Chapter 11
eleven
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Dermot
Me: Thanks.
Tessa: YASSSSSSSSSS!! DID YOU GET LAID!
You LIKED Tessa’s text.
Tessa: Is that a yes? Did you like my text to tell me you finally got laid after twenty years?
Me: It’s been six, jackass, and stay out of my love life.
Me: But thanks.
Tessa: LOLOLOLOL! Anytime, Mot. Anytime.
I usually don’t like things out of order, but I love the idea of all our clothes and shoes at the door with our food.
Forgotten.
I can hear Kip sniffing at the threshold of the bathroom door, but if I let him in here, he’ll be in the bath with us.
And there might be room for him, but I don’t want to share Maggie.
The water is steaming, up to my chest, and Maggie lies between my legs, her stomach to mine as her breasts press into my chest. Her hair is wet, her eyes bright and her lips swollen from my needy kisses, while she strokes her fingers along my skin.
I’ve never met someone who is always staring at me.
Her eyes trace everything, and I swear her mind is always going.
I tangle my legs with hers, and she smiles contentedly as her eyes drink me in.
It almost makes me feel self-conscious, but I know she likes what she sees.
She doesn’t shy away from telling me what she’s thinking.
“Did you read Liam’s book? Safe in His Silence?”
I take pride in the fact that her voice is raspy from screaming my name.
Makes me want to make it so she can’t do anything but whisper.
I feel the heat of my embarrassment inch up my neck. “I did.”
She runs her finger along my nose. “I have a secret.”
I smile; I can’t help it. I squeeze her ass, and her grin grows. “Tell me.”
“I based his nose on yours.”
I raise a brow. “How? That came out six months ago.”
“I’ve had a crush on you since I set eyes on you.”
Pride swells in my chest as I hold her gaze. “You should have said something.”
“To your back? You always ran from me.”
I shrug, looking away, feeling a bit silly for ignoring her for so long. “Hey, I can’t have a main character nose and be smart at the same time.”
She giggles, the sound so lyrical and beautiful. “I love your nose. I love how it’s round,” she says, tracing the base of my nose, “but yet so sharp. It’s the sexiest nose I’ve ever seen.”
“Wow, I don’t know what to say.” My heart is pounding in my chest. After everything Tessa did to get us here, I almost want to tell her that her favorite male main character of Maggie’s has my nose.
That seems a bit cruel, though.
“I have to admit, I like how it makes me feel that you based something on me in a series I truly enjoy.”
Maggie licks her lips, tracing my jaw with her forefinger. “I have a feeling I’ll be basing a lot of things on you.”
“I’ll send an invoice for part of my royalties,” I tease, and she grins. I squeeze a chunk of her ass cheek and smile at how much I love her ass in my hand. She feels damn good on me. “Have you always wanted to be a writer?”
She nods, laying her head on my chest. “I’ve always loved reading.
And one day, I wrote this intense story line for my Barbies, and that was it.
I had the writing bug. I wrote all the time, different stories, different characters.
When I couldn’t do something, I’d write myself into the character, so it was like I was doing it. ”
I move her hair off her face so I can drink in her gorgeous profile. “What made you choose to write romance?”
Her cheeks rise a bit, letting me know she’s smiling.
“I love love,” she admits. “I love writing two people’s love story, because even though I’m writing it, I’m experiencing it too.
I’m falling in love with both of them and bringing them together as one.
It’s so much fun and fills me with such joy. ”
“You’re really good at it too.”
She props her chin on my chest. “Am I? I heard you were a fan.”
I grip her ass again. “Not just of your writing, but of you.”
She beams at that. “I also really love sex.”
This woman. I chuckle deeply, moving my hand along her ass cheek.
“Well, you’re damn good at that,” I say, and she giggles against my chest. Her soulful eyes hold mine, and I continue to brush my thumb along her cheek. “What’s going on in that head, pretty girl?”
“I want to ask something, but I feel like I’ve kind of pressured you into doing this.”
She gestures around us, and I can’t help but smile. “Pressured, no. I wanted this. Badly. I just couldn’t get out of my own head.”
Her eyes continue to search mine. “Six years without sex? Bad girlfriends?” I sigh deeply as I trail my hand down her back, gripping her other cheek. “You don’t have to tell me.”
“I want to,” I admit softly. “I didn’t have the best childhood.
My parents were both doctors and didn’t really love me the way I needed.
They called me soft and needy since I couldn’t be on my own.
You know, since I was just a kid. No matter what I did, I never got the attention I needed.
So, when I was old enough, I looked for it in the form of women.
I was desperate for love, for attention, and I’d accept the bare minimum just to feel important to someone.
