Tracy

He buckles me up in the passenger seat as if I was a kid and then goes around and gets in the car himself. A myriad of thoughts race through my head. Oddly, the first being, why was he outside my house? It makes no sense since he lives on the other side of town. I wonder if it was by accident or is there a real reason he was passing by. I'm too afraid to ask because maybe he's going to see the lady that lives next door to me. She's closer to his age than I am, and she's beautiful. They would make a cute couple, which destroys me.

“You know I'm not going to let them harm you, right?” he reassures me. I guess my feelings are on display. He thinks I’m upset about the guys in there. My thoughts at the moment are solely about him right now. I can’t tell him that, but they are all about the sheriff.

“I know you won't let them,” I answer softly. He turns back and starts driving toward his house. I know he lives close to the edge of town—completely in the opposite direction from my apartment.

“Are you hungry?” he asks.

“No, I'm not, but thank you for asking. And thank you for earlier. I don't know what would have happened if you didn't show up.” The fear of what could have happened seeps inside me and I shiver. He reaches over and grabs my hand as I start to relive the moments before he came bursting through my door. His thumb rubs against the back of my hand and it feels so wonderful and soothing.

I stay quiet for the rest of the ride because I’m edge of an emotional breakdown and don’t want him to see it. As if he understands, Derek doesn't ask any more questions. He has a very nice home I notice as we pull into his driveway. “Well we're here,” he says, releasing a hard breath. Derek throws it in park, then jumps out of the car. He grabs my bag from the back when he comes around for me. His strong, manly body moves effortlessly, and it makes me feel safe to have his hands on me.

He leads me up the stairs and into the house. “Wow, you have a lovely home,” I remark. He turns around and smiles at me. “Thank you.”

I feel like he wants to say more, but he doesn't. Instead he heads to the kitchen but not before asking if I'd like something to drink. “No, thank you.” I pause then change my mind. “You know what? As a matter of fact, I’ll have some water.”

He smiles at me. “Sure thing.” Then he leaves me alone.

I walk around the living room just examining the house. It's full of photos of Amelia and Derek throughout the years. Knowing the truth of his life makes me fall even deeper in love with him. He took on the responsibility that wasn't his own. He's a great man. “Here's your water, sweetheart.” I love hearing the endearment.

“What happened to the Ms. Hope?” I blurt out. He blushes and stammers for a moment before saying sorry. “I'm not bothered by it at all,” I tell him. “I'm just starting to think you don't like my name.”

“Tracy,” he says, moving closer to me. I can feel his breath inches from my face. “When I see your name, I think about all the things I want to do to you. I constantly think about you.”

“You weren't over there to see April?” I ask. Externally, I show no emotion. Internally, I’m doing a happy dance.

“No, I wasn't. This is going to sound pretty fucked up, and you're probably going to want to run away. But Tracy I'm obsessed with you. I wanted to make sure you got home okay. I often do. I know it's kind of crazy especially because you're so much younger than I am.”

“Stop. Stop right there. You've been watching me? Staying at a distance all this time?”

“Yes,” he relents. I put my glass of water down on the table. Then I punch him in the arm.

“So for the past three months, you've been making me think that I'm a fool for having feelings for you,” I complain.

He doesn't respond with words. Instead, he pulls me into his arms, lifts me onto his lap so that I'm straddling him, then pulls my hair and kisses me hard. A kiss that I've been waiting for since we first met. I moan and rock my hips slowly, aching for him. I need Derek more than I can express.

Our lips meld together perfectly. His hands slide down my back cupping my bottom and squeezing thrusting me up against him. He pulls back, breaking our kiss for just a moment to say, “You're never leaving me. I've waited too long for you.” He brings my face back to him kissing me deeper than the first time; his tongue caressing mine until I toss my head back needing air. My chest presses against his. My firm nipples showing how turned on I am.

He tugs at my top pulling it off me. He drops his head and sucks on my breast and lowering the cup down. His teeth drag along my nipple giving me a sense of what's to come. Derek’s tongue the circles around my nipple before he sucks it in intensely. It sends delight straight down my feminine parts. I feel like I'm going to come instantly. I start moving faster on him until I'm screaming his name over and over again coming harder, deeper than I thought possible. So many lonely nights I've touched myself thinking of him and what it would feel like. It's nothing like what I dreamed of, it's ten times better. “That's it, baby. Fucking hell yes. Come for me”