All I Want... Is You (12 page)

It was enough to make me warm and moist.

I know I wasn’t supposed to have those thoughts after everything that he’d been through tonight, but I couldn’t help myself. Watching him stretched out in the passenger seat, I got to fully appreciate just how tall he was, and that only fueled the thoughts in my head.

My God, it made me want him so badly tonight.

I tried to take my mind off of my lustful thoughts to concentrate on the road, but my mind kept moving toward finishing what we’d started before we got interrupted the last time.

Damn, the intensity of that moment was hard not to think about. I wanted him to take me as hard and rough as he could. My body wanted to feel the abuse that I’d deprived it for the past six months, and my B.O.B. wasn’t doing it for me anymore.

While I drove, I kept hearing Derrick moaning and saying my name over and over while he was sleeping, which didn’t help the sensual state that I was trying my hardest to avoid. He sounded so good, his voice felt like it was calling for me, wanting me to do unspeakable things and have him do unspeakable things to me.

I needed to get away from these thoughts before we made it to his condo or I wouldn’t be held responsible for the things that may happen.

I was almost safe from my body betraying me until I heard Derrick slur in his sleep, “I don’t want to be alone tonight, Cori. Don’t leave me, please?”

Yeah, these thoughts wouldn’t be going away any time soon the way he sounded.

I remember a saying when being in a situation like this.

The only way to beat temptation is to yield to it.

I really needed to yield to it, be consumed by it, to no longer be afraid to let go.

The last relationship I was in taught me the consequences of not taking care of the needs that come to light at that moment.

The only problem was, I’d handled that part of the equation.

The other part of the equation handled that part with someone else. An unknown variable that I wasn’t aware was helping me balance the equation without my consent.

I promised myself that things would be different once the group was signed. Now that that was becoming a reality within the next day or so, I needed to keep that promise.

It’s only fair, after all.

We finally got to Derrick’s exit, and the moment that I decelerated, Derrick was stirring and waking up.

“Cori? Damn, where am I?” Derrick tried to get his bearings as he asked the questions in a rapid fire pattern.

“Derrick, baby, we’re heading to your house. Don’t you remember?”

“On the way home? I just left Brian’s studio an hour ago.” Derrick protested before he opened his eyes wider. “Wait a minute, why are you driving my truck?”

“Derrick, you’ve had a traumatic night. Your friend died tonight.” I told him, trying to be as delicate as I could.

“Who died? What the hell are you—“ he tried to say again before he clutched his arm in pain. “Damn, my arm… oh yeah, now it’s coming back to me; Omar punked out on me.”

“Baby, don’t get upset, I promise we’ll get you out of those clothes and get you to sleep as soon as we get in the house.” I vowed as I eased the truck into the garage. “You don’t have to worry about anything. Tonight, I’m taking care of you.”

~Derrick~

I was still in a fog.

I felt like I was in a bad dream that I couldn’t wake up from.

What the hell was Omar thinking?

I thanked God he wasn’t a good shot, but damn, why did he shoot me? And what was all that mess that he was talking about before the end?

I guess I wouldn’t have those answers or any closure, so there was no use in trying to go insane in search of either.

Even though the officers said that they would visit his parents, I still felt I owed it to them to let them know I was there, that he wasn’t alone.

That was the hardest call I’ve ever had to make.

His mom did not take things well and was raging at me by the time her husband picked up the phone. He wasn’t Omar’s biological, but he was the closest thing to a father that he had. All he could do was express his appreciation that I was able to do what I could for his stepson in the final moments.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to offer the detail that had Omar been sharper, I wouldn’t be there to make the call. I finally decided against it, there was no need in pouring salt in the wounds.

I took solace and comfort in the hot bath that Cori ran for me while helping me out of my clothes.

And even that I don’t have a complete recollection of at this point.

I still don’t know how she and Toni got there together, but I was grateful that they were both there. I rationalized that the officers found my cell phone and found the ICE number, which got the ball rolling. I knew I could count on Toni if I ever got jammed up.

