Getting up off the stool, I help her gather up the food and carry everything out into the dining room. “It’s been going good.” Stopping before I can finish my sentence, my stomach rolls at the smell of the green bean casserole that I’m holding. My palms begin sweating as I hurry to set it down on the table.
Noticing my state of panic, Kate asks me with confusion marking her face, “Blake, are you okay? You look a little pale.”
Shaking my head, my mouth begins to salivate from the nausea, “Yeah, I just don’t feel so good all of a sudden.” As my stomach lurches, I cover my mouth rushing to the bathroom. Dropping to my knees in front of the toilet, my body rids itself from this morning’s breakfast. My body shudders while I hold onto the cool porcelain and dry heave. “Yeah,” I say trying to catch my breath when I hear someone knocking on the door.
“Are you okay babe?” Derrick asks with concern evident in his tone as he cracks the door open peeking inside to check on me. Reaching up, I pull the lever flushing the toilet. Sitting back, I lean my head against the wall turning to look at him. “Did you get another text?” he asks with his eyebrows dipping into a v.
“No,” I answer shaking my head. “I was helping Kate carry the green bean casserole to the table and the smell of it made me sick.”
Stepping in the bathroom, Derrick closes the door behind him. Offering me his hand, I take it while he helps me up off the floor. Putting the toilet lid down, I take a seat while he rummages through the linen closet asking, “Are you sick? Do you think we should leave?”
Oddly enough, I actually feel better. “No, actually I feel better, tired, but better. Is that weird?” I ask not sure if what I just said made any sense.
“I don’t know. Maybe something just didn’t sit right with you from this morning,” he replies finding a washcloth. Running it under the faucet, he wrings it out and steps in between my legs wiping my face. This right here is why I love him so much. No matter what, he’s there for me, not running away.
“Why are you so good to me?” I ask quietly gazing up at him. I have to know. After my talk with Kate in the kitchen, I need to know if he really does see me the way she described.
“Because I love you, more than you could possibly understand. Until you Blake, I’ve never felt as wanted as you make me feel. Not even from my own family,” he answers gingerly tilting my head up to look at him while he wipes the sweat off my face.
Leaning down, his lips gravitating towards mine I whisper through a smile, “Just so you know Derrick, I love you very much and I’ll always want you. Don’t ever doubt that.” When his lips meet mine, my hands skate up his arms and around his neck holding him to me. Our lips seal against each other’s in a tender kiss.
Breaking the kiss first, a grin tugs at the corners of his lips as he pulls me up, “Come on. Let’s go eat. Wait. Do you think you can eat, I mean with your stomach upset?” he asks.
I’m touched by the fact that he’s so concerned for me, but I’m a little hungry now since I’ve thrown up my breakfast. “I can eat, just help keep the green bean casserole away from me,” I say chuckling and screwing up my face.
Entering the kitchen, we follow the sounds of everyone talking into the dining room. Derrick pulls out my chair for me as Kate asks, “Are you okay?”
I nod as Derrick pushes my chair in for me. “Yeah, I think it was something I ate earlier this morning.”
We pass around dishes of corn, sweet potato casserole, rolls, mashed potatoes, stuffing, green bean casserole, which Derrick intercepts and keeps far away from me, and turkey. The mood is light while we all talk about the things we’re all grateful for. We talk about what Dean and I are doing for winter break and how school’s been. Mr. Adams turns his attention to Derrick and asks, “So Derrick, tell us what it is you do.”
Washing down his food with a glass of wine he answers, “I’m the CEO of Atlantic Knight’s Resort in Atlantic City.”
“And how did you and Blake meet?” he asks before taking a bite of his sweet potatoes.
Peering at me through the corners of his eyes, I watch the corners of his lips tug into a grin as he chews around his food. Wiping the corners of his mouth with his napkin he replies, “Actually, I met Blake at Frankie’s.” Turning his attention to Mr. Adams, his hand finds my knee and he gently caresses it. “She wasn’t very friendly at first, but I was relentless and persistent. There was just something about her I couldn’t leave alone.”
