Chapter 9
nine
DANE
Another weekend gone without Darcy in my bed, no thanks to Gris-Gris. He was in rare form Saturday, something that’s happening all too frequently these days. Normally Couyon can calm him, but I had to be called in, pulling me away from Darcy.
I didn’t even get to hold Owen.
Darcy’s body stiffens as I approach, her face blank. As I take a step forward, she matches it with one backward, supporting herself with her flattened palms on the edge of the desk.
“You stood me up Saturday,” I accuse with a raised eyebrow.
With her adorable scowl, she insists, “I did no such thing. I never agreed.”
“I wasn’t asking, Sugar. I told you that we were having dinner together. Did you enjoy eating without me?”
She lifts a chin in defiance, “Yes, actually I did. The leftover penne is in my lunch kit as we speak.”
I lean in, determined to make her pay for her brazenness. We're so close I can feel the rise and fall of her chest with each pull of air.
“You were lucky I got called away. I was about to let myself in and drag you downstairs.”
Darcy’s face flames with embarrassment at being called out, but then my strong girl’s eyes meet mine unwaveringly. She pushes her dainty shoulders back, standing proud and insists, “You would have had to knock down the door for that to happen. Besides, we aren’t supposed to be fraternizing.”
“Fraternizing? That’s a big ole word you’re using there,” I say with a chuckle.
“You’re so full of it,” she accuses, lips puckering with annoyance.
I can’t hide the mischievous grin from my face as I glide my index finger along her back until it reaches the bare skin of her neck, carefully brushing the long hair away from her throat.
As my lips touch her shoulder, her body stiffens even more in my arms. “What are you doing?” She screeches.
“Making up for Saturday. I had such a fun night planned for us and you had to be stubborn.”
In a sardonic tone, she snorts, “That’s why I didn’t let you in.”
“Now, Darcy, baby, why would you punish both of us like that?” I tsk.
As my lips wander her neck, she tries to stifle a groan. “Someone could tell Linc,” she pleads.
“I’ll tell you what, I’ll go tell him myself,” I whisper into her ear, nipping gently on the lobe.
“You’re insane,” she groans, giving my chest a half-hearted push with the palms of her hands.
“Crazy for a taste of Sugar,” I whisper, licking my way up her neck. When I reach her pulse point, I gently suck. She turns liquid in my arms and tilts her neck to give me better access. I take this as an invitation to mark what’s mine.
As of this past Friday, Linc isn’t in charge of the business anymore. I should tell her, but isn’t the treat you aren’t allowed to have always the sweetest? This way will be more fun for both of us.
Grabbing her hair in my fists, I tilt her head back and capture her lips. I plunge my tongue into her mouth, consuming her. The electrical current between us is overpowering, a high more intense than anything I’ve ever encountered.
Her hands tentatively slide across my chest then under my cut. Groaning, she deepens the kiss even more, sweeping her tongue into my mouth. I growl in excitement and sit her on the desk properly. When she opens her legs to adjust herself onto the surface, I step between them and drag her to the edge. We’re both panting with need. Something I can take care of immediately. Her dress rides up with each inch as I slide my palm across her thighs, slowly caressing the velvet soft skin. Her legs tremble with anticipation. Once I reach the cotton of her panties, I brush my fingers up and down, my strokes becoming ever so slightly firmer with each pass until I can feel her excitement. I pull the crotch aside and separate her lips, revealing the swollen nub. “You’re so fucking wet already. What a greedy little pussy you have.”
“Someone could hear us,” she says, her legs tightening with pleasure as my thumb brushes across her clit. Her head falls backward with a low groan. She lays down on the desk, letting her legs fall to the side.
“I wouldn’t let them. Your little pants, those pink flushed cheeks? I’m not a man who shares. They’re only for me,” I say, my voice husky with need. Leaning down again to her pulse point, I lick and suck, while still working her clit. Her breaths become more erratic, eyes shuttered closed, and she finally surrenders. One finger glides inside her wetness with ease, then two. When her legs start to tremble, I slide her underwear down and toss them onto the desk beside me. Impatiently, and with a palm on each knee, I spread her legs wider.
