Only Skin Deep (22 page)

She
tossed but slept on as he dipped onto the bed cultivating the plan to come to
life under his touch. His cock throbbed in want, but first her. Derek pressed his
face to the juncture between her thighs, inhaled her scent and ran his tongue
along the seam of her pussy. He was rewarded with a sleepy sigh. Encouraged, he
repeated the action with a long lazy swipe. Dew coated his tongue from his
efforts, he swallowed and took a third pass, making sure to linger on her clit,
and then suck the constricted bud into his mouth.
Deja
woke up with a startle. He watched recognition pass over her face from sleepy
eyes staring down for him.

“Morning.
Having breakfast?” Her raspy sleep-filled voice
questioned. Her legs parted and she pressed her pelvis down.

Derek
chuckled and gave her what she wanted, first one finger, then two. He used his
thumb to press circles on her clit, the pressure provoking her to buck her
hips.

“Please,”
she murmured, her muscles flexed, holding his fingers hostage.

Derek
pumped harder. Soft moans of pleasure ignited his lust. He passed over her rock
hard clit again with his tongue and bit down on it. Spasms wracked her body as
she climaxed for him, her cream gushing on his tongue. He replaced his fingers
with his mouth to drain every last drop from her. Only when her tremors began
to ebb, did he crawl up her body and position his cock at her entrance.
Deja
swiveled her hips and he drove in. Satin heat encased
him as he began moving, her body undulating under him. Flush to him, her
pebbled nipples pressed into his chest. Derek interlocked her hands in his and
drew them over his head. She tilted her head back and he used the opportunity
to capture her lips in a slow lazy kiss, tongue thrusting in sync with his
cock. Pressed together in the most intimate of ways, her breath mingled with his
in soft hitches. Derek backed off, transitioned to soft nibbles along her jaw
line to her earlobe, a spot that drove her crazy.

Encased
in her quivering walls, he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d hold out. She
exposed her neck and he sucked on her skin enough to
pinken
it but leave no remaining mark. Her legs tightened around him as she surged
forward to gain control. Loving a good game he slipped out, his intent to leave
her bereft for a second and plunge back home. The tip of his dick skimmed her
clit as he withdrew and surged home. Her breathing changed abruptly, followed
by her body that began to tense under him. She leaned forward and bit into the
cords of his shoulder hard enough to draw blood. “Come
Deja
.”
Derek rocked inside her as she let go and her climax catapulted him into one of
his own.

After
he caught his breath, he placed a sweet kiss on
Deja’s
down turned lips. He wanted to erase whatever caused the frown to appear.
“What’s wrong?” She ran her calve along his lower back and buttocks, taking too
long to answer for his liking.

“Sooner
or later I’ll be too big for you to make love to me. I love when you’re above
me.”

“I
love when you get all worried about things. It’s charming. Don’t
worry,
I’m sure we can experiment with some alternate
positions. Okay?”

“Always
laughing at me,” she chided him. “But, I guess practicing some new ones doesn’t
sound too bad.”

“Good,
then stop worrying. You have many months before you’ll be too rounded with my
son for us to change up.”

“How
do you know we’re having a boy?”

“Intuition.”
He shrugged.

“
Pshht
.”
Deja
blew a raspberry and narrowed her gaze at him. Clearly doubting his know all.

“Strong
DNA?” This prompted a laugh.

“I
don’t think so.”

“Either
way, boy or girl, we’ll be great parents.”

“I
know.”
Deja
stretched under him.

He
realized he was crushing her and rolled to his side.

“What’s
on your agenda today?”

“Meetings—why,
need me to reschedule?”

“No.
We both live by our calendars. I have some things to do at the store,
then
I’m going to my parent’s house to go over finances.”

“Want
me to tag along for support?” He wanted her to know he was there for her, even
through her fears of what they’d think of his relationship with her.

“Nope.
I have to do this for myself.
Should’ve
a while ago.
But I’m sure I’ll get roped into suffering through a loud
family dinner, meddling and all. You can def meet me there for that. I want you
there. I’m ready for them to meet you. Besides what better way to drop the
you’re going to be
grandparents
bomb.”

“I’m
there. All you have to do is ask.”

“You
are and it’s one of the things I love about you. We’re so different our life
will never be boring.”

“Yeah,
worrywart, we do have some things in common. I still think you’re over thinking
how they’ll react to our being together.”

“I
hope you’re right and driving you loco has its perks.”

“Speaking
of…nice attempt with the massage and blow job. I haven’t forgotten the stunt
you ladies pulled off.”

“Told
Taleena
only Jason would fall for the planned
seduction scene,”
Deja
groused.

Instead
of being peeved, he found the situation highly amusing. “She’s probably right.”
He stroked her back.

“Wonder
if any of their men fell asleep in the middle of—”

Derek
rolled her hip over and brought his palm down on her ass.

“Ouch!”

“That
was for my poor abused hand.”

“It
was all in good fun.” She gave him a kiss and laid her head on his neck. “Let’s
play hooky all day and laze about in bed.”

“Baby,
I wish I could.
How about breakfast in bed and a hot bath?”

“So long as it’s pancakes and lots of bacon.
I um, can’t get
into a tub full of hot water until after I have the baby. The expecting book
says it can increase the fetus heartbeat and cause stress. It’s moderately warm
water for me or a hot shower less than fifteen minutes.”

“Ah
so that’s the reason you didn’t climb in the tub with me, I’d wondered.”

“Trust
and believe, I wanted to be in there with you. Especially since your thang kept
playing peek-a -boo above the water.”

Derek
rose from the bed and crossed to the dresser to find clothes. “My cock flexes
or jerks. It does not…I repeat…does not play peek-a-boo.” He shrugged into a
shirt and pants, pressed a kiss on her giggling lips and shook his head in
disbelief. “I’ll be slaving over the stove to make you breakfast fit for a
queen.”

