Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
DARBY
True to his word, he carries me into the kitchen and sets me on my feet, then pulls my sweater up over my head and lets it fall carelessly to the floor. His eyes narrow on my breasts, and then he deftly unfastens my bra, and I let it fall away, reveling in the way he’s eating me up with his eyes.
I love how much he enjoys looking at me.
“The kitchen it is.” I sound breathless as I tug his Henley out of his pants and get that first glimpse at his abs.
Abs that I love to lick and explore. His scar is hidden beneath the waist of his pants, but I love that too.
Every single bit of him is delectable. “Also, your muscles are insane in this shirt. If the server stared at your arms once more, I was going to gouge her eyes out with my steak knife.”
He snorts and opens my jeans as I kick out of my shoes. We’re both grinning at each other, scrambling out of the clothes that are in our way, and once we’re both naked, he boosts me up onto the counter, making me yelp because the marble is cold.
“Don’t worry, Duchess, I’ll warm you right up.
” He’s already nibbling on the top of my shoulder, his hands drifting up and down my sides, making me break out in goose bumps.
My head falls back when he drags his lips up my neck and his hands cup my breasts, his thumbs working over the already-hard nipples and sending electricity straight to my core, making me whimper.
God, I sound so needy. “You’re so fucking beautiful, you make me lose my goddamn mind. ”
“How do you even get muscles like this?” I mutter as I trace the little valleys between his abs. “For fuck’s sake, did you sell your soul to the devil or something?”
“I work out, baby.”
“When? I’m with you all the time, and—”
“Do you really want me to explain my workout regimen and diet plan when I’m about three seconds away from eating your perfect pussy right here in our kitchen?”
Our kitchen.
He said our bed earlier.
And it makes my stomach jitter in the best way because I love the way it sounds. It makes me feel like I belong here, with him, in this amazing place that I’ve come to love almost as much as I love him.
“Later,” I agree, and feel him smile against my skin as he kneels on the hardwood and spreads my thighs wide, his bright-green eyes full of lust as he takes in the flesh between my legs.
His hands press on my inner thighs, and he leaves wet kisses leading up to my pussy, and I lean back on one hand so I can watch him.
“You’re so damn wet, and you smell like heaven.”
“I love it when you talk like this.”
“Like what?” His eyes come up to mine, and he lifts an eyebrow. “Like I want you? Like I can’t stand the fact that I’m not inside you or eating you or fucking you so hard that you can’t walk tomorrow?”
“Yeah, that.” I swallow thickly and watch as he lowers his face and licks me, from my entrance to my clit, and my ass flexes in response, sending my hips up, as if I’m chasing his mouth, needing more.
Because I need so much more.
“Hmm.” He hums as he buries his face in my pussy, wraps his mouth around my lips and sucks, his tongue doing magical things that make me gasp and grip one hand into his hair.
I don’t know if I’m pulling him closer or pushing him away, but he doesn’t stop.
His nose brushes over my clit, and I’m already so close to coming, it’s absolutely ridiculous.
This man plays my body like it’s his whole damn job, and his work ethic is impeccable.
“Delicious,” he growls as his lips move up, and his fingers replace his mouth.
Two fingers glide inside me, his fingertips brushing rhythmically against that spot that makes me tense up and every single nerve in my body feels like it’s on fire.
“You know what I want, beautiful girl. You need to give it to me.”
“Not in here.”
“You’ll do it where I fucking tell you to,” he growls and laves my clit as his fingers move inside me, and I can’t control the rush of pure energy that flows through me, my hips buck, I cry out, and then I’m coming, and I can hear the mess I’m making, and it makes my face flame.
“That’s my girl. Fuck, that’s beautiful. ”
“Tucker.”
“I’m right here.” He licks over my pubis, nibbles his way up my torso, and then the crown of his cock is right there.
Before he can push inside, I reach between us and wrap my hand around him, making his jaw tighten as I pump up and down.
“I need this,” I tell him with a rough whisper. “Please.”
“You ask so nicely.” His smile makes my already-quivering pussy clench as he pushes the head inside, and then he pauses, his eyes meet mine, and he covers my throat with one hand.
He doesn’t cut off my air, he’s simply holding me, and leans in to kiss me.
I can taste myself there as he pushes in, not stopping until he’s balls deep, and he makes me moan against his lips.
“Fuck, you’re like a goddamn glove. You were made for me, Duchess. ”
“You were made for me,” I counter as I wrap one arm around him, holding on as he starts to move. “Oh God, it’s always so damn good.”
