27. Darcy
TWENTY-SEVEN
DARCY
“I should probably get in the truck.”
My boot is hitched up on Jake’s running board and he has me pinned against his truck. His fingers wrap around my waist with his thumbs stroking the underside of my breasts.
Jake’s hazel eyes have gone hazy as he gazes down into mine. “Probably.” He lowers his face so his mouth hovers right in front of mine. “But I’d rather do this.”
I moan into the kiss, the politeness from the Legion dancefloor long gone. Jake’s taking what he wants, and I’m ready to give it.
Because it’s what I want too.
I hook a leg around his hips and his hand drifts up my thigh, fingertips clawing at my flesh.
My head drops back and his mouth goes to work on my neck, the responding sensation coiling deep in my belly. My nipples threaten to burst out of my bra, and honestly, I wouldn’t mind if they made contact with the edge of my bra cup. He’s rock hard pressing against me, and I groan into his mouth as he bites my lower lip. He chuckles and delivers a tender kiss to soothe me.
“We’ve gotta get out of this parking lot, darlin’. You’re gonna have to be good for me and keep it together until we get back to the house.” I chase Jake’s lips, not really caring what they say so much as what they do. “Can you do that for me?”
“Okay,” I agree, entranced.
Jake chuckles, deep and husky. “I don’t know if you know how to be good, boss.”
“Being good is overrated.”
“That’s the secret,” Jake says. “The best girls are secretly bad.”
His arm slides under my ass as he lifts me so he can open the door, placing me on the bench seat and shutting the door behind me.
My heart races as Jake circles the truck to get in on his side. My first time with someone new in years.
Someone new.
And I forgot about my someone old until this very moment.
Rob.
He must have stopped calling because my phone didn’t buzz the whole time we were talking in the parking lot. I know I have to check my phone. I have to know how bad this is going to be.
There are no missed calls. No more texts. Just silence.
He gave up. Or went out drinking. Or crashed his car or something else destructive.
“You alright?” Jake asks, and I jump. He extends a hand my way. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“He . . . stopped calling.”
Jake’s brow knits. “That’s a good thing, right?”
“Yeah,” I say, still not sure. “Guess he gave up.”
Jake’s still not starting the truck, his hand on the middle seat between us. “Wanna sit here?”
I meet his eyes and with a weak smile, I scoot over and buckle in. Jake gently touches my chin, holding me still so he can kiss my temple. He puts the truck in gear and once we’re on the road, his hand moves to rest on my knee.
“You don’t have to tell me about him, but I’m here if you want to,” Jake says as we pull up to the first red light.
I nod, still shaken up. “I shouldn’t have checked my phone.” I suck in a breath. “Sometimes it’s worse when he goes silent. Like he’s preparing for some more petty payback.”
Jake hums, his thumb tracing the inside of my knee in a more comforting than sexy way.
We ride in silence for a while, but my brain is anything but quiet. I have warring thoughts: that I was irrational to leave Raleigh and Rob so suddenly, to throw years of life and love away. Am I just being dramatic? Was it really not that bad? Is it reasonable for someone you love to ask certain things of you?
That was part of the reason I knew I had to leave entirely. If I stayed, I’d get confused. I’d have trouble seeing the bad times for what they were.
In some ways, I feel a little sorry for Rob. He loves me, and there will always be a part of me that loves him. But that love is what makes the betrayal even worse. I finally speak as the final notes of “Coal Miner’s Daughter” float in on the radio.
“I’m sorry. He’s invading our nice night. I wish I could be unaffected. It makes me feel powerless that he can still do this to me.”
Jake’s groan is sympathetic. “Sorry. The past can come back to fuck with you in all sorts of ways.”
“I wish it would go away entirely,” I say with a forced laugh.
“Wish that’s how it worked.”
“I feel like I need to go scream and get it out or something. I hate that he’s ruining what was a really nice night.”
He lifts an eyebrow and looks over at me. “You know a good scream spot?”
“Actually,” I say, “you know that sharp drive up the mountain to the left of the road?”
“Yeah.”
“Turn up there. Hopefully we’re there too early for the raucous teens.”
Jake chuckles. “We’re going to some teenaged makeout spot?”
I scoff. “It’s makeouts, smashing beers, and riding four-wheelers, thank you very much. There. Turn there.”
