Chapter 22
Derrick
Something about her makes me forget what I set out to do. This was supposed to be teaching her a lesson. Instead, she taught me how easily she can make me lose my focus.
Nicole looks on drowsily as I maneuver off the bed. With my anger exhausted, I can appreciate how I ended up giving into temptation. Her blouse is still up past her tits, providing a tempting view of the full underside. Meanwhile, the skirt is bunched up, teasing me with the shadow at her pussy.
Damn this woman. She took the abuse, letting me have my release even though I was pushing her at every step. I force myself to turn away because my cock is already stirring, and I haven’t even fully caught my breath.
“We’re going home.” As much as I enjoyed this, I want her in my bed. And as soon as we get home, I’m going to put her there and fuck her until my neighbors can hear her pussy getting owned.
She nods, slowly at first. Pushing herself up on her elbows, she picks up the pace. “Okay.”
“Get dressed.” I pull up my jeans. “We’ll grab something to eat on the way.”
She swings her legs over, perching at the edge of the mattress. “Oh.” Her eyes widen then she jumps off so fast you’d think the bed was on fire.
I stop halfway through arranging my shirt. “Something wrong?”
Cheeks aflame, she presses her thighs together. “I, um, need to…” She clutches the side of her skirt with one hand and points urgently toward the bathroom with the other.
Slipping past me, she vanishes into the bathroom, the door promptly reopening. “Could I ask you to grab my bag? It’s on the couch,” she requests, gesturing to the living room.
“Sure.” Zipping up my jeans, I retrieve the bag I spotted earlier. When I return, she’s peeking out the door.
She reaches out. “Let me just take a quick shower—”
I jerk my arm back, drawing the handles out of her reach. I know exactly what she’s going to do, and I’m not about to help her erase me as easily as she did before. “No shower.”
Surprise flickers across her face. “But I—”
“No shower.” I want her disheveled, a reminder of our recent encounter—a sensation not so easily dismissed when she’s covered in my seed. “Clean up. Get dressed. Then we’re leaving.”
Her gaze drops to my chest before meeting my eyes, cheeks flushed again. “Okay,” she murmurs in acquiescence, shutting the door softly behind her.
As I return the bag to the couch in the cramped living room, I take a moment to appraise the surroundings. The apartment speaks of minimalism—sparse furnishings, and a decided lack of clutter. Everything seems meticulously organized.
There’s a compact coffee table that’s seen better days, devoid of flowers, art, or reading materials. The walls are a neutral color, unadorned except for a framed image of the Virgin.
The kitchen area barely has room for one, but everything’s in its place. The only thing that doesn’t seem right is that the oven door is ajar. A detail that strikes me as odd in this otherwise-tidy space.
I move closer and check inside. There are cookie sheets and pans, showing signs of regular use, likely things that don’t fit in the cabinets. Satisfied, I shut the door, ready to catch it in case it’s broken, but no, it stays closed.
The bathroom door opens so I head back to the bedroom. Nicole has a towel wrapped around her waist. She pulls panties out of a drawer then moves over to the bed, where she unwraps herself.
The sight of that sweet ass, with the pink mark on her right butt cheek, has my dick getting hard all over again. Way too quickly, she’s pulling up the plain black underwear, ruining what was a perfect view.
Definitely fucking her as soon as we get home.
I wander over to the dresser, putting a finger on either side of the drawer pull as she straightens the bed. She pointedly ignores the spot of wetness at the edge of the bedspread.
I smile to myself, pulling another black panty from the drawer. It’s soft, from use and washing, but I find myself running my fingers over it, knowing it’s touched her skin.
Nicole reaches for the jeans, then stops in her tracks. She looks in my direction, as if asking for permission.
“Uh-uh,” I say, confirming what she already knows.
She moves toward the closet, trying to keep her weight off her ankle. A moment later, she turns back with a dress in her hand.
“Will this do? I have some flats I can use with it.”
It’s a white dress with big blue flowers that reminds me of a watercolor print. With a nod, I let her proceed, knowing she’ll look beautiful.
I bring the panties up to my nose as she shucks off her shirt and sets it over the jeans. Even in plain underwear, she’s a sight to see. I can’t wait to take her shopping and wrap her in something silky.
She slips the dress over her head and I realize I was wrong. She’s damn near stunning.
“I’ll get my shoes and a raincoat.”
“Sounds good.” I put on my own jacket, sticking the panties in my pocket.
The rain is still coming down when we walk out of her apartment. I check the ground, finding the stairs slick and huge puddles along the sidewalk leading to the parking area. Nicole isn’t going to make it down from the second floor without having a problem, not the way she was hobbling earlier.
The keys jingle, diverting my attention. Nicole pulls the key from the dead bolt then tugs on the knob to make sure the door’s locked. Well, at least that’s one positive on her safety practices.
Turning, she pushes the button on an umbrella she picked up on the way out. She glances up and stops short.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, her brow furrowed.
I shake my head in response.
“You’ve got that Derrick frown,” she points out, glancing across the apartment complex.
“Derrick frown?” How did I suddenly have a frown named after me.
“I recognize the expression, that’s your version of a frown,” she clarifies.
