Chapter 20
CROW
It wasn’t the first time I’d ever woke up with Darcy sprawled across me, but it never got any easier to keep my hands off of her when it happened.
Luckily in three . . . no, it was just two days now, she’d be my wife and we could throw that stupid fucking vow aside.
Right now, with my cock rock hard, there wasn’t enough blood circulating in my brain so that I could remember how we managed to come up with that bullshit rule, but I blamed blue balls, a condition that was slowly killing me.
For example, it was so bad right now that I wasn’t sure I’d be able to survive another ten minutes, and the two day timeline felt completely out of reach.
“I can hear you thinking, Crow.”
“I’m not sure that’s possible, Sleeping Beauty.”
“It is, and I know exactly what you’re thinking too.”
“I know that’s not right,” I scoffed.
“You’re wondering which one of us came up with this bullshit ‘wait until we’re married’ idea, and you’re wondering how to convince me to give it up.”
“Okay, I was wrong. You can read my mind.”
“I can do something else too,” Darcy said as she wiggled her way down my body, pressing against my cock just perfectly until her chin was resting at my waist band.
“Do you know what I’m thinking about now?” I asked.
“Yep. Sure do.”
“Prove it.”
Without another word, Darcy used one hand to pull down my shorts and the other to grip my cock before she leaned forward and licked it from base to tip. I was mid-gasp when she wrapped her lips around it and took me in her mouth. I damn near died when I felt my cock hit the back of her throat.
By the time she lifted her head and swirled her tongue around the tip, I was chanting incoherently and trying to find somewhere to put my hands.
At first, they pulled on the sheets and then my hair, until I finally rested them on the sides of Darcy’s head as if I was going to direct her or something.
Oh, but she didn’t need any direction. I needed some damn self-restraint, though, because by the third downward stroke, I could feel myself starting to lose it.
When she twisted the hand at the base of my cock and then used it to follow her mouth up and then down, I let out a shout and then another one when her laugh hummed all the way down to my balls.
“Oh, fuck . . . Darcy, babe, this is . . . Shit.” She laughed again, and I damn near levitated off the bed. “You can’t do that. Yeah, keep doing that. No . . . I’m gonna wake up any second now and . . . figure out . . . this is just a . . . Fuck yes.”
In my defense, it had been quite some time since I felt anything on my dick other than my own hand. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t make this goodness last, so I had to warn her. “I’m close, Darcy. Better pull back if you . . .”
Darcy’s answer was to suck harder and fondle my balls with her free hand, which sent me into orbit. I came with a loud shout and then felt like I was going to black out when Darcy didn’t stop. If anything, she just worked harder until I was writhing on the bed beneath her, begging for mercy.
“That’s so . . . Too much! Damn that feels .
. . Shit!” Darcy worked her mouth and hands in sync until my entire body was drained of fluids and I felt like I was about to pass out.
I couldn’t stop myself from pulling on her hair to get her mouth off of me as I gasped, “Too much! Oh, fuck! Too much!”
As she leaned back on her heels, she delicately wiped the corners of her mouth with her pointer finger, and then, only because she wanted me to die, she put her finger in her mouth and licked it clean.
I was still seeing stars when she smiled and said, “Let me go rinse my mouth, and then I’ll do that again. ”
I wanted to slap myself when I said, “We made a vow.”
“Honey, I have it on good authority that a blow job is not sexual relations.”
“I’d have to disagree, babe, but I’m not complaining. As a matter of fact, the second you get back I’m going to lick you until you see stars too.”
As Darcy got off the bed and walked to the bathroom she laughed and said, “You can disagree all you want to, but I vividly remember seeing an old news clip of someone explaining that doesn’t qualify as sexual relations, and who am I to argue with a president?”
I was still laughing when I heard the water come on and then the buzz of Darcy’s toothbrush, but stopped quickly when I heard a whimper come from the monitor on the nightstand.
I hopped out of bed and rushed out of my bedroom and down the hall to Rev’s new bedroom, and smiled when I opened the door and saw her standing in her crib.
My mom and dad weren’t sure what kind of bed to get her, so they went with a crib for now, but lowered the mattress to the floor and made sure that the sides touched the carpet just in case she was a climber.
Luckily, she hadn’t figured out that she could scale it yet and was grasping the bars as she looked warily around the room.
