Chapter 20
DARCY
I ’m surprised but not at all disappointed by Wren’s message, but even though I’m expecting him, he lets himself in far sooner than I would have guessed.
“Miss me al …” My quip dies on my lips the second I see his face. “What’s wrong?”
“I … please tell me this is news to you.”
Wren drops a piece of paper onto the desk in front of where I’m working. Curious, I lean forward and skim it.
It’s a …
Oh, fuck !
I almost swallow my tongue at the words staring back at me. No. Chance. Of relation.
Panic crawls up my spine. “Where did you get this?”
“Did you know?”
“ Where did you get this?” I shove to my feet, brain a quicksand of thoughts that don’t make sense.
His surprise fades into a glare. “You knew.”
“Answer my question.”
“ I ordered it,” he snaps back.
“Why?”
“You don’t want me to answer that.”
“Well, you better start explaining why you went behind my goddamn back for this.”
“Behind your back? Like you can talk.”
“Was it for the company?” I stalk around the desk, the piercing ringing in my ears making me feel off-balance. “After everything I’ve done for you, you’re just going to take it from me?”
“It’s not even yours!”
“Fuck you!” My rage comes from a deep, desperate place inside me that’s always lurked, waiting for this day to come.
“I am the company. While you had a childhood, I was watching CNN with my father, learning about media bias and where it comes from. While you got drunk and went to high school parties, my nights were spent studying the stock market and writing acquisition proposals. I have fought tooth and nail every day of my fucking life for this.”
“Because you knew it wasn’t yours.”
“Of course I knew,” I hiss. “My parents told me everything and made me promise to keep it a secret. Why do you think he finally met you when you were twenty-one? He wanted a contingency. A chance to train you in case something happened to me or someone found out. Without you and without me, this whole thing goes to Junior, and the thought of that would have Father turning in his grave.”
“Maybe he goddamn deserves to.”
“ Stop saying that.”
Wren steps forward, right into my space. “Look at what he’s done. Raised a fucking replacement son instead of his actual one. Who does that? And who the fuck are you to get close to me, to spend the last month or so playing brothers, knowing that it was all a bullshit lie?”
“It wasn’t. No, we’re not brothers, but you said it yourself.
We were friends. I wanted you to have all this, to have the life you deserved, and instead, you stole my DNA like some kind of petty thief.
Was this your plan the whole time? Did your mother put you up to this?
The money wasn’t enough, so you’re coming after my company too? ”
“I don’t want the company!”
“Then why the hell would you order a DNA test between us?”
Wren lets out a long, bitter laugh, then leans in to spit, “Because I felt like a sicko for wanting to fuck my own goddamn brother.”
My jaw drops. “What?”
“Go ahead and judge me, but we’re not even related, so it doesn’t count. You’re the one who lied.”
“You wanted to fuck me?”
He lets out a frustrated grunt. “Of course that’s all you’re focused on. Are you going to run and tell everyone? Make up more lies to turn people against me?”
I shove him. “I’ve never lied about you, and I’ve never tried to turn people against you.”
“No, you just stole my life.”
“And you stole my DNA. You didn’t even trust me enough to ask .”
He throws his hands out to the side. “What would you have said? You really think you would have told me the truth?”
“I might have.”
“ Bullshit .” He turns to leave, but I follow.
“Bullshit, yourself. Why did you think I ran away to London in the first place?”
“For work.”
“I can work from literally anywhere, you wanker.” Before he can reach the door, I grab him, but Wren shakes me off. He flips us, shoving me into the wall and pinning me by the throat.
We’re both panting hard, anger radiating off him and into me. But even with his eyes hard and cold, being this close, breathing him in … it’s everything I ever wanted.
I swallow hard. “I left because of you .”
Wren frowns, hand flexing. “What do you mean?”
“I wanted to tell you everything.” I give him a wry smile. “You’re not the only one who wanted to fuck his brother.”
My earlier shock is reflected in Wren’s face, but he doesn’t pull away. The hardness in his eyes shifts though, less anger, more … heat.
And if he never speaks to me again after this, so be it. But I’m taking my chance.
Before he can stop me, I slide a hand down his side and into the back of his jeans. His ass is hot in my palm, muscular, and my cock thickens at the feel of it. Then I yank him toward me until his body blankets mine.
“What are you doing?” he growls.
“Giving us what we both want.” I know he can feel how hard I am, the same way I can feel movement from him.
“What I want?” He tightens his grip, pressing me harder into the wall. “I’m furious with you.”
“Good.” I bite his bottom lip, heartbeat wildly out of control. I know how he feels because I’ve never been more pissed and terrified of someone in my life. “ Show me how much.”
Wren slams his mouth down on mine, and an honest-to-God whimper leaves me.
He tastes like I hoped he’d taste, kisses the way I’d always imagined he’d kiss.
Rough mouth, strong tongue, teeth latching onto anything they can reach.
He doesn’t let go of my throat as his free hand plunges into my sweats.
His hand is big and hot and rough as he strokes me, and I melt into his touch.
“Holy fuck,” I gasp, ripping my mouth away. Instead of slowing things down, Wren’s lips find my neck instead. Kissing … licking … sucking …
I can’t be sure I’m not in a fever dream because it’s everything I’d never dared to hope for.
“I want to hate you so much,” he rasps.
“Likewise. Now, hate me with your mouth around my cock.”
He gives me a mocking laugh, mouth returning to hover over mine. Nose pressed to my nose. Fist squeezing tight around my dick. “You’re not in control here, Darce. Turn around.”
I do it immediately, but it’s still not fast enough for him because he pushes me face-first into the wall.
