Page 14 of Spyder
“Next week,” I say. “It’s going to be weird having Ruby as my boss, though.”
“Ruby is a lovely girl. I’m sure you two will work well together,” she says. “You always were the best of friends when you were young.”
“Yeah, that’s true.”
She yawns and her eyes start to flutter. She’s running out of steam, so I help her under the covers and get her situated before I set the timer on the TV and slowly back out of the room. She’ll be asleep in a matter of moments, I’m sure.
I prowl the house for a little while, feeling restless. It was a good day, all things considered. I’m really excited to get into my classroom and get to work, of course. I look forward to spending time with Ruby again. And I can’t wait to start this new chapter in my life, the situation with my mother notwithstanding.
I head back to my room and close the door. It’s starting to get late and I know I should probably get to bed since I’ve got things to do tomorrow, but I’m still feeling a little amped up. Restless. I light a candle, turn on some music on my phone, and dim the lights before I lie down. Maybe if I relax a little, I’ll be able to turn off my brain and be able to actually get ready for bed.
The scent of lavender soon fills the air and I watch the orange candlelight and shadows flickering on the ceiling, locked in their eternal struggle. It was nice seeing Max again today. It had been quite a while but running into him brought back a flood of memories. It’s sometimes difficult for me to see through all of the bad things and negative memories I have, but there are definitely some good memories here that I still hold dear.
Thinking of Max, of course, brings Derek to mind. I truly do regret that he and I never spoke, let alone spent time together. If I knew then what I know now and I was the person I am today, I never would have let my friends stop me from spending time with Derek. I never would have allowed them to dictate who I could associate with or tell me who I could be seen with. It’s so stupid. It’s only now, in hindsight, that I can see the things I thought were so important back then are nothing but trivial bullcrap that shouldn’t even warrant consideration.
I didn’t know Derek well back then, but I remember him from some of the classes we had together. He was always one of the smartest kids in class. Though he did his best to hide that fact. I remember when I called him Donny all semester just to get under his skin. He corrected me a few times, but eventually gave up and let me call him Donny. At the time, I thought it was flirting. But then, I never was all that good at flirting, so again, in hindsight, I can see how silly and ineffective that actually might have been.
I do remember very well that I always thought he was sexy as hell. But my attraction to him was always from afar. I wonder what being with him would have been like. Not sexually—or at least, not totally—but just spending time with him. We didn’t really talk with each other back in the day, but whenever I heard him speak in class or whatnot, he was always articulate and thoughtful. And he was smart as hell. I got the idea that he was the kind of guy I could have a conversation with. Like a real conversation that’s deep and meaningful. About a wide array of topics. It’s a rare trait to have in most of the men I’ve met.
As I think about Derek, I recall his hazel-colored eyes the most. There were a few times our eyes would meet, and I remember how intense and filled with mystery they were. I remember this one time working on a group project that Derek looked at me, and I could see that he was thinking of something. I could definitely see the wheels turning behind those beautiful eyes of his, and I remember being desperate to know what it was. I couldn’t work up the nerve to ask though and never found out.
As I picture those eyes boring into mine, I feel a shudder run through me. It’s a pleasant feeling that fills me with warmth from head to toe, and all points in between. A slow, sensual song is playing, and I can’t help but feel a little sexy. Especially with thoughts of Derek and those intense eyes of his filling my mind.
And then, out of nowhere, I’m imagining kissing him. He always had full, sensual, and kissable lips. As I picture him sliding his tongue past my lips, swirling it around my own, I feel the heat between my legs burning out of control. I close my eyes and lose myself in the fantasy, sliding my hand down into my yoga pants, and when I touch myself, I’m surprised to feel how wet I am.
As I tease my clit with my fingertips, I bite back my gasp, trying to be quiet so I don’t wake my mom. Her meds usually keep her knocked out pretty well, but I don’t want to take chances. It’s not that I’m afraid she’ll hear me—though I would prefer it if she didn’t—it’s that I don’t want to have to stop before I finish. All of these thoughts bouncing around in my mind have me desperately needing to get off.
