents are in the video as the small girl walks up to the bell, and with all her might, she rings it, causing the entire floor to erupt in cheers. Reegan looks at me, her eyes bright and tears running down her face.

"You did it!" I cheer as she walks to her parents, hugging them tightly. I end the video as Reegan walks over to me, and I wrap her in a hug as she cries.

"I feel so strong today," she whispers, looking up at me. "And it's because you helped me. Thank you."

I give her a kind smile. "That strength," I say as I touch her chest with my index finger. "Is inside you and always has been. Never forget that." I give her another hug before sending her back to her parents and quietly leaving the group and heading down the hall. I need to change and head out to Hel's for my shift.

"Indy!" I hear Liam's voice. "Wait up!" I smile and look behind me as Liam jogs up to me, and my smile wavers at his pale, tired look.

"Hey, Liam, what's wrong?"

"Bad day," he whispers, and I deflate. Anyone in the medical field knows what that means. And when you work at a children's hospital, it's even worse.

"I'm so sorry," I whisper, touching his forearm reassuringly.

"Yeah, it's rough. I wanted to see if you wanted to get a drink with me? Maybe tomorrow night after I'm done with my shift? I'm here all night tonight or I'd ask you now." His laugh is soft and forced. I blink in surprise at his proposal.

"Oh, well, I don't really drink much," I say apologetically, noticing him deflate. Instantly, I feel bad. The poor guy lost a patient and is just beginning his shift and probably could use a friend to talk to. "But order some cheese sticks for me, and I'll be there." I watch him perk up, a smirk gracing his face.

"Yeah?" He says hopefully.

"Yeah, but just as friends," I warn, and he holds his hands up.

"Absolutely. Completely platonic." I nod and give him a small wave.

"Text me the time and place. I'll see you tomorrow." I say before walking off.

"Oh my God," Janie squeals from her place on the stool. "A date with a doctor? I bet he's so good with his hands." I blush when memories of a few nights ago come into my mind. Derek was… I don't even know how to put it into words. All I know is I'll never be able to use my vibrator the same way again. His hands, his mouth, his words. Oh my god, I felt so embarrassed telling him I liked him talking to me like that. Telling me I was doing a good job, that I was a good girl. His good girl… ugh, how cliche, the young girl with daddy issues has a praise kink, perfect.

"It's not a date," I mutter at the wrong time.

"Who has a date?" Ash says, walking by the piercing area.

"No one," I blurt out.

"And he's a doctor!" Janie rats me out at the same time.

"Like that matters. I've watched those idiots fuck up more times than I can count. Which one?" Ash snorts while leaning against the door frame.

"One of the residents at the children's hospital had a bad day and asked me to grab some food with him after his shift tomorrow. It's a friend thing." I state, making sure my annoyance is evident in my tone. I swear to Christ, I'm the same age as Sunday, yet I'm treated like a child.

"Does Virginia know?" Ash asks, cocking his head toward the tattoo area.

"It happened right before I came here, and just because Derek and I are roommates doesn't mean we're besties who tell each other everything." Or anything. Since that night, Derek has done a hell of a job of avoiding me, and when he can't, I'm back to no eye contact and grunts. He said we wouldn't be my boyfriend, and I'm fine with that. It's honestly the most responsible choice, but I didn't realize we would become strangers after what happened.

"You should tell him," Ash sighs as he pushes himself off the frame. "You know he'll lose it." I scoff at my brother.

"And why would that be?"

"Because he's sporting a hard-on for you," Stevie states, coming out of the back room.

"Oh yeah? Okay, bet." I stand up and make my way out to the tattoo area, where Atlas is hula-hooping while Derek and Fox watch.

"Nobody speaks." Fox holds his hand up. "I got eighty bucks ridin' on this."

Derek snorts, "You ain't gettin' shit."

Atlas chuckles. "Never underestimate the power of my hips!" He pants out. I roll my eyes and go to stand in front of Derek. He looks from Atlas to me and raises a brow.

"Can I help you?" Okay, ouch. But now isn't the time.

