And party we do. While we can’t go overboard, Jacob’s still got at least one more game and we have to drive home, we still enjoy ourselves. Jacob spends most of his time upstairs chatting with nearly every pretty woman who comes his way, but he’s still gentlemanly with them.
I can see why Derrick likes him.
“Hey, wanna dance?” Derrick asks me as his ears perk up. “I love this song.”
I nod my head, taking his hand and swaying with him down the stairs as the DJ plays a remix of Rhianna’s Only Girl, and find a space on the dance floor. We’re dressed nowhere near as fancy as some of the club goers, where undone buttons and high hemlines seem to be the norm . . . but I don’t care as I sway with Derrick.
Turning around, I grind against him, humming happily as I feel something start to swell. “Is that for me?”
Derrick growls, lowering his lips to my ear. “I need you. Alone.”
“Well,” I reply, reaching back and cupping his cheek, “tell Jacob bye and let’s get out of here.”
The fresh air outside is brisk, but after the heat of the club, it’s refreshing. Walking back to the car, we pass a park, stopping to take in the lights and the large, full moon that’s peering down at us from over the trees. Suddenly, a fountain starts up, spraying into the air and underlit by deep red and blue lights, like something out of a Disney movie. “Wow,” I whisper, hugging against Derrick in the cold air, “it’s beautiful.”
“It is,” Derrick agrees, hugging me tightly, his front pressing into my back. “Kat . . . thank you. For everything.”
“Thank you,” I reply softly, looking up to see him with a faraway look on his face. “Derrick? Penny for your thoughts?”
“Hmm?” he asks. I giggle and snuggle against him, feeling his still stiff cock at my back. “Mmm this is such a romantic setup . . . you and me, alone, with the gorgeous fountain, but all I can think are dirty thoughts. I can’t help it, that’s what you do to me.”
“Oh really?” I ask, giggling a little. I look back into his eyes, which are glowing red and blue, reflecting the fountain’s lights. “Tell me. I wanna hear every filthy thing.”
Derrick lowers his voice to that sexy purr he knows drives me wild, a small smile dancing on his lips. “Like I want to get you back home, rip these clothes off you, and worship your body and fill your pussy so full you can’t walk right tomorrow.”
I grin, turning around and pressing my breasts against his body. “You want to fill my pussy so full of what . . . your . . .long . . . thick . . . throbbing . . . cock?” I ask, drawing out the final word in that way that I know drives him crazy and reminds us both of just how far we’ve come. I reach down, running my hand over his bulging jeans, humming. “Seems that’s exactly what you want to do.”
Derrick gasps and nods. “Then let’s go home. I think I owe you a nice, long massage tonight.”
Epilogue
Derrick
The church looks beautiful, and the spring time air is warm, the scent of flowers wafting in from the trees outside. I feel a little cooped up in my suit, but that’s okay. Today isn’t about me.
It’s not really about Kat either, although it’s a very big deal for her. With her sister happily married and our own relationship being on track, today’s sort of the capstone to her own circle of trust.
It’s one more sign that fairy tales can happen. One night, after we made love, we laid in the dark and she explained a theory about happiness being an island in a sea of misery, comparing love to a small Styrofoam cup. I hadn’t really understood the whole significance of her theory, but I promised to make our island the biggest, happiest one I could and she smiled as she fell asleep in my arms. I decided that meant I was doing good. It’s a growing process for us both.
Her whole life, she’s been betrayed by every man who she’s ever given her heart to. And while I’ve not been perfect, I don’t think any man is, the worst I’ve done over the past few months was forget to pick up Chinese takeout for dinner one night when she asked me to. Thankfully, the local spot down on the corner delivers in ten minutes flat.
Still, she’s had a lifetime of insecurities and fears to get over, and we’ve conquered them together. I finally knew she was totally over it when she unpacked her last bag and turned in her key for her old place. No need to worry about a place to go, or needing to leave because I’ve hurt her. Since then . . .