Chapter 17
Derek
“You were amazing!” Allegra throws her arms around me.
In one movement, I’ve got her in my arms, her legs around my waist, my hand on her ass. I kiss her hard. “You’re fucking incredible.”
She laughs.
“Nice show, Derek,” Dex’s voice sounds out.
My girl slides down my body and turns toward Dex.
“Hey, Dex!” she exclaims, hugging him.
“Hey, A.” Dex grins. “Thanks for the invite.” His eyes hold mine and I duck my head in a nod.
It was cool to have him in the audience tonight.
“I hope you enjoyed the show,” I mutter.
“Very much,” he replies.
Nova watches our exchange with interest. “You are totally father and son. Men of few words, emotionally guarded.”
Allegra blushes but Dex barks out a laugh at her assessment.
“You’re right,” he agrees.
I watch as Dex draws Allegra’s friends into conversation. He congratulates them on graduation before extending congrats to the Clovers on a successful show.
He’s comfortable and at ease. He jokes around. He exudes a confidence that’s quiet but recognizable. The guys respect him; I can tell by how comfortable they are around him.
Levi and Dex exchange a few thoughts on rehab. Dex doles out some advice without sounding preachy. Mav makes him laugh. Jameson passes him a Coke.
And I hang back. I take it all in.
And for the first time in my life, I get to experience what it means to be proud of your parent. To be grateful for their existence. To enjoy their presence in your life.
“I liked tonight,” Allegra murmurs, slipping her arm around my waist.
I drape my arm over her shoulders. “Tonight was special.”
She glances up at me. “Thanks for singing my song.”
I dip my face to hers and kiss her in response. “Want to go home now?”
She shakes her head. “Not yet. Let’s celebrate.”
I grin. “Okay.”
Mav rallies our crew, and we head to a club downtown. I don’t know when Mav arranged it, but the private area is already rented out and prepared to host us. As we gather in the space, an eclectic mix of musicians, friends, family, and Allegra and her girls, I look around and take it all in.
It’s been years since we made it big and yet, tonight feels like one of those early days. It’s exciting and new again. It holds the possibility of the unknown. A flare filled with hope.
Allegra wraps her arms around my waist. “Dance with me?”
I fold my arms around her to hold her close. “Of course.” I sway with her in my arms.
Around us, drinks are poured. Cheers are exclaimed. Conversations break out in pockets.
But none of it matters. None of it registers.
I’m here with Allegra and that’s enough.
It’s everything.
And I won’t fucking lose it again.
I’m desperate for her by the time we make it to my condo. Tonight, we let Levi have the place to himself. Instead, we’re in my space and we’re alone.
“Want you,” she murmurs as I pull her sexy tank over her head.
“You got me,” I remind her, unzipping her miniskirt. It falls to the floor, and she steps out of it.
I swear, drinking in her perfection. She’s wearing red lace and fuck if she’s not the hottest woman I’ve ever seen.
“Your turn,” she giggles.
I grip the material of my shirt at the base of my neck and tug it off in one pull, discarding it.
Allegra’s hands are on my pants, unbuttoning my jeans, pushing them past my thighs, and cupping me through my boxers.
She presses down, dragging the heel of her hand against my erection and I jerk against her. “Jesus.”
“You’re already hard for me,” she comments as I shake off my jeans.
I place my hand on top of hers and grind into her palm. “I’m always fucking hard for you.”
She laughs.
But there’s nothing funny about this moment.
I can’t tear my eyes from her. My hands tingle with energy. Usually, it signals a need to create. To write music.
Tonight, it’s a need to touch her. To feel and caress and hold. My fingers brush along the tops of her shoulders, moving her hair behind her back. Her silky tresses slide over the back of my hand. My brunette beauty.
“I like it like this.” I tug on the ends.
She lifts her face to mine, her hands glide over my hips to grab my ass. She steps into me until my cock drags along her abdomen.
I lace my fingers through her hair, drop my mouth to hers, and kiss her. It’s deep and sensual. Her breasts push into my chest as I slide my tongue inside her mouth. Our lips move over each other’s like whispers. Sweet nothings and naughty confessions. Promises and desires.
Our kissing turns to nipping. Our caresses grow needier. I back my beauty up until we’re pressed against a bookshelf in my living room. They’re built-ins, filled with shit I’ve never read but it looks good. Smart.
“Turn around,” I command.
She shivers but does as I say. My eyes automatically drop to her ass, two sweet globes partially concealed by lace I want to rip off with my teeth.
“Fuck, beauty.” My hand traces the curve of one cheek. I grab a handful and squeeze as she pushes back against my touch.
Stepping into her, I press my chest into her back and slide my hand around to slip two fingers beneath the lace between her thighs.
My fingers find her arousal and I suck in an inhale as she lets out a moan.
“You’re already soaked for me, baby,” I murmur in her ear as my fingers draw soft circles over her clit.
“Always wet for you, Derek,” she tosses my words back in my face.
I smile and press a kiss behind her ear.
“You want my cock?” I ask, playing with her pretty pussy. Light, slow touches that cause her to shudder and moan my name.
“So badly,” she pants.