“Buttercup! You’re awake early, sweetheart,” I said as I swept her up into my arms. Sadly, I knew what was wrong with her the second she laid her head on my bare chest. She was burning up and shivering at the same time, something she’d done off and on for the last week.
Amethyst said that this was perfectly normal, but I did not agree. Every time it happened, I had to work very hard to relax so that Rev didn’t sense my tension and get upset. I took a few deep breaths and grabbed her favorite blanket before I held it next to her for her to snuggle her face against.
There was nothing I could do but wait it out with her and console myself with the knowledge that these tremors were happening less and less as the days passed.
I was swaying with her in my arms when I heard Darcy behind me.
I relaxed even more when she stepped in front of me and wrapped her arms around both of us before she started whispering sweet nothings to Rev.
From the little experience I had gained while she had been in the hospital, I knew this meant Rev wasn’t going back to sleep anytime soon. I wasn’t surprised when she lifted her head and smiled at me, bright-eyed and ready to play.
“Are you hungry, Buttercup?” I asked with a grin. When she nodded, I did as the speech therapist had instructed and asked, “Can you tell me you’re hungry?”
“Ungy,” Rev said softly.
I heard Darcy’s sharp intake of breath and knew she'd heard her too, so I smiled at Rev and said, “Good girl! Let’s go get you something to eat!”
“What sounds good, sweetie?” Darcy asked.
“You should go back to bed, babe,” I suggested. “You’ve gotta work in a few hours and I don’t, so there’s no sense in both of us being tired. I’ll go back to sleep when she does.”
“Are you sure?”
“It’s teamwork,” I replied with a shrug. “It’s probably a beautiful night outside, so we’ll have something to eat and then go enjoy the night while we read a few more books.”
“I love you, Crow, for more reasons than I can even begin to count.”
“Love you too,” I told her before I touched my nose to Rev’s. “And I love you, sweet girl!”
It hadn’t happened yet, and it didn’t look like it would happen today, but someday Rev would say that back to me, and it would rank up there as one of the best days in my entire life. I could tell by the look of hope on Darcy’s face that she was thinking the same thing.
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DARCY
“I’m starving!”
I looked over at Griffin, who was standing less than three feet from the refrigerator and asked, “Should I alert FEMA, or can you open the fridge and scavenge for something that will tide you over until dinner?”
Raven laughed so loud that all three dogs woke up and lifted their heads to stare at her, which just made her laugh even harder.
“As the only parental presence in this house right now, it’s your job to feed me.”
“Okay, get in the high chair and I’ll grab some applesauce,” I said as I got up and started walking toward the pantry.
“You know that’s not what I meant!”
“But it’s what you said,” I argued. “Try again.”
“You’re not making the transition from girlfriend to stepmother very easy, you know. We don’t have much time and there’s a lot of training involved but you resist me at every turn.”
Raven was still laughing, and even Rev had stopped playing to watch the unfolding drama.
“Are you trying to train me?”
“Obviously! It’s my job to do that.”
“Says who?”
“Koda said it took some work but he was finally able to get Jovi to do what he wants sometimes,” Griffin informed me. “Scoot said that Tori is a work in progress because she’s really stubborn, but she’s still working on it.”
“This is something all of you discuss? You compare notes?”
“No. We’ve never written anything down.”
“Why are you bothering the women, Griffin? If you don’t engage with people they won’t bother you, so maybe it’s you who needs training,” Warren, one of the family who I rarely had the opportunity to speak to, who was related to Brighten and Griffin in a way I still wasn’t sure of, announced as he walked through the open back door.
“If I can learn how to interact then it’s almost guaranteed that you can do the same.
Watch and learn.” Warren smiled at me before he asked, “Darcy, is there anything you deem suitable to snack on before dinner that won’t ruin my appetite for a real meal? ”
“Of course, Warren,” I played along. “Would you like some fruit? We’ve also got some cheese I can slice to go with it, and even a selection of crackers to choose from.”
“That sounds wonderful. How can I help you procure those snacks?”
“If you’ll pick out the fruit you prefer I’ll get the crackers out of the pantry and slice some cheese for you.”
“Thank you,” Warren said cheerfully as he nudged Griffin out of the way and opened the refrigerator door. Under his breath he said, “Now who is getting a snack and who is still hungry? Hmm?”
Griffin glared at Warren before he exclaimed, “You’re not helping me, Warren.”