Chapter 23
WREN
R eason five hundred and sixty-four why I wouldn’t be able to do Darcy’s job: it’s only been a few hours of schmoozing with some fancy-ass college alumni, the dean, parents of current students, and some undergrads who no doubt paid their way in to this networking opportunity or have straight As or something, and I would rather stick a fork in my eye than have another conversation with one of them.
It’s all pompous talk to me. It’s like a game where they think whoever’s more pretentious will earn Darcy’s time, so it’s entitled rich guy after entitled rich guy talking about their accomplishments and offering opportunities to whoever will take notice.
When Darcy started introducing me around at the start of the night, he avoided the word “brother” and used weird phrasing like, “This is Wren Porter, the new executive associate at MediaCorp.”
This made people think I’m more important than I am. Because ever since then, I’ve had snooty men and women trying to impress me.
I’m so exhausted that for every new person who asks how I fit into the company, I tell them that up until a month ago, I worked in construction, knew nothing about business and that I still don’t. It just so happens I won the genetic lottery.
I’m at the point where I’m this close to saying Darcy picked me up from the side of the road and I don’t know what I’m doing here so they’ll stop asking questions.
Darcy might hate me for it, but that’s okay because I need him to hate me. Maybe then he’ll stop staring at me across the room like he wants to undress me and do things we didn’t get the chance to the first time round.
I don’t have the strength to say no to him. Hell, it wouldn’t even take him more than one word to get me to slip.
Yes.
Now.
Want.
Any of these, and I’d cave. Because I am so damn weak for him.
The later it gets, the less hope I have for getting back to Seattle tonight. Turns out, the Ritchersons might not own a private plane, but it’s easy to charter one. Because we didn’t know what time we’d be heading back, Darcy organized for us to come here in style.
And yes, it proved his point. I might not be a typical millionaire, and I don’t care for material things, but there is one huge indulgence I could become accustomed to, and that’s traveling the world in luxury planes. Turns out I do have a weakness when it comes to money.
I’m this close to demanding my own plane. With a bed. And a bathroom. I want a house in the sky. Maybe Darcy and I could live there.
When I finally get a chance to make my escape from boring talk, I stalk over to Darcy and interrupt his conversation. “So sorry to butt in. I really must steal you for a moment.”
Darcy looks as relieved as I do when he’s able to excuse himself.
Before anyone can pull either of us apart for another chat, I lead Darcy out of the function room and into the empty hall.
“Why do you hate me?” I whine.
He laughs.
“Can we go home yet?”
“You sound like a child.”
“I’m not above behaving like one to get my way. This is quite literally torture.”
“You’re a true Ritcherson now. Invited to fancy places, given fine food and drink, and all you do is complain.”
“On the list of things I’m able to do at the company, schmoozing is not one of them, okay? Write that down so you never forget it.”
Darcy purses his lips in a way that I know I’m not going to like what he says next.
“No. Nuh-uh. Whatever you’re about to say, don’t say it.”
“I’ve been trying to get a moment with the dean all night so we could call the jet and go home once we’re done, but she keeps ducking me. The airport has a curfew for planes, and we won’t be able to take off past midnight.”
I take out my phone to look at the time. “Eleven twenty. Right. We’re going to Cinderella this bitch and get on our way before midnight. Let’s attack from both sides and?—”
“Or I could tell her I’ll meet her for brunch tomorrow, and we can stay the night in a hotel.”
Me. Darcy. Hotel.
Brain. Short-circuiting. So many images of him naked. On his knees. On his back. On all fours.
“Brunch, you say? Brunch sounds delightful.”
“Your fake British accent isn’t getting any better.”
I bow.
“We can do the hotel thing,” Darcy says but bites his lip. “But, I dunno, isn’t that playing with fire?”
I deflate. “True. I can’t tell you the thoughts running through my head at the word hotel. None of them were appropriate.”
