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It’s hard in this position, but he keeps me in the same upright hold as I stop supporting myself and rip at my dress. I shove it down beneath my breasts before doing the same with my bra, needing that off too. My nipples harden into painful peaks, and I pinch one before I can stop myself.
“Fuck yes,” Darren spits, low and dirty. His pupils expand, eating at the remaining brown before his body shakes and his thumb slips from my clit. “Jesus fucking Christ, baby. Come for me.”
His desperation is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. The pleasure spreading across his face draws out my orgasm like it knew exactly where I’d shoved it away, and I give him what he wants. I don’t know if I scream or cry or shout because the world goes black as I reach a release I haven’t had in . . . maybe ever.
Falling back into my body, I heave in a lungful of air and slouch into the couch. I’m sensitive with my muscles twitching and even a little sore as I focus my eyes on the man now bent over me, my ring swaying where it hangs.
“I’ll be right back,” he murmurs, kissing my forehead.
I reach for his hand, stopping him. “Where are you going?”
A bashful smile spreads his lips. “To change my pants.”
“Did I . . . get them dirty?”
I’ve never squirted before, but at one time, I’d spent an entire evening trying to learn how. I was never successful, but Darren can do things with my body that I simply have never been ableto. It wouldn’t surprise me all that much if he accomplished that tonight.
“No. That was all me.”
My eyes bulge as I drop them to his crotch and spot the wet patch. “Oh.”
“That’s a first for me. I didn’t even come in my pants when we were teenagers dry riding in the back seat of my car.”
“I’d have remembered if you had.”
He chuckles, bending down to kiss my lips this time. “I won’t be long. Then, I’ll heat up your chicken.”
“Okay,” I agree softly.
There’s a very obvious drop in my stomach when he leaves the room, and I know exactly what that means. I miss him already, a.k.a. I’m so screwed.
40
DARREN
“Isit your plan to stay in your grandma’s house?”
Delaney swallows her sip of wine and brings the bottom of the glass to rest against her knee. The pink tint on her cheeks is still there from earlier, and I’d like to think it’s from happiness now rather than lingering arousal. Even if I wouldn’t take offense to that either.
I’d just like to believe that she’s happy enough here with me that her body’s unable to hide it.
“I never planned on living there at all. But it’s not like my parents were or have been much help with anything since she passed. I’m still going through all of her things, sorting them into sell piles to keep and give away. She has a storage locker in town, so that’s where I’ve been bringing whatever I decide should be kept. It’s just been easier to stay there full-time.”
“She always did have a lot of stuff,” I muse, stroking my thumb over the bare skin of her ankle.
From the moment I got back from the bathroom, I’ve been at Delaney’s side. It’s like I’m afraid to be gone for too long in case she changes her mind and I come back to find her gone. After I came in my pants like a prepubescent, I wouldn’t blame her.
I should have seen it coming. She thinks she’s inexperienced,but in reality, so am I. I’ve been celibate since the night Abbie was conceived. However, I don’t know if she knows that.
“Was this your master plan after all? To get me relaxed so that I’ll be more open to talking about my grandma?” she asks, but there’s no anger or defensiveness there.
I may have slipped my shirt back on, but that hasn’t stopped her from curling into my side and toying with the ring hidden beneath it. She hasn’t left it alone since after we finished eating, and I’m still trying to piece together what that really means.
If she wanted it back, she’d have asked for it. That’s what I’m waiting for.
“You know me too well, Elle,” I coo, unable to keep my lips to myself and skimming them over her hair. “I want you to talk about her, but only if you feel comfortable doing that.”
“She was always trying to get me to come home to see her. The tricks got so good that I’d max my credit card on flights back just to find her sitting at the kitchen table with a deck of cards already shuffled and ready for us.”
