Exile

Chapter 14

DARWYNN

We spent most of the afternoon in bed, kissing and touching each other. And I thought about everything he told me. About Mom. About how unfairly she treated him. And he didn’t push me any further.

He didn’t urge me to talk about Mom again. Not that he would’ve wanted to, anyway. He was hurt, too, and I figured we both needed to let it settle for a moment now.

When our stomachs started growling, we finally got out of bed to shower and head out.

I held his hand as we stepped out of his house, but he dropped it immediately, reminding me that we couldn’t let anyone know about us.

About what we did last night.

About what we become in just a few hours.

“Sorry,”

I said quietly, gazing up at him as we walked along the small gravel path.

“Don’t be. It’ll take all the strength in me not to touch you in public.”

I smiled softly, loving that he struggled just the same.

What we had was bittersweet.

We walked in silence as we headed to the bar. Once we arrived, Caspian opened the door and held it for me. I squeezed past him, touching his arm gently to thank him.

The jukebox was playing softer than usual, and more people were there than the other nights. To be fair, it was a Friday night.

The scent of grilled food and stale beer wrapped around us, and I looked up at Caspian, waiting for him to decide where we’d sit.

“Over there,”

he said. His hand was on my lower back, guiding me through the crowd and toward an empty booth in the corner.

I slid in, with him following close behind. The bench we sat on wrapped around half of the table, and I liked having him so close next to me.

A few heads turned, but I didn’t give them much attention. I was here with Caspian, and I was determined to give him all of my attention. All night long.

Our knees brushed underneath the table, and the urge to put my hand on his leg was irresistible. Before I could dare to, a waitress I hadn’t seen before appeared, a notepad in hand. “What can I get you two?”

Caspian glanced up at her, giving her the slightest bit of care. Chicken burger, fries, and a beer.”

I hesitated for a second before saying. “Same. But just a Pepsi, please.”

The waitress nodded and walked away, leaving us in the hum of conversations going on around us and the faint country song playing in the background. Caspian draped his left arm along the back of the booth, his fingers grazing my shoulder for one short second.

It was a subtle thing, but it sent a shiver through me.

“You okay?”

he asked, his voice softer now, just for me.

I nodded, picking at the edge of a napkin. “Yeah. Just…still thinking about everything.”

His jaw tensed. “I know. Me too.”

I looked at him then. The dim lighting softened his sharp features, making him look almost vulnerable. I wanted to reach for his hand under the table, but I didn’t. Not here. Instead, I leaned in just enough that our arms pressed together, and I felt him exhale.

“You can talk to me. About anything. I hope you know that,”

he said, barely whispering.

I smiled tightly and gave him a nod. “I know. Thank you. And the same goes for you.”

Caspian nodded slightly, his fingers tapping absentmindedly against the wooden table. The tension between us was palpable, with an invisible string pulling us together despite the unspoken rules we had to follow. I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the warmth of his body so close to mine.

Our food arrived, and I thanked the waitress as she set down our plates without much more than a fleeting glance in our direction. Caspian immediately reached for his burger, taking a bite as I started with my fries. As much there was going on around us, I was more focused on how his jaw tensed and relaxed as he chewed.

“Stop staring,”

he murmured, glancing at me from the corner of his eye. “People will start talking.”

“What, just from me looking at you, they’ll figure out that we fucked last night?”

I shot back, feeling brave and wanting to tease him. This couldn’t be easy for him either.

“Darwynn.”

His voice was low, harsh. He was being serious, and he was warning me. “Don’t provoke me.”

Damn.

That was hot.

I bit back a grin and decided not to push.

After finishing half of my fries, I picked up my burger and took a bite, savoring the salty, charred flavor. We ate in silence for a few minutes, only the small thud of our glasses being placed on the table breaking the quiet between us.

“This is good,”

I finally said, just to fill the space. “Almost as good as the food you make.”

Caspian huffed out a laugh, his eyes flicking up to meet mine. “Flattery will get you nowhere. But keep trying. I enjoy the effort.”

I rolled my eyes and laughed. “I mean it. I like your cooking. And you liked the cake I baked for you. We’re compatible.”

He responded with a simple nod, not taking the conversation further. He was trying his best not to give in to the tension. The urge to touch each other was irresistible for both of us, but we had to stay away until we were alone.

But as hard as I tried, as much as I wanted to keep what was growing between us a secret, I had this strong urge to not give a shit.

The idea of trying not to get caught was thrilling.

I reached for my drink, taking a slow sip before setting it down and daring to shift just a little closer. Caspian immediately tensed again but didn’t move away or glare at me. He let the right side of my body press against his left.

