The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son.Chapter 8: hot then you are cold .Derrick turned his head to the side and stroked his fingers over the mark Jordan had left him with a small sigh. It was red with a hint of purple and it would stand out for days until it faded. It had already raised questions within Demi and his group. Ella had been curious and prodded him about who the man or woman was whilst Ian and Boyd remained unaffected for the most part. How could he tell them that he got drunk with a seventeen year old before they drunkenly made out and he gave him a blow job? It wouldn’t be the easiest conversation to have with them. It had been four days since he saw him last and his cell phone had blown up with texts from him.Derrick responded back to him when he wanted to of course but they were short, almost snappy in words, and he didn’t know how to face him, not yet. His thoughts were distracted from him when the front door opened and Demi walked in looking troubled and confused
The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son.Chapter 9: algebra helps with a heartbreak .The music was still blasting when he walked in to get changed and he sighed deeply shredding his clothes and pulling out the drawer under his bed. He pulled on everything black from his jeans, his t-shirt, and leather jacket.The bar wasn’t full when he got there but there was the regulars dotted around. They stared at him, the men watched him, the women whispered, and each one of them held their own opinion. It was funny really. They saw what he wore, his car, and what he did of a night and a weekend and he was the bad guy. Derrick grinned at the women sitting in the corner watching him with narrowed eyes. He ordered three vodka shots and downed them all enjoying the burn. In the end though it didn’t get Jordan’s eye’s out of his head, the scent of his deodorant, his lips pink and kissable and the marks on his neck from no one else but him.He was relieved when the doors blew open revealing Ella weari
The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son.Chapter 10: shampoo and a mix of berries .The branches whipped at him when he ran through the woods, the scent of ash and burning wood filling his nostrils when he ran away from it. Their screaming echoed in his ears when his feet hit the ground, the branches cracking, the leaves crackling, and he felt sick. Every time he turned he could see it, the fire roaring through his childhood home, the screams of his family burning inside there and doing nothing to get them out. There was a tugging at his hand when he turned to stare at it before looking up to see Laura staring at him, her eyes expressionless, her lips a pale blue, and pain written into her features.“It’s your fault,” she whispered over and over again so it slammed into him when he ripped his hand away running. “It’s your fault, Derrick! IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT!”Her screaming echoed in his ears when he tripped falling to the ground only to open his eyes breathing hard and instead of seeing
The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son.Chapter 11: in the woods . Jordan Smith was comfortable, his dreams nothing more than a blank page, but his body felt stiff from the cold. He cursed himself for leaving the window open but something felt different, his pillow firmer, the smell of a familiar cologne clouding his senses, and birds tweeting in the distance. It was a shock to blink his eyes open to see trees ahead of him and his cheek pressed into the shoulder of Derrick who was asleep also. Jordan was honestly speechless when he looked at Derrick and himself in surprise. His body curled towards him, Derrick’s arm holding him against his body, and they were currently sleeping outdoors. The sky already light meaning it must be around eight or nine in the morning.“What…” Jordan murmured shifting a little to sit up and stare around. “Derrick!”Derrick grunted rubbing his face with his hand adorably before opening his eyes and staring at him in confusion. His eyes narrowed before he s
The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son.Chapter 12: his body, his choice . Jordan murmured softly leaning into him and closing his eyes when his hands pushed up under his t-shirt to touch the skin underneath. “What’s the worst that can happen?”It wasn’t answered and he wasn’t surprised when Derrick pushed at his legs so he collapsed against the bed and groaned muffled when he kissed him hard. Jordan didn’t know if his mouth could open any wider when he gripped his shoulders tight when they kissed and Derrick was a heavy warm weight against him.“Shit, fuck!” Jordan cried out when he kissed and bit his throat. “Derrick, please.”His begging was answered when yanked at his jeans tugging them down with his underwear and quickly did the same to his. Jordan watched fascinated when he wrapped his hand around both of their cocks fisting them at the same time.“Oh fuck!” Jordan hissed before reaching up to grip the back of his neck and kiss him. His lips fitting against his and he panted eage
The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son.Chapter 13: blue, huge, unknown . Jordan Smith had a niggling feeling in the back of his mind.“Seriously, where are we going?”“The beach.”“What?” Jordan demanded straightening up and raising his eyebrows at him. “Are you…are you insane?! Who goes to the beach in January! It’s freezing out there.”“Exactly, cold weather, no one will be around, and why not go to the beach in the winter? Why is the beach only for the summer?”“For a suntan!” Jordan exclaimed looking out of the window and at Derrick in surprise and confusion. “You’re – you’re mad.”“You think?” Derrick questioned looking calm and almost amused.“Fuck,” Jordan breathed shaking his head and laughed shaking his head. “Well I guess it’s not the stupid cinema were we sit in silence for two hours and our hands brush in the popcorn.”“There’s nothing on in the cinema.”“Nice and normal isn’t in your vocabulary,” Jordan muttered turning his head to look at him and fighting down his grin. “
The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son.Chapter 14: quite a number . Derrick stared out of the ocean watching the waves crash against the sand when it came closer to them and they sat on the dune together. Jordan sat between his legs and leaned against his chest when he played on his phone. It was drawing to the end of the day and a small part of him didn’t want to go back. Jordan was warm against him as the sun started to set reflecting on the ocean and he let his chin rest on top of head watching it.“Stupid thing,” Jordan muttered stabbing at his phone.“What are you playing?”“Candy crush, it’s infected me, it’s the worst invention ever but I can’t stop,” Jordan muttered with a tired sigh. “What time is it?”“Nearly half four.”“We have to head back soon don’t we?” Jordan mumbled ending his game and leaning further into him.“Yeah, your dad will start to notice you’re missing.”He sighed deeply and Derrick knew how he felt when he looked down at him and Jordan looked up at him. He
The Bad Boy and The Sheriff’s Son.Chapter 15: finally happening? .Demi met her brother’s eyes in surprise and smirked when he looked away.“Taking it slow. Well you’ve done a number on him,” she murmured thoughtfully.“I’m getting a shower!” Derrick announced loudly heading into the bathroom.“Nope, you’re staying with me,” Demi said grabbing his wrist when Jordan went to follow him. “You went to the beach yesterday, right?”“Yeah, yesterday,” Jordan said with a confused twist to his mouth. “Why?”“Am I hearing this right?” she murmured more to herself before looking at him. “Are you seriously telling me that you two could have spent the whole day…doing whatever but most probably fucking without me here or anyone else to go to the… beach?”Jordan nodded shrugging his shoulders and twisting his hands together.“Fuck,” she whispered looking away.“Is it bad?!” he hissed leaning into her. “Is there a reason he won’t fuck me?”“No, no, no, this is – this is interesting,” Demi muttered