I drag my fingers through her folds and insert two inside her, curling my fingers.
She gasps and bucks, her ass connecting with my rock-hard cock. She grinds her sexy ass against me.
I pump my fingers in and out.
“I want all of you,” I tell her.
“Me, me too,” she manages.
“Mm…” I nuzzle my cheek into her neck. “Look at me, beauty.”
She glances at me over her shoulder. Fucking bedroom eyes with a greedy glint.
I turn her back around, so she’s facing me. Then, I reach behind her, push a whole fucking stack of books to the floor, and perch her on the edge of the built-in. I set her right there. It’s a tight squeeze but we make it work.
Dropping to my knees, I spread her legs, my hands big on her inner thighs. I sit on my haunches and grin at her wickedly.
“Touch yourself, Stellina,” I demand.
“What?” she gasps, her eyes finding mine.
I take one of her hands and place it over the scrap of lace. “Show me how you want me. Pretend it’s me.” My voice is barely audible. With my hand on hers, I guide her fingers over the seam of her panties.
She groans, her hips lifting slightly to feel more pressure.
I move her fingers over the little nub filled with sensations to make her see stars. We rub slowly, lightly at first. Then, she increases the pace, her chest rising more frequently.
I remove my hand and just watch her. Take in the pink in her cheeks. The lust in her eyes. The soft swells of her pretty tits.
“Fuck,” I swear. Unable to wait any longer, I lunge for her.
I pull her toward me before laying her out on my fucking coffee table. In the middle of the goddamn living room. With books littering the floor.
I snap the lace at her hip. Her pussy is perfect. Pink and swollen and glistening with her arousal.
Dropping back between her thighs, I drag my tongue up her core.
“Derek,” she cries out.
My hand plants on her thigh. Holding her in place, I lap at her like a fucking animal. Needy, desperate, nearly feral in my desire to have her. Taste her. Fucking devour her.
Our intimacy turns full-on sexy. Angsty. Debased.
My fingers pump into her, my tongue swirls and sucks at her clit, and she unravels on my coffee table.
“Derek!” she hollers again, hooking one leg over my shoulder and digging her heel into my back.
I don’t stop. I’m relentless.
She shatters. A long, gasping, heaving orgasm that has her fist colliding with my shoulder.
“Fuck! Jesus!” she cries out.
I lap at her until her body stops quaking. Then, I lift my head and smile.
“You ready for me, beauty?”
She widens her legs, dropping her knees to the sides in response. “I’m always ready for you, you fucker.”
I laugh. Grab her chin in between my fingers, and kiss her hard, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
Then, I enter her. In one sharp thrust, I fill my beauty to the fucking hilt.
I pull back and stare at her. “Christ, you drive me crazy. Do you have any idea how badly I want you? Want a fucking future with you. I want a life with you, Allegra. I want our baby. I want it fucking all.”
Her eyes widen as she grasps my shoulders and stares at me.
I still inside of her. My chest heaves as I try to regulate my breathing. My hand curls around her side as I hold her in place.
“Tell me what you need,” I demand.
“You. I need you. All of you. Like this,” she says.
I swear, dropping forward to take her mouth again. We kiss, soft and slow and sweet.
Then, I fuck her. Hard and wild and savage.
I thrust into her deeply, feeling her sweet pussy clench me like a vise. Allegra cries out, arching up as her back comes off the table. I grip her hip and grind into her, my vision blurring as my body clenches.
“Gonna come, baby,” I warn her.
“Me too!” She claws at my back.
“Get there, beauty. Fuck, love, get there.”
“I’m coming!” she announces, her pussy tightening around my cock.
“Shit,” I swear as I start to spill inside of her.
One more thrust and…
She drops and I collapse on top of her, the legs of the coffee table finally giving way.
“Ouch! Shit,” Allegra swears as the wood buckles and we land in a heap on top of the table.
“Can’t stop,” I laugh, as I continue to come inside her delectable body.
She’s laughing. Her arms wrap around me and gather me to her chest.
My hips tilt forward one more time, until I finally reach the end of my release.
Grabbing her, I hug her tight. Hold her close. The coffee table is flattened beneath us.
“You okay?” I ask, pulling back to make sure she’s not injured.
She’s laughing so fucking hard, little tears are streaming from the corners of her eyes. “Holy shit! We broke the table.”
I slap one hand down next to her head and push myself up. Glancing at the wreckage around us, my body begins to shake with laughter. It bursts out of me loudly. Uninhibited.
“Only you can make me lose my fucking mind like that,” I promise.
She beams. “Better than breaking the bed.”
I snort.
And then, we crack up all over again.
Our bodies tremble as we howl. As our laughter subsides, I scoop up my Stellina and walk into the bathroom.
Flipping on the showerhead, I wait for the water to run hot before I step inside with her in my arms. I set her on her feet and our eyes catch. She smiles. I grin. And the moment between us stretches into an eternity.
Acceptance. Forgiveness. Love. Home.
I squirt body wash onto a loofah and drag it over Allegra’s body. As I wash her, care for her, show her how much she means to me, I settle an internal debate.
I’m buying us a fucking home.