AN: My computer has been out! I'm sorry! But I'm back!

Chapter 4

Derek watched Casey pace around the living room, rolling his eyes at how anxious she was acting. "Calm down, Space-Case."

"You're real great at reassuring people," she spoke up, stopping her pacing so she could face him with her arms crossed across her chest.

Derek chuckled and took both of Casey's hands in his own. "You know that they won't be home for another hour or two," he reminded her. "I wanna show you something."

Casey looked at him skeptically before deciding to trust and follow the brunet upstairs to his... bedroom? "What are we doing in here?" she questioned, though she had a feeling that she already knew and didn't need to ask.

"You need to relax," was all he answered with before tugging off his shirt.

Casey's eyes widened. She'd never noticed how muscular Derek actually was. But not disgustingly so. He was the perfect type of fit. Obviously from hockey.

"I can see you can't take your eyes off of me... So do I have to undress you or can you do that yourself?" He was answered with her own shirt being removed. Oh... That dancing definitely was good for something...

Casey wore a smirk that was quite identical to Derek's. "Well?"

"You're... beautiful," he finally spoke up before practically pouncing on her and laying her down on his bed, attacking her neck with kisses and earning multiple moans - especially when he began to suck on her skin. The young male felt her begin to undo his jeans. Almost like an expert. But he pushed that thought out of his head and focused on the now.

Casey tugged down his jeans and boxers simultaneously before beginning to work off her yoga pants. Though she was stopped by Derek's large hands taking her small ones to give himself the opportunity to undress her. The brunette watched with hungry eyes as he pulled down her pants before his lips were on hers. Her fingers found their way into his already-unruly brown locks. Her tongue slithered into his mouth, dancing with his as if they did this every night. Though a part of her had a feeling that this would be happening every night if things continued going at this rate.

Derek pulled away from the lip-lock reluctantly; though there was still work to be done. There were two pieces of clothing that needed to be taken care of. He reached around to undo her bra and toss it to the side, then began to kiss down her chest, sucking on and nipping at each of her nipples while receiving approving moans, before kissing lower to tug her panties down with his teeth. It was quite obvious that he'd done this before; many times, indeed. But that wasn't important at the moment. And it was common knowledge, anyway. The brunet was about to stick his tongue into Casey's cunt, though was surprisingly stopped.

"I want you... all of you... now," she practically demanded, though in a soft tone. But it didn't take much thought as he immediately obliged to her request.

Derek reached into his dresser, fumbling around and underneath his clothes to find his hidden box of condoms, relieved that Casey didn't comment on the fact that he had condoms at the ready. He ripped open the package with his teeth and slid the protection onto his hard cock. The head of his dick rubbed against her opening as he glanced down at her. "Ready, baby?" he whispered, receiving a silent nod in response. Full silence filled the room... Until he pushed into her.

Casey moaned loudly, unable to help herself, as she wrapped her legs around Derek's waist.

"You're so fucking tight," he grunted, pounding into her once the two had adjusted to one another.

The headboard hitting the wall didn't bother either of them. Hell, they could barely hear it above their own moans.

Another thing they didn't hear was the front door opening.

"C'mon, Marti. Let's get you up to your room so you can lay down," George spoke up. They'd expected to be out much longer. But, unfortunately, Marti had gotten sick at dinner. The only blond of the home went upstairs with the little girl in his arms, though stopped in his tracks when he heard the banging and the moans to go along with it. He quickly ran downstairs with a sleeping Marti in his arms (thank God) and handed her to Nora.

"Honey, what is it?" the woman questioned worriedly, though didn't receive a response.

George was already running back upstairs.

"Der-ek!" Casey shouted out in pleasure right before the door burst open.

"What the fuck?!" George demanded, Lizzie and Edwin peeking behind him.

Lizzie smirked and looked over to Edwin who seemed defeated. "Ten bucks," she told him plainly, holding out her hand.

Kids know everything.