Attraction: (A Temptation Series Stand-alone) (The Temptation Series Book 4)

by Golland, KM

  In the lead up to Christmas, I’d asked Derek if he had wanted to fly to Sydney to see his parents, even offering to go along with him. But he had been dead against that idea, saying, ‘I only go and see them if it’s an emergency, Carly.’ I’d replied with, ‘You can’t choose your family,’ to which he responded, ‘No, but that doesn’t mean I have to put up with their fucking bullshit. Family will hurt you the most if you are not careful. They share the same blood, so they know how to make you bleed.’ He’d then gotten angry and, for the first time in our relationship, I could see the pain he harboured where his family was concerned. I let it go after that, although it was definitely something I wanted to revisit. Family were unalterable, no matter how much we wished that were not the case at times.

  One month had now passed since Christmas and nothing further had been said. I was not normally one to try and fix people or push onto them their damaged issues. People have to want to fix themselves and their broken surroundings before someone can assist them with it. If they didn’t, repairs could not truly be made. That said, I found myself desperate to fix Derek’s broken relationship with his family. I could tell the rift tore him apart, and to bear witness to that was killing me. It literally hurt my chest.

  ‘Carly! Hurry the fuck up. We gotta go,’ Derek bellowed from the lounge room.

  Lucy had rung Derek a couple of days ago, explaining that Bryce and Alexis had gotten engaged during their trip to Italy and, as a surprise, she wanted to organise an impromptu engagement party and afternoon tea for when they arrived home.

  Personally, I thought it was a shit idea. Knowing Alexis, she’d want nothing more than to take it easy and recover from jet lag so that she could be fresh and lively for when she saw Nate and Charlotte the following day. Coming home and hosting an apartment full of friends and family? I was fairly sure she’d hate it.

  However, I’d learned very quickly that Lucy was a force to be reckoned with. Lucy, like her brother Bryce, got what she wanted. She was also very kind, sweet and highly knowledgeable. Without intending to, she intimidated me ... which never happened. I only ever felt what I wanted to feel. Nobody could force me otherwise. It was the one thing in life I controlled solely.

  I had my iPod switched to random while in the bathroom doing my hair and make-up. Singing the lyrics to ‘Sexual Healing’ by Marvin Gaye, I ignored Derek’s hassling from the other room. We had plenty of time. My make-up was complete and I just needed my lippy.

  I stretched and opened the mirrored cabinet door in my bathroom. A couple of near-empty bottles of lotion fell out like they always did and, rather than throwing them away, I put them back in and dug deeper for my MAC Everyday Diva red lipstick while swaying my hips to Marvin’s sexy song.

  ‘Got it!’ I said to myself with a victorious holler as I spotted the holy grail of lip wear and, twisting the lid off, started applying it to my lips as I closed the cabinet door.

  ‘Jesus!’ I yelled, startled by Derek’s sudden appearance behind me. The shock of seeing him made me smear the lippy on my cheek. ‘Now look what you’ve done!’

  Derek chuckled and held his hands up in surrender. ‘Sorry, here, I’ll help you,’ he said, grabbing the face washer and lifting it to my face.

  ‘Back the fuck off!’ I warned. ‘Oh my god, you don’t just wipe this with a damp face washer!’ I said incredulously, pointing to the canvas that was my made-up face.

  Stomping out of the bathroom, I retrieved my handbag and dug out my make-up remover tips. They were the one and only thing that could fix this epic disaster; they were my saving grace. ‘Face washer? He’s got to be kidding me.’

  As I approached the bathroom again, I could hear Derek singing ‘Sexual Healing,’ which stopped me in my tracks. Well, fuck me lyrically. My lower abdominal muscles together with the walls of my pussy clenched at the sound of his verbal sensuality. Yes, they clenched ... just like that.

  Hearing him sing that song was akin to my ears climaxing joyously, his voice as smooth as a silk scarf ... a baby’s bottom ... a pane of fucking glass. And when the word sexual rolled from his mouth, I swear I almost rolled on the floor.

  Being the happy voyeur that I was, I sleuthed my way closer to the door and snuck a little peek. Derek was resting his arse against the bathroom basin and fiddling with his phone. He had on a pair of dark denim jeans, black boots, white tee and his black leather jacket — the one he wore to Alexis’ birthday party. He looked absolutely irresistible ... like pie with cream.