I was with some really bad women who used me, and as soon as I’d figure it out, they’d tell me all the things my parents said.
That I was too needy and that I felt entirely too much. That I needed to man up.”
Her shoulders drop as she holds my gaze. “Dermot, I’m sorry.”
I shrug. “Every girl I was with cheated on me, and they weren’t short relationships.
These were two, three years, and one was a five-year relationship—and in the end, I wasn’t enough.
I started shutting down, not expressing how I felt and doing the bare minimum myself, how it was done to me.
And then it just became too much of a hassle.
I turned to books and spending time with my dog.
I decided to be alone.” A tear rolls down her beautiful cheek, and I close my eyes. “Until you.”
“Dermot,” she says softly.
“I tried to stay away, but I couldn’t that night I came over.”
“I don’t want you to. And I hate that you’ve been treated like this. You are so amazing and funny—and beautiful inside and out. To know you’ve hidden yourself from what you want makes me sad.”
“It’s why I’ve been so hesitant in asking you out, because I wanted you to really know me so you could get out if you wanted.”
She searches my gaze, her aquamarine eyes full of kindness and empathy. “But what about what you want?”
I press my lips together. “It doesn—”
“It does,” she says quickly, holding my gaze. “What do you want?”
I love her eye contact; I do. Except right now. I feel like she’s pulling apart my rib cage and looking directly into my heart.
What if she doesn’t like what she sees?
I swallow thickly before I lick my lips. “I want you.”
“I’m yours,” she answers almost automatically.
“Maggie—”
Her lips stop my words, and I bask in her kiss as she moves over my body.
Her nipples drag up my chest until she is straddling me, the water sloshing out of the tub and hitting the floor.
Kip whines, but I’m too busy lost in her kiss as I pull her sweet ass cheeks apart, loving the feel of her globes in my hands.
With each drag of her tongue along mine, my cock grows harder and harder until it’s throbbing against her soft pussy.
She smiles as she grinds on me, pulling a low moan from me.
“Does my pretty girl want my cock again?” I ask, and her grin grows even more.
“I do,” she says, running her tongue down my jaw. “In my mouth.”
I fucking whimper like Kip.
She grins at me as she slides down my body, the water going everywhere, but I couldn’t give two shits. Not when she grasps me by the base and squeezes me, her eyes dark with desire. When she takes me in her mouth, my head falls back and I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Fuck…”
She grips my thigh with her other hand as she holds me, her mouth moving up and down my length as she hollows out her cheeks, giving the right amount of suction to have me moaning loudly for her.
When she taps my thigh, I look up as she comes off my cock.
“Sit on the edge. I’m all for some breath play, but I’d rather not drown while giving you head. ”
I can’t help but laugh as I lift myself up and onto the edge of the bathtub. She’s sitting on her haunches, watching me with a little tilt to her lips that means nothing but trouble for me. Her body is red from the heat of the water, her nipples erect and looking damn lickable.
“Fucking hell, you’re gorgeous, Maggie.”
She glides her hands up my thighs and pushes my legs open wider so she can get to me easily.
She takes my weeping cock in her hand, stroking me as our lips meet.
The kiss is long, lusty, and dirty as she grips me tightly, making me rise off the edge of the tub with a moan.
She grins against my lips before dropping back between my legs, taking me to the back of her throat, and bobbing on my cock with gusto.
She sucks me deep, swallowing me as she fondles my balls with her other hand.
It’s all too much—the feel of her mouth, her hands, and her hair brushing against my thighs. I tap her shoulder, trying to pull her off. “I’m about to come.”
She nods, her eyes meeting mine as she takes me deep.
The lusty look in her eyes does me in. I come with a roar, her name on my lips as I fill her pretty mouth with my come.
She swallows everything I give her, not a drop left behind.
I flinch and hiss when she licks up my cock, then dips her tongue into my slit before sitting back on her heels.
I’m gasping for breath as her lips slowly curve, a look of satisfaction all over her gorgeous face. She leans in, her elbows on my thighs and her nose pressing into mine. “I want you, Dermot Aldridge. All of you. Now tell me what you want.”
My eyes shift between hers, searching, waiting for her to laugh and call me a loser for thinking she’s telling me the truth, but the only thing I see is honesty. It’s all over her face, deep in her eyes, and in the curve of her smile. “I want more of that.”
“So do I,” she says with a waggle of her brows.
“I want to eat food with you.”
“Good. I’m famished.”
“I don’t want you to leave.”
“I’m not going anywhere until you ask me to.”
“I want to take you to the market this weekend as our first date.”
“I have waited forever for you to ask me out on a date, so yes, I want that very much.”
And I want you to fall in love with me.
I don’t say that yet.
But I will. Because I’m falling desperately for her.