Author's Note: Mad apologies about the lateness. My life is in complete upheaval at the moment. Chapter Six is on the way! Sienna H.
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Tegan woke the next morning and the feeling of exhilaration had yet to dissipate. She was still slightly sore, deliciously so, from last night's sack session with Derek. As usual, it had been an all-nighter. Her body silently pleaded for her to take it easy, but she was finding it harder to resist him with each passing moment.
Even now, she watched the rise and fall of his defined chest as he slept: flat on his back with a long arm thrown casually over his eyes. The same sly smile forever plastered on his lips.
God, she couldn't get enough. He was gorgeous, absolutely beautiful and part of her was terrified he was going to wake up any moment, a look of pure disgust on his handsome face with the realization he made a terrible blunder. The thought of that happening made her feel sad.
She bit her lip and chided herself for being such a twat. He liked her, this much she knew. However, she couldn't shake the feeling there was something he wasn't saying. He was quite upset last night but tried to play it off. Tegan hoped that with time, he could tell her what was bugging him. Maybe going with him to Los Angeles wouldn't be so bad.
The concept was still hard to grasp. Somewhere in her brain, the reasonable side questioned her sanity. Surely going across the country with a man she hardly knew seemed like the actions of a very insane young woman, but Tegan knew that she deserved an adventure. She had played it safe for far too long, preferring to live vicariously through her friends and at times, complete strangers. Maybe it is time for me to start taking some major leaps.
"I can hear those naughty thoughts rolling about your head, James."
She glanced up to see Derek watching her, his cobalt eyes still heavy-lidded from sleep. A slow grin appeared on her face. She couldn't help it; he was simply irresistible. "You clearly haven't the faintest idea what I'm thinking about, Ryan."
"Oh really?" He propped himself up on the pillows. "So you weren't thinking about sticking your hand underneath that sheet to give me a proper good morning?"
Tegan shook her head. "Not at all. In fact, I was actually trying to come up with a way to let you know I've changed my mind about California."
The telling smile on her cute face gave her away. Derek tackled her easily, pinning her underneath him with her arms above her head as she squealed in protest.
"Cheeky girl," he remarked. Tegan noticed the change in his voice. Once high in a joking fashion, it was now deeper and much sexier. Her pussy couldn't help but pulse hotly in anticipation of what he was planning to do. "You mustn't tease me."
She smiled, and he could see the lustful flicker in her hazelnut eyes hidden behind a thin veil of innocence. "But it's what I do best," she said. "Among other things."
"Oh really? Come on, then. Give us a good look at the other things." His eyes traveled to her large breasts, the nipples starting to harden at his words. "Ahh, there we go. Yes, I have to agree, those are only some of what you do best. But what about this?" his hand moved between their bodies to stroke her mound, the arousal evident. "Mmm, wonderful," he cooed, his finger tracing the outer lips in such a painstakingly slow fashion Tegan thought she could die.
Her sensuous moan brought the trademark half-smile to his lips. "You're sodding gorgeous, you know that?" His lips kissed hers gently before they moved down to her neck, trailing butterfly soft kisses on the smooth nape and collarbone. She lay there panting, her heart and senses on utter overload. God, he was too fucking smooth. "Every single inch of you," he continued, moving to her right breast, his tongue lingering over the swell and curve before dipping into the valley, tonguing the very sensitive skin.
Tegan whimpered as her legs automatically went to wrap around his waist. Derek smiled. "Nuh-uh, luv" he said, shaking his raven curls. "You're not going to get off that easily. Pun intended. Stroke my ego a bit. Make me feel all manly."
Grinning, she flipped him onto his back as she straddled his legs. "Well, your hair is so fucking hot" she said as her fingertips raked gently through his scalp. Derek groaned as his dick jumped, making Tegan rock her hips forward. "Your eyes, I've never seen a deeper yet vibrant blue."
She kissed his eyes gently as his hands steadied her hips. "And then there's this," she whispered excitedly. "This wonderful mouth with the adorable half smile. I could kiss it all day." Tegan moved down his body. "Hot chest, nice muscles, but what I really adore are these." She licked the blue stars on his hips, the sensation sending erotic shocks all over.
"Fuck," Derek moaned. His cock was throbbing and he was nearly in tears from the pain. He needed release, needed to feel her body writhing from pleasure. Picking her up, he gently moved her underneath him onto her stomach. "Lift and spread, baby" he growled. Tegan complied, lifting her ass up and spreading her legs wider. He gave her pussy one long, slow lick that had Tegan muffling her moans with the pillow under her cheek.
