Chapter Twenty
Disclaimer: I do not own DP
AN: Hello all, hope you are enjoying the chapters! Work has been kicking my ass so I'm trying to write a little bit each day.
Anywho, I tried something different with the format
Previously...
"Oh how I missed baths," I sank down until the water was shoulder height, and closed my eyes. I heard and felt Derek step into the water, the water lightly splashing against my body which was quickly replaced with his body. His lips met my neck and kissed, nibbling lightly, sending electricity throughout my body .His touch seemed to be the only thing capable of cooling the blazing heat that he seemed to cause.
"Read for round two?" He whispered.
Week Fifty
CPOV
I dipped my foot into the calm water flowing towards the rocks, about half a mile further back from the waterfall. I lowered my aching body further into the cold water, it was a shock to my sore bits, but necessary. Every day for the past three weeks we have been going at it, sometimes three times a day.
I'm not complaining, Derek's taught me more about my body than the years of being in and out of the hospital did. I felt more confident in the cues and what I needed from him to feel good, and different positions to prevent cramps.
The birds above chirped to one another, the songs traveling from one tree to the other. There was a nest of colorful finches on the tree to my left, chirping for their mother to come back with food. Their bright red heads caught my attention as they danced in their nest, they had a blue body with a red head.
There were many bright and colorful birds on the island, my favorites were tied between the parrots and the finches. The quails were of course one of the more interesting sounds on the island, better than the cars and angry people back home.
I stretched out my sore legs, feeling the ache spread from my knees to my inner hips. I had a trail of bruises on my thighs to my ass from his firm grasps. I shuddered at the memories that flew back, the feeling of his hands traveling all over my body, the taste of his lips as he grunted faster and faster.
"What the fuck," I whispered, I looked down at my arms all of the hair raised along with goosebumps. Taking a break was sounding impossible at the moment, my body craved him the more time I spent away from him. Was he feeling this or was I just becoming clingy? I sat down into the river, the slimy rocks greeting my tender thighs and tried my best to get comfortable.
The steady flow of water felt relaxing and cool against my back, sending more shivers up my spine. I took a deep breath and focused on the animals around me, the birds seemed to be overpowering everything else. There was one that sounded like it was getting closer to me, it sounded in despair.
My eyes shot open and scanned the banks of the water, it was lower to the ground than the others. I stood up and stepped over the big rocks covering the edge of the water, the closer I got the more desperate the cries became, they sounded frail.
One bush along the river started to move, the screeching louder than before. I pushed the leaves away to see a baby bird struggling against a snake. I squealed and stepped on the snake, close to its head to prevent biting but not hard enough to hurt it.
I swooped the baby bird up in one hand and quickly dashed back into the water. Once I was at a safe distance from the snake I gave the bird a further inspection. One of its wings was bleeding, it barely looked to be a day old. Where was its mom? I squatted down back into the water and gently placed the bird in between my legs.
"Oh, you're a duck!" I exclaimed as I noticed its webbed feet, it peeped back at me as if agreeing with me. I dipped some water on its injured wing and winced at the squeal it let out. It wiggled back and forth in my hands trying its best to escape from my grasp.
"I'm sorry it has to be cleaned out, I have to also see how bad it is." I giggled, I was starting to sound like Derek. I straightened up at the thought of him, maybe he could help the duck, he's a lot better at the whole first aid stuff anyway.
I scooped the duck back up and made my way down the cave, I quickly found Derek sitting by the fire poking the smoldering coal. The duck started peeping as soon as I entered the darkened caves, but Derek didn't seem phased by it. He was lost in his own world, lost in who knows what kind of thoughts.
"Whatcha got there?" He asked looking back at me, he looked drained.
"I found an injured duck, I couldn't just leave it there to get eaten or die." He stood up and inspected the bird in my hand, his face was unreadable, as usual. His presence was enough to stir the butterflies in my belly, the duck squirmed in my hands trying its best to shrink away from Derek.
"It looks like a puncture, not too bad. But I guess you can't just leave it on it's own, the mom is probably long gone by now."
"So we can keep it?" I gave him my best puppy dog eyes.
"Yeah, it can stay in the cave, and I guess you'll have to be it's mom for a bit."
"How will i be it's mom?" I looked down at the yellow and brown bird, its eyes watching me intensely.
"Teach it that water is okay, how to forage and I guess how to survive." He shrugged and looked down at the slow building fire. "Whatcha gonna name it?" he asked as I placed the duck onto the ground, it peeped and started treating the injured wing.