We bobble along in the cab, the road full of washouts and ruts. “At one point someone was going to build a house up here. Then they realized what a bitch it was going to be to get all the building materials up here.”
Jake’s hands jockey on the wheel and he shouts over the dirt road noise. “I can’t imagine why.”
He turns where I indicated and comes to a stop at the clearing. He cracks the windows and turns the truck off, switching it so we can just hear the radio. We’re both still except for his hand on my thigh.
“When’s the last time you drove to a makeout spot?” Jake asks, his voice low.
“Been a good long time.” I unbuckle my seatbelt and swallow hard. Things are likely about to get heated, and we haven’t addressed something important. “Hey, I know it was just yesterday when I told you, but did you give any thought to what you’re comfortable with as far as the herpes risk?”
He laces his fingers with mine and twists to look more directly at me. “I did a little research while I was at the lab. It sounds like our risk is low, assuming you keep me posted if you start feeling sick or noticing anything. But you have to be comfortable too. I know you’re worried about it.”
I nod. “I am.”
Jake’s thumb swishes over the back of my hand. “Would you feel better if we used condoms until you can get tested again? I mean, this is new anyway. Condoms are never a bad idea.”
“Yeah. That makes sense. But what about oral or like . . . incidental contact?”
Jake tips his head from side to side and snorts a laugh. “I’m cool with incidental contact.” He says it with a squeeze to my hand. “Especially because I don’t think the risk is high. But again, I want you to be comfortable too.”
“Yeah. That makes sense to me. I’m in.” I draw a shuddering breath. “Sorry. This is all so unsexy.”
Jake shakes his head. “Nah. It’s actually kinda hot. Now I’ve thought about doing all those things with you.”
I puff my bottom lip out. “Oh, and you’ve never considered it before tonight?”
“Absolutely not.” He leans closer. “I’ve never thought about your pussy pulsing around my fingers.” He launches a slow, deliberate kiss. “Or your sassy mouth stuffed full of my cock.” Another kiss. “How you might moan when I push inside you.” This time, I grasp the back of his neck, trying to keep the kiss going, but he breaks away one more time. “And I definitely haven’t thought once about how fucking amazing you tasted on my fingers yesterday.”
Jake nudges me to the far passenger seat, scooting himself into the middle. Then with a combination of his encouragement and my urgent need to have him, he hauls me over to straddle his lap. His eyes blaze into mine, and I suppress my smile by biting my lip.
“That’s good,” I start, “because I for sure haven’t thought about how hard you got for me yesterday,” I kiss under his ear. “Or how sweet and sexy it was when you took care of me,” I steal one from his lips. “Or how since that first day of work, I’ve obsessed about your strong shoulders,” a nip on his bottom lip. “And your tight ass,” one more bite, holding longer until he grinds against me. “And these infuriating dimples.”
I giggle against Jake’s lips as he wraps his arms tight around my waist and launches a fierce kiss. It’s unfettered joy, basking in the simple glow of liking someone and having them like you back. We tussle as we make out, rolling our hips, swallowing whimpers and gasps, and I have the thought that maybe humans should figure out a way to be able to crawl into each other’s skin.
Jake pulls away and drizzles lazy, featherlight kisses down my neck, over my collarbones, and into the V of my dress. He lingers there, nibbling every inch of exposed skin.
“These fucking tits, Darcy,” he moans. “Just the icing on the damn cake.”
“I think my tits have gotten more love from you than my lips, cowboy,” I mope. “My lips are jealous.”
“Oh yeah?” he asks. “You needin’ some kisses?”
“Yeah. Kiss me good, cowboy.”
Jake seals me into a bruising kiss. I curl my hips against him and his hands claw my thighs under my dress, inching closer and closer to my ass. His fingertips pass over the lace of my thong, exploring where fabric ends and skin begins.
He finally breaks our kiss, tucking my hips tighter and pushing my knees wider. He fully clutches my ass and aids me as I seek friction against his belt buckle. “You wearing these tiny panties so Daddy can give you a spankin’, huh?” He squeezes harder and I moan at the exquisite pain. “You like a little pain, or you need Daddy to go easy?”
Heat flashes across my already-burning cheeks and Jake lets out a low laugh. “You thought I’d forget that you call me Daddy when you’re rubbing yourself all over me? You can’t just get away with that.”
