Fan Girl (24 page)

We both share a laugh, and he says he’ll think about it some more.

Chapter 26

When I open my front door, I smell garlic and grilled chicken. Setting my purse down on the island, I watch Deklan stir noodles boiling in a pot, then wipe his hands on a towel while walking toward me. Leaning down, he gives me a kiss and asks, “Hey Ali, how was work?”

I’m still worried about Reed, so I tell him about the day and my phone call.

“That’s great that he can get a girl out to you that fast. Watching you work, I’ve been worried about when you get bigger. I think your back would kill you inside an hour. I just didn’t want to push any buttons.”

“So everyone keeps telling me. I have to figure out the damn house, buy a new car, and shop for
everything
. I’m going to need more than two hours before work to get it done.”

“Don’t worry about it, babe. If you need help, I can loan you my assistant. You just tell her what you need, and she’ll get it done.”

“Thanks, but I kind of want to buy the stuff myself. I wanna go to the big baby stores and make choices, not hand someone a list.”

“Whatever you want to do, sweetheart. I don’t want you to stress about it, though. What else is it? Something else is bothering you.”

I lean back in my chair and sigh. “It’s Reed. He’s been like a grandpa to me, and he was so happy about the baby. I asked him to come out in September, and he mentioned he was thinking about retiring. It worries me. Since he lost Doris, I’m afraid he's aging faster.”

Deklan takes my hand and rubs the knuckles. “Maybe he should come out here. Sunshine, no New York winters for his arthritis, the baby. He might do better having someone to look out for again.”

“Yeah. I’ll keep an eye out for apartments or something.”

Deklan stands up. “Me, too. Ready for dinner?”

“What did you make me?” I tease.

He smiles as he dishes out noodles. “Chicken Alfredo with garlic bread.”

“Sounds perfect, thank you for cooking. How did your day go?”

We take our plates to the couch, and he tells me about the clothes they’re shipping out for him to okay, and the schedule for recording. “Looks like it’s going to be twenty songs, then we’ll narrow it down. Saturday we’ll figure out who has material, then Monday try to put something together.”

“Sounds cool. Have you written a lot?”

He wags his head from side to side as he chews. “Some. Only a few that are really good. I’ve heard some of Pete’s new music, though. I think it’s gonna be a good album.”

“I can’t wait to hear it. Oh, the paps found Shell this morning.”

He takes another bite, studying my face. “Did you have any problems?”

I shake my head. “No, it was fine. We kept the blinds down. The customers loved it, said they felt like they just got their fifteen minutes of fame.”

He laughs. “I’m glad they didn’t freak anyone out.”

~

After dinner we both sit with our feet on the coffee table. He’s simultaneously watching a game and checking emails on his laptop. I’m researching everything baby. Mostly what I can’t eat, and how to be healthy. “Did you know that pasteurized milk is bad for you? The enzymes from the cow are what’s good for you. Same with yogurt. And free-range meat doesn’t have growth hormones. Do you know what that can do to your body?”

Deklan closes my laptop and sets it on the other side of him.

“Hey!”

“You’re the girl that watches that medical show, and is convinced you have all of the symptoms and will die in two days.” He’s laughing at me.

“I am not a hypochondriac!” I fold my arms. “I mean there are steroids and hormones in beef and chicken. Genetically modified stuff. Pesticides on produce. I’m going organic.”

He just looks at me and shakes his head. “I’ll buy going organic, but none of that vegan shit. Or vegetarian, I have to have meat.”

I smirk and bite his bicep. “Me too.”

Deklan looks over at me shocked. “Did you just bite me?”

I lean away from him and shake my head no, warily.

“I think you did.”

I shake my head faster and put my feet on the floor.

He moves his computer off of his lap. “You did, you bit me. You know what you’re supposed to do when someone bites you?”

I’m ready to bolt. I shake my head again.

In a quiet voice he answers, “You bite back.” Then vaults over the back of the couch as I take off around the corner to the hallway.

I feel his arms just under my breasts and then I’m airborne. He rolls us so that he’s on the bottom, bouncing on the bed. I try to roll off and he pulls me back with strong arms, so that my back is to his front and we’re facing the ceiling.

