Chapter 56 Derrick
DERRICK
We got back from our adventure day and side quest of purchasing a home for Isla and Finn.
I had a shower, freshened up, and headed straight over to Charlie’s villa.
I think we needed to talk. I’m shitting myself as I walk toward his villa, my heart is thumping in my chest. I knock on the door, and Everly answers it, her eyes widen when she sees it’s me.
“Um, you know what, I’m just going to go, you go right in.” She smirks, grabbing her phone off the entry table and disappearing out of the villa. This is giving me pause. What the hell am I stepping into?
“Everly, who’s at the …” Charlie stills as he walks into the living room. “Derrick?”
“Hey,” I say, giving him an awkward wave. “Your sister had to leave,” I tell him.
“Bet she did,” he grumbles. “What do you want?”
Okay, we are back to the moody grump again. At least I now understand why. “You’re just a ray of sunshine today, aren’t you?” I slam the villa door behind me. “I nearly died today …”
Charlie’s eyes widen at my comment, and as soon as the words left my mouth, I realized what I said.
He literally nearly died in combat, he lost a leg for fuck’s sake.
Urgh. I’m an idiot. I’m about to tell him to forget I ever said anything or ever turned up.
I keep putting my foot in it with this man, he makes me so nervous to be around, not because he’s scary or moody, but because I like him.
It feels like forever since I liked someone, and the fact that this man is a handful makes me want him even more.
Plus, he is hot, and huge, and I honestly want to see how big his dick is because the man is thick, so I can just imagine he is sporting a monster in his pants.
“Want a beer?” he asks, pulling me from my wayward thoughts.
The question is so unexpected that I just nod.
He walks into the kitchen and pulls two beers out of the fridge.
When his back is turned, my eyes look down at his legs to see if I can spot his prosthetic, but I can’t.
There’s a slight limp, but I assumed he was like Jackson with scars on his legs.
I can’t believe I never noticed Jackson’s scars before.
Huh. Things you learn about your friends.
Charlie walks back out and hands me the beer, our fingers touching.
Damn, there’s that electricity again, which makes him frown as he feels the zap, before pulling his hand away.
“Sit,” he commands, pointing at the sofa.
And I do as he takes the opposite one from me.
Okay. Guess we are still being weird about everything.
“What happened today?” he asks, cracking open his beer and taking a large gulp.
I watch in slow motion as his Adam’s apple bobbles as he swallows.
And now I am imagining his mouth around my cock again, which makes said cock twitch, and I have to strategically move my dick around, so it doesn’t look so suspicious.
I then launch into a ramble about everything that happened today, from the boat ride to the ATVs, to the zipline, to Finn randomly buying a house. I didn’t mention that Jackson and I had a wonderful one-on-one conversation after said death ride.
Charlie huffs. “Sounds like a great day.”
“Of course, Mr. Action Man would love shit like this, you’ve probably done worse than that, but I’m made for couture and glam.” I sip my drink.
“Recruit school was vicious, you should get Jackson to tell you about those days.” He chuckles.
“Bet you and Jackson got up to so much shit,” I say, loving that he’s letting me in to get a sneak peek of who he is.
“We got up to so much shit, the prank wars between our platoons were famous. Luckily, we never got court-martialed for some of the pranks we did.” He smiles before a dark cloud falls across his face, and his entire demeanor changes.
The shutters have come down, and he’s shut himself off again.
At least I was able to get a tiny glimpse inside the man.
“Was he kinky back then?” The random question pulls Charlie out of the dark cloud, and those intense eyes narrow on me.
“How do you know about his sex life?”
I chuckle. “I know all about what my friends have gotten up to, they are all freaks. We’re close. Plus, I can sniff out gossip like a bloodhound.”
“Jackson has always done well with the ladies, but um … I don’t know about his kinks.”
“Maybe it’s best you don’t,” I tease.
“Um, no. You can’t ask me something like that and then not continue.”
“Oh, does someone like to gossip, too?” I smirk, questioning him.
“Who doesn’t?” A smile dances across his lips, the dark cloud well and truly gone, and when he lets the sunshine in, he is magnificent.
“Can I trust you?”
“Yes.”
“How do I know that you’re not going to bring this up to Jackson next time you see him?”
“You think there is any conversation Jackson and I can have that would be about his sexual kinks?” Charlie looks at me, horrified.
