Chapter 7

Hailey

Oh. My. God!!!! I swear I’m going to kill him. Out of all the days Bentley’s running late for work, it had to be this morning. I’ve taken a shower, dried my hair, and have been waiting by the window, watching for his car to pull out, but it’s still parked in the driveway. It’s almost nine thirty, and he’s still here. He’s never late. For anything. What the hell is happening? And why did he choose today to suddenly not give a shit about being punctual? I’m supposed to lose my virginity today. I swear if he stands in my way of that happening, I will be pissed.

Finally, getting anxious about whether he decided to take the day off, I quickly throw on some clothes and head to the kitchen. Bentley is casually sitting at the table, sipping on his coffee and eating a bagel like he doesn’t have a care in the world. I grab an orange from the bowl in the center and join him.

“Hey, you do know it’s after nine, right?” I peel my orange, trying to look as nonchalant as possible so he doesn’t suspect anything from my question.

“Yeah, Chance and I are going over a case today and meeting on-site to investigate things a little further. It’s going to be a long day, so I figured I’d grab a bite here before I took off. Plus, I heard your shower running and wanted to chat with you for a few before I left.”

Shit! I definitely don’t like the sound of that. What if he suspects something between Derek and me? I’m not interested in going to war with Bent right now. Not when I’ve finally gotten my one wish.

“Oh yeah, what about?” I pop a slice of orange in my mouth and look up.

“There’s a new guy on my team. His name is Jase, and he just finished up at the academy. Anyway, he’s single, and I thought maybe I could set you up on a date with him? Other than work, you haven’t gone out much. Figured it was time for you to start meeting people and having some fun.”

What the hell? Now, he’s trying to play matchmaker? Yeah, that’s so not happening. I’ve already found my one. The only man I want to be matched with. Of course, I can’t tell Bentley that, or he’ll freak, so I choose my words carefully.

“I meet people every night, Bent.” I roll my eyes like he’s being silly. “And I have been having fun. I love my job and all the girls I work with.” I pop another slice of orange into my mouth to keep me from saying anything about how I love Derek, too.

“Yeah, but the kind of guys you meet at the bar, Hales, are not worth wasting your time on. Jase is a stand-up guy. He’s a man of the law. Single. Safe. And looking to settle down. I think he’d be perfect for you.”

Ugh… The urge to throw my orange at him is hard to restrain. I know exactly what he’s insinuating. He’s trying to warn me away from Derek again. But I know the truth now, and it doesn’t bring me fear, it brings me relief. I’m glad the evil monster is gone, and I’m happy that Derek was able to put his demons to rest. It actually pisses me off that Bentley doesn’t see it that way. I understand that he abides by the law, so do I, but that evil man deserved his fate, and Bentley of all people, should know that.

But this is not something I’m going to get into right now. It will just cause an all-out war, and there are more important things on my mind right now. Like getting him to leave. And there’s only one answer that’s going to accomplish that.

“Honestly, Bent. It’s kind of nice being home and enjoying this moment with you and my new friends. There’s going to be plenty of time to date. For now, I’m happy and just want to keep it that way. But if and when that changes, I’ll take you up on that offer of setting me up with one of your friends.”

I really wanted to say old friends, but I held my tongue. Thankfully, Bentley takes my answer just like I’d hoped. He tips my nose with his finger and nods. “Yeah, it’s nice having you back home, Hales, and I’m not ready to share you yet either.”

I smile and tuck my hand into his, giving it a squeeze. “Now, you on the other hand. When are you going to go out and find yourself a special someone? I mean, you are getting old, big brother. You’re almost thirty, and I’m still not an aunt yet.”

He chuckles, and the sound warms my heart. My brother has been so stressed with work that some days he doesn’t seem like the same Bentley anymore. But right now, in this moment, he is the big brother I’ve always known.

“I’m not that old, you twerp. Besides, when do I have time to date?”

“My point exactly. You need to make time. You work too hard. If anyone needs to have some fun, it’s you.”

He nods. “Yeah, maybe once the shitstorm has settled at work, I’ll ease back a bit. Maybe even take a vacation so we can go on a trip together.”

I smile. “Sounds amazing, Bent. And then after we get back from that trip, I’m going to make it my mission to find you a woman.”

He stands from the table and shakes his head, chuckling. “That’s it. I’m out of here.”

Phew….finally. He takes his plate to the sink then gives me a kiss on the forehead before walking out the door. As soon as the lock turns, I rush to the window and watch as he pulls away. The moment I see him drive down the road, I run to the back door and unlock it. I barely have the lock turned and it’s opening, my big sexy man is barreling through, looking every bit a man on a mission.

