I had no other choice at this point but to fall onto my back and writhe as I lost control of everything.
My hands went up to clench onto the other side of the table I was on. Luckily, Derek’s hands on my hips held me in place because otherwise I would’ve slid right off the other side due to my lack of attention.
Derek’s grunt of release triggered another one of my own, and I cried out.
Sparks burst behind my eyelids, and feelings of euphoria rocketed through my veins.
I had no idea that orgasms could be like this.
I mean, I’d had some, sure. But nothing like what Derek had just given me.
When I finally came to, it was to stare up at the white ceiling tiles with surprise.
“I think I know why they call it the ‘little death,’” I admitted. “Because holy shit, I think I saw Jesus.”
Derek chuckled and pulled out of me.
I instantly felt bereft without him inside of me.
“I think you’re going to be missed if we don’t hurry back out there,” he murmured.
I thought so, too.
But I couldn’t get my legs to work.
“My neck is really sore,” I told him. “You’re gonna have to help me up.”
He did moments later, once again clothed in his pants as he supported my neck and lifted me to sitting.
“You should’ve worn the neck brace,” he murmured shortly.
I rolled my eyes but agreed silently that I really should have.
It was almost unbearable how sore it was.
His eyes took in my wince of pain, then slowly started to massage the sore muscles of my neck.
I leaned forward, uncaring of the stuff that was leaking out of me onto the counter, and placed my forehead onto his neck.
“We’re gonna need to find some disinfectant,” I muttered.
Derek snorted. “I saw some Lysol wipes by the door when I made sure it was locked.”
I rolled my head in that direction and sure enough, there were wipes there.
“Aces,” I teased.
He snorted and kept rubbing my neck.
“You’re mine, Avery Flynn.”
I shivered at his words.
“I know you don’t want to move back in with me,” he said. “But I want you to spend time with me. I want you over there. Just like I want to be over at your place.”
I didn’t say anything for so long that he continued to talk.
“I want it all. I’m not saying that we get married or anything, but I want you to acknowledge that I’m yours, too,” he rumbled.
The vibration of his chest had me smiling.
“What’s official mean?” I asked curiously.
“Official means that I get to kiss you in public. Official means that when we’re out, I hold your hand and warn off any other assholes that try to get near you. Official means that you stop hiding and pulling away, because I’m not going to let you anymore,” he shared.
I pulled back, uncaring of my sore neck, and stared into his eyes.
“Official means that I get to say you’re mine,” I agreed. “When does that start?”
His lips tipped up at the corner. “Now.”Chapter 13Will you be my player two?
-Derek to Avery
Avery
Derek squeezed my neck. “I’m going to run to the bathroom. When I’m done, we can go, okay?”
I nodded at him as I packed away my camera, making sure to put it in just right so that nothing was damaged.
“Yep,” I said.
“Can you hold my shit? These pockets are ridiculously small,” he said as he handed me his phone and wallet.
I took them, packed them into the side pocket of my bag, and then gave him a thumb up.
“I’m going to start walking toward the front,” I said. “That way, we can meet when you’re done.”
He winked at me, causing my heart to palpitate.
“K.”
Then he was gone, leaving me watching him stride through the throng of dancers.
The prom had gone well for everyone.
Prom king and queen had been announced, and no surprise, Rachel Howell had won. Even though it was ‘sorely disappointing that she couldn’t attend tonight’s festivities.’ That’d been the student council’s president who’d announced that.
When she’d looked at me, I’d waved.
There had been a few chuckles in the crowd, but the biggest one had come from the man beside me.
Now, thank God, I was done taking photos.
I was also done packing up.
Once Derek disappeared through the people, I wasn’t surprised to see the attention turn back to me.
It was more than obvious that Derek and I were an item. When we’d come out of the back hallway, I’d seen more than one pair of eyes land on us.
Though it wasn’t obvious what we’d done, I was sure that a lot of the students were wondering about our absence.
Not that I cared what they thought.
I only cared about graduating in a week and blowing this popsicle stand.
Head held high, and neck still aching, I made my way through the middle of the dance floor since it was the easiest.