Watching Cori moving in and out of the bathroom in nothing but my Falcons jersey was a sight to enjoy, but my mind kept trying to convince me that this was still a dream.

But I didn’t want to be alone tonight, so I wished against my mind with my emotions and hoped that this was all real, bad images included.

My muscles ached, and the sting from the wound made itself known, so being able to relax was a welcome feeling.

The minute she touched my arm to dress my bandage, I knew I wasn’t dreaming anymore.

She quietly moved about her business with the skill of a nurse, and I caught her staring, but it wasn’t at my lower arm.

She was staring at my brand with a smirk on her face.

“And what’s that look about?” I asked.

“You’re a Que-dawg?”

“Yeah, and your point is?”

“I should have known, you move like a Que,” she pointed out. “That explains the swagger, like you own everything.”

I laughed it off. “I’m no different than any other man, and Alphas and Kappas think they own everything, too. I’m just saying.”

“Yeah, right, Mr. ‘Everyman’,” she winked at me while finishing the wrap. “Don’t think that I didn’t notice the women trying to get your attention at the showcase.”

Now that got my attention.

This whole time, she’d been trying to act like she wasn’t paying me no never mind, and now she wants to clock like she already had papers on me?

Two can play that game.

“Oh, like I didn’t see all the drinks that the ballers were trying to shoot in your direction, trying to get your attention?” I mentioned, staring at her. “And don’t try to front like they were going to Tracie or something like that, either.”

Cori blushed when she realized that I had her dead to rights.

“Alright, so I was keeping an eye on you and you were keeping an eye on me. So, now what, D?” she asked, studying my face to figure out my emotions.

I sat up in the tub when she asked that question. My eyes turned serious as I asked, “What do you want, Cori? We’ve been hinting around whatever this is between us ever since we met. What do you want most?”

Cori knelt by the tub and kissed me deeply. The force behind it caught me by complete surprise.

“I want you.” she whispered as she continued to kiss me before I could protest.

Like I was really going to argue at that point?

I adjusted to her kiss quickly, taking my hands and exploring under the jersey to find that she was completely naked underneath.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” she managed between moans.

“Not yet, but I am trying to feel my way around, if you don’t mind?” I joked, still working up her back, feeling her ass and slightly parting her thighs. “We were interrupted last time, remember?”

“Mmmmm, I know, baby,” she whispered again. “Just don’t stop this time, please.”

Feeling her skin was like sliding my hands again satin. I almost lost myself in the touch as she pulled against me, wanting me out of the tub. She walked over to the vanity across from the tub to get a towel to help dry me off.

I bent her over the counter and slid inside her before she knew what hit her.

All of a sudden, the towel was the last thing on my mind, and Cori didn’t protest at all.

“Damn, D, you couldn’t wait, could you, baby?” Cori cried out as she adjusted her hips to fit me. “
Take it, baby!
”

I took hold of her hips and took her hard and deep, hearing her cheering me on as we saw our dimly lit images in the mirror joined together in a sensual melding that felt natural the minute we started.

“
I want it rough, baby, fuck me!
” she screamed, bracing herself against the edge of the sink with her hands.

Without warning, I pulled out of her and took her hand, nearly dragging her to the bedroom. I laid her on top of the bed, spreading her thighs apart so we could finish what was started in the bathroom.

“
Damn, baby, it’s yours, take it!
” Cori growled, tightening her legs around my waist the moment I was back inside her. “
It feels soooo good!
”

The wave was coming fast, but I wanted to hold out just a little longer. Cori moved fluidly, rocking her hips while she was under me.

“
Give it to me, baby! I want it, come on, please!
” Cori called out to me, raking her nails over my chest, encouraging me to lose control and let it go.

She didn’t have to ask twice.

My climax crested, a growl emanating from deep within my core, echoing off the walls with a ferocity that surprised us both. I pulled out again, this time unloading a storm that she took primal pleasure in being caught in.

