Page 65 of Changing the Play

“You’resomething at them.”

“Yeah. I’mI want them to mind their own damn businessat them.”

That truly makes no sense. “Parker said you tell each other everything.”

I’m met with silence.

When it becomes abundantly clear that I’m not going to get anything more out of him, I sigh in resignation. “I think you should go home.”

Wide eyes snap to mine. “What? Why?”

I rub my hand down my face as disappointment churns through me. “You’re not being honest with me. I don’t know what to do about it. Here’s the thing, Darcy.” I scoot away from him on the couch, adjusting until I can look him in the eyes. “I know this is all new for me. And I know it took me a second to catch on to what I was feeling, but I’m not a fucking idiot. I know how I feel. I know what I want. And it’s pissing me off that you’re keeping me at arm’s length. Why are you doing that?”

“I’m not,” Darcy defends, holding his hands out in front of him.

“Youareand I don’t know why. Unless…” I stop talking. “Like I said, I think you should go home. Take some time to figure out what you want. Something. I don’t know.”

I can tell he doesn’t like that idea, and I don’t like it either, but I’m in too deep and I can’t deal with this shit. Is that fair to him? Maybe not. I shouldn’t expect him to feel the things I feel, and if he doesn’t? Then I need to figure out what to do. I can’t keep doingthis, though, that’s for sure.

“But…” Darcy’s voice trails off. “I wantyou.”

“Yeah? You have a real fucked up way of showing it.”

His jaw falls open, then he’s working it up and down like he’s trying to make words and they just aren’t coming out. “Please,” he finally says, voice quiet with a hint of pleading. “Please don’t make me leave.”

Jesus. This fucking sucks. “I don’t want you to leave, Darcy. Not really. But I can’t do this with you, either. I just can’t. I—I’m starting to think this,” I say, waving my hand between the two of us. “Means something different to me than it does to you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Darcy asks, head cocked to the side.

“Itmeansthat I have feelings for you, and I’m not sure if you feel the same. Whatisthis, Darcy? Fuck around with the ‘straight’ guy? Have a little fun at his expense?”

“Ofcourse not.Why would you even think that?” The hurt simmering in his voice sends a little pang through my heart. “Is that really how this feels to you?”

“There’s clearlysomethingyou aren’t telling me. Something Parker knows. Something you don’t wantmeto know. If you’re not into me, just say that, Darcy. I’m a big boy, I can handle—”

“I exclusively top,” Darcy blurts out, interrupting me.

His face loses almost all its color, and my brain grinds to a halt. I truly don’t understand why that matters. “Okay… What does that have to do with anything?”

“You keep asking for sex and I don’t bottom and Parker knows that. That’s why they were saying what they said. That’s why I wanted them to shut up. Because I didn’t want them to tell you.” The words come out in a rush, followed by a sharp breath.

I blink at him for a few seconds, watching as he fidgets. He never fidgets. Never. But now? Now his fingers are twitching and he can’t sit still. “Maybe I am fucking stupid, then, because I’m still not following. So it’s justmeyou don’t want to have sex with then?”

Darcy groans, flopping backward on the couch dramatically. “No. Jesus. I want you so badly I can’t fucking stand it. God, West. Youhaveto know that. I’d have you there now—right now—underneath me if I could. You have no idea how fucking badly I want that. To push into you. To know what it’s like to be with you that way.”

The promise in his tone and the way he hasn’t even touched me and he’s already cussing has my cock swelling against the zipper of my jeans. “It’s so stupid, but it turns me on so much when you cuss like that. I think it’s because it’s always when you’re feeling passionate about something. I love that fire. That’s not the point of this conversation, though. The point of this conversation is, so why are we not doing that?”

Darcy sits up, eyes searching my face like he thinks I’m fucking with him. “You can’t just be okay with that.”

Irritation burns up my throat and spills from my mouth. “Will you get off your fucking high horse and stop acting like you know my wants better than I do? It’s fucking insulting.”

There are a few seconds of tense silence, and then Darcy’s shoving to his feet. “Bedroom. Now.”

My dick throbs heavily. Well, fuck. “Okay.”

I follow him down the hall into my room and when he walks over the threshold, he pauses, his steps faltering a little as he turns back tome. I’m not sure if he’s expecting me to balk at the idea, but I’m not. I mean, sure, I’m a little apprehensive, but I’ve loved everything else we’ve done. Nothing, not one single thing about Darcy turns me off, so fuck it. I’m willing to try anything once. “What if you hate it?”

I only barely resist the urge to roll my eyes. “Are you going to break up with me if I do? Force me to do it anyway?”

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