  I stared at his mouth, taking pleasure in the way his lips were moving at a slow sensual pace, releasing melody and blessing me with intermittent glimpses of his silky soft tongue. I wanted to drink the words he sang; take them from his mouth with my own in a gentle kiss. Who am I kidding? Gentle kiss my arse. I want to suck them right out of his mouth in a frenzied Carly-style attack.

  My sights slowly skated down his chin, stopping at his neck while it throbbed and tensed in creating song. I wanted to touch it, bite it and lick it all over.

  At the request of getting up and making love tonight, I got an idea.

  I grabbed the mint flavoured oral gel we’d bought at Sexyland from the top drawer of my dresser and put it in the back pocket of my jeans. I then stepped into the bathroom.

  Derek looked up and his singing died off when he spotted the blaring heat in my gaze. Try and fucking douse this inferno, you firemonkey.

  I strode toward him and smacked my lips to his, sliding my hands up his pecs as I licked the tongue that had just made hot love to my ears. My swift assault caught him off-guard at first, but he recovered and returned my intensity with a strong and passionate squeeze of my arse.

  ‘You are one sexy fucker,’ I rasped, separating my mouth from his and dragging it down his strong smooth neck. ‘Keep singing,’ I instructed as I dropped to my knees and undid his belt.

  Derek stuttered at first, but picked up the lyrics while watching me release his cock into my hands. ‘Jesus, Carly!’

  ‘Sing!’ I demanded.

  I stroked my tongue up and down his firm, ridged length while he struggled with the fluency of the lyrics, mumbling words of sexual healing being good for him and it made him feel fine. It made me feel friggin’ fine too, hearing him say that while I blew gently on the crown of his dick.

  His head fell back, and the muscles in his neck flexed with a beautiful show of strength. ‘Fuuuuuck!’ he hissed.

  The song stopped and so did he, prompting me to look up and glare at him angrily: ‘ing! ucking ing!’ I mumbled through a mouthful of penis.

  ‘I can’t reach the iPod,’ he explained, straining as my tongue gently flicked his balls.

  Sucking one into my mouth, I slowly let it out again. ‘You’re a singer, sing without the fucking music. I don’t care. Just sing.’

  His eyes flared with the challenge and he opened his mouth, releasing lyrics about a woman who’d been cooling and that he’d been drooling. Straightaway, I recognised that he’d begun to sing ‘Whole Lotta Love’ by Led Zeppelin.

  I moaned and licked up his shaft before wrapping my mouth around him when he mentioned something about going down. As I deep-throated him, his head fell back in surrender, making me inwardly smile. There really was nothing better than watching a grown man come apart on the tip of your tongue. If he wanted a ‘Whole Lotta Love’, I was going to give it to him.

  Reaching behind me, I took hold of the mint gel from my back pocket and popped the lid. His head snapped forward at the sound, curious as to what I was doing. With a salacious glint streaming from my eyes, I squeezed a little on my outstretched tongue and then swirled it over his tip.

  The minty flavour was present, but it was in no way a substitute for the real thing and, in that moment, I vowed I would, at some stage, put mint sauce on his dick.

  Increasing the speed at which I slid him in and out of my mouth, I relaxed my jaw and let my lips glide along the masterpiece that was his cock. His heated length tensed within my hand, so I gripped tighte
r, glancing up and giving him a wicked grin.

  He smiled at me, a smile that spoke of greed, but also appreciation. ‘I can blow in you or on you. You pick,’ he offered while gently dragging his finger down the side of my cheek. Fuck me, this man screams sexy. He also screamed dominance, carnality and a rawness dipped in sugar. The man was fucking rock candy.

  Releasing him from within my mouth, I answered, ‘In me,’ and then stood up and positioned myself over the basin in an inviting manner by wiggling my arse with seductive intent.

  Opening my legs, I flipped up the chiffon skirt of my dress and flashed him my lace-covered arse while speaking to his reflection in the mirror. ‘I want it hard and fast. Don’t even give me a chance to think. Do you think you can handle that?’

  Without answering, he stepped up behind me and rubbed the head of his cock over my clit before pushing abruptly into my pussy, his eyes never leaving mine as he began to slide in and out at rapid speed.

