Page 37 of Lovewell Lane (Honeyfield Dreamers #1)

Margo

I waited on the couch while Derek did bedtime with Tessa. We explained to her that I was only staying at their house for a couple of days because my mother was in town. Tessa was very interested in the fact that I had a mother and that she was visiting.

“Where was she before your mom came here?” she asked me.

“Oh, she was in Spain I think. She likes traveling.”

“Did you miss her?”

Not at all. “I don’t see her very often, so I didn’t really notice.”

Tessa furrowed her brow at that and leaned closer. “My Mom didn’t like it here, so she left.”

“Oh,” I said. I looked around to see if Derek was back from his work call.

He’d had a lot of those lately, and I could see on his face that he was exhausted from all of the extra work of preparing for the Honey Festival.

I didn’t have to do much to prepare for my baked goods stand, but Weston Farms supplied all of the stalls and structural framework for the Festival. It was a lot to put together.

“And Daddy’s Mom died,” Tessa added solemnly.

“Yes, that’s very sad,” I said. Not quite sure what to say.

“Sienna’s Mom is very nice, though. She lets us watch cartoons and we can have as much juice as we want.”

“Lila is very nice,” I agreed. “I think Moms come in all different forms. Sometimes they’re silly and fun, others are serious and mean. It just depends on the Mom.”

Tessa nodded again. Her little hand moved to rest on my knee. “I wish you were my Mom. You make being a grown up look like fun. You wear braids and colorful dresses. I want to be like that when I grow up.”

My eyes widened as I stared straight forward. Trying to think of a response before Tessa looked at me and saw the shock on my face. “That’s really kind, Tessa. I love spending time with you, too.”

Derek slid open the glass door and walked back inside, right on cue.

He saw my face first. “Everything okay?”

I nodded. “Just talking about my Mom.”

“Ah,” he said. That must have explained it enough because he walked in to sit next to us on the couch and quickly changed the subject.

I had spent all day entertaining my mother.

I woke her up early in the morning to open the diner with me.

She quickly got bored of that by the time breakfast was over, so I took a few hours off at lunch to walk her around town.

She was disappointed at how little there was to see, so I pawned her off on Slick when he walked into Lucky’s that afternoon.

He seemed pleased to have some company, and my mom was out of my hands, which was all I cared about.

It did cross my mind that she would come onto him, but I immediately gagged at the thought and resigned myself to the fact that he wasn’t her type.

The lights were low in the house. Tessa, Derek, and I watched a movie before her bedtime.

I made sure Mom got back to the guest house okay after dinner and immediately ran back to hide in Derek’s house.

The less I had to be around her, the better.

Eventually, she’d get bored and leave town of her own accord.

While I waited for Derek to come back downstairs, I debated telling him about what Tessa said.

To distract myself, I scrolled through the emails on my phone, rereading the same paragraph three times.

Nothing stuck. The to-do list in my head was too long to even comprehend.

In between entertaining my mom, I also managed to put up flyers while printing extras for others in town to spread around in surrounding areas.

The mayor mentioned ticket sales had picked up, but he didn’t seem too happy about it, so I guessed we weren’t out of hot water yet.

With my Mom in town on top of all of the Honey Festival chaos, it was starting to feel like the universe was actively conspiring against me.

I was researching the ads Scarlet suggested we put out online for the Festival when Derek stepped into the room.

He leaned in the doorway, quiet and unreadable. Tessa’s door clicked shut behind him. His sleeves were rolled up, the edge of a smile ghosting his lips, but there was something else in his eyes. Something slow and deliberate.

“You okay?” he asked.

“No,” I said, too quickly. “Everything’s on fire.”

He raised a brow. “Literal or metaphorical?”

“Both.” I set my phone down. “The mayor is still worried about ticket sales, my mother is still living in my house, and I still haven’t figured out how to reach more–”

He walked over slowly. Not interrupting, not rushing. Just closing the space between us like he’d already made up his mind about something.

“---people that would be willing to go. The mayor hasn’t given us any spending power to advertise the Festival, so—”

He leaned down and kissed my neck.

My words caught in my throat. I let out a soft exhale. His mouth pressed right below my jaw, slow and firm. It was purposeful.

“Derek.”

“I’m listening,” he murmured. “Keep going.”

But I couldn’t. My mouth was still halfway open, and nothing came out. Because now his hands were on my hips and he was lowering himself, slow and steady, until he was on his knees in front of me.

Looking up at me like he wanted every part of me.

“I said keep talking,” he repeated. And this time it wasn’t teasing. It was an order. Challenging. Like he was daring me to disobey.

“Scarlet is starting to promote it on soc—”

His hands slid under my shirt, fingers splaying over my waist, like he needed to memorize me. I threaded my fingers through his hair, tugging him closer.

“Good girl,” he said as I continued talking.

My breath caught in my chest. “Fuck, don’t do that.”

“You like hearing that, don’t you? That you’re doing a good job?” Derek teased. “You work so hard. Is that why? You want me to tell you so?”

His hand lifted up to push the hair out of my face. His gaze trailed down from my eyes all the way to my hips where his other hand rested. “I asked you a question, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” I blurted. I would agree to anything if he kept calling me that in his gravelly voice. My face felt so hot, I was delirious. I’d say whatever he wanted to keep him talking to me in those warm approving murmurs.

