Attraction: (A Temptation Series Stand-alone) (The Temptation Series Book 4) (29 page)

Derek looked up and his singing died off when he spotted the
blaring heat in my gaze.
Try and fucking douse this inferno, you firemonkey.

I strode toward him and smacked my lips to his, sliding my
hands up his pecs as I licked the tongue that had just made hot love to my
ears. My swift assault caught him off-guard at first, but he recovered and
returned my intensity with a strong and passionate squeeze of my arse.

‘You are one sexy fucker,’ I rasped, separating my mouth
from his and dragging it down his strong smooth neck. ‘Keep singing,’ I
instructed as I dropped to my knees and undid his belt.

Derek stuttered at first, but picked up the lyrics while
watching me release his cock into my hands. ‘Jesus, Carly!’

‘Sing!’ I demanded.

I stroked my tongue up and down his firm, ridged length
while he struggled with the fluency of the lyrics, mumbling words of sexual
healing being good for him and it made him feel fine. It made me feel friggin’
fine too, hearing him say that while I blew gently on the crown of his dick.

His head fell back, and the muscles in his neck flexed with
a beautiful show of strength. ‘Fuuuuuck!’ he hissed.

The song stopped and so did he, prompting me to look up and
glare at him angrily: ‘ing! ucking ing!’ I mumbled through a mouthful of penis.

‘I can’t reach the iPod,’ he explained, straining as my
tongue gently flicked his balls.

Sucking one into my mouth, I slowly let it out again.
‘You’re a singer, sing without the fucking music. I don’t care. Just sing.’

His eyes flared with the challenge and he opened his mouth,
releasing lyrics about a woman who’d been cooling and that he’d been drooling.
Straightaway, I recognised that he’d begun to sing ‘Whole Lotta Love’ by Led
Zeppelin.

I moaned and licked up his shaft before wrapping my mouth around
him when he mentioned something about going down. As I deep-throated him, his
head fell back in surrender, making me inwardly smile. There really was nothing
better than watching a grown man come apart on the tip of your tongue. If he
wanted a ‘Whole Lotta Love’, I was going to give it to him.

Reaching behind me, I took hold of the mint gel from my back
pocket and popped the lid. His head snapped forward at the sound, curious as to
what I was doing. With a salacious glint streaming from my eyes, I squeezed a
little on my outstretched tongue and then swirled it over his tip.

The minty flavour was present, but it was in no way a
substitute for the real thing and, in that moment, I vowed I would, at some
stage, put mint sauce on his dick.

Increasing the speed at which I slid him in and out of my
mouth, I relaxed my jaw and let my lips glide along the masterpiece that was
his cock. His heated length tensed within my hand, so I gripped tighter,
glancing up and giving him a wicked grin.

He smiled at me, a smile that spoke of greed, but also
appreciation. ‘I can blow in you or on you. You pick,’ he offered while gently
dragging his finger down the side of my cheek.
Fuck me, this man screams
sexy.
He also screamed dominance, carnality and a rawness dipped in sugar.
The man was fucking rock candy.

Releasing him from within my mouth, I answered, ‘In me,’ and
then stood up and positioned myself over the basin in an inviting manner by
wiggling my arse with seductive intent.

Opening my legs, I flipped up the chiffon skirt of my dress
and flashed him my lace-covered arse while speaking to his reflection in the
mirror. ‘I want it hard and fast. Don’t even give me a chance to think. Do you
think you can handle that?’

Without answering, he stepped up behind me and rubbed the
head of his cock over my clit before pushing abruptly into my pussy, his eyes
never leaving mine as he began to slide in and out at rapid speed.

I gripped the edge of the sink as the force of his thrusts
propelled me forward.

‘Hold the fuck on, baby,’ he warned.

Placing my hand on the mirror, I braced myself.
Oh, my,
god!
His unruly rhythm had me continuously slamming into bathroom cupboards
which sat underneath the basin. I felt as though they would break at any
moment. Either that or I would. My legs were aching, painful even, but the
feeling of him pounding the ever-living fuck out of me had the magical ability
to counteract with a pleasure so great that I wished it would never stop.

‘Oh, fuck,’ I screamed, ‘fuck!’

Dropping my head, my back arched and I shuddered violently
as my orgasm blasted through me like a freight train, forcing filthy
uncontrollable grunts to leave my mouth. I loved it!

Derek then groaned harshly and filled me, strangled lyrics
about wanting to be my back door man leaving his mouth.