“Fuck! I thought he’d never leave,” he growls, lifting me from the ground and smashing his mouth to mine. My legs wrap around his waist, and my tongue wraps around his. He carries me back to my room while kissing me like he’s starving and I’m his breakfast. He lays me down on my bed then sits back. His shirt is yanked over his head with one arm and tossed to the ground. When all the rippling muscles covered in ink come into view, my panties nearly melt off. Man, he’s so hot.

“Like what you see, babe?”

I nod, biting down on my lip to keep my tongue from hanging out of my mouth and panting like a puppy.

“Good. Because this is all yours.”

His hands make slow work of sliding off his boots and stripping down his jeans, teasing me with his show. My body grows hotter as each thick, toned leg comes into view, and when I see the bulge under his boxers, I practically purr. His cock holds its own when it comes to matching him in size. It’s long and thick, and crowned with the perfect cap. The picture he sent is burned in my brain like my favorite memory.

“You want to see it, baby?”

I look up and see Derek’s devilish grin. I’ve been caught staring and practically drooling like a puppy. So much for playing it cool, but at this point, I’m too eager to care. I nod as my stomach flutters with anticipation.

“Then reach in and take me out, babe. It’s time you finally introduce yourself and get acquainted. Because you and this dick are going to become real close friends.”

Mmm… God, I hope so. I sit up on my knees and scoot toward the edge of the bed. I reach up and place my hands on the top of his chest, running my fingers along every inch of his pecs, ribs, abs. Savoring the feel of his smooth hardened perfection as I travel down the little path which leads to my very special friend. His body tenses under my touch, and the features of his face have locked up. When I run my fingers over the trail of hair below his navel, he lets out a low groan. I think his balls might be aching right now, and we certainly can’t have that.

I reach down and grip his cock through the cotton, giving it a tight squeeze. Little moans start coming from my throat as I begin to stroke over him, teasing my fingers under the bottom edge of his boxers and brushing across his cockhead. His animalistic growl matches my wild need, and has me running my hands up to the top of his boxers and tugging them down. It’s like unwrapping a present on Christmas morning as the material slowly slides down his solid thighs.

His huge cock comes into view, and I’m practically panting. I’ve never seen a more perfect masterpiece. Long and thick with a drop of cum seeping from the tip, begging for me to lick it up. I bend my head down and swipe it up with my tongue, moaning at the taste. I swear he tastes as good as he smells: masculine and dominant. It has me diving back down for more, eliciting a groan from the man who’s wobbling on his feet.

I begin to explore with my lips and tongue, getting a thrill as his body grows heavy to the pleasure. When I flatten my tongue and run it along the underside of his girthy shaft, it seems to drive him wild. And when I nibble my way up the sides with my lips, his hips begin pumping the air. As I start to suck on his tip, suctioning him with the hollow of my cheeks, he grips my head and holds me in place. His grunts growing louder. Breathing heavier.

I pull my mouth off him, loosen my cheeks and then go right back down, working to take all of him inside until he’s hitting the back of my throat. The base doesn’t quite fit so I grip him with my hand and stroke him in time with my mouth. Sliding up and down. Each time, feeling him growing thicker. Each pump causing him to growl louder.

“Oh, that’s it, baby. Knew your mouth would be perfect.”

I can’t help but smile at his praise. I’m new at this, but I’ve read enough romance books to know what I should be doing. And right now, I’m thankful for all those authors who basically wrote the how-to on how to give not just good head but amazing head.

“Oh, fuck, baby! God, that’s it. Shit, your mouth is so good. I’m going to come, babe. Open up that pretty throat for me. Oh, fuck!” His moans turn into grunts and growls and a bunch of jumbled words I can’t make sense of as his cum shoots down the back of my throat. I swallow down every drop, chasing his pleasure with my tongue. Suctioning my cheeks and drawing out the shocks.

As soon as I can feel the spasms slowing, I slowly stroke my lips up and down. Gliding back up to the tip, where I give him a couple of good long pulls and a few swirling licks before I release him with a pop. I sit back, licking up the mess from my lips. “Yummy.”

His eyes fly open when I speak, and then… he suddenly pounces. My shorts are yanked from my legs, and my shirt is pulled over my head and thrown across the room. I’m left in nothing but my bra and soaked panties, which his eyes are now locked in on.

“Such a horny little girl.” His deep voice runs through me as his tongue runs across his lip. “So wet and ready.” He starts roaming over the rest of my body, letting out a growl when he gets to my chest. He reaches a hand out and brushes his fingers across my nipple, which has come free of its cup and is open to him for the taking. And he does. He starts rubbing and pulling it between his fingers. Tightening it into a pinch and rocking me with pleasure.