Nodding, Mr. Adams places his elbows on the table folding his fingers under his chin. I know he’s trying to figure out what to say about Derrick’s comment. “Well, you must have done something right, because I’ve never seen her like this before. Keep up the good work Derrick,” he replies sincerely.
I smile over at Mr. Adam’s with adoration. Feeling elated from his response, my eyes scan around the table looking at everyone, knowing that these people truly do love me and genuinely want to see me happy. My trance is broken when Kate jumps in, “Where are you from Derrick?” She asks.
Finishing off the remnants of food on his plate, he sets his silverware down and replies, “I’m from Colorado.”
His answer must have intrigued her because she says with a wide smile, “Our family attorney is from there too.”
“It’s a nice state, and there are times that I miss it, but I love it here on the east coast,” he replies smiling.
With my hunger satisfied, I push my plate away from me and try to think back and recall if Landon ever mentioned that he was from Colorado. Pushing my chair back, I stand excusing myself from the table when I feel a slight tug on my fingers. Derrick quietly asks while the others carry on their conversations, “Where are you going?”
“To the restroom,” I answer.
“Do you feel like you’re going to be sick again,” he asks quietly so no one else around us will hear what he’s saying.
“No, I feel fine,” I reply. Nodding, he releases my fingers, and I make my way to the bathroom.
Returning from the restroom, I walk down the foyer bypassing the stairs that lead to the second floor. Walking into the living room, directly across from the dining room, I find myself gazing at all the family photos on the mantel of the fireplace behind the couch. There’s a picture of Dean. He has his arm draped over his brother Jake’s shoulders, their faces wind burnt. They’re dressed in ski gear, each of them holding onto their skis smiling. Seeing the camaraderie that they share brings a smile to my face. I continue slowly, glancing at each picture on the mantel. My eyes go wide, and a sense of longing fills me when I see a picture of a family barbeque with Landon in it.
The sun shines brightly on the whole family, casting their shadows on the back porch. Trees in full bloom with white and pink blossoms make the perfect backdrop. Smoke billows in the wind from the smoke stack peeking out from behind the group. A small smile tugs at my lips as I pick up the picture. I really do miss Landon. Dean stands between him and Mr. Adams. With one hand tucked in his tan cargo shorts and the other holding a beer. His crystal blue eyes glimmer with the sun beating on his face. My thumb absentmindedly smoothes back and forth over the glass in the frame. I’ve sent him a couple of texts and called him a few times, but they have all gone unanswered. I still have no idea why he stormed out of my apartment. My face falls and my mood turns somber when I realize just how much I need him in my life. I hate feeling so torn. I love Derrick; there’s no doubt about that. I know he would do anything for me, but a little voice in the back of my head tells me that Landon would too.
Just as I return the picture back to its spot on the mantel, large arms wrap around my waist. Enveloped in Derrick’s warmth, he rests his chin on my shoulder kissing behind my ear. Whispering he asks, “What are you looking at?”
I lay my head back on his shoulder staring at the picture of Landon and answer, “Nothing.” I know that I’m lying to him but what am I supposed to say. Noticing my line of sight, I feel Derrick press in further to get a look at what I’m staring at. A twinge of p
anic seizes me causing me to spin around in his arms. I take him by surprise capturing his lips with mine in a tender kiss. “Are you ready to go?” I ask around sweet kisses.
Smiling against my mouth, he answers in a husky voice, “Yeah.” I know it’s wrong to use my new sexual appetite against him, but it seemed like the perfect diversion to keep him from seeing Landon. I know they don’t know each other, but I still don’t want to take the chance of having to explain to him who he is and why I couldn’t stop staring at him.
“Oh shit, babe I almost forgot, I have to make a call to a friend of mine to wish him Happy Thanksgiving. Why don’t you go tell everyone bye while I step outside and make this call,” he says guiding me to the foyer.
I cock an eyebrow at him because I don’t know why he just won’t make the call in front of me. “Why can’t you just call him now?” I ask apprehensively.
“I don’t want to be rude. I know his family’s going to want to talk to me too, especially since I haven’t been back home in a couple of years. Don’t worry, I’ll come back in once I get done and say bye to everyone,” he says casually.
