Derek_A Gritty Bad Boy MC Romance Page 13

  “Derek?”

  “No. The other guys I could be talking about,” she said dryly.

  “Sorry. No. I haven’t. It’s really annoying. I keep thinking my phone is vibrating, but it’s just my imagination playing tricks on me. That’s how badly I want to talk to him.”

  “Why don’t you just call him, then?”

  I was surprised by her question. “You actually want me to reach out to him? As in you think it’s a good idea that I’m talking to him.”

  Penny went to her dresser and opened up the old wooden jewelry box on top. She grabbed her bracelet, clipped it on, and slipped a pair of dangly silver earrings in her lobes. “I never said that. But if you’re agonizing over it, you should just call. It’s not the nineteen fifties anymore, babe.”

  That was true. I could call him and take the initiative. But I was also afraid to hear from him. What if things had changed? What if he’d lost interest?

  “You won’t know until you call,” Penny said in a singsong voice as she went out the door and down the hall to douse her hair in hairspray one last time.

  It felt good to be back on the job. I’d asked to slow things down a bit and take some afternoon shifts. I was a little worried about jumping back into the busy nights and had ridiculous paranoia about The Hand sitting and waiting for me at one of my tables. It was better to start early and leave at five.

  At the end of the workday, I grabbed my purse and cardigan from my locker. Then, I went out through the back door to the parking lot. The sun was shining. It was a beautiful evening.

  It got even more beautiful when I got to my car to find Derek leaning up against it like a fallen angel.

  “Hey there, good lookin’,” he said, looking me up and down.

  I couldn’t contain the smile that stretched my cheeks. “Hi.”

  Derek pushed himself off the car and walked over to me. He put his hand under my chin to tilt my face up and kissed me. I giggled when his lips touched mine, and he smiled too. It felt really nice to smile with him. His kiss felt better than the warmth of the sun on my cheeks.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked a little breathlessly when we parted.

  “I wanted to take you out.”

  “Out? Like on a date.”

  “Exactly like a date.”

  My smile stretched my cheeks even more. I knew I was probably bright red. But I didn’t care. I nodded and looked down at myself, wishing I’d brought a change of clothes. “I would love that,” I said as I looked up at him. Damn the dress. I would have a good time regardless.

  “Good. Because I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.” He took my hand and led me a few stalls over to his truck. He opened the door for me.

  I peered up at him. “What would you have done if I did say no?”

  “I knew you wouldn’t.”

  “But if I did?”

  He pursed his lips. “I’d throw you over my shoulder and steal you away and force you to drink margaritas with me.”

  I giggled as I climbed up into the truck. He reached across my body and buckled me in. His fingers grazed my hip and heat shot straight to my pussy. He patted my bare thigh before closing the door and walking around the hood of the truck.

  Good lord, he was too sexy. His brow was furrowed against the brightness of the sun, and his muscles shifted under his tanned skin. He was wearing dark jeans and a white T-shirt, and all I wanted to do was peel it all off him as he got into the driver’s seat and started the truck.

  “So. Margaritas?” I asked.

  He grinned. “I hope you like them.”

  “There are people out there who don’t like margaritas? They can’t be trusted.”

  He threw his head back and laughed as he pulled out of the parking stall. The sound of it made me come undone. I started giggling and couldn’t take my eyes off him as he grinned. How was it possible that a man like him could ever be a danger to me? It was simply ludicrous.

  Derek brought me to a little Mexican restaurant with a patio full of picnic tables and yellow umbrellas. He ordered us chicken and fish tacos to share, and we both ordered a margarita. When they arrived, I was astounded at the size of the glasses they came in, but I didn’t hold back from pulling it toward me and sipping it back through the neon orange straw.

  Derek arched an eyebrow. “You look even hotter with that in your mouth.”

  I giggled. “Stop it.”

  “I don’t want to. I mean it. You’re fucking with my head, Evelyn. Big time.”