I watched closely looking for name inspiration, the brown dots along its face were striking and I wasn't sure of the gender.
"Mmm, I'm thinking of Dotty, it seems to fit it, with the dots along their face." I smiled over at Derek, his eyes hinting with something I've seen before and I felt my face start to flush. He quickly strode to the other side of the room and gathered some of the spare leaves. He placed them beside the logs and layered them to make a tiny bed.
"Here's a little bed for it for now, it'll probably eat some of the leaves, but two birds with one stone I guess." I scooted the duck onto the leaves and watched as it got comfortable, it tucked its head under its tiny wing. The fear it expressed earlier seemed to have disappeared and was replaced with sleepiness.
"It's been a long day," I whispered and scooted some berries onto the leaves for when it woke up. Derek held out his hand and I grabbed it allowing my body to be wrapped into his embrace, the aching I felt earlier quickly pushed aside for the heat in the middle of my stomach.
"Too long, and it's not even close to being over." Derek grumbled into the crook of my neck, sending waves of shivers down my spine. I felt my face flush at the memory of me trying to go down on him, it wasn't nearly as smooth as it was when he did it to me.
I was so too eager to make him feel pleasure that I gagged and nearly threw up all over him. I was mortified but Derek didn't seem to mind. He just laughed and hugged me, claiming it wasn't out of the ordinary for that to happen. The bellow of his laughter echoing off the walls seemed to have the same comfort as his touch, it was so rare when we first met.
His traveling lips brought me back to the present, his teeth nibbling at the curve of my jaw. I shuddered in delight and turned slightly to meet his lips, the heat in between my legs flared as he moaned my name. He scooped me up and walked us into the bedroom.
DPOV
I placed Chloe down onto the bed and gazed at her beautiful body, the curves of her hips, the small freckles along her side that looked similar to the phoenix constellation. The scar that traveled from her navel to her mound greeting, all of it was magnificent to me. It showed the pain she went through and survived, the life she lived before this mess.
I kissed her lips and nibbled on the plump bottom one, smiling as she moaned. Her hips wiggled below me, anticipating for what's to come, but she'll have to wait. I felt her hands slip my shorts off, her underwear were also quickly discarded.
I laid my body on top of hers pushing my erection against her mound. I heard her gasp as my teeth found one of her nipples, I teased her taking my time wanting to taste her, every last inch of her.
My hands explored blindly as the feeling of the heat radiated on to my hard on tempting me. She tastes like air, air when I've been underwater my whole life. My lips find the curve of her breasts and I bite hard, not too hard but enough to make her squirm. Her hand found my member and squeezed tightly, I groaned against the familiar grasp and tried my best not to thrust.
"Quit… teasing me." She breathed and arched her hips up crushing her hand in between our bodies. Her breathing was fast and shallow as she scooted out from under me, I followed as she pushed me down and straddled my knees.
"Sorry," I chuckled and traced the bite mark I had left, small but bright. Her hair fell before her face as she attempted to hide her blush. Her hands found my dick once again as she lowered her head closer.
"Ohshit-" I sputtered as her mouth wrapped around the tip and sucked lightly. My hands wrapped around her shoulder in a way to keep myself grounded as her hands squeezed the lower shaft while her mouth worked the tip.
I was taken aback at how smooth she had become at this in the past couple weeks, her first attempts ended up with vomit on my dick. I stifled a chuckle as the memories came back, her face was so full of shock and embarrassment.
I jumped in surprise as her only free hand fondled my balls, massaging gently as her other hand and mouth kept at the same pace. I felt the familiar build up of pressure in my groin area, I was close but I didn't want this to end so soon.
I sat up straighter pulling her attention away from my dick momentarily. My lips connected with hers in a flurry of lust. She didn't break contact as she moved up so she was straddling my throbbing member.
We both gasped as she swallowed me in, her hands slapped against my chest when I thrusted to the base of my dick. She adjusted quickly and pushed her ass back creating more of a tighter angle.
"Derek-" She whimpered into my lips, her insides clenched tighter as I neared her entrance then plunged back in.
Her small breasts bouncing above, her hair falling over her shoulder and swayed across my face. I pushed it aside to get a clearer look at her face, her eyes closed her mouth opened in a slight "O"
Her hips wiggled on top of me, her walls clenching me tighter as she climaxed, her nails dug into my chest and I embraced the sting. Her moans were more confident than our first time, loud and echoing off of the cave walls.I smiled and pumped my seed deep into her, holding her hips in place, the throbbing from her milking every last drop from me.
