Cleo: My mother fucking toy died.
Mr. Darcy: Shhhhh… Just use your fingers. Close your eyes, small circles, imagine I’m lying beside you, kissing you and rubbing your clit in slow and measured circles.
She closed her eyes and did as he suggested, panting harder with each circle she drew on her throbbing clit. The orgasm that tore through her ripped a ragged scream from her chest as she shuddered and twitched. With shaking hands she picked up her phone.
Cleo: I made a mess. Don’t leave me messy alone, Mr. Darcy.
It was a couple of minutes before he replied.
Mr. Darcy: Your wish is my command, milady. Fuck. Thank you, I needed that.
She smiled, muscles heavy, and a wave of contentment rippling through her.
Mr. Darcy: Don’t move if you don’t have to. Stay here and close your eyes. Sleep, Lizzy. I’ll be here in the morning.
His reassuring nature fed her insecure heart. It was as if he knew what she was thinking and feeling without her having to say anything. And instead of calling her out on it, he’d tailor his texts to soothe her anxiety. Her sigh turned into a yawn.Shit. My assignment.
Guilt pounded in her temples. She opened her email to send a message to her professor and paused. She’d need her laptop.
Throwing back the blanket, an email caught her eye. Linc had completed the part of the assignment she was planning on turning in, and had submitted it on time to the professor.
She scoffed, pulled the blanket back over herself and clicked on the attachment. Her jaw dropped open. Not only had he done the work, but he’d done it better than Cleo had attempted to.
Something dark and bitter twisted in her stomach. Jealousy? Anger? She couldn’t place it, but knew it was irrational. She should be glad he’d done a good job and submitted it on time. But it whipped up her mind as she struggled to settle for the night.
Mr. Darcy: You okay?
Cleo: I am, thank you. Sleepy, keep yawning, but my mind is busy so I’m too awake.
Mr. Darcy: Tell your beautiful mind to pipe down. I’ll talk to you in the morning, okay?
Cleo: Promise?
Mr. Darcy: I promise, pretty girl x
Her heart squeezed. Lincoln Scott might have game in the classroom and on the ice, and, okay, fine, in a suit, but his cocky jock-ass wouldn’t ever make her heart race the same way Mr. Darcy did.
Cleo: Can’t wait x
Chapter 9
Lincoln
He couldn’t remember who the fuck had convinced him that a doing a kissing booth was a good idea but he was going to kill them with his bare hands. Sure it was for a good cause but that didn’t mean he had to like it. This shit belonged in high school with wedgies and prom.
One of the guys on the team had broken his leg pretty badly at a game a couple weeks back and needed a ramp installed at the house. The team were raising funds to make it happen, anything over and above what they needed for the ramp would be donated to the local women’s shelter that Molly and Will’s mom helped out at.
In the stands, the hockey team weren’t as popular as the football team, but based on the steady stream of women throwing money at them for kisses, they still had some lookers among them – those who still had all their teeth, anyway.
As usual, Russell and Austin were the most popular, something about their tall, dark, and brooding nature appealed to the ladies. Linc finally ‘got’ the draw of being mysterious. Lizzy’s mystery had him tangled up in knots, even when he stood kissing randomers in full view of anyone who passed by.
His line had died down long enough for him to text Elizabeth back. It had been a few days since their virtual date and he was still riding the high.
Elizabeth: I took anal for two hours again today! Felt awesome.
What. The. Fuck? His stomach dropped and an unexpected burst of jealousy slapped him like a cold shower.
Linc: Uhm. Excuse me?