My back arches off the bed, seeking more, and he grants my wish. His arm wraps around my back, lifting me to his mouth, his lips taking over where his fingers left off. The rush of sensation that floods my pussy is overwhelming. I’ve never needed to come so badly. He sucks and pulls me toward the brink. His tongue flicking over my taught skin. His lips drawing on me like he’s nursing on a bottle.

“Damn! Fucking perfect, baby.” He sits back on his haunches and is back to groping as he strokes his cock.

“Derek, please!” I beg, needing more. I can’t take it anymore. I’m desperate to feel him inside me.

“What do you want, babe?” I look up into his sly face and have the urge to smack him. He knows exactly what I want.

I sit up on my haunches, getting right in his face, spelling it out loud and clear. “I want you to fuck me, Derek.”

His eyes flare with heat. His grip tightening on my thighs. “You want me to fuck you with my fingers, babe?” His fingers slide up my leg, slipping under my panties, teasing around my entrance. “Like this?” he groans, pushing into me

“Or…” My panties are suddenly torn from my body, my leg pushed up to the side, and his head is lowering to the spot. “Do you want me to fuck you with my tongue?” His thick tongue pumps inside as his thumb rolls my clit around and around, making me scream his name. I’m not going to last. My body is sprinting to find relief. The ache twisting tighter and tighter.

When the pleasure suddenly stops, my eyes fly open. “Derek!” I shriek, my fingers digging into the bed. I’m clawing at the sheets so I don’t sink my claws into him. Hasn’t he ever encountered a furious pussy? Felines can be vicious. And this one is about to attack.

“Or do you want me to fuck you with my cock?” He shifts forward and begins to rub his thick cock through my folds, bumping my clit with every stroke.

“Yes!” I moan. I need him inside me. Need him to quit his teasing and fuck me already. “Now, Derek. I can’t stand it anymore. Put your fucking cock in me.”

His teeth sink into his lower lip on a growl, and then I feel it. His thick head breaching my entrance. The pressure… The stretch.

“Damn, baby. You’re so tight. Fuck, you feel too damn good. I’m going to blow my load before I even get one pump inside you.”

I feel the same until he pushes all the way forward, and a pinch of pain shoots through me. “Derek!”

He leans down and places a sweet kiss on my lips. “Worst is over, baby. Promise.” He plants soft kisses all over my face and strokes my hair like I’m the most precious thing to him. “Just breathe.”

I take in a slow breath, counting to five and breathing out. The pain is subsiding, but the burn is still lingering deep.

“Are you okay, baby?”

I nod then shake my head because I’m not really sure if I’m ready for him to move.

“As soon as it subsides, I promise to make you feel good. You just tell me when you’re ready, baby.” His hand reaches between us and begins stroking over my clit, and that’s all it takes. In a matter of seconds, my need is overriding everything.

“Now, Derek. I need it.”

He growls into my mouth, stealing another kiss, his dick pumping in and out slowly. “That’s it, baby. Constrict those little muscles around my shaft.” His thrusting kicks up, his pelvis grinding down against me, and I’m getting closer and closer. “So fucking perfect. You’re taking my cock so well, baby girl. You’re being such a good girl for me. Letting me give you every inch. Hugging me so tightly.”

His soothing words wind me up further, and I’m two strokes away from snapping.

“You’re my good little girl who’s going to let me have this little pussy anytime I want it, aren’t you?” I nod as I struggle to catch my breath, the heat smothering me. “Your hot little pussy is going to come all over me right now, baby. It’s time. Now, be a good girl and make a mess of me.”

I do. My orgasm crashes in, and I squirt all over his shaft. His hips thrusting harder and faster. My name roaring from his lips as his entire body jerks in tight spasms. His cum filling me to the brim and slipping down my thighs. I open my eyes as the waves start to settle, and the sight before me takes my breath away.

Derek is looking at me like I’m the most precious gift in the world. There’s a look of awe and wonder in his eyes, like he’s seeing our future unfolding before him, and he wants it. Or, maybe that’s me. It’s all flashing before my eyes; the future I’ve been chasing ever since I was a kid realizing her first crush. Me walking down the aisle to the man of my dreams. Two kids dangling in his arms as he spins them around in the yard. Sitting on an old porch swing while I’m rocking my grand-baby to sleep. I’m seeing it all, and I want it more than anything.

“You’re mine, babe.” His hoarse words settle over me, bringing me back to the gorgeous man who’s staring at me like I’ve hung the moon, the man who makes me feel like I’m home every time I hear his voice. “Won’t ever let you walk away. You hear me? It’s us until the end, my darling girl. You and me.”

I lean up and plant a kiss upon his sweet mouth, feeling my soul burn with all the dreams and love I’ve ever wanted. I love this man more than he could ever know, and nothing is ever going to change that. Not his past. Not my brother. Nothing. I’ve always been his. And I always will be. “I love you, Derek.”