“You aren’t spanking Becca and Caleb when they call you Daddy,” I retort.
“Becca and Caleb aren’t horny little sluts grinding on Daddy’s lap.”
With every filthy thing he says, I dissolve a little more. My tension and nerves float out the truck windows, and I’m putty in his hands. But I can’t let him know that yet. He’s full of his own shit enough as it is. I lift an eyebrow, putting my hands up. “If you’re going to pester me about the titles you earn, I can go.”
Jake smirks, studying me carefully and clutching my wrists in his big, callused hands. His thumbs trace the insides of my wrists. “Absolutely not. Call me what you want. Daddy. Cowboy. Shithead for all I care, as long as you’re screaming it before we’re done here.”
I whimper. It’s pathetic. I’m almost thirty, and I’m acting like I’ve never been dirty talked or spanked or admitted any desire to another human beyond the vanilla.
But it’s never been like this , and even as it’s happening, I get the fleeting sense that one day I’ll miss this moment.
His teeth graze the juncture of my jaw and neck. “But you’ve gotta tell me if you like pain or not, boss.”
I drop my forehead to his, gazing into his hazel eyes. “Give me pain.”
“That’s my fuckin’ girl,” he growls, lifting my skirt and delivering a swift smack to my bottom. Pleasure flashes through me and all I want is more, now. I want him. Everything about him. I want to consume him until he’s a part of me. Sink my claws into him to claim him as my own.
And I plan to do just that.
I sit back and tug at his belt, but Jake places a hand over mine. “Hold your horses, now. Ladies first.”
Jake’s hand coasts around my hip until he flattens it against my lower stomach. Warmth flows through me as his two fingers pet my clit through my panties.
“Let’s see if I can do as good as your special little vibrating friend,” Jake says, a drowsy smile playing on his lips.
“Sounds like somebody’s jealous,” I say, grinding against his fingers.
“Feels like somebody’s wet for me,” Jake shoots back. “Soaked your panties, boss. You been thinking about me?”
I give him a coy smile before my eyelids flutter shut and my head falls back, his fingertips digging into the perfect spot.
“You changed the subject, but there’s no doubting you’re jealous.”
Jake bends to kiss and lick my neck, humming into my skin. “Of course I’m jealous. That thing has gotten to feel you come more times than I have. Now I’ve got to even the score.”
I stiffen, and he pauses. His eyes go wide, trying to get me to look at him. I won’t. I can’t. The nerves come flooding back through me, and my first time with someone new in a while goes from exhilarating to anxiety-inducing.
“Hey. What’s wrong?”
My fingers pick at the seat behind the headrest while I look out the truck’s back window. “Nothing. I’d just rather get you first.” I paw at his belt again.
“Hold on, now. This is important.” His fingers close over mine on his belt, lacing us together and drawing my wrist to his lips for a whisper of a kiss. It gets a reluctant smile from me. “Whatever it is, I won’t judge you. I’m on your team.”
I rub my lips together and look at the space between us. My dress is bunched in his lap, his denim-clad erection poking up. “I have a hard time coming. Even with a toy, it takes a while for me to come, and I don’t want you to get bored.”
“Bored?” Jake asks, like the word is foreign. “How could I be bored? I’ve got this gorgeous woman in my lap, soaking her panties for me, grinding her hot ass and incredible tits on me. The word ‘bored’ couldn’t be farther from how I feel.”
I snort. “Yeah, well, you haven’t been defeated by my weird libido yet.”
Jake runs his hand over my hair where it drapes down my back. “I don’t want to put any pressure on you to perform for me. I want you to feel good for you. Okay?”
I nod, and he rubs the pad of his thumb under my bottom lip. It feels so good, like he’s adoring me, a feeling I haven’t had in far too long.
“Does it feel good when I touch you like I was?” he asks. He’s not touching me there anymore, instead just holding me steady and feeling my back. It feels secure, comforting.
Like he’s got me. Like I can rely on him. And I know I can. All summer, Jake’s been there, helping me out wherever he can.
He’s not just somebody new. He’s someone I trust.
“Yeah. It feels really good,” I admit.