“Okay,” I reply covering a yawn with the back of my hand. Giving me a chaste kiss on the forehead, he walks out the front door closing it behind him. Walking into the kitchen, I start helping Kate and Dean clear the table. Completely forgetting about Jake, I ask, “Where’s Jake?”
Dean bursts into laughter saying, “The past what, four hours that you’ve been here you just now noticed that he’s gone.”
Narrowing my eyes at him, Kate answers my question, “He’s at his girlfriend’s house.”
“That’s too bad, I was going to ask him about a story that involved Dean and some handy artwork,” I say keeping my eyes glued to Dean. Now it’s my turn to laugh as he shoots daggers at me with his eyes.
Kate joins in with me. I start wrapping leftover food in aluminum foil and putting the dishes in the sink. I might as well make myself useful while Derrick makes his phone call. “Where’s Derrick?” Dean asks.
“He stepped outside to make a call real quick,” I answer while opening the fridge and loading some of the leftovers in it.
A few minutes later, Kate, Dean and I are sitting around the table talking when Derrick comes back in. Looking at me he smiles, “You ready to go babe?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I say standing. “Did you want to ride back with us Dean?” I ask. I’d hate for him to spend the money on a train when he could catch a ride back with us.
“Naw, it’s all right. I’m going to stay here through the weekend, but I’ll see you on Sunday,” he replies coming around the table enclosing me in a hug.
“Okay, I’ll see you then,” pulling out of his hold, I walk over to Kate leaning down and giving her a hug. “Thank you so much for inviting us,” I murmur to her.
“You know you don’t need to thank me, you’re welcome here anytime. I love you and stop by more often, okay?” she says holding me tight to her.
Releasing me from her hold, she stands as I step back. Walking up to Derrick, she wraps her arms around him as he thanks her for inviting him. “You’re more than welcome, and treat her right,” she mumbles patting him on the back.
“Yes ma’am,” he answers as her arms drop from around him. Dean and Derrick shake hands and talk about seeing each other later.
Looking around, I ask, “Where’s Mr. Adams?”
A chuckle escapes Kate when she answers, “In the bathroom.” She arches an eyebrow meaning need-I-say-more.
My eyes widen in recognition of what she means, and I say chuckling, “Ohh…well on that note, please tell him that we said thank you for everything.”
“I will dear. Drive safe and text Dean to let us know that you’ve made it in all right,” she says holding the front door open as Derrick and I step out onto the front porch.
Making our way down the steps and to the Range Rover, I look back over my shoulder waving at her and Dean.
Slamming my phone down on the desk in my office, I sweep my hands through my hair sighing in frustration. I can’t fucking believe this. Landon paid that motherfucker to check out that fucking Juan Martinez guy, and now I hear from Landon that he can’t be found.
It’s a week before Blake’s birthday and I still haven’t found out anything, except that Landon’s contact went to Florida and found nothing. This guy’s supposed to be ex-special forces, and he can’t find shit out. Shaking my head, what the fuck am I supposed to do now. I promised Blake that I wouldn’t ever let anyone hurt her again. Resting my elbows on my desk, I hang my head in despair. There’s nothing else I can do to protect her.
I’ve already informed Dean about the texts. He was pissed when I told him. He couldn’t understand why Blake didn’t mention them to him. I couldn’t answer that either. Blake and I had argued about that very thing actually. She’d said that she didn’t need him worrying about her any more than he already does. Blake asked me to respect her wishes, but I told her no. I told her that her safety was my number one priority and that if she didn’t like it then she would just have to be pissed. By the finality in my tone, she stopped her protests, but sulked for a couple of days by not talking to me.
Looking at the time on my computer screen, I grab my phone and keys leaving my office. I’d told Blake this morning that I would meet her for lunch at my place since my meetings weren’t until later this afternoon and she had a three-hour gap between her classes today.
The smell of eggs assaults me as soon as I walk into the foyer of my penthouse. As the kitchen comes into view, I see Blake standing behind the stove flipping eggs. Tossing my keys on the bar, I ask groaning, “Babe are you eating eggs again?”