He starts tickling my side with one arm, but I’m not that ticklish there, so I keep a straight face and don’t move. His breathing is lifting my whole body, making me feel miniature sized. He pulls my shirt up a little and wiggles his fingers flat on my belly and my breath catches. He’s feeling the baby. He pulls me up more with the arm that’s under my boobs, and buries his face in my hair. I feel him take a deep breath in, then slowly let it out in a sigh. His pinky goes under my jeans lightly, and I suck in a breath. The hand stays there as he bends his pinky along my panties.

I take a deep breath and bend my legs, resting my feet on the outside of his knees and causing my ass to push back into him.  Deklan grunts a puff of air into my hair and slides his hand down. I suck in my stomach and his hand swoops down into the gap I've created. He goes straight under my panties to cup my mound, before putting pressure on his middle finger, sliding into the folds.

I stare up at the ceiling and pant as he plays me like a guitar, strumming his callused fingers against sensitive nerves. His fingers circle and circle. When he starts flicking his tongue below my ear I arch my back and come on his fingers. Deklan wastes no time. The hand that’s been bound around me unbuttons my pants and both hands push down. I kick out of my jeans and panties while he’s unbuckling his belt.

He flips us over so that I’m flat on my stomach. He holds his body away on his elbows so he doesn’t crush me while he kicks out of his jeans. Then he’s pulling me up to my knees and swooping my shirt off and to the floor. The bra is gone in about three seconds, then he’s pushing me back down. I lay on my belly, head to the side and watch him bend over me in my peripheral vision.

I shiver as I feel his breath on my spine, before his mouth touches down on the red lotus flower. He opens his mouth and licks it with a flat tongue, so that I feel his tongue ring across my skin. He is so good with that thing. He moves all the way down my back to the base of my spine where my tattoo stops.

His arms are straight, hands by my shoulders when he spreads his knees wide, making my legs spread too. I can feel his dick heavy on the crack of my ass and push up into it. He moans and straightens, then pulls my hips up. I feel him press his thumbs into my lower back. He tells me, “These dimples right here are perfect for pulling you back against me.” He slides his hands over the flare of my hips and down over my butt cheeks before he squeezes. “And this ass, I fucking love this ass.” I shiver and get wetter with his words.

Deklan pulls me up on my forearms with my belly off of the bed. His legs are so much longer than mine that he has to lean down with one arm to get in the right position to reach me. He goes slow, stretching me so good, with little bursts of pressure then back out again. It has me rocking against him, trying to get him all the way in. I push back hard and all the breath rushes out of him. “Ah,” he breathes out weakly.

I suddenly worry about his piercing. “Okay?”

He pulls his hand from my hip and winds it in my hair before pulling back gently. “I’m better than okay, babe. Now do it again,” he growls at me.

Oh, Jesus
. His voice is so rough, I feel like it vibrate my chest. I lean forward, sliding him almost all the way out of me. Deklan pulls on my hair when I’m out far enough, silently telling me to come back. I slam into him and we both gasp, then we do it again. The rhythm gets faster, and his hand on my hair pulls harder until my head is back with my back arched and we’re both slick with sweat.

He leans down and windedly whispers in my ear, “You’ve been impaling yourself on me, you wanna see what it looks like?”

I’m confused and dazed with passion. I have no idea what he’s talking about but I nod anyway.

Deklan leans back and puts an arm under my armpit and rests that hand on the opposite shoulder pulling me up. He’s still inside of me so when he sits back on his feet my knees are off of the bed and all of my weight is where our bodies are joined.

He takes his other hand, pulls my chin over to the side and I gasp. The dresser mirror is right there, showcasing a tribal tattooed arm with veins bulging and sinewy muscles holding onto a slender shoulder right above the blue sky of my sleeve.

Deklan twists us around so that we’re looking head on and I’m seeing me in a whole new way. I look down at where he’s inside of me, stretching me wide, to the tattoo on my much thinner thigh. His thighs are corded with muscles, you can practically count them, with a thin layer of hair. The hand that’s not on my shoulder is on my stomach, fingers spelling YOLO spread wide over where our baby is. The black and blue tattoos of his other arm divide my breasts in a stark way. His skin is so much more tanned than my chest. Moving my eyes up, I see the bulge of his biceps on both sides of me and his shoulders above mine. His jaw is hard, cheekbones standing out, stubble on his chin. His scalp is glistening through the short hair. His eyes, though. Deklan has the most mesmerizing eyes. The color of grass in the spring. They’re like bright green lasers.

