Part 5 (2/2)
His expression looked troubled, a frown creasing his forehead. ”Not the way I want to.”
Her hands caressed the tops of his shoulders. ”The team's not wired in, and Quentin told us to play. Betcha we can find a way to melt your metal.”
Joe chuckled. ”I didn't know you were such a nasty girl.” He leaned toward her and licked her lips. ”Is it just coitus that's strictly against Quentin's rules?”
She sucked his tongue between her lips and bit gently. ”You're starting to sound like him.”
”G.o.d forbid.” He shuddered.
Darcy laughed and framed his face with her hands. ”I think it's f.u.c.king he has a problem with. He seems very possessive of my c.u.n.t.”
”Don't blame him,” he muttered.
”But there's so much else we could do.” She kissed him. ”I'm so hot now, I can't wait.”
A smile curved his lips. ”We're undercover. Have to play like the natives, don't we?”
Darcy groaned. ”Like I said, he started this.” Can I face Joe in the morning like nothing happened between us? Will our friends.h.i.+p change?
Joe's grasp tightened on her hips. ”Put your hands inside my pants, Darcy.”
She liked the baldness of his command. ”Okay. You first.” She unsnapped his jeans and slid down the zipper. His s.e.x sprang into her hands. His c.o.c.k was fully engorged and hot to her touch. The skin stretching over it was smooth like satin. ”Did I tell you how beautiful your c.o.c.k is?”
Joe's eyes closed for a moment. When he opened them again, his gaze was stark with longing. ”Did I tell you, you have the prettiest t.i.ts I've ever seen?”
Thrilled by the compliment, she blushed. ”You're full of s.h.i.+t. You just want to f.u.c.k me.”
His cheeks flushed red, and his jaw tightened. ”h.e.l.l, yeah. But, it's true. Your nipples are dark pink, just like your pretty c.u.n.t.”
Darcy's heart raced, and her hands squeezed his c.o.c.k. She liked dirty talk.
Joe leaned forward to kiss her, and she glided her hands over his erection, up and down. Squeezing, twisting.
He leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. ”I'm already there, baby. I'm gonna come all over you.”
Darcy took his lips in a deep, grinding kiss and thrust her tongue inside while she pumped her hands faster.
He pulled his mouth from hers and gasped. ”s.h.i.+t!” Spurts of white pearlescent c.u.m striped her bare belly.
”There are limits to my largesse.”
Darcy gasped and released Joe's c.o.c.k at Quentin's curt tone. She looked up to see him standing over them, hands clenched at his sides.
Chest still heaving, Joe reached for his T-s.h.i.+rt and wiped Darcy's belly clean. ”Sorry about that, old man.” Only, he didn't look sorry at all.
”Time to go.” After Joe stood, Quentin's hand grasped Darcy's, and he hauled her up into his arms. ”You don't seem to take instruction very well, my dear.”
With her jeans sagging mid-thigh, Darcy summoned what was left of her pride. ”I make my own choices.”
”That's where you're wrong. You haven't any choices. I'm making them for you. And by G.o.d, you will be mine.” His hands slid over her b.u.t.tocks, and he tugged up her pants.
Darcy fumbled with the zipper and snap, and then gasped again when he spun her and reached for the halves of her halter.
His hands smoothed the fabric over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and then he fastened the clasp at the back of her neck.
Trembling, Darcy didn't resist when one hand grasped her crotch and the other palmed her breast.
”Mine, Darcy,” he whispered in her ear.
Quentin followed close on Darcy's heels as she sped to her front door. All night long, he'd simmered. The sight of her hands wrapped around Joe Garcia's c.o.c.k as the other man gained his satisfaction had boiled like an ulcer in his gut.
After two more fruitless stops at vampire dens, he finally had her to himself. He'd toyed with her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and sweet c.u.n.t at each of the h.e.l.ls until her fevered gaze and the aroma of her arousal had nearly driven him mad.
Joe had watched Quentin's seduction, impotent, his fists on his thighs, his gaze bleak. When Joe'd finally dropped them at the curb in front of her house, he'd mumbled something about making reports and gunned the engine as he left.
This time, Quentin would have her to himself. No interruptions-and a bed beneath her back while he ravaged her senseless. After tonight, she'd have no doubts about which man she preferred between her legs.
Quentin didn't heed the voice in the back of his mind warning him to woo her. He would take her. Fierce and hard.
Darcy fumbled with the keys and dropped them.
Quentin smiled, grim satisfaction filling him. She had reason to be nervous. He was going to eat her up. Wring every drop of sweet cream she had to give. After he taught her a lesson.
He stepped beside her and s.n.a.t.c.hed the keys from the ground. Holding them out for her, he relished the tremor he detected when her hands accepted the keys.
This time, she opened the door and shoved it wide. ”I'm tired. Goodnight,” she said over her shoulder, heading straight for her bedroom. With a jerk, she tried to slam her door closed.
Instead, he put out a hand to stop it, and he shoved the door open and advanced into the room, stalking her.
Darcy walked backward. ”You're angry. And I suppose-from your viewpoint-you have reason to be.”
His smile grew as she babbled and took a step backward for each one he advanced.
He admired the stubborn tilt of her chin. She didn't lack courage.
”But you haven't any right to your anger. You don't own me.”
When her thighs met the side of the mattress, she tried to sidestep him, but he grasped the edges of her miniscule top and tore it down the middle, halving the slender strips of fabric. Perfect for what he had in mind.
Gasping, she backed onto the mattress and then crawled away on all fours.
Quentin leapt onto the bed and straddled her back. His hand smoothed over her bare skin and cupped her shoulders.
She shuddered beneath him, the quaking raising his already rock-hard c.o.c.k. ”All right. You win. I want to f.u.c.k just as much as you do. You've been driving me crazy all night.”
He traced her spine with a finger. ”I'm not giving you what you want. Not until you beg. And then, I'll make you wait some more before I let you come.”
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