“Okay. So it’s settled, then. We’ll, as you so eloquently put it, Cinderella this bitch. Take away any and all temptation.”
I grit my teeth. “That’s probably for the best.”
He cocks an eyebrow at me.
“It’s definitely for the best. As a whole. Not what I want?—”
“It’s not what I want either, but it’s what needs to be done.”
“Yep.” Despite our words, when I meet Darcy’s eyes and feel the longing in them, I sure as shit return it.
Yeah, I want to get screwy with him, but it’s not until this moment that I realize something else important too: I miss him.
Keeping our distance isn’t working. I think it’s only making me want him more.
“So, let’s go in there and do it,” he says, voice dipping low.
“After you.”
“I’m going.” He says that but doesn’t move.
“Mm, looks like it.” I fold my arms.
“Watch me go.” He glances between the big mahogany doors and then back at me. His gaze drops to my feet and runs back up again.
I step closer to him. “Darcy?”
He licks his lips and pins me with a heated stare. “What?”
“Do you want to go to the hotel?”
“I already said?—”
“I know what you said. I know we need to restrain ourselves. But …” My heart hammers wildly, and the dryness in my throat makes my voice raspy and low. “Are we going to?”
He’s the one to move closer this time. So close we’re chest to chest. “No. We’re not.”
“Not what? Going to go to the hotel or going to restrain ourselves.”
“We’re not going to restrain ourselves. It was foolish of me to think I even could when it comes to you.”
My lips quirk at one side. “Right answer.”
* * *
Darcy being as big and important as he is, he’s able to get us a suite—with two bedrooms for show—and check us in on the short car ride to the hotel. A concierge is waiting for us with our keys, and we head straight up to the penthouse.
I don’t care about the view or the crystal vase in the entryway. All I care about is the bedroom. Either one.
There’s only a split second between entering the suite and the door clicking closed for us to turn into each other.
Our mouths come together in a rushed frenzy. Hands pawing. Bodies yearning.
We might not even find a bedroom at this rate.
I work on his tie while I suck on his tongue, and his moan goes right to my cock.
My tie was off before we even got in the car, so Darcy’s able to get my jacket and shirt off by the time I’m able to free his neck from the impeccably tight knot at his throat.
I pull off him. “How in the fuck did you tie this?”
The stare he gives me when his gaze flickers up to mine is downright sinful. “Maybe you could leave it on.”
“I want you naked.”
“Oh, I won’t be wearing anything else.” He steps back and strips out of his clothes, leaving only the tie.
“I’m starting to see why you thought this was a good idea.” I grab his tie, pulling him toward me. “Just think about all the control this gives me.”
“That was the idea. I want you to do whatever you want to me.”
“As much as I’d love that, there’s too many things on that list to cross off tonight, and it’s impossible for me to pick one. So you do it.” I lean in and kiss his cheek softly, murmuring against his skin as I move my lips to his jaw, his neck. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
Darcy trembles in my arms. “I want to choke on your dick.”
“Mm,” I hum. “What else?”
“Nothing. If this truly is the only time we’re going to do this again, I have to taste you. I have to drink you all down and know what it’s like. And I want you to control me. With this.” He covers his hand where I’m still gripping his tie. “Tighten it when you want me to go deeper.”
I shudder. “And if I go too far and cut off your air supply, accidentally killing you?”
“Talk dirty to me.”
I tug on his tie. “I mean it. I don’t want to take over the company.”
He frowns. “And you’d miss me, right?”
I huff. “That’s a given. If you die, Junior and Toby will outnumber me. You dying is highly inconvenient for me. So how do we?—”
“I’ll tap out if you go too far. Two taps on your leg.”
Fuck, it’s tempting. So fucking tempting to take this. But at the same time … “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Shame. Because the thought of you fucking my face while choking me out makes me want to beg for you to hurt me.”
“How are you so perfect?” I ask.
Darcy tries to sink to his knees, but I stop him.
“We should at least move to the carpet. Save your knees from the tiles.”