Chloe's giggling woke me up, she laid beside me still naked and fast asleep. She was most likely sleep talking again. I watched her chest rise and fall as she mumbled something incoherent. Her smooth skin glowed in the small light available peeking in from the middle cave, where I could faintly hear Dotty chirping.
A soft bubble in my chest rose; it felt like pride and something I haven't felt for anyone ever, excluding family. At first I thought maybe it was because she was the only other female on the island that wasn't related to me in any way possible. Chloe was breathtaking from the moment I saw her on the plane, of course I thought she was too young for me and I was to be married. So I ignored it. But the more she got hurt and the more I got to know her I realized that this is what love was supposed to be like.
Chloe was too innocent and pure for the world she came from and all the shit she had to go we got off this island I didn't want to drag her into my life before this. A big part of me wanted to be selfish and keep her here all to myself even if there was a possible way off this island. Would I take it?
This question has been in the back of my mind a lot lately. I felt safe and more content in our situation than I did when we were in the tents. Finding food wasn't an issue anymore, and Chloe was getting better at forging on her own. Life on the island wasn't sounding too bad, but the fact that Liam's body being washed up was still bugging me.
Lauren's POV Manhattan, NY
I tossed and turned all night, and every night for the past two days. I shot up when a full blown contraction hit. "Oh shit." I muttered and turned so my feet dangled off the bed, I flicked the light on and took a deep breath.
"You got this Lauren, you can do this." I whispered as I waddled to the bathroom. My image in the mirror caught my attention. I looked like a swollen penguin with my belly stretched to its full capacity and my hair sticking out in every direction. I let out a slap silly giggle and then got to work at making myself look somewhat put together.
First it was a shower, the hot water helped with the building pressure on my lower back. I tried my best to clean my body with the amount of contractions I was getting. I shakily stepped out of the shower and wrapped my bathrobe around me.
As I was brushing out a knot another contraction hit, this one took my breath away and it was impossible to breathe through it. I dropped the brush and waddled to my phone and dialed Steve, it was automatic and I didn't realize I was doing it until he answered.
"Lauren? It's three in the morning." He mumbled groggily.
"I don't think this baby gives two shits about the time." I grunted through another contraction, I took a deep breath and continued. "I can't do this alone, Steve." I winced as another wave hit, I heard shuffling on the other side of the phone.
"I'll meet you in the lobby, do you have your bags packed?" He huffed as he was probably getting dressed while talking. I looked at the bags I packed the day earlier even though he told me weeks to do it. Better late than never I guess.
"Yeah, they're packed. What lobby were you talking about exactly?"
"Your condo lobby, I'll explain later. See you in five." He rambled and hung up. I took another deep breath and rubbed my belly before standing back up.
"Ready baby?" I smiled as he kicked and headed down to the lobby.
The past four hours have been a drug induced blur, Steve drove me to the Hospital and I was quickly admitted and given an epidural. The baby wanted out and I was on the same boat as him. It wasn't long until I was told to push and then he was out.
"Time of birth is 7:04 am." A doctor exclaimed as he held my baby above my legs. I cried in joy as he was placed onto my chest, his small limbs flailing about until my finger held onto one of his hands.
"Dad, do you want to cut the cord?" The nurse asked Steve as she handed him the scissors.
"It's uncle." He chuckled as he looked over at me and I shrugged, I didn't have a preference, he just witnessed me give birth.
I watched as the nurses cleaned the baby off, weighted and measured then swaddled in a blanket. Six pounds and five ounces, measuring at twenty inches. He was quickly back in my arms and I took the time to really look at him, he had a full head of dark hair, a small button nose and long beautiful eyelashes.
"Welcome to the world Benjamin." I whispered and kissed his tiny cheek. I looked up when I heard a soft knock, Steve stood at the door with a Burger king bag in his hand. I smiled and nodded him in, he knew my weak spots.
"Have an appetite?" He asked as he placed the bag onto the table beside me, the burger's tasty smell wafted from the bag and I felt my stomach rumble. I nodded and looked down at the now sleeping baby, it must've been a long day for him.
"Wanna hold him while I eat?" I asked. We switched bundles and I was quickly filling my angry stomach.