* * * *

“Something
sure does smell good down there,”
Deja
called from
the bedroom.

“My
queen should be relaxing in bed, waiting to be served.” Derek strategically
placed food on her plate, added a flute of apple juice, a red rose and stood
back to admire his masterpiece. Satisfied he hadn’t forgotten anything, he
carried the bounty to
Deja
.

A
fog of steam rolled out of his bathroom. Perched up on pillows sat a fresh
faced
Deja
, clad in one of his shirts. “Feel better?”

“Um
hm
, starving but squeaky clean.” She eyed the tray of
food in his hand.

“Well,
it’s good that I have what satisfies your appetite.”

“Egomaniac.
That’s not the hunger I was referring to. You
know I meant food and a nice tall drink of…juice.”
Deja
cocked a brow at him and licked her lips. “Come sit with me, and bring the
pancakes.” She patted the empty spot next to her on the bed and patted the
comforter.

“I
aim to please.” Derek crossed over to her and slid the wooden tray with stands
in front of her. He watched her struggle with what to try first. Her gaze
dropped to the center of her blueberry pancake, eyes widened and a smile spread
across her face.

“Oh my!
Seriously?”
She lifted the
engagement ring surrounded by a ring of fresh blueberries atop whipped cream
off the flapjack.

“I
was going to drop it in your juice, but you have a habit of drinking and
looking later.”

“Good
thinking.”
Deja
handed him the ring and held out her
hand, wiggling her fingers.

“
Deja
Crane, will you please take this poor besotted man, who
wants to wake up next to you for everyday of his life as your husband, and put
him out of his misery?”

“Of course.
I already said yes.” She squeaked on the bed
jarring the tray.

Derek
stabilized it with his leg as he slid the ring on her finger, and then kissed
her fingertips. “I promise to be a good husband.”

“And
I promise not to always be so difficult and bossy…I mean I’ll work on it.”
Deja’s
grin brightened up the room. She flexed her fingers
and looked at the ring. “It’s so beautiful.”

Pink
diamonds surrounded by small clusters of white diamonds fit her well. He was
happy she liked it. He’d sweated over ordering the pink and having her ring
custom made.

“Thank
you.” She leaned over to kiss him, sniffling as her eyes
teared
up.

“Hey,
there’s no crying in baseball.” Derek brought up their favorite line of their
number one favorite movie of all time, A League of Their Own.

“I’m
just
soo
happy all over again. I never expected this.” She beamed her disarming smile at
him once more. He couldn’t get enough of the way her face transformed into a
beacon of light.

“That’s
what I love to hear baby.” He swiped a dollop of whipped cream and a piece of
turkey bacon, chewing thoughtfully. “This is not as good as real bacon.”

“All
bacon is real bacon.”
Deja
laughed.

“Unless it’s imitation back.”
He noticed she tore her
attention from the ring to eat. Derek fed her pieces of pancake, and then
himself, as they shared the fork.

“I’d
have married you for your culinary genius alone.”

He
snorted.

“Well
maybe not right away but you are a very persuasive man.”
Deja
spoke between bites.

“Glad
to know you can be caught.” He winked and stole her forkful of food.

“Sharing
was fun a few minutes ago, not so much now. Don’t mess with a pregnant woman’s
craving. You’ll get stabbed with a fork.”

“Don’t
bite the hand that feeds you baby.” Derek handed her the fork, since he’d eaten
while cooking. She cleaned the plate in minutes as if he was going to change
his mind and make her share. He leaned back in bed wishing he didn’t have to
work. If the set meetings he was scheduled to attend weren’t important to the
future of his business, he’d ditch his hard learned work ethic and
dependability that demanded he attend.

“What’s
wrong?”

“Work
calls.” He removed the apron and leaned over to kiss her fruit tasting lips,
then went to the closet to take out his dress shirt and suit planned for the
day. While she relaxed after eating, he dressed and checked his reflection in the
mirror.

“Have
a good day and love you.”

“Love
you more.” He loved the breakthrough they shared regarding their relationship.
Since he told her not to obsess about things out of her control their
relationship flourished. With a shit eating grin, he scooped up his briefcase
resting on the dresser and left the room, whistling as he headed out.

Chapter Nine

Deja
took a picture of her ring.

Check this out.
She texted and sent to
Taleena
,
Nadja
and Barbie, hit
send and carted her dishes to the sink. Not a dirty pan or plate remained. The
frying pan and flap jack griddle lay upside down clean on the dish drain. It
paid to have a moderate control freak/
dirtaphobe
for
a man. She washed her few dishes, champagne flute and added them to the drying
rack. Derek was so romantic he made her head spin. Her heart fluttered from his
unbridled love for her.

I’m really engaged!

After
some thinking and rearranging, she decided to forgo her trip to the store, and
head over to her parents early. Her phone dinged with multiple inbox messages.

WTG!!!!!!!!! I knew I
liked him for a reason.

Thanks
Leena
.
She
texted back and scrolled down to the next message to read.

Holy shit that’s the
mother
load
of engagement rings.
Whoot
.
You go rock that holy
grail of a ring girlfriend.
Onward to your bachelorette
party.

Nadja
always wanted a reason to party. Football, college
basketball, pro basketball, baseball, soccer and the Olympics, their sporting
event parties were always thrown at her house. Their men didn’t miss a game if she
could help it.

LOL.
Deja
texted back.
She flicked to Barbie’s.

I could stare at that
all day if it was on my finger. Congrats on being leg shackled forever. Just
think about all the cock left for…well, I’m the only single one left, so it’s
all for me. You admire your ring. I got the store we’re slow. You could get a
mani
and
pedi
to match as long as you wear a mask in there.