"I'm going out with a resident after his shift tomorrow. I just wanted you to know because I may be out late and didn't want to startle you when I came in." I hear the hula hoop fall to the ground, but my eyes don't leave Derek's. I watch as they darken, and his jaw sets before he blinks and looks away.

"Cough it up, gentlemen," he smirks while holding out his hand, waiting for his money. "Sounds good, Indy. Have fun."

There, see, I'm right. I feel like crying, but I'm right. I smile at my brother and friends. "Told you," I whisper as I briskly walk to the bathroom.

I'm watching TV on the futon when Derek walks in through the front door. He gives me a curt nod before shutting the door and removing his shoes. Best orgasm of my life, and he's making me regret it because of his cold attitude. My phone chimes and I reach over and pick it up.

Liam: You may not want to go out with me after all.

I frown at my screen.

"What?" I hear Derek ask, but I choose to ignore him.

Me: Oh? Why not?

Liam: I was just covered in diarrhea.

Liam: It's so bad. I'll never feel clean again, and I have a real fear that no amount of scrubbing is going to rid me of this stench. What if you catch a whiff while eating a cheese stick? It could ruin them for you for life.

I'm dying on the futon from cackling so hard.

Me: Wow. That would be terrible, but I'll risk it. See you tomorrow *smiley emoji*

I look up from my phone to see Derek's very dark glare focusing on me. "What?" I laugh uncomfortably.

"What's so funny?" He asks, and I shrug.

"Nothing that you would find funny. Just something that happened to Liam."

"Who is Liam?" I hear the faintest growl in his tone.

"The resident from Children's that I'm hanging out with tomorrow." His face goes lax, and I'm officially confused.

"I thought that was a joke," he states in shock. "I thought you were trying to get a rise out of me."

"Why would I try to get a rise out of you? You told me what we weren't going to be, and then after we did that, you've acted as though I don't exist. Liam's a friend."

Derek huffs. "Ain't no single man wants to just be friends with you."

"You're a single man." I counter and nearly shiver at the look he gives me.

"Trust me, darlin', there ain't a single part of me that wants to be your friend."

I'm unsure how to take that, so I stand and head toward my room. "Well, lucky for you, you don't have to be my friend. Liam's more than happy to fill that position." I squeak as he grabs me by the back of my neck and spins me around to look at him.

"That ain't his position to fill," he growls lowly, and I feel it in my core. Trying to swallow, I give him my most confident glare.

"Oh? And whose position is it?"

Derek snarls his upper lip as his eyes look at my lips. "Keep fucking with me, and you and I are going to have a fucking discussion." Because I'm feeling ballsy or stupid, I stand on my tip toes and run my tongue over his lips.

"So, let's have a discussion. You know I enjoy hearing all about your thoughts."

I run my hand over his hardening cock, and I watch his angry alpha facade break as he shudders and mumbles, "Shit…".

"Mmhmmm… come on." I pull him toward his room, where his new bed is, though he has yet to sleep in it. I push him onto the bed and smirk as he falls onto the mattress. He did it for me, but I appreciated it.

"Take off your pants," I order while slipping off my leggings. I don't know why he's listening, but his wide eyes stare at me as he rips off his jeans. "Those too," I gesture to the boxers. "In fact, I want you naked." And he does. I watch him remove his shirt and then his boxers. Oh no, I forgot about how massive his dick is.

"I still can't believe that thing is real." I huff out a laugh, and he smirks, the roles shifting.

"Very real, baby girl. Not so bossy now, are you?" He winks. I can fit that in me. I think. I'm not giving up control. Derek's not winning this one. I remove my panties, shirt, and bralette, and his cocky smirk leaves his face.

"Jesus Christ," he whispers, looking over my body. "You're so fucking beautiful." I crawl onto the bed, ignoring the way his comment is causing the butterflies that he promised wouldn't happen. I straddle his waist and gasp as his cock twitches on my ass.

"Indy," he groans, apprehension in his voice. "This is a bad idea, and I don't have a condom." I lean down and bite his bottom lip until I taste copper.