Jake nods, searching my eyes like he genuinely cares. “Why don’t you just ride me until you don’t want to anymore? No big deal if you can’t come. Just feel what you want to feel. Do what feels good. Tell me if you want something different. Let me take care of you.”
My throat feels clogged. No one’s ever offered this kind of thing. It’s either go to completion or we’ve failed. I’ve never seen not coming as an option. I didn’t have the choice to just feel good for the sake of it.
“What about you?” I ask. “Can’t just leave you hanging out there.”
A little smile curves his lips. “I will be just fine. You’re sexy enough for both of us.”
“Yeah?”
“Of course. You feeling good is important to me. It’s not fun unless you’re having fun.”
I grin and we’re kissing again. He’s volunteered to be my playground and I get right to work. My hips find a rhythm with his and his hand snakes under my dress again. He pulls away to look into my eyes when his fingers meet the hem of my panties. I bob my head to urge him on. He hooks my panties to the side and glides over my slit.
“You feel so fucking good,” he marvels, shaking his head. “So fucking wet for me.”
I swirl my hips, trying to show him where I need his fingers. My abs shake as I curl them tighter, slowly grinding on him. “This alright?”
“Fuck yes. Show me what this greedy little pussy needs.”
“You,” I whimper and he smirks, egging me on. He finds a slow, steady rhythm with his fingers on my clit and the movement of my hips. He delivers soft sucks to the underside of my jaw. I close my eyes, trying to focus on how it feels versus how it might look.
“Attagirl. Lookin’ awful pretty riding my hand like that. You want my fingers inside you?”
“Yes.”
My hands clutch his shoulders as his thick fingers slip inside me. His gaze is intense, and even though it’s vulnerable to do this with him, I feel safe and cherished. Something raw and undefined passes between us, some new level unlocked. He closes his eyes and tightens his jaw, tipping his head back. “Fuck, baby.”
Baby . He called me “baby.” He whimpered it out, like he’s reveling in the sweet agony. I reward him with kisses, along his stubbled jaw, under his ear, on his lips as I continue to move on him.
“You feel so fucking good,” he rasps.
Seeing him so overcome takes my pleasure higher, and Jake curls his fingers inside me in concert with his thumb on my clit. Moaning, sweating, rolling, gasping. Hazel eyes and the edge of his tattoo and kisses and his forehead against mine. “Jake, I think?—”
“Take it, Darcy. Whatever you need. Use me.”
“Oh, god.”
It’s close. So close I can almost see it. I can feel my hair frizzing in the truck’s humid air and it adds to the sense of our wildness. This is how it goes sometimes, where coming is some finish line in the distance, but this time feels different. It feels like I might actually?—
“Jake,” I whimper.
“Darcy.” He groans, eyes snapping shut and slowing his counter-thrusts against me. “Fuck. Fuck.”
“Did you just?—”
He doesn’t answer directly, but I can tell from the tick in his jaw and the way his legs jolt wider.
Cowboy and pest Jake Warren just came in his pants.
For me.
A curse leaves me. I grind with abandon, his whispers of encouragement in my ear. With a cry, I’m there.
“Attagirl,” Jake grits out. “Atta-fuckin’-girl.”
I decide to be even better. I pull at his belt, popping open his button and zipper. “Did you make a mess, Jake?” I pant.
Jake’s mouth hangs open, his eyes hooded. I run my finger along his cock, picking up some of his release. “Darcy, ah?—”
“I can help you clean up,” I say. This is a first for me. Cum is usually not my favorite thing to consume, but I want this. I want this part of him. No man has ever accepted me as completely and fully as Jake accepts me, and I want to give that back to him. I lift my finger to my lips, and suck it into my mouth. I take in his taste, closing my eyes to savor it.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers. “Holy shit.”
“Close your legs for me,” I hum.
Jake snaps his legs together and I slide to my knees on the truck’s floor, licking his shaft clean to his choked sighs. “I love the way you taste.”
He clutches my neck and uses his thumb to tip me up to look at him. He scoops one last drip out of his underwear and offers his finger to me. I suck it clean. His voice is awestruck, pupils blown wide. “Filthy fuckin’ girl.”
I grin and carefully lift the band of his boxer briefs, then shift his zipper and button so he can get his pants back on. I pat his thighs and give them a playful squeeze. “Wanna take me home now, cowboy?”