His lips quirk, and he places a hand on my chest, pushing me toward the small living area of the suite.
“I thought I was supposed to be controlling this,” I tease, putting my hand over his.
“You were taking too long to get this started.”
“Mm, efficient Darcy is sexy.” I pull on the tie. “But I want messy Darcy right now.”
I sink back onto the couch and bring him with me.
Darcy straddles my lap. “How am I supposed to blow you from here?”
“You’ll blow me when I tell you to. I want this mouth for something else first.” My thumb runs along his bottom lip, and then I pull him toward me.
Our mouths slam together, and I dive in, tasting him, stroking his tongue with mine.
Kissing Darcy is an experience . Whether it’s the perceived taboo aspect making it good, or it’s that we’re more compatible than anyone else I’ve ever been with, this physical connection I have with him is too hard to resist.
It’s too much. He’s too much.
It figures with everything that’s happened in my life that the man who might be the perfect match for me is someone I could never have publicly.
I haven’t been in the closet since I was a teenager, but this feels a-fucking-lot like it. Wanting something so badly but not being able to shout it from the rooftops.
It’s difficult to push those thoughts away when we’re like this. Naked, frantic, and consumed by lust. But on the other hand, stopping to analyze the conflicting emotions is not an option.
I can hardly hold myself back with Darcy when there are other people around. Doing it when we’re alone? There’s no way.
I break my lips from his. “Now, get on your knees.”
He slinks down between my legs and lands on his knees on the floor.
Darcy licks his lips and lowers his head, trying to take the lead, but I tug on his tie.
“Nuh-uh.”
He glances up at me through his lashes, and I’m tempted to let him run with it because with the way he looks in this moment, the desperation in his eyes, I’m willing to give him anything he wants.
But Darcy Ritcherson is used to getting everything handed to him easily. So I’m not going to make it easy on him.
“Remember to tap out if you need to because I’m not going to hold back.”
He whines, practically whimpers, and with my hand that the tie’s not wrapped around, I grip the back of his hair and push him toward my aching cock.
I give him a chance to adjust, let myself slide in between those fucking gorgeous lips before I unleash on him.
I’m not gentle, and he gives no resistance. Darcy takes my cock all the way to the back of his throat, and I slink down on the couch even farther so it’s easier to thrust up into his mouth.
The way he takes my dick, the suction surrounding my tight skin … There’s no way I’m going to last long. But also, with me practically choking him, it’s probably better that way.
I can feel every time he swallows. The saliva he can’t drink down drips out of the sides of his mouth and onto my skin, trickling over my balls. It lights my whole fucking body.
The more he takes it, every time I thrust hard into his mouth, the tighter my grip on his tie wrapped around his throat.
I hope he doesn’t have to tap out because I’m in heaven. If God really does exist, and there really is a heaven, this would be what I’d ask for. Never-ending blowjobs.
Then again, would I really get into heaven after fucking my own brother?
I shake that thought free because this is our time. Not outside world time.
Darcy makes a choking sound, and I glance down at him.
“Need to tap out?” I start slowly pulling out of him, but instead of reaching for my legs, he holds his hands up, like no fucking way. I chuckle. “In that case.”
I slam back inside his mouth, and he moans around my dick.
“Oh fuck,” I breathe.
It gets me to the edge so fast that I’m sure I’ve only got one good thrust in me before I’m going to unload.
“Get ready,” I rasp. My voice is gone, replaced with only the tight tension burning in my balls, in my gut, and in my cock.
Darcy swallows again, his mouth contracting around my dick, and I explode.
Tie forgotten, I run both hands through his hair and hold his head where it is, deep on my cock while I unload down his throat.
Waves of pleasure hit over and over again, until I think it’ll never end, and that’s when Darcy finally taps out.
With two taps on my thigh, I pull out faster than he was probably ready for.
He coughs and splutters, wiping his mouth.
“Are you okay?”
He smiles up at me. “Never been better.”