His hips pick up speed, slapping against me with every thrust, and his cock stretches me so deliciously, I know I’ll be sore later, and I don’t even care.
In fact, I welcome it.
I want to be reminded that he couldn’t help but fuck me hard, that he was between my legs making me lose my mind.
“Yes,” I whisper, and he growls against my lips, picking up speed. “Fuck yes.”
“I need you to come again, Duchess.”
“So close.”
He grinds the base of his cock against my clit, and that’s all it takes to make me fall over the edge again, clamping down on him, shivering around him, my teeth in his shoulder as I come so damn hard, I see stars.
“Fuck, baby.” He pushes in twice more, and then holds himself there, and I feel his cock twitch inside me as he comes. I can’t help but tighten around him again, making him groan. “Good fucking girl.”
“We have a mess to clean up.”
“Later.” He lifts me, wraps my legs around his waist and carries me to the stairs. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
“Finally we get to see you,” Alex says as I walk into Sage & Citrus in Bitterroot Valley, where I’m having lunch with my sisters. Juliet owns this restaurant, and we all love it. The food is fabulous, and it’s safe for anyone with gluten intolerances. Juliet is one smart cookie.
I make the rounds, hugging each of my three sisters, before I sit next to Dani, across from Alex and Charlie.
“You all look gorgeous,” I inform them, and then lean over to kiss Dani’s cheek.
“So do you,” Charlie says with a smile. “You’re getting some. You have a glow, and it’s written all over your face.”
Both Alex and Dani stare at me with wide, surprised eyes, and I simply raise a shoulder. “Maybe.”
“Nope, you don’t get to brush this off,” Alex says, shaking her head. “Talk. Now. Everything.”
“I literally just walked through the door, haven’t ordered food, and you want me to just dive in to the good stuff?”
“We ordered you food,” Dani says. “So yes, we want you to talk.”
I glance up when a sexy-as-fuck man arrives with a tray, and watch in fascination as he only has eyes for my baby sister.
Charlie smiles.
Mr. Hottie winks at her.
And Dani and I share a look.
“You don’t wait tables,” Charlie says to him. “Unless you’re adding that to your vast résumé.”
“I made an exception for you.” He glances around. “All of you. Wow, this is the best-looking table in the restaurant.”
“Who are you?” I ask him, not shy at all, since this dude is eye fucking my baby sister right in front of me.
“This is Noah,” Charlie says. “He’s the pastry chef here. He bailed me out of a potential cake catastrophe for a wedding last month.”
Noah sets the tray down and nudges his glasses up his nose, which I’m quite sure just made all four of us sigh, and smiles at Charlie.
“I’m Darby,” I cut in, offering my hand to shake. You can tell a lot about a man by his handshake, but his is strong and firm, and he holds my eyes respectfully. “I’m the oldest sister.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m not trying to interrupt your lunch, just wanted to say hello.”
He nods to all of us, winks at Charlie, and then he’s off, and we all stare at our sister, who takes a bite of her soup, as if she’s the most innocent woman in the world.
“You gonna tell us about that?” Dani asks.
“Nope.”
“If I have to talk, you have to talk,” I inform her, and Charlie sighs, sets her spoon down, and licks her lips.
“There is nothing at all to talk about.”
Then, she picks up her spoon and takes another bite.
“So, I’m a happily married woman to two men,” Alex says before popping a chip in her mouth.
My little sister has never been particularly traditional, so it wasn’t a shock when she announced to all of us that she’d fallen in love with Gabe and Adam.
They had already been in a happily committed relationship when they met Alex and then decided they couldn’t live without her.
“But I can confidently say that guy is hot AF, and he wants to bend you over this table and—”
“Okay,” I interrupt, giving a shiver. “I know you all have sex, but I don’t want to know.”
Dani snorts next to me. “I had a baby last year, you know.”
“Yes, and it was an immaculate conception.”
“No, I’m pretty sure we conceived on a fire truck,” she says, and Alex offers her a high five. “And it was hot. No pun intended.”
I can’t help but laugh at that, and then we all turn back to Charlie, whose eyes widen, and around another bite of her lunch, she says, “What?”
“He likes you,” I tell her.
“Well, yeah, he likes me. But I don’t do relationships. I’m too busy. He’s nice to look at, and he really did come in clutch for me on that cake. It was damn good, and beautiful. He trained in Paris. He used to work at the Ritz.”
“You know all that about him, but there’s nothing to tell?” I ask her.
“I can have conversations with the man without sucking his dick.”