My cock is straining against the fly of my jeans to the point of agony, desperate for her. I lean down to press my chest against hers on the desk, supporting myself with one arm. She’s finally underneath me, right where I want her. Joining our lips again, I toy with her tongue, stoking the desire pulsing through my veins. I grind against her with a groan, imagining burying myself in the moist heat, Darcy’s pussy tight around me as we come. “I need to watch you orgasm,” I say.
Her lithe body stiffens again. Breathless, she asks, “Do you have a condom? I’m not on the pill. I have it filled, I just haven’t picked it up yet…”
“I’m not going to fuck you here. Not enough privacy to do it right,” I assure her. It kills me not to claim her now, here, but I’m also not going to make love to my old lady for the first time on a desk. A quick filthy fuck in the office is definitely on my to-do list. I can’t wait.
Besides, you don’t use condoms when they’re your property and that’s a talk she’s not ready for. I don’t think she’ll take it well initially, especially if she’s not on contraception. For me? It is the hottest fucking thing thing I’ve ever heard.
Darcy’s blinking up at me, dress drawn up around her hips. Dropping to my knees, I separate her lips again and find her nub with my tongue to give her relief. She buries her hands in my hair, gripping it at the scalp. Her pants of pleasure pick up again within seconds. I flick her clit with rapid movements as my fingers find their home in her pussy again. She grows even wetter as panting turns to moans she tries to stifle. Within minutes, her entire body seizes up and she lets go of my hair to cover her mouth, muffling the loud drawn out sounds of her coming. As she comes down, she makes content little noises low in her throat, trying to be quiet.
Dropping a last kiss on her sweet pussy, I swipe the back of my hand across my mouth to gather the last of her wetness before licking it off so I can savor every drop. Standing, I help her sit up, then hold her against me, brushing her dark hair out of her face. Darcy’s heart is still beating so fast in her chest I can feel it against my own. I straighten her dress, promising to do this right later and kiss her forehead. “It was fucking amazing watching you.”
My phone pings, reminding me of my new duties.
“We should talk about this,” she says, her eyes stormy. “Someone is going to tell Linc.”
Untucking my shirt to hide the bulge in my pants I inform her, “Linc retired on Friday. Lucy got him a cake and everything.”
Her forehead scrunches and she turns pale. “Wait, so he’s not in charge of the company anymore?”
I shake my head. I can tell she wants to ask if he’s still the president of the club, but she knows better than to ask about that type of stuff. She’ll find out soon enough that he’s officially stepping down tomorrow, and calling for a vote for the new leader.
Mudbug, the only person who would dare, pounds on the door. “Answer your phone, dickwad.”
Darcy’s already re-erecting the wall between us, her gaze cast at the ground. Her body’s shaky, so I lift her off the desk and sit her in the office chair nearby. I brush back her hair, and drag my fingers down the waist long length. I want it wrapped around my fists, my cock surrounded by the tight warmth of her mouth. “I’ll be right back,” I apologize.
Striding over to the door, I crack it open so that he can’t see my woman like this. “The building had better be on fire.”
“You’re needed. Days of being a lazy slob like the rest of us are over for you,” Mudbug says with a smirk as if any of us are ever slacking off.
As I turn around, Darcy’s sitting facing the desk and has started busying herself, shuffling through the paperwork I haven’t been able to keep up with.
I look her up and down, hating the expression on her face. The moment between us is gone, even as the scent of her arousal floats in the air. “Are all of these part orders to be placed?”
“Yes, and inventory, and..” I brush my hand across my neck. “I have to go,” I apologize. I don’t want to leave. I want to coax her out again, have her moaning with pleasure under me once more.
“Looks like I have a lot of work to get started on anyway,” she says with a fake smile as she takes a thick stack of part order forms off of the credenza next to her desk.
“We’ll find a clerk.”
“I’ll be fine.”
I may not have girlfriends, but even I know when a woman says she’s fine, she isn’t. If I didn’t know what I do about her father, I would have already brought her home and shown her the lay of the land. After being done so wrong by men, Darcy needs to choose this, even if I’m really not giving her much of a choice anyway. Right now she needs to process.
