He shrugged. “I don’t know if I’d say anything,” he said, then turned to me, pulling me against him. “I’d rather show you what I think, what I feel,” he said softly, and I smiled, holding the side of his face.
“You’re always so tense. Who would’ve guessed you have a soft side to you.”
He scowled, that tension coming back. “I can’t afford to be soft. I’m the oldest.”
“You have more responsibility?” I assumed, and he nodded.
“In a way. But that is not a conversation for a human. You only have one job tonight, beautiful.”
He tried to shut off, but I didn’t want him to. I wanted the open, soft version of Derik that I had just seen. He made me want to f**k him.
“That’s right, spread my legs,” I huffed, and opened them obediently.
He didn’t say anything, just climbed over me, keeping the