In my mind’s eye, I run my hands over Derek’s toned and chiseled chest as our kiss deepens. I lose myself in the fantasy, feeling his hard body pressed to mine, our tongues languidly winding around each other. I shudder as I feel his hands on me. Feeling him cupping my breasts and squeezing them. I slide my other hand up under my T-shirt and give my pert nipple a hard pinch, a small gasp escaping me.
As I continue to caress my breasts, I slip a finger inside of me. I drive it deep, biting my bottom lip so hard, I’m afraid I’m going to draw blood. But it feels too good to stop, and so I slide a second one in. I grind myself down on my fingers, taking them deep within me as I picture Derek’s face above mine. He’s bracing himself on his arms, his lips scant inches from mine as he thrusts himself deep into my opening.
I groan and shudder with pleasure as our bodies move in a slow, hard rhythm with each other and as I pump my fingers into my wetness, visualizing Derek fucking me. In my mind, his cock is thick and long, filling me up completely. He plunges himself into my depths, touching off explosions of pleasure that rock my entire body.
“Derek,” I moan softly. “Yes, baby. Yes.”
Thrusting my fingers into my slick opening, I slide my other hand down and thrum my clit, sending shockwaves of intense sensation through me. The scene in my mind switches and I’m on top of him. His hands are on my hips, guiding me as I rise and fall on his thick staff. I throw my head back and cry out as he raises himself up and drives his cock into me. I feel his hands on my breasts, squeezing and kneading them, pinching my nipples, making me shiver deliciously.
My breath is shallow and ragged, and my pulse is racing as I grind and writhe on my bed. Both of my hands are working in unison, my two fingers plumbing my depths and the other grinding my clit. In my fantasy, I’m riding Derek harder, feeling him sliding deeper inside of me than any man has been before. My every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire as I rock back and forth, pressing my head back on the pillow hard.
The pressure is building up low within me and my body is tightening. I feel myself rushing toward the crescendo and my entire body is vibrating. My heart is beating so hard, I’m half-afraid it’s going to burst out of my chest altogether, but the ecstasy that’s coursing through me is so sharp and intense, it spurs me on.
I thrust my fingers into my pussy harder and faster, bringing myself ever closer to that precipice. In my mind’s eye, Derek has me on my belly, and he’s mounted me from behind. He’s slamming his thick staff into me again and again, moaning my name as he does. I raise my hips off the bed and impale myself even harder, grinding my fingers against my clit as the muscles in my body all clench as one.
I clamp my mouth shut as my orgasm comes crashing down over me, pulling me deep beneath the waves of bliss. My body shakes wildly and my heart stutters drunkenly in my chest. Squeezing my eyes shut, I ride out the waves of rhapsody that wash over me.
Slowly, my euphoria fades, but my body continues to vibrate with the echo of my orgasm. I take several deep breaths, trying to regain my composure as I slide my hands out of my yoga pants. The smile on my face stretches from ear to ear as I revel in the sensations that continue to pulse within me.
The vision of Derek’s eyes lingers in my mind, and in that moment, I would give almost anything to see that hazel gaze above me as I felt him moving inside of me. Like, literally give almost anything. And on the heels of that thought comes another: knowing he’s here in Blue Rock could be a very dangerous thing for me.
But it could also be amazing.
Chapter Seven
Spyder
The sky is overcast, the day is cool, and it feels like there’s rain coming in soon. There’s moisture and a heavier salty scent blowing in off the ocean than normal. It’s usually only like that before we get a storm rolling through. But, like the post office, neither rain, snow, sleet, nor murderous drug cartel is going to stop us from carrying on the business at hand. And right now, that business is waiting for us.
Our bikes rumble down the road to the parking lot of the old, derelict warehouse—our usual meeting spot with Montezuma’s Warriors, an MC from the Central Valley we’ve been doing business with for years. Cosmo and I park our bikes and cut the engines as our follow van pulls in behind us. I pull off my helmet and stuff my gloves into it, then hang it on the handlebar.