His hands fumbled with the button on my jeans before he leaned in and caught my zipper with his teeth.

I watched with bated breath as he slowly pulled down the zipper with his mouth, suddenly feeling his hot breath right where I wanted him.

He gripped my hips only to yank me further down on the couch.

I melted into his arms until I was in his lap on the floor.

His hips rolled up into me. He was hot, so hot that I felt every inch of him burning against my skin.

My hands flew to hold onto his shoulders as he rolled his hips again. I bit down on my hand to muffle a moan as the fabric of his sweats grinded against my clit. Even through the fabric of our clothing, I could feel everything. He fit perfectly against me.

My legs tensed where they straddled his thighs. I slid against him in an effort to get him to grind faster. His hands flexed on my hips and kept me pinned right where I was. He refused to give up any control to me.

“Slow, remember,” he whispered in my ear. He nipped at my earlobe. “You wanted to take things slow.”

“I think we’re past that,” I breathed out.

He continued dragging my hips slowly against him. I let out little gasps as he pulled me down harder. All I could do was move with him, chasing the pressure against my clit.

Derek stuttered as I moved harder against him. He looked down at his sweats and squeezed his eyes shut before letting out a sweet moan. I followed his line of vision to see that I’d left a damp spot on his sweats.

“Fuck,” he exhaled. One of his hands shot up to smooth down my spine all the way to grip my ass. It looked like he was doing it to calm himself down more than anything.

“That’s it. You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned. “Making such a mess.”

I let out a yelp of embarrassment as he lifted me and carried me to his bedroom.

My hips kept chasing his as he walked us from the living room to his bed.

I needed him closer. Wanted him to tell me he was mine and I was his and that everything would be okay.

He pushed us both to lay on the bed with him on top of me.

He pulled back for what felt like a second to pull down his sweats and reached his arm behind his back to pull his t-shirt over his head. I watched him hungrily. This was the sexiest show I’d ever gotten, and I knew for a fact he wasn’t even trying.

He was big. Not just in length, but he was thick too. I stared at him while I wondered how the fuck that was going to fit.

Derek watched my face as I stared at him. He laughed. “Like what you see?”

I could barely hear him, still focused on the sheer size of him. He grabbed my knee to pull me closer to the edge of the bed. Suddenly, I snapped back to reality and started pulling my shirt over my head.

Derek smiled down at me as I rushed to get undressed. He slowed my hurried movements by stopping my hands with his own and pulling off my bra and panties for me.

“Look at you,” he murmured breathlessly. Dragging the head of his cock against me, he smeared my own wetness around.

My head fell back to the bed. I was delirious with his teasing. “Please, Derek. I want you. I can’t wait any longer.”

He grabbed my hips, pulling me closer again until we were pressed against each other. Spreading my legs wider, he fit himself between my thighs and grinded his cock against me.

A choked moan escaped me as he pushed against me. It was impossibly hotter without any clothes separating us. The obscene sound of him slapping his cock on me made me jolt. He dragged himself over me, getting himself wet as I watched his jaw tighten.

He continued rocking between my thighs slowly until I felt like I was going to break. My hands were fisted in the sheets as he played with me with a smile.

“Derek, please,” I whined. “I want you inside of me. Fuck me.”

He caught my gaze and smiled wider. He was having fun. He leaned down so that our bodies were pressed against one another. Then he pressed against me again, his cock sinking inside of me.

The stretch made me moan a little too loud. Derek pushed a hand against my mouth and stopped moving until I composed myself. “You okay?”

I nodded frantically. “Keep moving,” I begged.

My thighs trembled, spread wide open for him, as much as they possibly could. His hands which had remained firmly on my waist moved. One hand went to circle my clit and I couldn’t take it. I hid my face in his neck as my mouth gaped open at the feeling.

He exhaled through his nose slowly, pushing inside of me as slowly as humanly possible. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Every inch of him pushed me closer and closer to the edge. He hadn’t even started moving yet, but him rubbing at my clit and stretching me out was driving me crazy.

He bottomed out and waited until I pushed at his chest. “Move, please,” I said. My voice sounded as wrecked as I felt.

My lips parted to let out a string of moans as he continued rolling his hips against mine. He started out slow, but his thrusts only got more and more steady the louder I got. My hands grasped at whatever part of him I could reach.

“Derek,” I cried. My thighs closed around his hips as I pulled him closer to me with every part of my body.

“That’s it, baby. Are you gonna cum on my cock?”

I let out another moan as he continued rocking into me. Every thrust hit that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes. I watched him glance down where we met and his eyes nearly rolled at the sight.

He buried his face in my hair and fucked into me harder. “I’m gonna cum, Margo.”

“Please,” I begged. “Cum in me.”

His breathing stuttered as he did as I asked. I wasn’t far behind him, my hips had a mind of their own as I chased my high. We were both damp with exertion as Derek pulled out of me and rolled over to pull me on top of him.

“Fuck,” he said.

I laughed and hid my face from him. “Yeah, fuck.”

He looked at me like I was the sun. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this. But I’d do it all again a million times over if this is how it turns out.”