“I talk about it all the time with my girls,” I tell him.
He stills. “Do they um … know …?”
“About the beach BJ?” Charlie rolls his eyes. “No, they don’t. All they know is there’s this cute guy who wants to be my friend.”
His brows knit together. “Are you embarrassed?” His words are quiet.
“No. I’m not embarrassed, but I also didn’t think it was something you wanted people to know about.”
“You were protecting me?” he questions, seemingly confused that I would do such a thing.
“In a way, I guess I am.” I shrug. “I still think you are one of the hottest guys I have ever met. My attraction toward you hasn’t vanished because of yesterday.” I hate bringing up what happened, but it feels like now is the moment to.
“Wouldn’t blame you if you had changed your mind,” he mumbles, throwing back the rest of his beer. I study him as he fidgets in his seat.
“I’m not a foot kind of guy anyway.”
Charlie stares at me, and the next thing I know, he bursts out laughing, which startles me.
“I can’t believe you said that.” What? I don’t understand what’s so bad.
He is laughing uncontrollably. Is he having a mental break?
I’m starting to be concerned. “I’m sorry, but that was gold,” he says, wiping tears from his eyes.
I’m glad I could be of comic relief. Charlie shakes his head.
“Sorry, the reason it’s made me laugh so much is my ex told me when he dumped me after my accident that he was a foot guy, and he couldn’t be with someone who wasn’t complete. And the fact you just said that …”
His ex said what?
That he’s not a complete man because he lost his leg defending his country.
Who the fuck is this asshole, because I’ll happily rearrange his face for saying something like that to this guy.
Getting up, I walk over and grab his face with my hands.
“I don’t know who that dickhead was, but Charlie Nash, you are enough.
” And then I lean in and kiss his soft lips ever so gently.
He stiffens under my touch. Shit. He warned me the other morning that he can be jumpy.
I go to pull away, except he drags me into his lap and intensifies the kiss.
He’s kissing me.
Internally, I’m screaming because this giant, moody, damaged man is kissing me like I’ve never been kissed before.
His rough stubble chafes against my own, and it sends tingles all over my body.
Those thick, pouty lips are devouring my own, then his warm tongue slides against mine and duels for dominance, and I’ll gladly submit to this man because he makes me feel safe in his large arms. Like a cat in heat, I start to rub myself against his hard body, my dick tightening beneath me.
“Derrick,” he says, halting the kiss. No. Come back with those lips. I know what that mouth can do to my dick, and I want to test it again.
“Don’t, please don’t say anything that will ruin this moment,” I warn him as I look down into a swirling storm.
“Please don’t pity me,” he whispers, a tear sliding down his cheek.
“Never. I would never.” Reassuring him, I kiss the tear away.
Charlie stares at me for what feels like forever. “Are you staying?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Nothing can happen,” he warns me.
I nod, but I’m very persuasive. “That was a comfort kiss between friends. I thought you needed it.”
“That sounds like pity.” He raises a brow at me.
“Would you stop it. There are more important things that I pity over you, like … people who wear Crocs.”
“People who wear Crocs rank higher than a wounded veteran?” He smirks.
“They are an abomination. And you asked me not to pity you, so you can’t be butt hurt now when I don’t.”
“What am I going to do with you?” He chuckles.
I lean forward and whisper in his ear, “How about we go to your bedroom, and comfort kiss some more.” I nibble on his ear, making him groan.
Next thing I know, the man is picking up all six foot and ninety kilos of me from the sofa like I’m a delicate flower, and walking us into the downstairs bedroom. Slamming the door behind us, he then lays me down on the bed, while he hovers over me.
“No funny business,” he warns before placing a kiss on my cheek then pulling away.
“Me. Never.” I wink at him.
He shakes his head with a laugh. “Let me message Everly to let her know we’re hanging out and it’s safe for her to come home.
” Well, if that’s not a boner killer. While he does that, I snuggle in under the covers, not that it’s cold or anything.
He takes a seat beside me and sighs as he joins me under the covers.
First step in seducing this man is complete.
“Guess, we should probably start over, we seemed to have done this friendship thing all backwards.”
“I think we are exactly where we need to be,” I tell him, resting my head on his shoulder.
I hear Charlie swallow harshly, but he settles into the bed and embraces my touch. “What do you want to know?” he asks.
“I want to know about that asshole ex.”