I felt my body relent, and I moved to the side of where Cori lay on the bed, trying my best to avoid the exhaustion and sleep that threatened to come for me.

The ceiling fan was the only noise in the room.

Cori was attached at my left hip, playing with the hairs on my chest, teasing my nipples, trying to get me going again.

The pain in my arm made itself known quickly, the adrenaline of the moment that Cori and I shared dulled the pain until we finally arrived at this moment.

“Is this how you operate?” she playfully asked.

“You seduced me, looking all sexy in my jersey.” I shot back, earning a playful slap from her.

“Mmmm, yeah, if you say so,” she replied. “I might want some more the way you feel right now.”

“Damn, sexy, you hooked already?” I couldn’t resist keeping things light, anything to see that smile flash across her face.

“So, what happens now?” Cori asked the dreaded question after a few moments. “You asked me earlier what did I want most… well, besides a recording contract for the group, I want you, Derrick. I like how you make me feel, and I want more.”

I stared down at her, watching her eyes dance from side to side, trying to focus on where my eyes were going.

I didn’t worry too much at that point. In my mind, my focus hadn’t been clearer.

But I wasn’t about to make things complicated by trying to define things.

“I don’t know what is supposed to happen next,” I finally answered her, kissing her across her lips. “But I know I want you here.”

“I’m yours, D.” Cori grinned as she continued to kiss me. “All yours.”

~Cori~

Mmmm… my lips hurt.

Trust me, that was a damn good thing right now.

And the way I was feeling this morning, I couldn’t wait to feel that sweet pain again… and again.

I felt every inch of my body as if his hands were still caressing me. Every curve, every crevice, like my body was waiting for him.

God, this was so worth the wait.

But I saw him moving around in the bathroom like he was getting ready to leave, and I didn’t want him to go yet. I wasn’t ready for the fantasy to end.

“Where are you going, baby?” I asked, reaching out to him as he sat down on the edge of the bed. “Come back to bed, sexy, please?”

“As much as I would love to, Cori, I have shoots all day long.” Derrick replied as he continued dressing. “And you laying like that in my bed isn’t making it any easier.”

I pulled the covers back, exposing my naked body to him, trying to convince him that he could be a little late this morning. “Can’t you at least stay a little while? I’ll make you breakfast and be your dessert if you stay.”

Derrick stopped abruptly, making me think that I might have worked my magic. He angled his body toward me, his eyes taking mental inventory of my body as I laid there, seductively rolling my hips to awaken his other senses.

Wanting him to feel instead of look, I inched closer to him, wrapping my legs around his waist, grinding my pussy against the small of his back.

I felt a low rumble and then a growl escape his lips, and I kept grinding against him, kissing his neck, cooing in his ear, anything to take his mind off leaving for work.

“Cori…” he barely whispered. “I need to go, baby.”

“Don’t go, not yet.” I insisted, sliding around to his waist, straddling him and kissing him some more. Yes, I wanted him to stay, but it was more out of concern now.

What he went through last night would have… it should have… shaken anyone up, and he was acting as if nothing had happened.

“Derrick, listen to me. I know last night was… oh my God, last night… but you didn’t sleep well.” I had to let him know that he was tossing and turning last night after we finally settled down. “Do you expect to act like nothing happened?”

He tensed up for a moment and then I felt him calm down. He rubbed across his forearm and still felt the pain course through where he’d been hit, and I hoped that he realized that I wasn’t just babying him.

After watching him unleash his anger on Brian last night, I didn’t want him in that headspace again.

“I wasn’t trying to think about it, but I gotta do something, Cori,” Derrick finally managed to say. “Why he had to choose me to do that shit to, I don’t know.”

“Baby, just stay here with me, let me help you take your mind off things, if only for a little while.” I told him, not budging an inch from where I sat. “You’re not going to be any good to anyone, including me, if you push your way through this without trying to rest, okay?”