  I paused. Was that his way of telling me he cared about me too? It sure felt like it. “There’s a chance you might be on my mind a lot,” I said carefully.

  “Oh, yeah? What am I doing while I’m on your mind? Are you picturing me naked?”

  Heat rushed up my neck to my cheeks. I distracted myself by taking a big gulp of my drink. He was laughing at me as I tried to collect myself. “Maybe you are. Maybe you aren’t. You’ll never know.”

  “I feel like I know,” he said coyly.

  I rolled my eyes. “Penny was right. You are trouble, aren’t you?”

  Derek leaned in close. “You have no idea.”

  More fire below my belly. Damn it. He was such a tease. He had to know what he was doing to me. He just had to. He was too good-looking for his own good, and I was only more attracted to him as his playful personality started to reveal itself.

  We sat and laughed and sipped our drinks until the sun went down and all the other tables emptied out. The lights strung above from a lamppost to the roof of the tiny Mexican restaurant flickered on, and the vibe shifted from summertime casual to romantic evening really quickly.

  I knew I was done for when he ordered us another round of margaritas and a sexy Spanish song started playing through the outdoor speakers.

  Chapter 21

  Derek

  Evelyn had her cheek in her hand and was looking at me over the multicolored umbrella attached to the side of her martini. Her eyes had never looked greener and her lips more kissable. She was smiling softly as I told her about Dani and Ryder. I explained that Dani was the detective who had interviewed her. I wanted her to know she could trust Dani.

  “She’s a friend to me, so she’s a friend to you,” I said once I’d given her the whole story of how Dani and Ryder ended up together.

  “So that same nephew she was a parole officer for is this Jason kid? The one who was at my work the other night with the big bald guy?”

  “Same kid. Yeah. He was always a troublemaker from a young age. It’s common when you grow up the way a lot of us Lost Breeds did. But we found strength in the brotherhood, and it made us better. Jason fucked it all up somehow. There’s nothing more disappointing for Ryder than that.”

  Evelyn sighed and sipped at the remnants of her drink. It had turned to liquid at the bottom of her glass, but she didn’t seem to mind. “I can kind of relate to Jason in a way. What with my parents kicking me out and all. Mind you, all I did was drop out of law school. I didn’t hitch my wagon to a murderer.”

  “Exactly.”

  She cocked her head to one side. “Do you think Ryder would forgive him if he came back to you guys?”

  “Without hesitation. Ryder values family above all else. If Jason came back, he’d take him in without even thinking about it.”

  Evelyn finished her drink. “And here I thought he was a hardened gang leader all this time.”

  I chuckled. “If you met him, you might still think that, but Ryder’s a big softie on the inside. Don’t ever tell him I said that if you do meet him.”

  Evelyn flashed me a wide smile. “It’ll be the first thing I say after I tell him, ‘I’ve heard so much about you.’ ”

  I laughed. She had a way of bringing happiness out of me. It was crazy to think that just weeks ago, I’d been so sure I’d be alone forever; doomed to have meaningless sex with beautiful women. I thought, at the time, that was what I wanted, but sitting across from Evelyn on a perfect night like this had me questioning e
verything I thought I knew about myself.

  “What are you thinking about?” Evelyn asked as she tucked her hair behind her ears. A cool breeze picked up and blew it loose again. It whipped across her face and got caught in her eyelashes.

  “Nothing,” I said.

  “Mhm,” she said, not believing me. Her eyes darted across the parking lot to my truck. “Do you want to know what I was thinking about?”

  “Yes,” I said.

  “I was thinking we should get out of here.”

  “You’re full of surprises, Evelyn.”

  “Is that a yes?”

  I stood up, dropped a hundred-dollar bill on the table, and took her hand. I guided her to her feet, and the two of us walked hand in hand to my truck. She climbed in, and after I was in the cab, she looked over at me. “So, I hate to be forward like this, but I think it would be a bad idea to go back to Penny’s.”

  I smirked. “You think?”