I lifted my head to catch his reflection in the mirror and,
breathing heavily, I asked, ‘Do you just?’

My arse tensed with anticipation.

‘It’s not a matter of do I, Carly, it’s a matter of when
will I.’

He leaned over me and stuck his finger in my mouth, only to
retract it and place it at the entrance of my arse, teasing it deliciously
before sliding it in.

***

After cleaning ourselves up and then getting a lecture from
Lib because we’d left the en suite door open and scared Sasha with our
animalistic mating calls, we’d left for City Towers.

Upon exiting Bryce’s private elevator car, we were met with
a roomful of people.

‘Oh, shit!’ I whispered to Derek and, performing my best
impression of a ventriloquist, continued, ‘Lexi ain’t gonna be happy about this.’

He draped his arm over my shoulder as we stepped into the
room. ‘Why?’

‘Look at all these people! Would you want to come home to
this after a fifty hour flight?’

‘I think it’s more like twenty hours in a private jet,’ he
answered, kissing the top of my head.

‘Whatever. My point is you wouldn’t want to come home to a
place full of people after just getting engaged and probably shagging the
entire twenty or fifty hour flight home.’

‘Derek! Carly!’ Lucy squealed happily. ‘Thank goodness. God,
I knew you were running late, but I didn’t think it would be this late. They’re
almost here,’ she said excitedly.

‘How did you know we were running —’

‘Sorry,’ Derek butted in, ‘you can blame Carly for that.’

I gave him a bite-me look in response. ‘Well, maybe next
time I’ll keep my mouth closed and you can keep your dick in your pants,’ I
chided.

Lucy bit back a grin and jiggled Alexander who sat
comfortably on her hip. He smiled at me so I smiled back. The next thing I
knew, he was lunging toward me.

‘Whoa, do you want to go to Carly, Al?’ Lucy asked her
infant son as she laughed but struggled with his shift of weight.

Oh no, no, no, noooooo.
He lunged again and,
unfortunately, this time I had no choice but to put my arms out and catch him.
Shit!
Shit! What the hell do I do with it?

No doubt resembling a stunned mullet, I stiffened and felt
highly uncomfortable. I don’t do kids, especially little ones with more drool
outside of their mouth than in.

Derek chuckled while pretending to grab Alexander’s nose.
‘Stop looking at him as if he is about to grow another head.’
Well, fuck. He
just might. These little things are unpredictable.

‘I’m not. He just surprised me, is all. Kids don’t normally
lunge at me like that,’ I said with a faux smile as Alexander placed his wet
soggy finger on my perfectly applied eyeshadow.
Get it off! Somebody take
this thing, please!

Just as I was about to hand him back to his mother, her
phone beeped. ‘ “They are here”,’ she read out loud. ‘Oh my god, they are here!
Everyone, take your places.’ Lucy hurried off and, much to my disgust, left
Alexander in my arms.

I turned back to Derek with what I can only imagine was a
look of terror plastered on my face.

‘Here, I’ll take him,’ he said, holding his arms out to
Alexander. Al, once again like a monkey, leapt toward Derek.

‘Hey, buddy, who’s getting heavy now?’ he asked while
holding him above his head like an aeroplane.

Alexander squealed and laughed uncontrollably. And even
though I did not relate to little humans all that much, their laughter was infectious.

Derek brought him back down only to place him on his shoulders
and, instantly, Alexander smacked him on the head.

‘Hey, Al, play the guitar, remember? Not the drums. Only
tools like Will play the drums.’

‘I heard that,’ Will said to Derek as he sidled up beside
me. ‘Jaws, how they hangin’?’

‘Hey, ease up. They don’t hang, they sit,’ I explained
eloquently. ‘I haven’t entered the age of hanging tits yet.’

‘No, you are quite right. They sure as hell don’t hang,’
Will stated, eyeing my chest.

‘You have exactly half a friggin’ second to find something
else to look at, Will,’ Derek cautioned in a tone that held a grave warning.

‘Too late! Those,’ he said, with a shit-eating grin while
pointing his beer to my chest, ‘are imprinted on my brain.’

‘Un-friggin’ imprint them now!’ Derek stated in an icy tone.

Will tapped Derek on the head like a bongo, making Al do the
same. ‘No can do.’

I cracked up laughing, then pursed my lips while watching
Derek struggle between a rock and a hard place. He could not do or say anything
with Alexander on his shoulders.

