Part 7 (2/2)

Quentin followed, his o.r.g.a.s.m rising from his toes, tightening his thighs and b.a.l.l.s, slamming through his c.o.c.k. With one last thrust into her rippling sheath, he roared as a stream of c.u.m shot into her womb.

When the haze receded, he was still staring down at her, and her v.a.g.i.n.a milked his c.o.c.k with one last, deep caress. He released her thighs to slide along his hips to the bed, but he lay, draped over her body, reluctant to break their connection.

”I want to get up,” she said.

Quentin laid his hand on her breast. ”I thought we might stay like this. Sleep for a while.”

Darcy dropped her gaze. ”I need to do some things.”

He opened his mouth to cajole her, and then thought better of it. Why did it matter to him? If she didn't want to remain in his embrace, what of it? ”Sure.” He withdrew his c.o.c.k from her slowly, noting her slight wince. Poor thing was sore. He had ridden her hard. The thought pleased him immensely. She'd have a physical reminder of his prowess.

The purr of an engine pulling in front of the house drew both their attentions. ”Your partner's returned from his sulk. I wonder if he found company.”

Darcy pushed at his shoulders.

Quentin rolled onto his back. ”I guess you'd better speak to him, to a.s.sure him I haven't bitten off your head.”

She was already headed to the shower without a backward glance.

”But no exchange of bodily fluids! Do you understand me?” he called after her.

Darcy lifted her hand and shot him the bird.

He grinned. The woman was a hard case. A stubborn minx who was proving a delight to master. She hadn't worked it all out yet, but she'd come around. He didn't believe for a minute that she had actually conceded. But, he still hadn't unleashed his full a.r.s.enal of tricks. He yawned and was asleep in moments.

Darcy shut the door quietly behind her, leaving Quentin sleeping like the dead. Wondering what self-immolating demon possessed her, she padded to the guest room and rapped lightly on the door. ”Joe?”

”Go away, Darcy.” He sounded irritated.

She bit her lip. The smart thing to do would be to walk away and let them both have some distance and rest. But, she wasn't accustomed to letting problems lie. She wouldn't be able to sleep until things were right between them. Quentin had to be wrong. Joe wasn't in love with her. He'd been as carried away by the moment at the vampire's den as she'd been. That's all.

There was no good reason for this chasm to stretch between them. They'd been friends too long. She knocked again.

The door swung open.

Joe's wide, naked chest filled her view. Her mouth went dry, and she cleared her throat. ”I thought we might talk.”

He looked beyond her into the living room, his face set in a cold mask. ”Boyfriend let you off the leash?”

”He's not my boyfriend.”

”That's supposed to make me feel better? You f.u.c.k him. What should I call him?”

”Look, just forget it.” Irritation tightened her muscles, and she turned to retreat.

Joe's hand stopped her. He grabbed her shoulder, his fingers softening to caress her. ”Sorry I barked. I don't have the right to reprimand you.”

Darcy glanced back at him and dropped her gaze, afraid of what she'd read in his expression. Disappointment might break her heart. But looking down turned out to be a bad move. The crisp, dark hairs that arrowed beneath the waist of his sweatpants drew her gaze to his erection, which tented beneath the soft gray fabric. She cleared her throat.

”Yeah. I've been like this all night.”

”Why?” She nearly strangled on the word, her mouth had gone so dry.

”You don't get it, do you?” He stalked her like a panther into the hallway until her back met the opposite wall. He braced both hands against the wall, surrounding her with muscle without touching her. ”Every time I close my eyes, I see you with your hands wrapped around my c.o.c.k. Then I imagine what that sweet pink mouth of yours would feel like when it opens for me to come inside.”

Darcy remembered his beautiful, creamy-cocoa c.o.c.k and fought the wave of heat that swept over her. ”Why are you telling me this now, Joe?”

”Because you're slipping through my fingers. I gave you time to get over Manny. Time to see me. I thought I had plenty of it remaining.” He tugged a lock of her hair. ”I guess I'm just not the right species, am I?”

Darcy jerked. ”Don't be an a.s.shole about this.”

His hand curved around her breast and her nipple pebbled, drawing deliciously tight. Joe grunted. ”Huh. Has he been neglecting these little wonders?” He bent in front of her and opened his mouth over the tip, wetting her T-s.h.i.+rt, sucking so hard Darcy's toes curled into the cream-colored carpet.

”Stop it, Joe.”

”I just want a taste.” His hands reached beneath her T-s.h.i.+rt, and he grew still. He glanced up at her. ”No panties? What were you thinking?”

”I wasn't.”

”Liar.” He gathered the edges of her s.h.i.+rt and lifted it to bare her p.u.s.s.y to his gaze. ”Are you dripping with his c.u.m?”

He inserted a finger and Darcy's head hit the wall behind her. He brought it to his mouth. ”Sweet. You must have bathed first. Good thinking.” He knelt and opened her with his fingers, exposing her c.l.i.toris, then leaned forward.

Darcy nearly leapt out of her skin at the first flutter of his tongue. She braced her hands on his shoulders, sure she would slide into a puddle at any moment. Too much stimulation-too soon after being with Quentin. The sight of Joe's dark head moving between her legs swept away the last protest she could utter.

His tongue swirled on her c.l.i.t, and her knees grew weak. He subst.i.tuted the pad of his thumb and increased the pressure. Then his tongue dove into her c.u.n.t and lapped.

”You're so hot here, Da.r.s.e, swollen. That b.a.s.t.a.r.d.” His tongue returned to torture her some more.

A gush of liquid antic.i.p.ation greeted his tongue, and he groaned. ”Christ, you're sweet. Will you come for me?”

She sobbed when he finger-f.u.c.ked her-three long fingers, thrust as far as he could reach. Her hips ground down on his hand.

”Baby, this is for you.” His mouth latched onto her c.l.i.t and he suctioned hard, at the same time rotating his fingers, twisting so his knuckles sc.r.a.ped her tender channel.

She was coming apart. The intensity of her pa.s.sion frightened her. How could she want this after a night spent in her vampire's arms? ”Joe. You have to stop.” She pulled his hair hard.

He halted, his chest heaving. He turned his face into her belly.

G.o.d help me. How can I deny him? I love him, too!

Joe stood, his shoulders slumped.

Darcy couldn't bear to see his dejection. She was lying to herself, and to him. She wanted him every bit as much as she had wanted Quentin. Both men called to her newly awakened sensuality. She wished she could squelch the feeling as quickly as it had arisen, but there it was. She desired them both with a longing that made her knees weak and her p.u.s.s.y weep. How could any emotion so powerful be wrong?

She reached for the waist of his sweatpants and tugged them down his hips.

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