Men of Fortune 1: Derek (8 page)

She responded, her mouth opening, and his
tongue slipped in, stroking and inciting her to fever pitch. His
hands caressed her back, roamed down to cup her buttocks and lifted
her to him so that his hard erection was pressed against her pussy.
He ground into her, making her moan in anticipation.

God, she missed this, missed him so much.
Even after only one night apart. She craved him, like he was a part
of her soul. All her fears and her insecurities rose up and
coalesced in this moment, to be banished under the onslaught of his
mouth and tongue and hands. She forgot their audience, forgot
everything but the bliss of being in his arms again. Mindless with
want and need, she recognized only that everything she required at
that moment was right there before her.

Soon, it wasn’t enough. Through their
clothes, his cock chafed at her pussy, but she fretted at the muted
contact. She wanted more. She wanted the sharp contrast of his skin
against hers, his hardness against her softness. She wanted to feel
him within her, his thick steely length plowing deep into her in a
rhythm that never grew old. She wanted to be skin to skin with him,
to feel him burning against her and let him fire her to a brighter
flame.

She didn’t even have to voice out her wants.
He knew. Or maybe, he felt the same way.

Without breaking their kiss, he lowered her
feet to the floor, then his fingers tripped down the buttons of her
blouse and ripped the last two. She thrilled at his virile
strength, at the evidence of his impatience. She shrugged out of
the material, and then he was removing her bra. Cool air drifted
across her skin while he divested his shirt. Before she had time to
shiver, she was pressed against him. Oh. Hmmm. The slide of skin on
skin. His heat seared her, pebbling her nipples so that the hard,
pointy ends pushed into his flesh, begging for his touch.

Her hunger deepened.

He undid the zipper on her skirt, stepped
away a little so that the fabric floated to the ground. He drew
aside her thong and slid two fingers into her. She whimpered and
clenched around him. “Yes, oh God, yes…”

He lifted his head a fraction, eyes burning.
“This or my cock?”

“Cock,” she gasped out. His fingers were
good, but they wouldn’t be able to fill her the way his cock would,
nor satisfy her the way she needed. A fierce, intense hunger had
risen in her, a hunger only his cock would be able to satiate. A
hunger that was mirrored in his eyes.

His fingers disappeared, and she almost
cried a protest before she remembered he was most probably undoing
his pants. For that, he’d need his hands. Yes, she would be pa—

Ah.

His thick length filled her. Good, so good.
She sobbed at the fullness, at the familiar feel of him stretching
her, at the sense of completion and rightness washing over her.
Home, wherever he was.

He lifted her, his hands beneath her thighs,
and she slid down the last few inches. Even better. Her pussy
contracted around him, and he groaned. She buried her face in his
neck, just as he was buried to the hilt in her. She loved taking
all six inches of him.

“Hold on,” he said, planting a kiss on her
head.

He strode to the small kitchen table at the
side, which thankfully, she’d cleared as the noodles and the sauce
cooked. He laid her down on the flat surface, and before long, he
was pounding into her, his rhythm hard and fast. Exactly what she
needed.

Yes, yes! More.

She was unaware she’d voiced out her demand
until Derek chuckled, though the look of utter concentration on his
face never wavered. He merely stepped up his rhythm, and the slap
of their lower bodies gave her clit the pressure she wanted. She
moaned, feeling the tension spiral.

Through her rising pleasure, she was aware
of his driving need—his need to possess, to mark, to claim her as
his. The bite of his fingers into her hips where he gripped her.
The powerful plunge of his cock into her. The compelling demand in
his gaze as their eyes locked. She couldn’t look away, could only
return his stare as she absorbed the full force of his thrusts. She
opened her legs wider, accepting all that he had to give. His face
contorted, his hips moved faster, and she knew when his rhythm
broke, when he lost control and his thrusts became wild and
frantic. He was near, and so was she…reaching…straining…for the
incipient pleasure that was just out of reach…

Her climax crashed down on her in
reverberating waves of ecstasy. She’d never come this hard before,
nor was the pleasure this intense, this mind-blowing. She screamed
as Derek continued to plow into her, his thrusts sending her ever
higher. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he jetted
his seed into her and wrung another cry from her.