Derek took in a deep breath. ‘Later, mate. You and I are
havin’ words later.’

Will placed his hand on my shoulder and squeezed it
teasingly, then smiled at Derek. ‘Is that all?’ he asked, deliberately
provoking him. He then whispered into my ear. ‘And you thought he wasn’t
serious about you.’

Just as Lucy called everyone to hush, I elbowed Will in the
ribs, which made him grab at his abdomen before stumbling backward and heading
toward where Matt was chatting to some brunette.

‘Everyone shush,’ Lucy called out. ‘Bryce and Alexis are in
the elevator. Get ready.’

Everyone ceased their discussions and waited patiently for
the doors to open and, soon enough, the elevator pinged and they slid apart.

Bryce and Alexis stepped into the room, Bryce with his hand
on Alexis’ belly. ‘... And because you are carrying my —’

‘Surprise!’ we all shouted.

Both of them looked up, shock emanating from their faces.
‘... Baby,’ Bryce stuttered, completing his sentence.

‘Oh. My. God!’ I gasped, smiling, but with a sense of
unease.

‘Shit!’ Derek mumbled as Alexander bounced on his shoulders,
making it a task for Derek to keep a hold of him. ‘Bryce doesn’t muck around,
does he?’

Alexis stood frozen to the spot, mouth agape at the sight of
all the smiling faces before her.

‘You’re pregnant again?’ Lucy asked, appearing ready to
burst at the seams with happiness.

Alexis — still in shock — just nodded, and both she and
Bryce were then instantly swarmed by their families.

Turning toward Derek, I looked up at Alexander who was now
scratching Derek’s head.

‘For f-f— sake, Al, stopping scratching,’ he complained.

Looking from Alexander to Derek and then to Alexander again,
the bond they seemed to share hit me with force.
Oh, hell. Derek would make a
great father.
It was obvious that he was naturally paternal — it seeped
from his pores.

‘You didn’t, mate?’ he questioned nervously, while
scrunching up his face in disgust. ‘Shit, you did. You just drooled on my head,
didn’t you?’

I stretched up on my tiptoes to see the damage. ‘Yep, he
sure did. Consider your head the shiniest I’ve ever seen it,’ I laughed.

‘What are you doing up there?’ Nic asked angrily as she
approached Derek. Nic was Lucy’s lesbian partner. Or was it wife? I’m fairly
sure they were as married as lesbians could be in the state of Victoria. ‘Come
here,’ she said, putting her arms up for Alexander.

‘He’s fine, I’ve got him,’ Derek snapped. ‘I know how to
look after a baby, Nic. I’m not stupid.’

Nic scoffed. ‘Some may disagree.’

‘Hey!’ I scowled, standing in front of Derek. ‘What the hell
crawled up your arse? The bitch brigade?’

Nic took a step back and glared in horror at me, then even
more so at Derek before she walked off with Alexander.

‘What’s her problem?’ I asked with disbelief.

‘She’s a man trapped in a woman’s body,’ he said quietly,
firing daggers into the back of her head. ‘I guess that would be enough to piss
anyone off.’

As I watched Nic leave the room and Derek’s gaze follow her,
I sensed the two of them had history. Bad history.

Turning to him, I moved his chin with my finger, gaining his
attention before kissing him briefly on the lips. ‘I need a drink.’

‘What about congratulating Bryce and Alexis?’ he asked,
giving me an uncertain look.

‘They’ll be busy with their families for a little while
longer. I don’t want to overwhelm them. Come on, let’s get a drink and go
outside for some air.’

***

After Derek and I had made our way out onto the balcony to
get a drink, I found thoughts of how great he was with Alexander plaguing my
mind. There was no doubt that I wanted a future with him; I’d never felt this
way about anyone in my life. And although he had never mentioned it, I sensed
he wanted a future with me too. But would he want a future with children?
Children with me?

Oh fuck! Oh hell! I don’t want children. I just don’t.

Suddenly, Tash started belting out ‘I Will Always Love You’
from the movie The Bodyguard, snapping me out of my mental panic.

‘That chick is crazy,’ Derek said with a laugh, pulling me
to his side before swigging his beer.

I shook my head and laughed. ‘You have no idea the level of
craziness Tash harbours.’

‘Carly!’ Alexis announced sternly, but with an undertone of
playfulness as she approached us.

I gave her a wary look, glanced up at Derek then looked back
toward her again. ‘Alexis?’