Author's Note: Alight guys, this is M rated for a reason. There is a lot of smut in the chapter. So, you've been warned.

I DO NOT OWN LIFE WITH DEREK OR THE CHARACTERS.

Chapter Ten:

I can't believe we actually took things that far… I don't regret it, any of it. But, I didn't plan on doing that with Clay, either. He's so easy to talk to. In some ways, he's the complete opposite of Derek. And no matter how much I try to deny it, I can't ignore the fact that he enchants me. I can't concentrate on anything else, when he's touching me. Little by little… I can feel myself falling for him. I love having him there, and right now, that's enough.

"Lizard, I'm going to shopping with Casey and Marti. George took Edwin to a monster truck rally, earlier. We'd love to have you come with us." Mom told me, wistfully. I looked over at her, letting her bring me out of my thoughts and back into reality.

"I'm game, Nora." Derek told her, with a small smile.

"Are you feeling alright Derek? You've never gone with us willingly, to the mall." Mom said, amused. I chuckled.

"There are some things that I need to pick up." He said, nonchalantly. "So, how 'bout it, Z?" He asked, looking at me. I felt the intensity of his stare and became suddenly aware that Clay was stroking my hand.

"I think I'll pass, this time. But, thanks." I told Mom. She smiled and nodded.

Everyone left. The house was quiet and Clay wanted to stay over. I told everyone that I was tired, but I'm not so sure that everyone bought my excuse.

"You know… we could pick off where we left off last night." Clay told me, softly. I looked over at him, and gave him a slow smile.

"Here, in the living room?" I teased, turning my body, so I was facing him on the couch.

"If that's what gets you hot," he whispered, huskily. I bit my lip and climbed over him, so I was straddling his lap.

"Is this what you want?" I asked him, in a sultry voice. He nodded and moved his hands to my lower back, bringing me closer. "Tell me what you want." I whispered.

"You, baby. God, only you." He told me, looking me in the eye.

"You've got me." I told him. He leaned forward and ran his tongue over my lip.

"This is about you. It's all about you." He said, right before he started fucking my mouth with his tongue.

"We should take this upstairs… I don't want to get caught." I whimpered as I felt him start to rock against me. He nibbled on my neck as I tried to catch my breath. I grunted and rolled my hips. He slid his hands under my shirt, and over my bra. I let out a small moan. He brushed his thumb over my nipple; even through the fabric, it sent shivers through my body.

"Get a fucking room." I heard someone growl. I jumped and almost fell off of Clay's lap. Clay managed to keep me steady. I looked at him, mortified. I maneuvered out of his hands and tugged my shirt down. "It would probably be best if you left, Clay." Derek threatened. I climbed off of his lap and turned around to face Derek.

"You weren't supposed to be here." I said, lamely.

"Get out." Derek told Clay, quietly. Clay stood up and looked at me.

"Hey man, calm down." Clay told him, calmly.

"It's okay. Just go. I'll be fine." I told him, quietly. He leaned forward and kissed me, gently. He looked at Derek and left.

"What the fuck are you thinking? Fucking around on the couch? Are you serious?" Derek roared. It took all of my self control not to shrivel in front of him.

"We weren't fucking, Derek." I told him, quietly. Oh my God. He just caught us… on the couch. Holy shit... Did that actually happen?

"You better get your ass upstairs, before I carry you." He told me in a venomous voice.

"And if I don't?" I asked him, slightly defiantly. He grabbed my arm and practically dragged me towards the staircase. My heart is beating so fast, I can't hear anything else. He lifted me up and slung me over his back. I was too scared to fight it. He got to my room and threw me onto my bed. He kicked the door shut and locked it.

He walked over to the bed and moved next to me. He looks so angry. His eyes are dark, wanting and livid. His gazed darkened and focused on me. He pushed me all the way back onto the bed and climbed over me.

He ran his hands over my stomach and pushed my shirt up. He looked me in the eye as he started touching me in all of the ways that he saw Clay touching me, on the couch.

"Is this how you like it? I can do so much better than he can." Derek told me, as his eyes undressed me. He pulled me to him, so he was all but straddling my legs. He lifted my shirt and threw it aside.

"Why?" I asked him, trying to not let him distract me with his touch.

"Because it should be me," he finally said, as he pushed me back onto the bed.

