Derailed (Terminal Book 2) (6 page)

Chapter 9

The sound of sirens in the distance causes me to stir. Getting closer and I slowly open my eyes to close my bedroom window. Sirens in the middle of the night piss me off.

“Don't move, buddy, the ambulance is coming,” a male voice tells me as hands hold both sides of my head so I can't move. My eyes flick around fast and furiously trying to figure out what's going on.

“What the fuck?” I whisper out loud. Panic fills my voice and my breathing begins to turn to a nervous pant. The sirens are for me – Oh shit! I'm starting to remember. My bike, the ground. A
m I okay? Will I be alright?

“You were in an accident. You were unconscious when I found you. I used your phone to call 9-1-1. Mine was in my car, yours was laying beside you.” His face is hovering above mine. I can barely make out his features. “I don't think it was that long ago though, your bike's tires were still spinning on the shoulder of the road.” He attempts to assure me.

Police and an ambulance pull up and block off traffic going in both directions. Fucking fantastic, I'm the douche that shut down PCH today. The tabloids are going to have a field day with this one. I can hear them talking with the guy that's holding my head.

“Buddy, what's your name?” the ambulance attendant asks.

“Desmond,” I reply as the guy who was helping moved aside and the attendants wrap a collar around my neck. “Did I break my neck?” I ask.

“We don't know, sir. We want to get you to the hospital and get some x-rays. This is a precaution.” I am then rolled to my side and rolled back to my back where I am strapped to a back board. “Just stay still, sir, we'll transport you right away.”

“Where's the guy that helped me?” I ask as they begin wheeling me to the ambulance.

“He's speaking with the Highway Patrol. Please, sir, let us get you to the hospital.”

I'm pushed into the ambulance and the doors close, the siren starts up and the voices start speaking in medical code that I don't understand. Silently I lay there with a throbbing leg, wishing I knew the guy's name. I'd like to thank him.

After I arrive at the hospital I am sent through a battery of tests and scans. Hours later I am finally finished with my MRI and I am wheeled back to the emergency department where there's a constant buzzing and beeping of voices and machines. Sometimes weeping can be heard from behind one of the curtains and it makes me feel like shit, knowing I did such a stupid fucking thing and I barely have a scratch. I rock my head back and forth on the pillow and pull my phone from my jeans pocket. Searching through contacts, I make my selection and press call.

Lexi answers on the second ring. “Hey, Des! How are you doing sexy?” She sounds cheery and I am very happy to hear her voice after my realization from last night.

Laughing softly I reply, “You're gonna be pissed at me. I did something so fucking stupid.” I squeeze my eyes shut and pinch the bridge of my nose.

“What did you do?”

“I'm at the hospital, babe. I had an accident this morning.” I hear her gasp.

“I'm on my way! What happened? You do want me there right? Shit. What did you do? Is–”

“Yes please! Come pick me up. I want to get the fuck out of here.” And see you I think to myself. “I'll answer any question you have when you get here.”

I hear her engine start and the music blares briefly before she curses under her breath and the volume drops again. “Okay, I'm pulling out now. I'll be there soon.”

“Sounds good. Drive safe.” I hang up the phone and go back to listening to the sounds of the emergency department. I go to move my leg and pain shoots up my thigh. Hissing in a sharp breath, I close my eyes in defeat and decide just to wait for her to arrive. My phone rings in my hand and I look at the screen. Lexi?

“Babe, you should be driving,” I answer without a greeting.

“I pulled into a parking lot. Shut it for a minute would you?”

“Yes, ma'am.” I chuckle at her bossiness.

“What fucking hospital are you at?”

* * *

Suddenly a heavy thud hits my shoulder and jars me awake. My eyes fly open as the flash of pain and my right hand reaches up to cover the area. I look up and see Landyn standing over me. “What the fuccck, Lan. Jesus. Why'd you punch me?” I slur.

Landyn's eyes bulge out and his nostrils flare. “I thought you were fucking dead, you bastard. I got a call from the hospital saying you fell off your bike. Why were you riding your bike today in the rain? What were you thinking?” He's pissed at me and rightfully so.