Looking over her shoulder, she smiles at me. “Yeah. A fried egg sandwich with mayonnaise and salsa sounded delicious for lunch.”
My stomach lurches and my face screws up in disgust from that comment. “You want some?” She asks, laughing.
Opening the fridge, I look around for all the things to make a sandwich answering her, “Naw, I’m good.”
Fetching the luncheon meat, cheese, lettuce, tomato and pickles, I set them all on the counter next to Blake shutting the fridge. Pulling out two pieces of bread, I start building my sandwich. I can’t help but watch Blake standing here in my kitchen cooking. I swear to God I fall more and more in love with her every day.
Standing behind her, my arms enclose around her waist while I hold onto my sandwich. Leaning her head back against my chest, I lean down kissing her ear. “Do you know how much I love you baby?” I ask, squeezing her tighter to me.
Shaking her head, she says playfully, “Nope, but you could show me how much.”
Raising an eyebrow at her suggestion, I swirl my hips grinding against her delectable plump ass while trailing kisses up and down her neck. Reaching over to the stove, I set my sandwich down and turn off the burner. Murmuring against Blake’s ear, I ask, “How do you want me to show you Blake?”
Skimming my nose up and down her neck inhaling her sensual scent, I feel her body shudder beneath my touch. “What do you want me to do to you Blake?” I ask again. Her hands drift over mine gliding them up over her breasts. I know what she’s silently asking for. Slowly I begin massaging her large round breasts. Admiring the way they fit perfectly in my hands, I look over her shoulder, watching my hands as I give a light squeeze, extracting a moan out of Blake. “I love the way your tits fit in my hands. It’s as if they were made for me. It also seems like they’ve gotten a little bigger since the last time, or is it that they’re full and aching with need, begging for my attention.” I say, my voice is husky and lust filled. My dick grows harder and longer when Blake’s ass glides back and forth against me.
Trailing my hands down from her breasts over her ribs, I pull at the hem of her shirt lifting it up and over her head tossing it aside. With her back still to me, I grasp her shoulders turning her around to see a half-naked Blake with dark green lust-filled eyes gazing back at me. Within a flash, her arms wra
p around my neck, one hand tugging at my hair and her lips crashing into mine. Our tongues are lapping and brushing against each other’s. I feel Blake’s leg glide up mine and hook around my hip, molding our bodies together. Breaking the kiss, she says panting, “Derrick I need you and I need you now.”
Crushing her lips back down on mine, I reach around clutching the globes of her ass firmly lifting her off the floor and carrying her to my room. Falling on the bed, my body hovers above hers as I slowly begin thrusting forward with my hips, and by the sounds of her moans, I’m hitting the right spot. Kissing my way down her body, my fingers make deft movements, undoing the button and zipper on her pants. In one quick fluid movement, her panties and pants are on the floor with my face buried in the apex of her thighs.
Her loud scream fills the room as I watch Blake’s chest bow off the bed through my lashes. Her fingers grip the sheets beneath her while her body writhes from the pleasure I’m unleashing on her core. “Derrick Please…oh…my…God!” she screams.
“Do you like that? Does it feel good?” I ask licking between her folds and her swollen clit. My tongue makes quick work lapping up her essence. Her swollen pleasure spot begins pulsating beneath my tongue indicating that she’s close.
“Derrick…now…I’m so close. Please?” she begs in between pants and strangled cries.
Standing up, I make quick work of my pants and boxer briefs, grabbing her legs and yanking her to the edge of the bed. Raising her legs, I rest them on my chest with her ankles dangling over my shoulders. “Blake, look at me. I want you to watch me.” Rising up on her elbows, I gaze into her hooded eyes as I slowly enter her, sinking in deep. She tosses her head back moaning in pleasure. Pulling back, teasing her I nip the inside of her ankle. Her head snaps up with wide eyes just as I ram forward filling her to the hilt. With Blake’s sweet tight pussy contracting around me, I can’t stop my eyes from rolling into the back of my head. If this is what heaven feels like, then I’ve been living a life in hell.
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