I hold back the grin trying to make it to my lips. “It’s raining,” I reply, intent on distracting her from my mood.
“That’s why I got my umbrella,” she says, bringing up the umbrella to cover her head. “It’s big enough for both of us.”
She moves slowly, with her trying to avoid putting weight on her injured foot. I could be angry at her carelessness, at the grace missing from her movements. And all for nothing, when she could have easily sat down with me and explained.
Yet the sight of her in that pretty dress brings a smile to my face. Though it’s more tapered to her body, it suits her much better than the jeans she was wearing earlier.
She reaches out as if she expects me to hand her the duffle bag I picked up from the couch. I shoot her a glare, silently telling her exactly what I feel about any man who’d let a woman carry luggage while he strolls along without a care in the world.
Instead, I lift the strap from my shoulder, pull it over my head, then toss the bag itself behind me. I’m essentially carrying it like a sling.
Nicole tilts her head, pressing her lips together. I hope that means she’s resigned herself to not getting the bag.
She steps forward, sharing the umbrella so we can try walking down the stairs together. But I have a better idea. I block her, making her pause. Gently, I wrap my arm around her back then lean down and scoop her up from behind her knees.
She swings the umbrella as she shrieks, which is enough to finally bring a smile to my lips.
“Derrick,” she exclaims, her eyes widening in surprise. She stiffens as I take the first step.
“Stay still and hold on,” I instruct, proceeding to the next step. “The duffle is a good counterweight, but if you throw us off-balance, we’ll both end up in that pond at the bottom of the stairs.”
“Sorry.” She complies immediately.
The door to the neighbor’s apartment opens. “Nicole?” She’s out quick enough to know she was standing by the door. I should have expected it, the way she gave me a once-over when I showed up. “Oh.” The amusement in the woman’s voice wins out over any semblance of concern.
“Oh goodness,” Nicole mutters, while she brings the umbrella up to cover us. “It’s just…I’m okay, Terri.”
“You sure there, Miss Goodie-Goodie,” Terri replies as I take careful steps so there’s no chance of hurting Nicole.
It’s impossible for Nicole to misinterpret the woman’s comment. Confirming my thought, Nicole turns one shade of red after another.
“It’s just that I heard a lot of…um, noise, coming from your apartment.” She pauses for dramatic effect. I continue down, unfazed. Terri surely meant to let Nicole know what she heard. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
I reach the landing. “So she knows who owns that pussy,” I say low enough for Nicole’s ears only.
Her lashes drop and her cheeks turn even redder, if that’s possible.
“Um…” Nicole swallows hard. “I am fine, Terri. Just fine.”
“Boy, I’d say so,” Terry replies.
“Please don’t mind her,” she pleads.
“Wouldn’t think of it.” I reach the ground, stepping into a massive puddle that comes up over my boots, soaking the bottom of my jeans. I’m reminded again that Nicole was trying to run in her current condition.
“It’s just that when people show up for someone in this neighborhood, they usually get taken away in handcuffs.”
The image of Nicole, in cuffs, her sweet body over my knees again, fills my mind. “We can try that later.”
Despite the orgasm that she had just minutes ago, her pupils dilate, making my cock stir. This has been such an eye-opening day with my girl. I’m almost ready to forgive her for making me chase her.
Reaching the edge of the water, I step up to the sidewalk and keep going.
“I can walk the rest of the way,” Nicole assures me.
“I’m sure you could.” I continue down the path as the rain comes down around us.
“Half the neighbors are watching,” she says, fidgeting with the umbrella.
I glance toward the building on the right. Curtains twitch in the windows of several apartments along the way. It doesn’t surprise me. People are curious by nature, and with everyone inside and nothing to do, we’re the focus of their attention.
When I get to my SUV, which, thankfully, is still intact. I didn’t think about it, but I should have had my keys in hand. With no other recourse, I put Nicole down on the sidewalk, careful to find a spot where water won’t get into the blue flats she decided on.
I fish the fob out of my pocket, unlocking the door, then opening it for her. She nods, offering a shy smile.
Three guys from another building are hanging out on their second-floor patio. Their focus is squarely on Nicole. They’re giving her way too much attention and I don’t like it, not at all.
When she steps closer, I reach for the umbrella, leaving her confused. Without a word, I cup the back of her head, crushing my mouth to hers. I keep her there, despite the catcalls, until she gives in, letting my tongue past her lips.
Satisfied, I release her, leaving her looking a little dazed.
I don’t like that these guys are watching her. I don’t like that they probably watched her when she got here. While I can’t change that, I can make sure that’s the last time they ogle her. I’ll be damned if she ever comes back here.
I circle around the back of the SUV, sparing a glance at the balcony. Two are back to talking to each other, the third one pulls out his phone, his attention still focused in our direction.
Annoyed, I yank the door open then climb in behind the wheel and lock the doors.
“You buckled in?” I ask, taking care of the same task.
“Yes.” She nods, adding a sweet smile while I start the engine.
As I pull out onto the street, her phone rings. Nicole pulls it from her bag and stares at the screen. I give a quick glance out of the corner of my eye to find her biting her bottom lip.
Jealously tears at me from inside. That asshole on the patio wouldn’t dare. I turn toward her. “Who’s calling?”