His knees hit the floor with a soft thud , and my sweats follow, and then his hands are spreading my ass cheeks, breath cool on my skin. I’ve never been so grateful to come straight home from work and shower.
His grip tightens. “I’ve dreamed about this.”
I tremble. “Then do it. Everything you’ve dreamed about.”
He closes his mouth over my hole, and I clutch at the wall to stay upright.
His short beard scratches my skin while his mouth licks and sucks the most amazing pleasure into me.
My cock is leaking, rock-hard over everything he’s doing, and even if this never happens again, this moment right here will be jerk-off material to last me years.
His tongue presses forward, and I relax enough to let him in.
He moans as he fucks me with it, and I rock back onto his face, unable to believe this is happening.
He only eats me out for a couple of minutes until he pushes to his feet behind me again, low voice right by my ear.
“Do you have condoms in here?”
“The bedroom.”
He huffs his annoyance, rubbing his finger over my wet hole before shoving it inside. “I’m on PrEP.”
“Me too.”
“Good. I’m going to fuck you bare. I’ve waited too long for anything to be between us.”
“Do I get a say in that?” I taunt, more to find out what he’ll say than anything. I need to feel him inside me.
“No. You’ll shut up and do what you’re told.”
Bingo . My cock throbs at his forceful words as Wren presses another finger into me.
“You’re taking them so good,” he says.
“Because I’m desperate for you. I need you.”
He pulls me back and pushes me toward my desk. “Bend over.”
I shove my sweats down my legs and kick them off, then do exactly what I’ve been told. I grip one edge of my desk while I arch my ass up toward him.
“Shit yes.” He leans down and licks another wet strip over my hole before he spits directly onto it. The blunt head of his cock follows, the smooth, hot skin making every nerve in my body crackle.
This is actually happening. All those late nights, all those fantasies, all that temptation funneling into this moment.
Wren’s jeans hit the floor as he presses forward, and I bear down, desperate to feel him.
To get that connection. To hopefully kill this burning lust in a way I never have been able to before.
Wren possesses my thoughts, turns me into a madman, and hopefully after this, I’ll be able to go back to the way things were.
Even if nothing will be the same.
His large, heated cock splits me open, and it’s a mission to take him, but that only makes me more determined. I need Wren to fuck me like I need food, water, oxygen.
His hips meet my ass, and my legs almost buckle.
“I thought I was an idiot for hoping this would happen,” I confess.
He gives a small thrust that lights me up inside.
It’s almost too much for me. “I thought you’d be disgusted.”
“Shut up.” He thrusts harder. “No talking unless it’s about how much you hate me or how much you love my cock.”
“Yes. Both of those things. Such a magnificent cock.”
He reaches around to close his hand over mine. “I’ve never been with an uncut man before. It’s so hot.”
“Feel free to touch it all you like.”
“Planning on it.”
His hand is rough from years in construction, and every stroke sends ripples straight down into my balls.
He isn’t gentle the way the Wren in my fantasies is, and somehow, that only makes it hotter.
For the first time since I’ve known him, Wren is taking everything he wants, and the dominance has me all the way hard.
Has me panting as he fucks me, stroking me in time with his thrusts.
His thrusts slow, and he arches back to add more spit. I wish we’d taken the time to get naked, to touch and explore and drag this out for as long as possible, but Wren pounds into me again, balls slapping against mine, his hips beating out a rhythm on my ass, fast and determined to get to the end.
And even though I’m still worried about him knowing the truth and angry that he was so sneaky about getting it, a tinge of sadness hits me that our one and only time together is fast, rough, and dirty.
I want to kiss him. To run my fingers through his hair.
To hold on to his wide shoulders as he turns me out until I can’t walk.
But if this is what he’s giving me, it’s enough. It has to be enough.
“You feel so good,” he murmurs. “So tight. The way you’re squeezing my cock should be criminal … I hate that you have such a perfect ass … such a perfect cock …”
I push back, matching his pace. He releases my cock and grabs my hips with both hands, sending me sprawling across the desk. I scramble to hold on as each thrust has my feet scraping the floor, his cock pegging that magical spot deep inside that’s pushing my orgasm higher.
Sparks race through my veins, and lust burns deep in my gut as the pressure in my balls makes them tighten.
“Are you nearly there?” he asks.
“So close.”
“Tell me when, Darce.”
Him saying my name is what does it. I wrap my hand around myself, jerking hard and fast, so close to the edge, wanting to spill over and feel him do the same. “Yeah … yeah … I’m there.”
Almost as soon as the words are out, I let go, cock spilling my release as Wren gives a final hard thrust and stills. His hips press to my ass, dick throbbing out his load deep inside me, and the thought has me shooting again.
Reality drips back in slowly. His arms are around me, his face in my neck, his cock still buried in my ass.
I reach up to cover one of his hands with mine, not sure what to say, but he speaks before I can decide on anything.
“I’ve gotta go.”
His tone is all gravelly reluctance.
“Or you could stay.”
Instead of agreeing, he pulls out of me, his cum following a few seconds later. I feel filthy and used, and while normally I’d love it, I’m too raw and vulnerable.
Wren pulls up his jeans before I’ve even straightened.
“So that’s it?”
“I …” he croaks. “I’m pissed off.”
“Right.”
“This is a lot.”
“Of course.”
I fold my arms, not bothering to go for my clothes. I’m scared if I move that he’ll see exactly how torn apart he makes me. “I suppose you should go, then.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“Nothing. Clearly.”
“Right.”
I don’t reply, just watch him until he gets fed up with watching me and stalks out the door.