  I drove to my place. Evelyn reached out to crank up the radio and rolled her window down. The wind blew her hair all over the place, and every time I looked over at her, she was smiling.

  How was someone so innocent and pure interested in being with me?

  I couldn’t understand it, and trying to make sense of it all only confused me more. I wasn’t going to ask questions. I wasn’t going to spoil the first truly good thing to happen to me since Ryder accepted me into his crew.

  When I pulled into my driveway, Evelyn leaned forward to peer up at the house. It wasn’t big by any means since I lived alone, but it was modern, and I knew the impression it gave: that I had money. It was all dark concrete and big windows with a grand frosted glass front door and matching garage.

  We drove under the garage door, and I parked the truck as I looked over at her. “Not what you expected, right?”

  She shook her head. “This is from all of that ‘moving money around’ business you told me about?”

  I nodded and got out of the truck. I walked around and opened her door. She turned to me, and I took her by the waist and lifted her down. She followed along behind me as I went in through the side door to the house. We kicked off our shoes in the entryway, and I led her by the hand down the hall into the kitchen and living room area.

  It was encased by nothing but windows. My property was private and fenced in with tall, dense hedges. The backyard was lit, trimmed planter boxes and a couple standing lamp posts at the corners of the patio.

  The living room itself was modern and minimalist. I liked things sleek and simple. The furniture was dark and smooth lines. The kitchen was much the same with black cabinets and white countertops.

  “Your place is beautiful,” Evelyn said.

  “Thanks.” I liked my house, sure, but it was pretty lonely most of the time. I never had any of the MC over because of how different my lifestyle was to theirs. The only company I had was women I planned on banging and ditching.

  But not Evelyn. She was the first girl I’d brought home who I wanted spending the night. Or a few. Or perhaps, even more than that.

  She dropped her purse on the sofa and turned to face me. Her dress was so tight, it looked like it had been painted onto her body. The dark blue fabric had a slight shimmer to it that I could only see when she moved. It showed off her long, sexy legs and her perky tits. All I wanted to do was kiss her skin and put her on her back. I wanted to feel her legs wrapped around me as I fucked her hard and deep until she coated me in her juices.

  “Where’s your bedroom?” she asked, pulling me from my reverie.

  I nodded my head down the hall.

  She walked ahead of me. Each step was graceful, and I watched the steady sway of her hips and the curve of her spine in the open-back cut of her dress. She was the most magnificent creature I’d ever laid eyes on.

  When she arrived at my bedroom door, she nudged it open and stepped inside. The room was large and much the same style as the living room. Except the walls were black. The bedding was navy blue, and all the furniture was dark. It was my solace, and the place I could turn off all thoughts about my life.

  It was the place I would worship her.

  She put her back to the bed and faced me as she nudged the straps of her dress off her shoulders. I watched, transfixed, and she began shimmying it down her body. Her breasts sprang free first. She hadn’t been wearing a bra underneath that skintight fabric. Her nipples were hard and dark pink and begging to be suckled.

  She pulled the dress down farther over her hips and then her thighs, and it fell at her feet. As she stepped out of it, she worked her panties off. Then, she stood before me naked and proud.

  Evelyn put her back to me and arched her spine. Her ass was full and on display, and I couldn’t resist moving forward to squeeze her cheeks. She was a good handful, and she leaned back to rest her head on my chest. Looking up at me, green eyes sparkling, she whispered, “This is all I’ve thought about for days.”

  I reached around to cup her throat and held her there. “And all I’ve thought about is that tight, juicy pussy of yours.”

  She smiled and stretched up to her tiptoes to kiss my jaw. “What are you going to do to me, Derek?”

  I nipped at her lips and gave her ass a sharp little smack. She yelped and then giggled as I released her throat and let my hand trail down the length of her body. I stopped to massage her breasts and flick my thumb over her nipples. I followed the line down the middle of her stomach to her navel, where I continued lower until I met her wet center. I pressed a finger to her clit. “I’m going to make you scream. I wanted to hear you the other night.”