  I gripped the edge of the sink as the force of his thrusts propelled me forward.

  ‘Hold the fuck on, baby,’ he warned.

  Placing my hand on the mirror, I braced myself. Oh, my, god! His unruly rhythm had me continuously slamming into bathroom cupboards which sat underneath the basin. I felt as though they would break at any moment. Either that or I would. My legs were aching, painful even, but the feeling of him pounding the ever-living fuck out of me had the magical ability to counteract with a pleasure so great that I wished it would never stop.

  ‘Oh, fuck,’ I screamed, ‘fuck!’

  Dropping my head, my back arched and I shuddered violently as my orgasm blasted through me like a freight train, forcing filthy uncontrollable grunts to leave my mouth. I loved it!

  Derek then groaned harshly and filled me, strangled lyrics about wanting to be my back door man leaving his mouth.

  I lifted my head to catch his reflection in the mirror and, breathing heavily, I asked, ‘Do you just?’

  My arse tensed with anticipation.

  ‘It’s not a matter of do I, Carly, it’s a matter of when will I.’

  He leaned over me and stuck his finger in my mouth, only to retract it and place it at the entrance of my arse, teasing it deliciously before sliding it in.

  ***

  After cleaning ourselves up and then getting a lecture from Lib because we’d left the en suite door open and scared Sasha with our animalistic mating calls, we’d left for City Towers.

  Upon exiting Bryce’s private elevator car, we were met with a roomful of people.

  ‘Oh, shit!’ I whispered to Derek and, performing my best impression of a ventriloquist, continued, ‘Lexi ain’t gonna be happy about this.’

  He draped his arm over my shoulder as we stepped into the room. ‘Why?’

  ‘Look at all these people! Would you want to come home to this after a fifty hour flight?’

  ‘I think it’s more like twenty hours in a private jet,’ he answered, kissing the top of my head.

  ‘Whatever. My point is you wouldn’t want to come home to a place full of people after just getting engaged and probably shagging the entire twenty or fifty hour flight home.’

  ‘Derek! Carly!’ Lucy squealed happily. ‘Thank goodness. God, I knew you were running late, but I didn’t think it would be this late. They’re almost here,’ she said excitedly.

  ‘How did you know we were running —’

  ‘Sorry,’ Derek butted in, ‘you can blame Carly for that.’

  I gave him a bite-me look in response. ‘Well, maybe next time I’ll keep my mouth closed and you can keep your dick in your pants,’ I chided.

  Lucy bit back a grin and jiggled Alexander who sat comfortably on her hip. He smiled at me so I smiled back. The next thing I knew, he was lunging toward me.

  ‘Whoa, do you want to go to Carly, Al?’ Lucy asked her infant son as she laughed but struggled with his shift of weight.

  Oh no, no, no, noooooo. He lunged again and, unfortunately, this time I had no choice but to put my arms out and catch him. Shit! Shit! What the hell do I do with it?

  No doubt resembling a stunned mullet, I stiffened and felt highly uncomfortable. I don’t do kids, especially little ones with more drool outside of their mouth than in.

  Derek chuckled while pretending to grab Alexander’s nose. ‘Stop looking at him as if he is about to grow another head.’ Well, fuck. He just might. These little things are unpredictable.

  ‘I’m not. He just surprised me, is all. Kids don’t normally lunge at me like that,’ I said with a faux smile as Alexander placed his wet soggy finger on my perfectly applied eyeshadow. Get it off! Somebody take this thing, please!

  Just as I was about to hand him back to his mother, her phone beeped. ‘ “They are here”,’ she read out loud. ‘Oh my god, they are here! Everyone, take your places.’ Lucy hurried off and, much to my disgust, left Alexander in my arms.

  I turned back to Derek with what I can only imagine was a look of terror plastered on my face.

  ‘Here, I’ll take him,’ he said, holding his arms out to Alexander. Al, once again like a monkey, leapt toward Derek.

  ‘Hey, buddy, who’s getting heavy now?’ he asked while holding him above his head like an aeroplane.

  Alexander squealed and laughed uncontrollably. And even though I did not relate to little humans all that much, their laughter was infectious.

  Derek brought him back down only to place him on his shoulders and, instantly, Alexander smacked him on the head.