"Fuck," he growls against my mouth before driving his tongue inside. Our tongues battle for control as I grind my slick, hot center against him.

"Fuck me." I pant between kisses. "Please, I know what's going to come. I know you. No boyfriend, affection, whatever. Please, Derek, I need you."

He groans as he sits up, trailing hot kisses down my chest. "I don't have—"

"IUD…" I pant. "I have an IUD," I say again as I grab his hard cock in my hand. It's wet from sliding against me, and I moan as I start angling him near my entrance.

"Wait, wait…" Derek frantically breaks the kiss, lying on his back. "If we are really doing this, let me enter you. Then you take your time lowering yourself, alright?" I nod, listening to his instructions. Nerves begin to fill me as I realize this is really happening, and I've only done this once before, and the dick was not even close to being this big.

Derek grabs my hip and raises me to my knees. I gasp as he shoves a finger in me. "Good," he pants. "Just making sure you're wet." Oh, I'm fucking Niagara Falls, no worries there. He grabs his shaft and angles me until his head is at my entrance.

Derek presses his crown in, and I let out a sharp cry. "Ow! Shit!" I hiss, and I feel him freeze.

"It's okay," He whispers. "Hey, you got this. Take me nice and slow. I'm going to rub you to help with the pain." I nod and moan as he runs his thumb over my clit. I slide down a little more and cry out. This time, I hear him hiss.

"Sorry," I whisper, and he shakes his head.

"You are fine, darlin'. Go nice and slow. I don't want to tear you. Fuck." His eyes roll back in his head as I slide down a little more. Once I'm completely seated, it's like I can feel him in my throat. I go to move, but in an instant, Derek puts an iron grip on my hips.

"Two seconds," he whispers.

"What?" I try to move, and he groans.

"Indy, stop! I won't be your shortest fuck, especially when your first was so bad. Just hold still." I laugh, and he groans. "Laughing causes your pussy to contract, darlin'."

"Well," I squeeze my walls before rocking my hips. "I guess you'll just have to play through it." I rock again but stop when Derek thrusts up into me. "Shit!" I cry out in pleasure as I dig my nails into his chest.

"That's it, Indy," he growls as he grips my hips, rocking them back and forth against his. All I can do is hold on to his chest as he slides me up and down his cock. "Oh, my sweet girl. Your pussy feels so fucking good." He groans before slapping my ass.

"Oh god, again. Harder." I cry out and see a fire ignite in his eyes. I stare at him as I feel the crack of his hand hitting my ass cheek again before he squeezes it. "Yeah," I bite out.

"Perfect…" I love that he isn't being delicate with me. Patient, yes, but he understands that I need it rougher to get off, and he seems more than willing to deliver.

"Fucking god," he pants out, his bruising grips on my hips tightening. "God… Indy. Fuck, you feel so good. You're riding my cock like such a good girl. Ahhhhhh shit!" He gasps as I whine, feeling my walls tighten and his cock pulsating inside me.

"Derek…" I cry softly as he moves one of his hands to my clit.

"I got you darlin'. Come on, let me feel your pussy explode around my cock." He pants as his expert fingers move over my clit.

"More… More…" I growl as I slam down on his cock, needing to feel him deeper. "Yeah. Yeah, right there. Fuck, Derek!" I arch my back and scream as I feel the heated electricity run through my body.

"Yes, baby. Fuck, that's my girl." He growls as he sits up. I feel his teeth on my nipple as he grinds up into me.

"Goddamn it… Indy… Fuck!" He roars, and I gasp at the rush of heat I feel inside me. I look down at his hazy eyes, and my heart feels tight. Leaning down, I kiss him and feel the tightness returning in his jaw. Even as he kisses me back, the connection is slipping, and his doubts are returning. It breaks my heart because if I were to break my rules for anyone, I would break them for Derek. In fact, I think I already have. Regardless of telling myself that this is just me getting to have some casual fun with a man I know is safe and won't hurt me, I think that deep down, I knew from the start that it was never going to be casual with Derek Rowe.