Why Not Now? (The Blue Vista Crew #2)

34. Chapter 34

Chapter 34

Ava

D erek insists we stay for dinner. Turns out there’s plenty of food, and we have a lot of fun chatting and laughing. Lacey plays with Cerberus while Abyss watches from Derek’s lap, blinking with disdain at the dog’s antics. I tell everyone about the call I’d received from Sam Fontana and they congratulate me.

“I’m glad Sam called,” Vic says. “I know he wants some stuff done quick. I’ve told a few others, but I wouldn’t expect to hear from them until January. You need to get some business cards.”

“I have some.” I pull one out of my purse and hand it to her.

“This isn’t bad,” she says, looking it over with a critical eye before handing it to Spencer, who does the same. “I would make a couple minor tweaks to it. Do you have a logo?”

“You think that’ll be necessary?” I ask.

“We should sit down together,” Spencer says. “Make up a business plan for you. Between the four of us, we have quite a lot of experience with running a business.”

We agree to talk about it more in January and it seems like my life has suddenly turned around, like I’d been drowning for the last eight and a half years, but now I’ve been thrown a lifeline and I’m being pulled in. I just needed to accept the help.

When Lis starts to fall asleep on Spencer’s shoulder, he suggests it’s time to go home. Vic and Adalie go with them since they’d brought a car tonight instead of coming in an Uber. Justine also leaves, wrapping Lacey, then me, in a warm hug.

“I’m so happy for you,” she says. “Derek always did have to outdo his sisters. They each gave me one extra son. But he has to go and give me two extra daughters.” She smiles at us, and I see Lacey’s eyes well up with tears that echo mine. “I expect to see you both at dinner on New Year’s Day.” She kisses Derek’s cheek, then heads out.

When everyone is gone, I say, “I guess we should leave as well.”

“If Lacey doesn’t mind staying,” Derek says, “I have a daybed in my office.”

We go upstairs and he shows us the room.

“Why do you have a daybed?” I ask.

He shrugs. “It’s more comfortable than a futon and I’ve had people stay over occasionally.”

“This’ll be great,” Lacey says. “Do you have something I can wear?”

He grabs her a t-shirt and some shorts and gets her a new toothbrush. Then we say good night and I go with him into his room. Before I close the door, I notice Abyss following Lacey into the office.

“I think you lost your cat,” I tell him, turning to find him stripping off his shirt. My mouth goes dry as he displays his perfect abs.

“She’s a fickle beast. But she knows who feeds her. Do you want something to wear, too, sweetheart?”

My eyes shoot up to his. He’s caught me staring. After only a few weeks of us sleeping together as often as we can, the last few nights alone have been torture.

“I don’t think it’s necessary,” I say, my voice hoarse.

He comes toward me, his hands circling my waist, finding their way under my sweater. “Shall I help you get undressed?”

“Please, yes,” I whisper.

His eyes close for a brief moment and he lifts the shirt over my head, dropping it on the floor and capturing my lips with his in a sweet kiss that has me melting against him.

“I love it when you say please, Ava,” he says.

I chuckle. “Maybe you should beg me this time.”

He grins. “That’s my kink. Not yours.”

I wrap my arms around him, pressing my skin against his. “What’s mine then?”

He looks down at me with such fondness that my heart aches. “I don’t know. You tell me. I’ll do anything you want me to do.”

Heat flashes through me at his words.

“That. That’s my kink,” I say.

“What?”

“You saying you’ll do anything I want.”

He shakes his head and kisses me, his lips brushing mine softly. “That’s not a kink, sweetheart. That’s just a fact.”

He kisses me again, guiding me toward his bed where he sits me down and draws my bra straps off my shoulders, trailing his fingers along my arms, making my skin tingle. He stops at my hands, where he rubs his thumb over my left ring finger.

“Are your hands shaking?” I ask.

“Thanks for calling me out,” he says with a rueful smile.

“Are you nervous?”

He shakes his head. “I guess, when we broke up originally, I never let myself believe we could get back here. I love you, Ava. I’ve always loved you. And now you’re in front of me, and you look fucking gorgeous.” He lifts my hand, kissing the spot behind the ring. “You’re wearing my ring. I just… I’m having trouble believing how lucky I am.”

While one hand continues to hold mine, his other cups my face, his fingers tangling in my hair. He pulls me closer, kissing me gently, making me feel absolutely precious.

He removes my bra and presses me back onto the bed, pulling my leggings off as he moves away.

When he returns, he goes straight to my pussy, giving me a long, slow lick from my core to my clit that has me arching off the bed.

“Fuck,” I gasp as my pussy clenches with need.

Then he stops, folding his arms over my pelvis, propping his chin on his hands. I whimper and he chuckles, placing a soft kiss on my belly.

“I have a question,” he says.

I whimper again as my pussy throbs beneath him.

“The first time we were together, you said you haven’t used swear words since you got custody of Lacey. But you’ve been swearing more while in bed with me. So, is that because I’m so good?”