When she floated back to earth, it was to
find that she was boneless. Pleasure and languor had invaded every
pore and she couldn’t move, didn’t want to move, despite the hard
surface beneath her back. Derek had collapsed on her, but supported
himself with arms planted on either side of her so he didn’t crush
her. Her legs were still clasped around his waist, and she made a
half-hearted contraction with her pussy muscles, drawing a weak
chuckle from him.

“Still hungry?” He raised his head a little,
enough to claim her mouth. His kiss this time was soft and gentle,
yet full of promise. When their kiss concluded, he smiled down at
her, his eyes shining with a light she’d never seen before. She
realized then that his eyes had always contained shadows, but which
were now gone. Forever, she hoped.

“I love—” he started to say, but a
disappointed voice from the kitchen doorway interrupted him.

“You started the party without us.”

Carly turned her head and saw four Fortune
men ogling her—what part of her they could see, with Derek covering
her vital parts—with unabashed amusement, Adam still fully naked.
Had he even left the room while she and Derek were making love?

She released a startled shriek and tried to
make herself smaller, hiding behind Derek. What kind of men were
they that they’d barged in like this—

Adam was nodding. “A screamer. I like that.
I like that very much.”

“When we heard the scream, we thought
something was wrong,” Matthias said, amusement evident in his
voice.

“And it turned out something was,” Oliver
continued, grinning. “
We
were absent from the picture.”

What the hell were they talking about?

Over the roar in her ears, she heard her
husband saying, “Out, all of you. I’ll call you after I’ve
explained things.” Once his cousins have filed out, he looked down
at her. His eyes were shadowed once again, but this time with
anxiety.

“Derek, what’s going on?”

He withdrew, sat down butt naked on a chair
and drew her into his lap. His expression serious, he turned her
face to him before saying, “I love you, Carly, very much. I don’t
want you to doubt—”

“And so you don’t trust me when I told you I
rejected Adam’s advances?” she asked in a dry voice. She wanted to
hug him and told him she loved him, too, but some things needed to
be aired. “You have to know I didn’t encourage him to make a pass
at me nor to persist even when I had made my intentions clear.”

“Does that mean you’re not attracted to
Adam?”

Of all the questions, this was one she
hadn’t expected. Nor the intensity of his expression.

“I…I…” She didn’t know how to answer without
trampling over the fragile trust that had started to build again
between them. If she lied, she’d be tampering with that trust. If
she didn’t lie, she might destroy whatever new start they’d made.
“Derek…”

“Don’t lie to me.” His tone was absolute,
implacable.

She fidgeted on his lap, thinking of a way
out and feeling the hardening evidence of his desire against her
butt. Smiling in what she hoped was a seductive manner, she
shimmied out of her thong, changed position and straddled him,
cradling his cock between her pussy lips. “Want to make love to me
again?”

A burst of husky laughter. “You’re not going
to distract me.”

“But I want you, Derek,” she growled against
his ear. She surprised herself. That wasn’t something she’d say
before. Doubt asserted itself, despite evidence to the contrary.
“Unless…you don’t want me?” There, that sounded more like the old
Carly Kavanaugh that she knew. Being Carly Fortune didn’t change
much of the old Carly. A little, but not much.

She shifted position again, but this time,
it was Derek who moved her so that he could push his hard, thick
cock into her. Despite their recent coupling, desire erupted in
her, high and flaming. Oh yes.

He kept on pushing in until he was buried in
her. To the hilt.

My. God.

“There, does that prove how much I want
you?” His eyes demanded her answer.

She arched into him, rubbing her nipples
against his hair-roughened chest. “Derek…move…” His hands were like
steel bands on her waist, denying her movement.

“Not until you answer my question,” he said
softly. “Do you find Adam attractive?”