“There’s a thin line, and we won’t cross it,”

he said, his voice a low warning.

“I’m pretty sure we crossed one very thin line last night already,”

I replied, amused.

He grunted. Though he was frowning, the moment felt light.

The bar had grown busier while we finished eating. The crowd thickened, conversations growing louder, but it was like we were in our own little world. At least, that’s what it felt like to me. Caspian’s fingers flexed on the table, and then, under the cover of the dim lighting, his knee pressed against mine more cautiously.

I didn’t pull away.

Why the hell would I, anyway? I was enjoying every moment. Every little touch. Every small sign of his that told me he wanted me close.

I let my fingers slide down to my lap, brushing against his hand beneath the table. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t pull back. Instead, his fingers curled around mine. Carefully yet determined. We were touching in a place filled with people who would frown and grimace at us if they knew what we did and who we were to each other.

My breath hitched slightly, and I glanced at him, my pulse hammering in my throat. His eyes were dark, steady, filled with something unreadable but undeniably intense.

His jaw clenched. “I can’t fucking stand not touching you. Thought I could handle it, but apparently, I can’t.”

My heart skipped a beat, and my breathing quickened. “Then touch me.”

He squeezed my hand and shook his head before gazing at the empty plate in front of him. “Touching is not enough.”

My body tensed, and I skimmed the crowd with my eyes before they landed on the narrow hallway. The idea of fucking in the restroom was exciting, but I knew he would say no to that.

Way too risky, and I didn’t want to get kicked out of this bar.

I had another idea.

One I was sure he would say yes to.

I looked at him again, licking my lips and studying his face for a moment before asking, “What if we just pay and leave? Head back to your place?”

He eyed me closely as his hand squeezed mine. I couldn’t quite read him. He was thinking hard as if what I had asked was the toughest question ever. Even after a moment, his answer still hadn’t come. He kept watching me, and his hand moved to my thigh.

“Can you be quiet?”

he asked, surprising me.

“Depends—”

“Yes or no.”

“Yes,”

I said, my voice a faint breath.

Only when he wrapped his hand around my left leg and lifted it over his lap did I understand his plan.

“Are you sure?”

He shot me an amused glance. “I’m not the one needing to keep quiet while getting fingered in a bar full of people. You need to be sure.”

If he kept talking like that, I would get naked right there, putting myself on the table for him to take me in front of everyone. But I had to hold back. I needed a cold shower.

“I am sure,”

I told him, sighing as he ran his fingers along my inner thigh.

“Good. Unbutton your pants.”

I didn’t argue, nor did I hesitate. My jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped in seconds, and I parted my legs more to give him better access. He glanced down, the corner of his mouth twitching. “I can smell your arousal. Fuck, baby, you’re not making this easy for me.”

“It doesn’t have to be hard,”

I told him with a raised brow. “We can still just go home.”

“No.”

His hand cupped my pussy, with his fingers pressing against it over my jeans’ fabric. “This is way more fucking exciting.”

I was glad he changed his mind. I liked his daring side and wanted to see more of it in the future.

I bit my bottom lip and looked down before leaning back in the booth, breathing deeply. I was ready for him to do whatever he wanted to.

Fuck everyone else.

Only Caz and I mattered.

CASPIAN

My cock was throbbing against the hard fabric of my jeans. I cupped it but simply held it, not wanting to make myself even harder. It was Darwynn’s turn, and all my focus was on her.

I fucking adored this woman. She made me feel alive again. Young. Reckless. Just like I had been throughout my twenties and thirties. Giving into her had been the hardest fucking thing I had ever done, simply because I thought I had the rest of my life planned out.

I had come to terms with the fact that living here alone with a few random people around would be the end of my life. I still had a long time to live, and I was healthy, but I was ready to spend the rest of my life as planned.

Then, Darwynn showed up. And all of a sudden, my ___ life revolved around her.

I had no idea what her plan was.

Would she leave once her stay was over?

Would she stay a while longer now that something was growing between us?

The connection we had was special. I had many women in my life, but never did I want to be with a woman, have her live with me, and spend every single day with me.

But I wanted all that with Darwynn.

She turned my life upside down, and it didn’t bother me one fucking bit.

Hell, she could burn down my house, and I wouldn’t mind.

As long as she would be in my arms after.

I pushed my fingers into her panties, feeling her wetness immediately. “Goddamn,”

I muttered, my jaw clenching. Having this effect on her made me feel powerful. I was a dominant man, but I liked her confidence, and I would let her shine when the time was right.

