Chapter 21

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Penelope was so shocked, she was silent for the whole journey. Thoughts whirled around her head until she couldn't pick one from another. Well, that answered that, anyway. He wasn't going all the way back to when they were 'just' friends, he was reverting to the Derek he'd been when they'd been together...the sexy, controlling, dominant alpha male that she couldn't resist even if she wanted to.

She glanced at his handsome, furious face and felt the moisture gathering in her core. Gods but she'd missed him so much. The whole time they'd been apart, she'd felt as if her heart was turning to ash right there in her chest, all of the lights in her life had dimmed.

She needed him. She couldn't get away from that. What the hell was she doing to the both of them? They couldn't stay away from each other for all of the stars in the galaxy. The only time she felt whole was when she had him. She couldn't throw that away. Her decision had already been made...she would go back to him, she would love him with all of her heart and trust him with her entire being, because she knew deep down he'd never do anything to jeopardise what they had.

He pulled into the driveway and turned the engine off, his hands gripping the steering wheel for a full minute before he turned to look at her and let out a deep breath. Neither of them said anything as he leaned over and released her seat belt, before gripping her waist and pulling her into his lap, their mouths meeting furiously.

Penelope gripped onto the muscles in his upper arms, moaning into his warm mouth and grinding her hips against his. He slid a hand into her hair, pulling it gently to move her head to where he wanted it, the other hand sliding up her waist to grip her breast through her dress.

He yanked his mouth away from hers and ravished her neck with wet kisses, making her arch her back, her eyes drifting shut in bliss. Finally, after what seemed like forever, his wonderous mouth sought out a nipple through the thin fabric, sucking it tightly.

'Ohhhh, goooddd, Derek! Ohhhhh!'

She almost came right there, grinding against his arousal. She'd almost forgotten where they were, until he pushed her dress up to her waist and she heard the hiss of his zipper.

She leaned back, suddenly self-conscious. 'D-Derek...we're in the middle of the street. We should go -'

He lifted his index finger to her lips, shushing her. 'I haven't had you in weeks, baby. I want you here. Now. Don't disobey me.'

She nodded obediently and he smirked in satisfaction as he pulled her down onto his straining cock, unable to hold back a groan of pleasure as she sank down onto him.

'Ummm, fuck, princess, you're so tight.'

She moaned in agreement, trying to hold onto some shred of control and failing when he lifted her and pulled her back down onto him hard. She felt so full, so pleasured, her release hit her like a freight train, making her arch and keen as she came over and over again.

He wanted to make this last forever, but it had been too long since he'd been inside of her, and it felt too damn good. He arched his hips, clutching her close to his chest as she collapsed against him.

'Ohhh, fuckkkk, baby girl!'

For the next few minutes, the cuddled in silence. She had silent tears rolling down her cheeks as he kissed her hair.

'Baby, why are you crying?'

She sniffed and gripped him tighter. 'I'm just-I'm sorry, handsome. I'm so sorry for leaving you. I'm sorry for not believing in you...in us, enough. I know that you'd never cheat, you'd never hurt me like that. I've wasted all of this time...you could have been killed! You wanted to be dead! All because I couldn't get over my insecurities. I just-I love you so fucking much.'

He brought his lips down to hers and melded their mouths together, leisurely taking the time to explore her wonderful mouth. Finally pulling away, he opened the car door and put her gently down, before following her out.

'I love you too sweetheart. So much. But you can't ever do this to me again. I told you once, I'm only going to tell you one more time. I refuse to live without you. I won't let you leave me again. You're always going to belong to me.' The last sentence came out as a growl, although she knew it wasn't in anger but in possessiveness.

She nodded meekly and followed him into the house. He slammed the door closed behind them and smiled wolfishly at her. 'And baby girl, you will be sorry.'

She shivered in anticipation, melting against him and giving herself up to his will.

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Hours later, they were finally sated, at least for the minute. Derek was lying on his back, the sheet around his waist, one hand possessively around her waist, gripping her to him, the other underneath his head. She could resist no longer, pulling herself up to admire his sleeping form. By the heavens, he was handsome. A real, live, breathing God.

She lovingly ran her hand over his forehead, whispering as quietly as she could, 'I love you, lover boy. I'll never run from you, not ever again.'

Shifting again, she leaned over him and pressed her lips against his gently, revelling in the feel of them so soft and warm against hers.

She pulled away, stunned to find his eyes staring deep into hers. Obviously, she hadn't been as quiet as she'd thought.

She smiled softly at him, watching his eyes change from chocolatey brown to almost black, fire igniting in their depths in arousal.

He smiled gently back at her and cupped her jaw, pulled her towards him and meeting her lips in a deep, loving, passionate kiss. Jesus, he couldn't get enough of her...not that she was complaining. He rolled her underneath him and entered her in one smooth thrust.

They groaned together, moving slowly, gently, as one. It was a slow build up to climax, but when it came, they both saw stars, before collapsing back onto the mattress.

He clutched her close to him, dropping a sweet kiss on her lips. She smiled contentedly and relaxed against him, relishing his warmth...at least until he spoke again.

'Are you going to tell me?'

She froze, looking up at him nervously. 'Um, tell you what?'

He chuckled, shaking his head. 'Oh, sweetness, I know you better than anyone else. There's something...off. Something different about you. At the bar, you were drinking fruit juice with an umbrella in it. No sex on the beach, mama?'

She sat bolt upright, clutching the sheet against her for protection as she mumbled something so quietly he couldn't hear it at all. He sat up next to her and leaned closer, gently pulling her head around to face him. 'Penelope, look at me. I love you. I always have and I always will. Whatever it is, we'll get through it together. I promise. What is it? Are you ill?'

She breathed deeply, fiddling with her fingers. 'I-um, I'm...I'm pregnant, Derek. We-we're having a baby.'