Derek called when he got to the gate.
“It's me,” he said. “Jamie's not there, is she?”
He had to ask. While he didn't think Ritz would invite him over with Jamie staying with her, he couldn't assume. Ritz was a wild bitch; she might get off on seeing Jamie hurt. It was sick, but that was part of what he loved about Ritz— she was a cold, ruthless bitch who didn't give a fuck. But there was the other side that made her even more intriguing. The way they fucked that night, he could not shake it. He couldn't forget it. He wanted her again and again and again. Just thinking about that night made his dick hard.
“Of course she's not here! I gave her the night off. I told her I had a lot on my mind with my aunt's funeral and I wanted to be alone,” said Ritz, sounding a little insulted.
“I had to know because when I get there I'm going to fuck your brains out and I don't want any distractions,” he said.
Ritz's clit jumped and she hung up the phone.
“Sir, you can go up.” The guard handed Derek back his ID, which passed the police check.
Derek drove up the winding road to Ritz's house, his palms sweaty on the wheel. He didn't know why he was so nervous. He chalked it up to anticipation. It was months since they were last together— before the shooting. He had wanted to see her after she was shot but couldn't justify it to Jamie or himself.
“I was nothing more than a lay,” he said to himself. “I don't matter to Ritz Harper.”
But apparently he did. At least a little. There was a sense of urgency about Ritz's request to see him and to do it at her aunt's funeral. Derek cleared his evening schedule, took care of all his business, and made sure he was there before nine.
He pulled into the circular drive and parked around back so that his Jeep wasn't visible from the street. He walked up the drive and rang her doorbell. It was like she was waiting at the door for him the whole time. She opened the door immediately, wearing a lavender silk Victoria's Secret robe and nothing else. Her double Ds were spilling out.
Ritz practically pulled Derek inside the door, closed it behind him, and started kissing him. He eagerly kissed her back, as he started taking off his clothes. He lifted her up and slammed her against the wall opposite the door. He pulled down his pants and didn't get his shirt off all the way. But he fucked her right there in the foyer. It was a hard, violent, passionate, mindless fuck that had both of them exploding in ecstasy at the same time.
There were no words exchanged, no foreplay, and no condom.