Right now, I needed her to give in to me and let me make her come in this bar full of people I couldn’t give less of a fuck about.

I teased her entrance with my fingertips, circling it slowly and feeling her pussy clench at my touch. Her body was tense, but she was good at not showing her emotions on her face. This couldn’t be easy for her, but she wanted it, and she wouldn’t risk getting caught.

“Relax,”

I murmured seconds before I dipped two fingers into her.

She gripped my wrist, her nails digging into my skin. “God,”

she choked.

“Quiet. I don’t want to attract an audience.”

“Me. Neither,”

she said through clenched teeth.

I chuckled in amusement.

She cleared her throat and took a deep breath, her hips pressing forward as I pulled out of her slightly.

“Don’t move,”

I ordered.

She stilled, and I slid my fingers back in, deeper this time.

“God, you’re so fucking wet. I wish I could taste you.”

“You can,”

she told me, her voice hopeful. “Later.”

“Definitely.”

I wouldn’t pass on that opportunity. I would spend the rest of my life with my mouth on her pussy if I had the chance to.

I thrust my fingers in and out of her in a slow and steady rhythm. My eyes wandered around the bar occasionally, making sure nobody was paying attention to us.

I continued, feeling her inner walls pulse around my fingers. Her breath caught as I curled them inside her, finding that spot that made her squirm. I pressed my thumb against her clit, circling it slowly, building the pressure gradually.

Darwynn’s eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting slightly. I could tell she was fighting to keep quiet, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each shallow breath. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing her ear.

“That’s it, baby. You look so damn beautiful,”

I whispered, my voice low and husky.

I increased the pace of my fingers, thrusting them deeper, harder. Her hips bucked slightly, and I pressed my free hand against her lower back, holding her still.

I felt her start to tremble, her thighs quivering against my hand. Her fingers dug into my forearm, her nails leaving marks on my skin. I could sense her climax building, her pussy clenching in a steady rhythm around my fingers.

It turned me the fuck on, watching her try her hardest not to be too loud. Her face was filled with emotions.

“That’s it,”

I murmured, my lips still at her ear. “Come for me, Darwynn. Nice and quiet. Don’t want anyone to know I’m fingering this wet pussy.”

She let out a grunt, her brows furrowing. “You’re not playing fair,”

she argued.

I smirked. “You don’t have a say in this right now.”

I curled my fingers inside her, pressing firmly against the right spot while my thumb kept on working her clit in circles. Her breathing grew ragged, coming in short, sharp gasps. I felt her whole body tense.

She shuddered violently, her pussy clenching down on my fingers tightly. A strangled whimper escaped her lips, barely audible over the music. I held her right there, watching as she rode out her orgasm. Her body was shaking with wave after wave of pleasure and the pulsating of her walls around me. She pressed her lips together tightly, muffling her soft moans as she came undone.

I continued to stroke her gently, drawing out her climax for as long as possible. Her hips rocked subtly against my hand, chasing every last tremor of ecstasy.

“Beautiful,”

I muttered, taking in her face. “So goddamn beautiful.”

I could watch her forever.

Hell, I could make her come forever. Until she couldn’t take it anymore.

As her quivering lessened, I slowly withdrew my fingers from inside her. Darwynn’s eyes fluttered open, pupils dilated with lingering desire. I held her gaze as I brought my fingers to my lips, inhaling her sweet scent before sliding them into my mouth.

I was addicted to her taste.

To her sweetness.

To her.

She was intoxicating, and I savored every moment.

Darwynn was watching me intently, her chest rising and falling. Her cheeks were flushed, a rosy glow spreading down her neck.

“Delicious,”

I murmured as I pulled out my fingers. “But this was just a tease. I can’t wait to take my sweet time with my head between your legs later.”

This time, she stopped breathing, her eyes widening.

I made her speechless.

Leaning in, I cupped her face with the hand I just used to fingerfuck her. Her skin was warm beneath my palm. I brushed my thumb across her cheekbone, savoring the softness. Our eyes locked again, and I saw a mix of desire, vulnerability, and something deeper swirling in her gaze.

I like being in control, and I liked that she was giving herself to me willingly. And I liked seeing her slowly fall in love with me.

She didn’t have to tell me. I could see it. Feel it.

But I knew she could see it in my eyes, too. No way I could ever hide a feeling that strong. I had no reason to try and hide it. No chance I would be able to lie about how she made me feel.

I dropped my hand and put more distance between us before giving anyone in this bar even the slightest idea of what went on between us. My need to kiss her grew with every second we sat in that booth, but I had to be patient.

Only for a couple of minutes, though.

“Button your pants. We’re leaving.”