  She trembled in my grasp and reached down to grip my wrist. Her nails pressed gently into my skin. “Will you let me suck your cock tonight?”

  I eased my finger lower, spreading her pussy open as I traced her opening. “You don’t have a choice, baby. I’m going to fuck you in all your holes.”

  She whimpered as I slid a finger inside her. I’d almost forgotten how tight she was. I worked her nice and slow. This go-around, I was going to take my time. Before had felt too rushed. The need to be quiet and hide our passion had taken some of the fun out of it. Tonight would be different. There was no holding back this time.

  Evelyn’s grip on my wrist tightened as I pushed her closer to her orgasm. She pushed down on my hand, pleading silently with me to go deeper. I did. I pushed inside her, and she sighed breathlessly and melted against me. I ran my other hand up her back and around her shoulders. I wrapped my arm around her and held her to me as I stretched her with another finger.

  “Oh god,” she breathed.

  I kissed the side of her neck and looked down the front of her body. Her tits rose and fell with each breath. I was eager to put them in my mouth and to taste her skin. I could see my hand moving in and out of her down below. She spread her legs a little farther. I held her up as her knees almost gave out.

  “That’s it, baby. Just let it go. Come for me.”

  Evelyn reached up to grab the arm I had wrapped around her shoulders. She clung desperately to me as I fucked her hard and fast. She was sloppy wet, and the sounds mixed with the scent of her arousal had my cock twitching in my pants.

  She pressed her ass against me, against the thickness of my erection beneath my jeans. She let one hand fall from my arm, and she massaged my cock through the fabric.

  Then, she trembled and quivered and moaned as she came all over my fingers. I rubbed her clit, spreading her juices around, and lifted my hand to her mouth. “Open,” I said huskily.

  She did as I asked and sucked my fingers clean.

  “That’s a good girl.”

  Chapter 22

  Evelyn

  Derek was everywhere.

  His tongue was in my mouth, and his fingers were in my pussy. His cock was pressed between my ass cheeks and was stretching his jeans tight. His breath was my breath.

  I found his zipper and pulled it down. He chuckled into my mouth, and I purred as I rolled my hips in his groin. “I want
more,” I whispered greedily.

  Derek walked me forward until my knees hit the bed. Then, he pushed me down so I was bent over it in front of him. I was starting to get the idea he really liked to look at me from behind.

  I lifted my hips off the bed to give him a good show.

  He growled low in his chest and slapped my ass. I wiggled it for him, and he grabbed both my hips to hold me still. The bed creaked as he planted his hand on the mattress at my side and leaned over me so that his lips were beside my ear. “Just tell me if it’s too much, baby.”

  “It won’t be,” I said. The words left me before I’d even thought them through.

  He gathered my hair in his fist and pulled my head gently back, forcing me to look at the ceiling. “Tough girl, huh?”

  I grinned and tried to nod, already forgetting his hold on me. I licked my lips instead and looked over at him out of the corner of my eye. “Are you just going to talk about fucking me, or are you actually going to do it?”

  His laugh was deep and sexy as hell. He planted a kiss on my cheek and straightened above me, never letting go of my hair. He stood behind me and pushed my knees apart.

  It was strange to be lying on my stomach like this. My legs were spread, and my toes were on the floor. The bed was so high that all my muscles were flexed in my legs as I struggled to keep myself in place for him. My spine was curved as he pulled me up until my tits were off the bed. I never knew I was this flexible.

  Derek put his hand between my legs and started rubbing my pussy in slow circles. I moaned to show my appreciation of the touch. I would have lifted my ass even higher for him, but I was stretched to max capacity. His finger slipped inside me and performed a nice little swirl that had me closing my eyes with pleasure.

  Then, my pussy was empty, and his wet fingers were tracing the opening of my ass. I flinched, and he tightened his hold on my hair. “Relax, baby.”