“Not dead. But apparently I should wish I was.” I shift on the bed. “I was driving my bike because I hooked up with a hottie last night and had no other way to leave. I wasn't about to stay with her longer than I had to, I mean I don't want her to think I love her.” I can't tell him that I am still hooking up with Ciana. Landyn has never really cared what I thought but didn't think I should be involved in her crazy polyamorous life. I shift my gaze and look around Landyn toward the curtain. Siannon is with him and she looks pretty uncomfortable standing there with her hands tucked in her pocket.

“Hey, Siannon. How are you doing, doll?”

Looking uncomfortable, she offers me a tight smile and a small wave. I smile back at her as Landyn leans his hip on the table beside the bed. “So what's wrong with you then if you aren't dead?” Landyn asks while crossing his arms and throwing me an expectant look.

“Severe road rash down the whole side of my body. Couple broken ribs, concussion. Y'know all the good stuff.” I chuckle and wince as the pain shoots through my torso. Reaching for my injury, I shake my head in defeat.

“Fuck, Des, you gonna come stay with me for a while? You can't be by yourself with a concussion.”

“No, actually Lexi is going to come help me out,” I tell them, since they are going to be finding out shortly when she arrives so what the fuck. “She is supposed to come and get me. I called her when it happened.” I look over at Siannon who has a crooked grin on her face. Her smile grows.

“Is she now?” she teases. “Really? Well then.” Pulling out her phone her thumbs begin to furiously punch at the screen, smiling and shaking her head as she does so.

“Listen, Des, come stay at my house. We'll get some take out and play poker tonight. How does that sound?” Lan is a persistent mother fucker. I honestly don't know why it's so important to him. Mother fucker would probably just fucking lecture me the whole time I was there anyways.

“Lexi's coming. I think I'd rather stay with her.” I waggle my eyebrows at my cousin, who although very experienced in pussy dialect, has just realized that I said Lexi and his eyes widen in shock.

“Lexi? Like my girlfriend's best friend Lexi? What? When the fuck did that happen? And did you fucking cheat on her last night? Fuck, Des! Keep your fuckin dick in your pants and don't ruin shit!” Landyn tosses a pen cap at me.

“It's not like that–” I start and then the curtain flies open to reveal Lexi, out of breath and pale as a ghost. I raise my hand and wave at her, smiling. She notices Landyn first and then Siannon, who lifts her phone tapping it with her thumbs.

Lexi's own phone buzzes, and she nervously smiles at Siannon before swiping the screen and turning her gaze to her hand. I watch as she looks up at her best friend and shrugs before pushing past Landyn and leaning in to press a kiss on my mouth.

“Hi, baby,” I whisper before nipping her bottom lip.

“You scared me, you bastard.” She laughs against my lips and pulls away before swatting my arm with her open hand. I brush her hair from her face and tilt my head to the side. I'm seeing her for the first time, and she's fucking beautiful.

Landyn looks all kinds of confused right now and he turns back from Siannon. “So do you need a fucking ride or what?” he asks interrupting my quiet moment with Lexi.

“No, I don't need a ride. Lexi is going to take me home as soon as the doctor clears me,” I reply turning my attention back to Lexi, who now sits on the bed by my hip.

* * *

Arriving at Lexi's place she sets me up on the sofa, taking my jacket and propping my foot up on the table. I watch her as she runs around getting me a pillow, a glass of water and something to eat since the hospital wouldn't allow me to have food. My elbow is propped up on the arm and my head rests waiting for her to stop flittering about. It's still raining outside and the sound of the drops hitting the window glass is calming.

Returning from the kitchen with a small plate, she puts it on my lap and sits beside me pulling her knees up onto the cushion. Accepting the invite, she rests her head on my outstretched arm and smiles when I brush the hair from her face.

“Hi,” she whispers, blinking shyly.

“Hi,” I reply and tuck my fingers behind her ear, stroking her jaw with my thumb before leaning in and teasing her with my tongue.