  ‘Hey, Al, play the guitar, remember? Not the drums. Only tools like Will play the drums.’

  ‘I heard that,’ Will said to Derek as he sidled up beside me. ‘Jaws, how they hangin’?’

  ‘Hey, ease up. They don’t hang, they sit,’ I explained eloquently. ‘I haven’t entered the age of hanging tits yet.’

  ‘No, you are quite right. They sure as hell don’t hang,’ Will stated, eyeing my chest.

  ‘You have exactly half a friggin’ second to find something else to look at, Will,’ Derek cautioned in a tone that held a grave warning.

  ‘Too late! Those,’ he said, with a shit-eating grin while pointing his beer to my chest, ‘are imprinted on my brain.’

  ‘Un-friggin’ imprint them now!’ Derek stated in an icy tone.

  Will tapped Derek on the head like a bongo, making Al do the same. ‘No can do.’

  I cracked up laughing, then pursed my lips while watching Derek struggle between a rock and a hard place. He could not do or say anything with Alexander on his shoulders.

  Derek took in a deep breath. ‘Later, mate. You and I are havin’ words later.’

  Will placed his hand on my shoulder and squeezed it teasingly, then smiled at Derek. ‘Is that all?’ he asked, deliberately provoking him. He then whispered into my ear. ‘And you thought he wasn’t serious about you.’

  Just as Lucy called everyone to hush, I elbowed Will in the ribs, which made him grab at his abdomen before stumbling backward and heading toward where Matt was chatting to some brunette.

  ‘Everyone shush,’ Lucy called out. ‘Bryce and Alexis are in the elevator. Get ready.’

  Everyone ceased their discussions and waited patiently for the doors to open and, soon enough, the elevator pinged and they slid apart.

  Bryce and Alexis stepped into the room, Bryce with his hand on Alexis’ belly. ‘... And because you are carrying my —’

  ‘Surprise!’ we all shouted.

  Both of them looked up, shock emanating from their faces. ‘... Baby,’ Bryce stuttered, completing his sentence.

  ‘Oh. My. God!’ I gasped, smiling, but with a sense of unease.

  ‘Shit!’ Derek mumbled as Alexander bounced on his shoulders, making it a task for Derek to keep a hold of him. ‘Bryce doesn’t muck around, does he?’

  Alexis stood frozen to the spot, mouth agape at the sight of all the smiling faces before her.

  ‘You’re pregnant again?’ Lucy asked, appearing ready to burst at the seams with happines
s.

  Alexis — still in shock — just nodded, and both she and Bryce were then instantly swarmed by their families.

  Turning toward Derek, I looked up at Alexander who was now scratching Derek’s head.

  ‘For f-f— sake, Al, stopping scratching,’ he complained.

  Looking from Alexander to Derek and then to Alexander again, the bond they seemed to share hit me with force. Oh, hell. Derek would make a great father. It was obvious that he was naturally paternal — it seeped from his pores.

  ‘You didn’t, mate?’ he questioned nervously, while scrunching up his face in disgust. ‘Shit, you did. You just drooled on my head, didn’t you?’

  I stretched up on my tiptoes to see the damage. ‘Yep, he sure did. Consider your head the shiniest I’ve ever seen it,’ I laughed.

  ‘What are you doing up there?’ Nic asked angrily as she approached Derek. Nic was Lucy’s lesbian partner. Or was it wife? I’m fairly sure they were as married as lesbians could be in the state of Victoria. ‘Come here,’ she said, putting her arms up for Alexander.

  ‘He’s fine, I’ve got him,’ Derek snapped. ‘I know how to look after a baby, Nic. I’m not stupid.’

  Nic scoffed. ‘Some may disagree.’

  ‘Hey!’ I scowled, standing in front of Derek. ‘What the hell crawled up your arse? The bitch brigade?’

  Nic took a step back and glared in horror at me, then even more so at Derek before she walked off with Alexander.

  ‘What’s her problem?’ I asked with disbelief.

  ‘She’s a man trapped in a woman’s body,’ he said quietly, firing daggers into the back of her head. ‘I guess that would be enough to piss anyone off.’

  As I watched Nic leave the room and Derek’s gaze follow her, I sensed the two of them had history. Bad history.