Chapter 15
THAT’S RIGHT. NONE OF THIS DARCY BULLSHIT.
DARCY
Could that meeting have gone any better? I think the fuck not.
I got there, thinking I’d be working with Tim, and left knowing I’d be working with the woman of my fucking dreams instead. And I have her phone number now.
I might as well be a pimply sixteen-year-old again, because I am fucking giddy. I’d already done some research to prep for this meeting, but now? Now I’m ready to go all in. I want to impress the fuck out of her.
Literally.
I’d love to impress her so much she wants to fuck me again.
But is that the only reason I’m doing this?
Definitely not. Yes, the distraction is nice, but having a sense of purpose while I’m here for the next several weeks is what matters now.
I can’t sit by idly and do nothing. That’s when the panic digs its sharp claws in, and I’m sick and tired of letting it win.
Not that I’ve been all that idle. Between the research, driving out to different beaches, and therapy, I’ve kept myself busy enough.
It made sense to start therapy locally since I’m going to be here for a while.
It gives me one more reason to leave the house.
Then we can switch to virtual appointments once I go back to Toronto.
No doubt Gordon will be pleased to hear I’m busying myself.
I’m glad to have one more reason to be around Elizabeth.
As I’m pulling into my driveway, the screen in the car lights up with my best friend’s name. “Hey, buddy,” I say when I pick up.
“Hey, Darce. How’re you doing, man?”
My grin widens at the sound of his voice.
Until a few weeks ago, he was pretty miserable, trying to figure out whether this thing with him and Neve would work out, and then freaking the fuck out because he convinced himself it wouldn’t.
He’s on the other side of it all now, happier than ever.
It’s awesome to witness it firsthand now that I’m close by.
“Great. Just getting home from my surfing lesson. You good?” The lie tastes bitter on my tongue, but I’m not ready to come clean about why I’m here and the whole therapy bit.
Not yet, anyway. I know he would support me.
I mean, Leo’s been a huge advocate for therapy for years, but I’m not ready to get into it with anyone other than the person I pay to listen to me.
He chuckles, no doubt picturing me falling face-first into the ocean when I try to stand on my board.
It wouldn’t be far from the truth, I’m sure.
To keep myself from having to lie much longer, I will be starting lessons.
“Yeah, we’re good. Wanted to see if you’re up for a beach day.
The holiday brings a few extra people into town for the fireworks, so we’d be back to see them, but figured heading somewhere for the day might be nice. You in?”
I nearly forgot Canada Day is coming up. I’ve done nothing but think about this marina revival and Beth. I wonder if she’ll be there…
“I’m in,” I respond quickly, knowing in my gut if Neve is going, it’s likely her best friend will be, too. “What should I bring?”
“Just your towel and a swimsuit. Between Neve and Billie, they seem to have everything covered. If you have a cooler, though, maybe bring that just in case?”
“You got it. Gonna let your girl do all the work, eh? I see how it is.” I manage the teasing remark, even though the only thing my brain seems able to focus on is that I was right. She’s going to be there.
“Don’t worry, Darcy. I’ll be putting him to work tomorrow. I don’t plan on carrying or cooking a damn thing, and I expect to be well slathered in sunscreen all day.” Neve’s voice floats through the speakers, followed by her melodic laugh.
“You’re about to be slathered in something else if you keep up that sass,” Leo retorts, and I immediately make a loud gagging sound.
“Dude. Gross. I’m hanging up now.”
“I wasn’t—That’s not—” Leo tries to explain, but Neve is cackling, and there’s some sort of shuffling going on.
“Bye, weirdos,” I say on a laugh, hanging up before I hear anything I won’t be able to unhear.
I wake up as hard as steel and a little sweaty. Fuck. I was dreaming about Beth again.
I can’t fucking take it, knowing she’s here, so close, yet I can’t have her.
And I have to see her at the beach tomorrow.
She’s probably going to be all glowy from the sunscreen covering her skin.
She’s probably going to be wearing a bathing suit.
She’s probably going to have even more adorable little freckles on her face from being in the sun.
My eyes close as my hand wraps around my cock, the vision of her wearing next to nothing on the sandy beach is nearly enough to make me come undone. I miss her soft skin and how she always smells like strawberries and sunshine.
In my mind, she takes my hand and leads me into the water, looking more like a siren ready to take me under than anything else. And I let her. I let her pull me into the waves, past the point where they crest, to where the water is calmer.
She turns to me, lowering the top of her bikini until her perfect, pink nipples are visible below the water’s clear surface. Stepping into me, she wordlessly brings my hand to one, and I pinch and pull the way I know she likes. “Beth, darling, you’re perfect,” I whisper.
With our bodies pressed together, she kisses me, deep and slow, wrapping her legs around my waist, where I can feel the heat of her glorious cunt.
“Fuck,” I mumble, my hand moving faster as my imagination gets away from me.
I open my eyes for a second, letting the bright daylight and my surroundings tug me out of my fantasy, but it’s no use.
I know I shouldn’t, but I want her. I know I shouldn’t, but I’m gonna come so fucking hard thinking about her.
Shutting my eyes again, I submit to my filthy thoughts, where the woman of my literal dreams is wrapping her hand around my cock, guiding me to her pussy as she whispers in my ear, “Fuck me, Peter. Please.” And I do.
Right there, in the middle of the ocean, I thrust into her wet heat, and fuuuuuuck it’s so good. Too good.
My movements become more and more erratic as I imagine her chanting my name over and over. “Peter, Peter, Peter…” That’s right. None of this Darcy bullshit.
And when I bring up my hand to pull on my pierced nipple, imagining it’s hers, I come harder than I have in weeks.
Should I be ashamed of myself? Probably. But I think the only way I’ll be able to keep my distance from Beth without losing my mind is if I allow myself to give in to how badly I want her when it’s just me, myself, and my right hand.
Pathetic, yeah.
But I don’t care.