He was hot steel within her, spearing her
yet withholding completion from her. She wanted to move, could’ve
moved to chase down her own release, but he held her still. The
wild, insistent urge rose in her, goading her, loosening her
tongue—

“Yes,” she gasped.

Oh no. What had she done?

Her eyes flew up to see his face, but he was
impassive.

“What about Matthias?”

“Derek…”

“Answer me.”

“Yes.” With each positive response, she was
digging herself deeper into a hole she might not be able to crawl
out of, but she couldn’t help it. Her body was burning. She wanted
to be possessed by him once again. She wanted that hard cock
pounding into her, filling her and sending her into ecstasy over
and over until she was brainless and immobile with rapture.

“Nathan? Oliver?”

“Yes, yes! Now move. Fuck me, Derek!”

Eyes burning with unholy light, he lifted
her a few inches above him, and then he was pistoning into her,
hammering into her just the way she wanted. He drove into her like
a demon was after him, and before long, they were both screaming
and shouting their release.

God, this was even better.

Talking about other men obviously turned
them both on. Who knew?

She remained straddling his lap, her head on
his shoulder, her eyes closed as she savored her boneless,
satisfied state. Derek himself was slumped against the back of the
chair, his breathing still none too steady.

She didn’t know if he was angry at her
revelations, and she didn’t have the energy to deal with him yet if
he was. She remembered another topic, something that he owed her.
“You haven’t answered my question,” she said in almost a whisper,
not having the energy for something louder. “Why’d you ask Adam for
confirmation?”

He stroked a hand down her cooling back,
wiping away the dampness. “It’s not you, it’s me.”

“I’ve heard that line before,” she said
dryly.

“No, really,” he insisted. He sighed. “It’s
a long story. Needless to say, you passed the test.”

“Test?” she repeated, bewildered.

“When you rejected Adam.” He sighed again.
“I’m sorry, it wasn’t meant to be a test, not tonight at any rate.
What Adam did was something I didn’t sanction. He initiated it on
his own—”

She didn’t understand. “You’re losing
me.”

“Right. Let me start over by saying my
cousins and I used to share women.”

“Share?” she echoed blankly. Comprehension
dawned and she reared up so she could look at him in the face.
“Share, as in sex?”

“Yes. I shared mine mostly with Adam and
Matthias, when we were roomies back in college.”

The sharing started way back then? Along
with the faint shock at the revelation, she couldn’t help noting
her fascination with the topic, along with a strange excitement.
What must it have been like for the women, to have the sexual
attention of two or three such virile, attractive men?

Of course, that wasn’t likely to happen to
her. Good enough that she was able to catch Derek with whatever
mysterious charm she possessed. What was the probability that it
would work on another man, much less two? One thing she knew was
that men needed to be attracted to the woman before they could even
get it up and fuck her. No, those fantasies would remain as
that—fantasies.

On the flip side, it meant Derek was fucking
other women, the women his cousins dated. Blood drained from her
face as she recalled his recent strange behavior. “So that night,
when you said you’d gone to dinner with your cousins, you were
actually sharing their women?” She couldn’t leach out the hurt from
her voice.

“No, no,” he reassured her hastily, kissing
her on the lips. “I would never share in their women without
getting your permission first. I really had dinner with my cousins,
then we went to the club to talk.”

“What club?”

Derek grinned, an unholy light in his eyes.
“Oh, you’ll like it there, I think. I’ll take you there next time,
promise.”

“Was Lily there?” she blurted out. Oh God,
she hadn’t meant to sound like a jealous wife. But damn it, she
was
a
jealous wife.

Derek must’ve picked it up from her tone,
too, for his grin grew wider. “Yes.”

Damn it, he was making her ask. She
delivered a punch to his chest. “And?”

“I didn’t fuck her.”

She slumped against him, shame coloring her
voice. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.”

“It’s your right,” he said gently, smoothing
her cooling back.

“I should’ve trusted you wouldn’t.”

“Like I trusted you with Adam?” His voice
was dry and self-deprecating.

A small burst of laughter shot out from her
as she sat up and grinned at him. “We’re quite a pair, aren’t
we?”