“Let me have it, Des.” She smiles, her lips ghosting a whisper on mine. Not one to deny someone anything that brings them pleasure, I dip my head closer and she presses her needy lips to mine. Her perfect lips part granting me access to fill her mouth with another piece of me.

My hand slides down her body and up under her shirt, running my fingers up her silky skin to her pert nipples. She raises up and gently straddles me, careful not to put her whole weight on my body. My arms wrap around her back and cup her perfect denim covered ass into my swelling cock. Pressing her to grind into me, I feel like a high school kid making out on Mom's plastic covered couch.

She moans as she lifts up and presses into me once more. Pulling her mouth away from mine, she bites her lip and smiles. “You sure you can do this, babe? I don't want you to get hurt,” she whispers but doesn't stop dry fucking me.

“Road rash, babe, not broken cock. However, you have to do all the work this time, I just can't right now.”

She reaches under the hem of her shirt and lifts it off of her body, exposing her pink nipples and lightly freckled chest. I bury my face in her tits, and she pulls at my hair while continuing on the torturous high school riding session.

“Babe,” I whisper from between the glorious tit mountains. “If you don't take my cock out of my pants soon and ride it fucking hard, we will soon be able to add blue balls to the list of injuries I received today.”

She laughs through her nose and stands up in front of me, placing her legs between mine, licking her finger and teasingly dragging it down her body between her breasts to the button on her jeans. Instead of dropping her pants and impaling herself on my rock hard cock, she smiles and drops to her knees in front of me. Opening my pants and releasing my dick, Lexi licks her lips and smiles up at me through her lashes. Parting her lips she drags her tongue from base to tip and I hiss in a sharp breath. Wrapping her hand tight around me, she opens her mouth and swallows me balls deep, which really is not an easy task. Lexi apparently does not have a gag reflex and that makes me a very happy man.

Weaving my fingers through her hair, I gently pull her face out of my lap and she looks at me confused. “Take off your pants and ride my cock,” I demand and she stands, unbuttoning her pants and dragging them down her smooth legs to the ground to rest at her feet. Just like me she goes commando and that is fucking fantastic.

Straddling my waist, she hovers above my hungry cock, teasing my balls with her fingertips. “You want my pussy, Des?” She purrs in my ear.  I cock my head to the side and lick my lips, eyeing her hungrily. I grab her hips and press her into my cock, teasingly she slides down and I fill her completely. Throwing her head back, Lexi grabs her tits and begins to ride me. Her tits bounce around her tiny fists, and her nipples pucker between her fingers. I reach my hand down to her sweet spot and rub her clit furiously.

“I want you to come for me, Lex. Come on my cock, baby.”

Her body begins to tense as she continues rocking on my lap, riding both my thumb and my dick. Moaning and writhing. She cranes her neck and moans louder and faster, panting and squeaking. With my free hand, I reach around and tease the forbidden zone with my finger. Lubricated by her juices, I slide the tip of my finger in and she moans the sound of pleasured release into the air. My balls tighten and I come to the sound of my own guttural release. Pressing my hands into her hips, I pull her down onto my lap, allowing her walls to massage my satisfied cock.

She collapses on my chest, and I wince briefly at the sharp pain. Curving my body to protect itself, I tense up and relax.

“I'm sorry, baby,” she whispers and kisses the injury.

“It's okay,” I whisper back before kissing the top of her head and stroking her hair. We both sit quietly with our thoughts allowing our fingers to dance over each other's skin, as if they were reading braille.

After a short time, I decide to muster up some courage and tell her about my realization. That she was the reason for me leaving on my bike in the rain. I don't want her to feel guilty. What I really want is for her to feel the same.

“So, Lexi,” I say against the skin on her forehead. “We need to talk.”

She looks up from my chest with her gentle eyes. “What's up, Des?”

I kiss her quickly and reluctantly guide her off of my flaccid dick and to my side on the couch. I cover the two of us in the afghan from the back cushion.