I glare at him. “You paused oral for an ego boost?”

“A man likes to know if he’s doing a good job.”

He dips his head to lick me again and I moan at the contact, but it’s just one lick before he looks back up, his eyebrows raised in question.

“Yes. Yes, you’re that good. Now get back to work.”

He laughs again. “Miss bossy.”

But he doesn’t say anything else, bending to his task. His tongue is magic. My hands reach into his hair, holding him in place as he licks me again and again, long sure strokes. Every time he passes over my clit, I ratchet a little higher, but he doesn’t remain there, continuing a slow, easy assault, making me pant and squirm to try to get closer to his mouth.

I moan as two fingers slide inside me, slipping in with ease. He begins to focus on that bundle of nerves, swirling his tongue around it once, twice, before sucking it between his lips.

I cry out as the orgasm crashes over me, clapping my hand over my mouth to muffle the sound, straining toward him as his fingers pulse in and out of me while my pussy clenches around them.

He pulls away, standing to remove his pants. He’s hard and glorious. This man should never wear clothes. My pussy trembles as I remember how that cock feels inside me. The orgasm was amazing, but I need more. I need him .

It’s a thought that should scare me, that would have scared me a few weeks ago. But as I watch him open his bedside drawer, I know I don’t have to be afraid.

“Derek?” I say, and he turns to me, condom in hand, but I hesitate.

“Just ask, sweetheart. Whatever it is, I’m going to do it, anyway.”

“I want you,” I say.

He laughs. “That’s good. You’re about to have me.”

I shake my head. “I want just you.”

Usually, I can ask for whatever I want in bed; I’m not shy. But this is something I’ve never asked for before, and I don’t know how he feels about it.

He closes his eyes and takes a long, deep breath.

“I’m going to need you to be explicit, sweetheart,” he says, his voice rough.

I climb to my knees, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my naked body against his. His dick jumps against my belly like it has a mind of its own. One of his arms snakes around my waist, pulling me as close as I can get.

“I want you to fuck me, Derek. No condom. Just you. Nothing separating us. I’m on birth control. I’m very careful with it.” I kiss him. “Please.”

He groans, dropping the condom back into the drawer and slamming it shut. Then he lifts me, dropping me into the middle of his bed, following me down. He crushes his lips to mine, settling between my thighs. The tip of his cock kisses my entrance and I try to press myself closer to him, onto him. He stops kissing me and sits up on his knees.

“What now?” I ask.

“Nothing,” he says, his chest heaving as he stares down to where our bodies are almost touching. Then his beautiful brown eyes meet mine, dark with desire. “I’ve never done this before. I want to watch.”

I swallow hard, propping myself up on my elbows. “I’ve never done this before either,” I say.

As though in unspoken agreement, our gazes drop down to where his cock brushes my core. He takes himself in hand, guiding his dick into me, inch after inch disappearing slowly inside of me until he’s fully seated. Our gazes rise, locking. My legs wrap around him and I draw him down to me for a kiss.

He begins to move, slowly at first. Long, deep thrusts that have me moaning and arching up to meet him. I dig my nails into his shoulders. He retaliates by dipping his head to suck on the side of my breast. After a moment, I’m certain there’s a new mark there when he kisses the spot.

“I need more,” I say. “Faster. Harder.”

He chuckles and sits up, adjusting my legs so one is wrapped around his hip and one is draped over his shoulder. The new angle allows him to thrust deeper. I watch as he looks down at where we’re joined.

“God, your pussy is so beautiful,” he says. “Especially when it’s filled with my cock.” He rams himself in deep on the last word and I gasp. He picks up the pace, keeping his thrusts deep and fast. My moans are sharper and getting louder. I clap a hand over my mouth so hopefully Lacey doesn’t hear.

Any time I look at him, he’s looking down at where our bodies come together. It’s the hottest thing I’ve seen in my life, the way he can’t seem to look away, his dark curls falling over his forehead. And his glasses. I’ve always been a sucker for him when he wears his glasses.

He grips my hip with one hand as he pounds into me, his other hand sliding down my leg to my pussy. I’m glad I covered my mouth because when he touches my clit, a spark of pleasure arcs through me and I scream.

“Fuck,” he groans.

I would say the same if I had any voice at all. My vision narrows to him alone, still watching as he thrusts in and out of me, filling me. I tremble, a flash of heat spreading through my body as my orgasm begins, tightening every muscle within me. He swirls his thumb around my clit and I tip over the edge, screaming again when my orgasm bursts.

Derek grunts and shoves inside me again, stilling as his own release hits him. He empties into me on a long groan, then slumps back onto his knees, letting my leg fall from his shoulder.

He’s breathing hard as he leans over me, his chest slick with sweat. I run my hands across him, linking my fingers behind his neck and tugging him down to kiss him.

“I love you,” I say as our lips brush. “So much.”

He gives me a soft smile. “Welcome to the club, sweetheart.”