"Funny, he kind of looks like Jimmy already." Steve joked.
"We can only pray he doesn't inherit the same attitude." I mumbled between bites. I watched Steve as he looked at Benjamin, I saw sadness and pride at the same time.
"Whatcha thinking about?"
"The last time I held a baby this small was Chloe, and Jenny was in your spot. She seemed to know what to do, and was so happy to finally have the baby she desperately wanted. I was terrified, Chlo was so small and I felt like one wrong move and she'd just break."
"I miss them terribly." I whispered, Steve didn't have to verbally say anything for me to know he felt the same. I watched as he took out his phone and snapped a pic of Benjamin and smiled.
"For safe keepings." He said as he tucked the phone back into his pocket, Benjamin started to fuss in his arms. "He's probably hungry, and I should head in to work for a bit at least." He stood and handed the baby to me, I thanked him for being by my side when he really didn't have to. Then he left and it was just Benjamin and I.
Jimmy's POV Long Island, NY
As I rushed into the deserted elevator my phone rang, Steve Saunders name read on my phone screen. What did he want?
"This is Jimmy." I answered.
"Jimmy, it's Steve Saunders, just wanted to clue you in on the birth of your son." His tone was flat and he seemed to be annoyed with me and how could I blame him.
"How is he? How's Lauren?" I asked before I could register what I was saying.
"You could come down here and see for yourself, but they're doing fine." He muttered.
"I don't have time to travel to Manhattan, I also doubt Lauren would want to see me." I rambled as I pressed the button of the floor I needed to go to.
"Don't make the same fuck ups I did, kid."
"Too late Steve," I chuckled, "I already knocked up a Fellows chick." I said before hanging up. I had to clear my mind before entering the lion's den. I shook my limbs and took several deep breaths when my phone buzzed, a text from Steve. It was a picture of him holding a baby, which I assume is my son. I growled and locked my phone, shoved it into my pocket and stepped off the elevator.
I couldn't get both of them involved in this business. Them knowing I have a kid out there was another thing they could hold over my head and it wasn't something I would risk again. I tried to steady myself before I knocked on the office door.
"Enter!" A bellowing voice hollered from behind the door. My stomach churned as I swung the door open, another meeting about the missing plane.
"Good evening Sir, sorry for being late, there was an accident on the freeway." I rambled and straightened my tie.
"I do not care, sit down before I lose my patience." The graying hair man grumbled as he sorted the papers on his desk. Marcel Davidoff had been my boss for the past five years, and I was in deeper than I liked. He has been going berserk since Samantha found out about the plane crash, of course she didn't know he planned for it to happen. Her boy toy had been on the plane, also there to kill the soon to be son in law, but shit hit the fan when it crashed and he died.
"We found the Island Liam had been messaging about, we lost contact with him weeks ago, and I fear the boy found him." Marcel frowned and ran a hand through his thinning hair. "Sam has been very insistent that I find Derek, dead or alive and make him pay." He mumbled under his breath.
"Sir?" I asked as his eyes started to gaze over as he looked at nothing.
"Yes, Jimmy, we need you to grab the boy and bring him back here. I do not care about the girl, do what you please with her. But the boy, he must be alive." His eyes flickered with rage. The knot in my stomach twisting tighter.
"You're going to kill him?"
"Yes most likely, but I'm sure Sam would like a few more words with him." He exclaimed and gave me a toothy grin.
"Why can't you leave them on the island? You know where they are, they can't go anywhere so why do you want him back here if you're just going to kill him?"
"Can you do the job or not? I can call on others if you're going to question me." Marcel sipped his margarentia and winced. "He hurt my baby and for that he has debt with me, question me again and you'll be added to the list." He nodded to the black notebook sitting on his desk, the list of people he blacklisted from all types of things.
I sighed and nodded my head in agreement, it was either me and the kid or just the kid dead. Marcel claps his hands and slides a packet of papers closer to me.
"Sign this and you'll be leaving next week!" He chuckled and shooed me out of the room once I signed the pointless contract. I knew the consequences if I didn't oblige it meant death. I looked down at the packet of information he had handed me, a small picture of the Souza kid was clipped to the corner. He was tall and looked like he could whoop anyone's ass, no wonder they tried to bring him in and I don't blame him for trying to leave.
I hurried back down to my apartment and fumed in the kitchen. What the fuck do I do now? Kill two innocent kids because of one spoiled bitch?