Page 50 of Second Chances
Beth watched his hands reappear out from underneath her dress, to clasp hers and hold them tightly.
“Tell me, how was Jane?” he continued, his eyes pleading to let him do this, not just for her, but for him.
With the interesting combination of grateful disappointment, Beth smiled at this man who judged himself so harshly for his actions, and then tried so incredibly, so consciously to make up for them.
Just think about Jane. You can do this.
Placing a mental barrier between herself and her desire, she poured her focus into what she would want to tell him about this afternoon.
“Well, at first, she was letting my mom influence…well, more like dictate what she was trying on, what she thought she should wear,” Beth began, her eyes drifting to their interlocked fingers, rubbing his thumb with hers, “but, after the first dress, I went back into the dressing room with her and told her she needed to stand her ground. Wouldn’t you know it, the next dress she put on was the one she fell in love with.” Beth smiled at the recollection of her sister’s happy face.
“So, she got her dress?” he asked as his fingers began to rub hers absentmindedly.
“Yeah,” she confirmed with a smile. “Charles is going to be blown away.”
“I’m sure. I think he said something to that effect when I saw him earlier.”
His allusion to his earlier quest to make sure that she was safe sent a wave of guilt over her, again.
“I should have asked you to come with me, even if you just dropped me off and then went to see Charles,” Beth said again, regretfully.
“Don’t, Beth. It’s in the past. You are fine, you are here, that is all that matters,” he said, bring her hand up to his mouth to kiss it.
“Do you really think your ex will try to do something to me? To us?”
“Yes.” His definitive answer much different from the response he had given earlier. “I don’t doubt that she will.”
“It will be ok; we will be ok,” she assured him.
“She doesn’t like competition. That’s why even Anne never knew about her; she threatened me that she would go to Mrs. DeBourgh and reveal how my and Anne’s relationship was just a farce, and for Anne, that would have been devastating at that point in her life,” Darcy revealed.
“Oh…” Beth responded. It wasn’t that she didn’t believe Darcy when he had told her what this woman was capable of, but to hear that she had actually threatened to do something so detrimental to Anne, a woman she didn’t even know, shed new light onto her already very questionable character.
“I should have said something earlier,” Darcy said exasperated, “but, she is my goddamn problem and I thought that I could take care of it on my own. You shouldn’t have to worry but,” he paused on a sigh, “you also should have been made fully aware of what I am dealing with. Maybe if I had told you, today would have gone differently.” The regret in his voice was unmistakable.
“Maybe,” she agreed. “But, you’re telling me now and that’s what is important. I can’t believe that she would consider harming someone who was clearly an innocent bystander, just to keep everyone else except her excluded from your life.”What a selfish bitch.
“Yeah, well, if she will do that, I don’t want to think about what she will do to you, the person she sees as having taken her place.” The rage on his face, coupled with the fierce protectiveness of his gaze, made it clear that he was thinking about it.
That’s it.
Beth wasn’t going to let this woman take any more of their day away from them, any more of their time together away from them. Letting go of his hands, she steadied herself on the back of the couch, moving to straddle him, taking his face between her palms.
“We will be ok,” she said fiercely, looking into his eyes, forcing his focus onto her and her alone.
Then she kissed him.I love you. I trust you. We will be ok.She didn’t say the words, but he felt them as she poured every ounce of love and comfort into her kiss. She felt him resist for the briefest instant, before caving into his need for her, a need that ignited instantly and wildly, like a match into a pool of gasoline.
Yes. I need you.
This is what she needed, what she craved. She groaned as he succumbed to his desire, his mouth ravaging hers. His hands ran up her thighs to grasp her naked hips, pulling her soaking core onto his straining erection, her hips instinctively moving, rubbing that impossibly sensitive part of her against the hard bulge in his pants. There was no time for either of them, they were both so on edge, desperately needing to be physically joined.
Her hands shook as she reached down between them to fumble with his belt buckle. Meanwhile, one of his hands slipped underneath her ass, pressing two fingers deeply inside her. Her hips jerked at the invasion of pleasure, her passage clenching around the poor substitute for his engorged arousal.
“God, Beth, you are so wet, so ready for me,”Darcy growled, as his fingers rubbed and massaged inside of her.
“I need you inside me, please. I’m going to come,”she begged, finally unzipping his pants to free his erection.
The next moment, her hips were lifted up and immediately thrust down as he plunged completely inside of her heat. His shout overtook hers at the intense pleasure that shook them both. Her hips began to move frantically, up and down against him, the friction of their position massaging her clit to the point where Beth no longer knew what was happening, only that if she kept moving in this way it would bring her the release she needed.
