38. Indy

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Indy

" O kay," Derek breathes out. Is he nervous? I cock my head to one side as I look at him from my place on the futon. I can't believe he just bathed me and brushed my teeth. Depression is a hell of a thing, and it's something that I've managed rather well, until now. Now that I don't have my kids, I feel like I've lost my only purpose. And my purpose has been what kept me going through all the pain and struggles. Through the darkness and their loud, harsh words.

Derek reaches into his backpack and pulls out a folder. He goes to hand it to me but takes it back. "Okay," he says again. "If you hate it, it's fine. You have to promise to tell me the truth. Deal?" He sticks his pinky out, and the fact that this has become our way of sealing deals fills me with so much warmth and light. I wrap my pinky around his, and he hands me the folder. Opening it up, I look at the sketch on one side and the digital print of it on the other.

The sketch is of a beautiful raven with striking indigo eyes perched on top of a grey, cracked skull. "Wow," I exhale, looking up at him. From his neck to his feet, Derek is covered in dark artwork like this. Skulls, rotting fruit, a cracking hourglass on his shoulder blade. He says it's Memento Mori, a type of art that reminds you of your mortality.

"This is beautiful!" I smile at him, and I mean it. I love the drawing; I can't believe he drew it for me. I watch his face relax.

"Yeah? You like it?" He asks as he sits by me. I nod as I continue to stare at the intricate detail in the Raven's feathers.

"It's amazing. Where are you going to put it?"

He furrows his brows. "Wherever you want." I look him over.

"Well, I'm trying to think of a spot you have open."

"Darlin," Derek laughs lightly. "The drawing is for you, and I'm offering to tattoo you if you want." My mouth falls open in shock. "Which is why, if you don't like it, I can come up with something else."

This is a dream, right? No way Derek is actually willing to do this. "You're offering to tattoo this on me?" He nods slowly.

"One tattoo, yes."

"This one," I state firmly, and I can feel the grin on my face spreading. "Come on!" I start to get up, and Derek laughs, pulling me onto his lap.

"No rush, baby girl." He purrs as he kisses my jaw. "Let's get your strength up a bit more, and you figure out placement."

"Ribs," I say firmly, and he snorts against my neck.

"That's a sensitive spot, Indy."

"Well, I only get one tattoo from you, so I need to get it in the money spot," I smirk as I lean in and kiss him.

"Do you really like it?"

"Derek!" I laugh lightly. "Yes! It's so beautiful. I'm shocked that you thought of me while drawing it. I would've expected you to think of hearts and crowns."

"Uh uh," he murmurs against my neck. "You hide your darker side, but I know you." I shudder as his hand rubs my thigh.

"Mmm… oh yeah?" I breathe out while shifting my ass over his crotch, gasping as I feel his bulge.

"Fuck…" He gasps as his hand clenches my hips. "Indy, you're going to cause me to have to go take care of this. I'm trying to be a gentleman and a good boyfriend."

"Well," I sigh as I settle onto his lap, "Maybe I need you to be a little more attentive." I grind my ass against him, and he moans.

"Goddamn it… Indy, darlin'." His hand runs up my shirt, and I whimper as he runs his thumb over my erect nipple.

"Please, Derek…" I mewl while tugging at the waistband of my pajamas.

"Fuck," he growls as he gives in. "Your pretty little ass had better tell me to stop if you're hurting. I will be so pissed off, Indiana." He warns while slipping my pants off and unbuttoning my top.

"I like it when you get all demanding." I tease as he runs his hand up my spine before running down my side and over my thighs again.

"Yeah, yeah, I know all about your daddy kink." He grumbles as his fingers slip between my folds and rub against my clit.

"H-oh!" I cry out as he hooks my legs around his and spreads them wider. I feel his arm around my waist, holding me steady as he continues to tease and flick me.

"Feel good, darlin'?" He asks in his sweet, hot voice. He may not like being called daddy, but he definitely has that daddy thing down.

"More," I whine, grinding my ass against his rock-hard erection. "Take your cock out."

His breathy chuckle sends a pleasurable shiver down my spine. "Who's in charge here?" Even as he says that I feel him shifting to pull his dick out of his pajama pants. Derek inserts a finger inside me while continuing to rub my clit.

"I want…" I pant as I lay against his chest. "To feel full."

"Such a needy little thing." He muses while angling me over his cock. I whimper as I feel his crown pressing against my entrance. He lowers me down, and I hiss at the tightness as he slides in.

"Ah! Yes, there…" I cry out as he moves me up and down on his shaft.

As we continue, I find that not seeing him is weird, and I'm not really liking it. Sensing my mood shift, Derek pauses, and I feel his shaky hand on my hip, and his labored breath becomes even more audible.

"What's wrong?" he pants out.

Looking at him over my shoulder, I see his wild, dark eyes fixed on me. "I miss your face," I whisper, feeling somewhat self-conscious. Derek lifts me and spins me around to face him. I wince at the pressure on my legs.

"Damn it," I growl, becoming frustrated. "I'm sorry, just do what you need to—"

"Stop." He orders while lifting me up as he stands and carries me down the hall. We go into his bedroom, where the bed that he refuses to sleep in resides. Laying me down, Derek crawls over me before inserting himself back inside. I groan in pleasure before reaching up and tangling my fingers in his hair, giving it a soft tug.

"That better darlin'?" He breathes in between thrusts.

"Yeah." I bite my lip as I moan again. "Oh god, Derek,"

"Indy," he grunts while driving into me; every sculpted muscle of his torso is tight as he thrusts deeper and deeper. The sex is slow, soft, and drawn out. It feels so different like we're connecting on a deeper level like he's touching a part of me that has been tucked away for so long.

I whine and arch my back as he nuzzles, kisses, and nips at my chest and neck.

"Indy," he moans again, softly against my ear. "Darlin', I need you to know that you consume all of me; don't ever doubt that." I gasp and close my eyes tightly at his words.

"Don't…" I pant, feeling my walls contracting and the familiar tight, burning sensation in my abdomen. "Don't talk like that, you promised," I whine as he circles my clit, sending me over the edge.

"I know," he whispers, nipping at my bottom lip. "I lied." He slams into me again before coming deep inside me.

As we come down from our high, he consumes my mouth with his, whispering sweet words and praises the whole time.

As he moves to pull himself out of me, I stop him. "Can we just lay here? Like this?" I ask softly. Derek nods as he situates us. He pulls my leg up over his hip, his hand resting on my ass while he stays buried deep inside me.

As I lay here, feeling my exhausted body race toward sleep, I realize that I've never felt so safe and happy before, and the thought scares me because, even though I told him not to fall for me, Derek is making it obvious that he is, and scarier still, I'm falling for him too.