"You didn't want me, before." I whispered as he ran his fingers along my panty line. He pulled down my shorts and moved off of me, so he could pull them off, easily.

"I've always wanted you. You're all I can think about." He growled. He lowered himself on top of me. He pulled his shirt off and moved closer. I looked at his chest, hypnotized by his rapid breathing.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked him, as he looked over my body.

"I couldn't… but you need to know." He started to say.

"Know what?" I asked.

"I love you." He said as he slammed his lips onto my own. I grunted as he explored every inch of my top half with his finger tips. He took my hand in his and moved it his abdomen, and slowly dragged it down. I unbuttoned his jeans with his help. He slipped my hand inside, and had me touch him through his boxers.

I looked into his eyes as he moved my hand up and down, so I was stroking him. I can feel how hard he is, even through the thin material. He grunted.

"God, can't you feel how much I want you?" He asked, more to himself than to anyone else. "I hate seeing you with him." He said, louder. I pulled down his boxers, just enough so he could slip my hand inside. He hissed as he moved my hand over him. I gasped. This is surreal. "Lizzie, if you don't stop, we're not going to be able to…" I moved my hand out of his grip. "Do you trust me, Z?" Derek asked.

"Of course, I do…" I whispered. He pulled his boxers up and moved his hands to my waist. He started massaging me through my panties. I whimpered and arched my back against him, unable to stop myself. "Fuck," I muttered.

He moved his fingers inside of my panties and started rubbing my sensitive spot. I moaned and held onto his back for support. He slipped two fingers inside of me and started scissoring. I started to lose focus of anything except for Derek and my senses.

"God…" I moaned. He kept working his magic fingers. I rocked my hips against his hand.

"You don't know how long I've wanted this, Z. Now that we've started, I'm never gonna be able to let you go." Derek said softly, as he worked his fingers harder. I bit my lip as I started to tremble. I moaned and knew that I was so close. "Come for me, baby." Derek commanded, seductively. His words set me off. I gasped his name and felt a wave of bliss take me over.

"Fuck! Derek!" I cried. He didn't stop, just made his movements harder. I ground my womanhood against his hand. As I came down from my high, I inched away from him, trying to catch my breath.

"You have no idea how sexy you look right now." Derek said, as he ran his eyes over my body. He bit his lip. "You don't regret this, do you?" He asked.

"I could never regret you." I told him, quietly.

"Really?" He asked with a slow smirk. "Why's that Z?" He asked.

"You know I love you." I told him, avoiding his gaze. He smiled and moved closer to me. He pushed me back onto the bed.

"Lay there. You have no idea how much you turn me on." He told me, still watching me. I opened my mouth to ask him where he was going with this, but he beat me to it. "I don't want to ask you to anything that you're not ready for…" He said, simply.

He moved his wet fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. He moved to the other side of the bed and pulled himself out of his boxers. He stayed on his knees and started stroking himself with his hand. I looked at him, mesmerized. I couldn't look away. He locked eyes with me.

"Lizzie, take off your bra." He told me, quietly. I sat up, still holding his gaze. I pulled my straps down and slowly reached behind me and undid the clasp. He bit his lip. I let the bra fall onto the bed.

He moved his hands faster. Just watching him… makes me crazy. I need him touching me. He moved even faster. My name fell from his lips.

"Fuck, Z." He moaned. His breathing grew sporadic and I saw him fighting to keep his eyes open. We never broke our eye contact. He came and started shooting out, over his hand and spraying my discarded shirt.

"God," I said, quietly. He sat there, just looking at me. He grabbed a tissue from my bedside table and started cleaning up, what he could. I crawled off of the bed and grabbed my robe off the floor and put it on. I left the room and went to the bathroom and cleaned up. I walked into Derek as he followed behind me. He pushed me back into the bathroom. I waited with him as he cleaned up. Part of me never realized that he was this dominant, and part of me likes it.

He took my hand and we went back to my room. He got our clothes and threw them in the wash. I changed into a tank top and basketball shorts. When he came back into my room, he had on a loose pair of pajama pants.

He got into bed with me. I closed my eyes and gave up fighting sleep. What does all of this mean?

Author's Note: Alright, well, I'm honestly not sure what I think about this chapter. BUT here it is. Let me know whatcha think.

Xo Xo,
Anneryn