I wish she’d have let me in on Saturday. She didn’t even give me a chance to explore things with her. I was going to tell her about everything. That Seth wasn’t coming back, that she was never married, that she’s mine. As much as I want to tell her all those things, this moment isn’t right for that talk. For one, my phone is going off non-stop, promising we’ll be interrupted. She's also wearing a distant expression on her face, suppressing whatever emotions she’s feeling.
Maybe working will give her time to process. Walking behind her chair, I lean around, waking up the monitor by moving the mouse. The monitor’s locked screen, the new White Dog Auto Supply Logo, appears. As I type in my credentials to gain access to the system Darcy asks, “Do I still call Folgers to get new logins?”
“Don’t worry about that,” I answer just as I press enter.
“Why not?”
Bringing my lips to her ear I whisper, “Because now every time your monitor goes to sleep you’ll have to text me, and I like to see your name pop up on my phone.”
“Slightly inefficient, don’tcha think?”
“Depends on what your goals are,” I answer, trying to stifle my laugh. “From where I stand, it’s pretty damn genius.”
I lean down to kiss her lips, but she turns away from the narrowed-eyed gaze I give her. She ignores the peck I leave on her forehead and busies herself at her desk.
So determined not to bend to what I know she wants. Like a scared little rabbit whose only defense from a predator is to run.
At the doorway, I give Darcy one last look and come to a few decisions. The only ones I can, or will, make.
“Darcy,” I say with an upturned brow.
She turns her head, eyes looking troubled while she works her lip. When she doesn’t respond I add, “This isn’t over.” I turn before I see her reaction, gently closing the door behind me.
Mudbug is standing against the back wall of the hallway, leg kicked up. “What’s so damn urgent,” I demand.
He approaches at his normal careless stroll, “Merlin’s running his mouth down at The Gator Pit. Telling everybody that if you become president, all the checks from the club profits will dry up.”
“That’s what you interrupted us over?” I answer with a groan. “Do you think I am the least bit worried about that shit?”
All because they know I won’t get into some of the riskier endeavors to make money. We don’t need to take the bigger chances with our lives or freedom anymore. Linc and Dad got us out of that after we lost Mom. White Dog is making a good income on its own, and our other ventures keep the club coffers and our pockets lined quite well. Living like we did when Mudbug and I were young isn’t needed to support ourselves anymore. That doesn’t matter to Merlin though. With a wife and a handful of regular girlfriends, he misses the big money the club once made.
“Some people are going to vote for him, ya know.”
“If they want to waste their pick and show me where their loyalties lie, that’s fine by me.”
With a look at Mudbug’s expression, serious for once, I relent, “I’ll talk to Riffraff and have all the numbers put together for people to look at before the vote.”
“Good. The thought of calling Merlin “Prez” gives me hives,” he says with a shiver, as if repulsed.
Like that would ever happen.
“You could have an officer’s patch yourself,” I offer one last time. Before he was president, Linc served as my grandfather’s V.P. It feels fitting that his son be by my side in some capacity.
“I’m still thinking about it,” he admits begrudgingly. “You could rethink this whole old lady thing. Spend some more time with Darcy before you make any big decisions.”
“Yeah, not happening.”
As he walks toward one of the tow trucks with a disapproving head shake he says, “Flinch was looking for you. He’s in the parking lot.”
Pacing across the street, I head straight to Flinch. His head is leaning under the hood of Darcy’s Neon. His expression is blank so often that it’s hard to get a read on him sometimes. “How bad is it?”
“The brakes were worn down but I replaced them. I don’t think the filters have ever been replaced. It looks like she couldn’t afford to do anything except the bare bone maintenance. Belts are worn. I don’t think even after I clean it up that it can get any further than her house and back.”
I give him a sly grin, “See that it can’t.”
Darcy’s already proven she’s a runner. She left her home and friends instead of dealing with whatever it was that she left town over the first time. I can still see it in her eyes. She’s like a feral kitten, ready to sprint at the first sign of danger.
I will always chase Darcy, even if I have to throw her over my shoulder. Few men are lucky enough to find an old lady strong enough for our world, but it comes with a downside. If she decides to take off, it’ll be best if Darcy doesn’t make it outside the boundary of our turf. One brief visit into enemy territory is how I lost my mother. I won’t lose Darcy the same way.