Derek positioned his erection at the apex of her thighs. He was about to plunge when the sharp trill of a phone had him groaning in frustration. Tegan sighed and reached for the black cordless when Derek stopped her by thrusting into her tight pussy. Her moan was low and long and she pushed her ass higher, as her pussy tried to suck his entire length inside.
"Don't answer it," he groaned out. Beads of sweat were already starting to form on his forehead as he continued to slide his cock inside her.
"I-I have to," she pleaded. There was only one person who could be calling at this hour on a Sunday. When he undulated his hips, she arched her back. Pushing her back down, his hands palmed her cheeks before giving each a sharp slap that had her begging for more.
"You're not answering that phone, sweetheart" his words were light, but there was a darkness in his tone that had her shivering with pleasure. Derek slid his cock out before plunging hard again, this time both of them groaning in unison.
He smiled cheekily before rolling his hips once more. "Now scream for me."
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A few short hours later, Tegan sat at a table in the posh Victorian Tea Room. She sipped her orange juice and checked her watch. It was never like her to be late. Man, she must be really pissed at me.
"Excuse me, miss but are you ready to order?" It was the waiter again. He had appeared at the table once before to do his job and Tegan informed him that her guest had not yet arrived. Now nearly fifteen minutes later and still no sign of her.
She forced a smile. "I'm sorry, sir but I'm afraid my guest hasn't...."
"No need to stall, Tegan. I am here." The woman took her seat. "Good afternoon, sir. I'd like to start off with the salmon puffs and a spinach omelet with just a hint of dill and extra brie."
She smiled at Tegan. "And she will have the Belgian waffles and a spinach omelet prepared just as the first with thinly sliced sausage. But before all that, let's start with the Lady Grey tea, blueberry scones, clotted cream, and chocolate petit fours." The woman ignored the slightly astonished look on the waiter's handsome face. Tegan stifled a grin.
"Yes, madam. Right away." He walked away briskly.
Tegan smiled at the woman, a pair of light brown eyes like her own held the same bright glow. "You think you ordered enough, Mom?"
Catherine James smiled at her daughter. "Well, I will admit my appetite has gotten a bit carried away lately. I believe your father will take the blame for that. He's been putting my yoga classes to shame." There was a lively spark in her eye that made Tegan flush.
"Mo-om!" she whined. "I really don't want to think about you and Daddy having sex."
"Tegan Harriet, control yourself!" her mother said with a small smile. "We are out in public!"
"That's what I'm saying," Tegan muttered. Both mother and daughter exchanged smiles.
Catherine picked up the goblet of ice water and sipped casually. Tegan had to admit, her mother was one classy broad. Even though she came from a family who struggled all their lives, Catherine knew about manners. Her mother, Tegan's grandmother scraped enough money together to send Catherine and her two sisters to charm school. Catherine was the only one who really took the lessons seriously and it paid off. Every movement was stylish and graceful.
To Tegan, her mother was beauty personified from her silky sienna skin, light brown eyes, and impeccably done dark hair. She was always well dressed and today was no exception. Even though it was Sunday, she was wearing tailored grey slacks with a high waist and a pale pink short sleeved tuxedo shirt that was definitely designer.
Unlike other Park Avenue wives, Catherine worked very hard. She owned a small fashion marketing company that specialized in advertising fashion and designer brands. Tegan was very proud of her mother, who had come a long way from two-bedroom welfare apartments in the Brooklyn projects.
"You look good honey," her mother remarked as the waiter returned with their tea and treats. "There is definitely something different about you."
I've been gettin' some on the regular, she wanted to shout but she didn't think her mother was that understanding. "Oh you know I've just been taking care of myself more." She placed the white linen napkin in her lap as her mother passed her the plate of petit fours.
"Well, whatever you're doing agrees with you. Have you been working out?"
You have no idea. "Um, yeah. I have been getting worked out a lot lately."
"Mmm, personal trainer?" Catherine sipped her tea and daintily placed a piece of scone in her mouth. Tegan was impressed at how she was able to keep her soft pink NARS lipstick in place.
"Yeah, you could say that." She was trying not to giggle.
"Well, you should tip him double. I can't remember the last time you looked so...different. You're positively glowing. And I must commend you on your fashion choice. There's hope for burning those band shirts yet."