The second our eyes connect I can’t look away. I tell him shakily, “You’re so big.”

His eyes don’t leave mine when he tells me, “I love how small you are. I can flip you around and do whatever I want with you.”

I give a smirk. He gives his chin a jerk and orders, “Watch and I’ll show you.” When he looks down the mirror and I lose his eyes, I look down to where his hand on my stomach is lowering down into my folds. The hand on my shoulder goes back under my breasts, propping them up like a shelf.

I feel his chest get tight and his arms flex, before he lifts me with that one arm and lets my weight drop me down onto him again. I watch him huge, as big as my wrist slide in and out of me as I gasp at the erotic sight. His hand is circling again, and I can do nothing but hold on to his arms and let him get us off.

I close my eyes when I can’t help but unravel and he whispers an urgent, “Watch, watch, watch.”

I jerk my eyes open wide, just as the first wave hits me as my mouth opens and my body clenches tight. Deklan’s eyes stay on mine as he holds me against him, rocking like he does, trying to get closer but unable. On his face is the expression I’ve seen when he plays guitar solos. It’s a cross between pleasure, pain, and intense concentration. I’ve never seen anything sexier than Deklan Thomas getting off.

His arms go around my waist and he holds me to him as we catch our breath for a minute. When we can breathe a little bit, he rubs his hand between my breasts, up my chest and says, “Let’s take a shower baby.”

I nod and he lifts me up by putting his hands under my arms. A little whimper escapes my throat as he disconnects from my body. Deklan breathes out a sigh, and I fall to my hands and knees on the bed. We both stumble off of the bed and make our way to the shower.

As Deklan washes my hair he says suddenly, “I think I’m gonna like when you get big pregnant.”

I feel my face scrunch up in confusion.

He goes on a second later. “We’ll have to get super creative.”

He rinses me and I ask him incredulously, “You don’t think what we’ve been doing is creative?”

He ducks his chin to look at my face and he chuckles lightly, his face warm. “I would say this time was a little creative. I’ve never been with a girl as short as you. That was fun.”

Now I’m confused. “So, you’re saying this time was good, but the other times were okay?” Cause the man has blown my mind every time.

He rolls his eyes and cups my jaw with one hand, thumb on one side and other fingers on the other. “Ali Dawson Pierce has nothing to be insecure about. That’s what I want you to repeat to yourself. I know you’re preprogrammed to have doubts because you have a vagina, but knock it off. I’m here because I don’t want random hookups, whether they are supermodels or playboy bunnies. I want a pint-size dynamite. I didn’t ask anyone else to be my girlfriend, just you. Get it through your head that you’re stuck with me. We work together in a way I’ve never had before. The sex is better. I actually care about what you have to say, you’re funny as fuck. So you aren’t experienced. I like that too, cause it means I get to show you everything my way and find out what you like. And all three times have been mind-blowing. The end.”

I smile sheepishly. “I like the way you do things.”

He smiles smugly. “Excellent. Because there’s so much more I want to do.”

Chapter 27

Deklan never leaves. After that night, he just hasn't gone home. Not that I’m complaining. We seem to be gelling well together. The sex is mind-blowing, and he doesn’t snore. His clothes have come in that were sent from New York and we have fun trying all the shirts on. Well, I have fun trying them on, then having him take them off of me, or not. There are only a couple things he didn't like, so those are out. We took those to the Salvation Army. His beanies are the shit, so I confiscate those. He did the Late Show and a couple photo shoots during the week, too.

Now it’s Saturday and after taking a shower together—we seem to prefer that—I go to the walk-in to get my clothes, while he shaves his face in the bathroom.

I choose a white short sleeved V-neck shirt that goes to upper thigh, and old jeans that are formed perfectly to my butt. Flat sandals and turquoise accessories go on, then we switch places so I can do hair and makeup. I decide just to blow it out upside down so my hair has body and some wave, but is super casual.