“Mmm, you can have it whenever you want, baby. All you have to do is ask.”
“I will.” He grinned mischievously and I smirked because I was pretty sure Darcy was going to start asking for it when we were at work just to see how I reacted. “Now it’s your turn,” he added, stepping back to peel off his T-shirt. “I think you promised something about getting noise complaints?”
I chuckled as I walked over to grab the lube from on top of his chest of drawers, ignoring the slight wobble in my legs. “I did. And if you get on the bed, I can keep my promise.”
Darcy threw off the rest of his clothes at speed and hurled himself onto the bed, laughing as he faceplanted the pillows. He was so carefree, so happy, and it was everything. His joy was contagious, and I wanted to bottle it. Not to take it away but so I could remember it forever.
He rolled over and spread his legs, beckoning me with a finger, and who was I to say no to that invitation?
I pounced on him, kissing him fervently before starting to work my way slowly down his body, seeing how many noises I could draw out of him with every kiss, lick, suck, and touch. Darcy was beautifully uninhibited, his whines and needy moans filling the room and I’d never heard anything sweeter.
He cried out as I teasingly flicked my tongue over the head of his cock then wrapped my lips around him, sucking him lightlybefore I pulled off to bury my face between his cheeks and feast on his hole. I lost myself in pleasure as I moved between his arse and his cock, using my tongue and fingers to make him writhe and gasp as a babbled stream of desperate pleas for more dripped from Darcy’s lips.
When he finally came, it was with three fingers stretching his hole and stroking his prostate, and his cock in my mouth so I could taste him on my tongue. He screamed with delight, his body trembling as bliss overwhelmed him, and I gently stroked his shaking thigh with my other hand to steady him.
I swallowed his cum and gently pulled my fingers out of him, releasing his cock and giving the soft shaft a kiss. “Was that a good enough celebration?” I asked as I crawled up his body to kiss his mouth.
“Yeah,” he said breathlessly, kissing me tiredly. I loved how sleepy he got after sex—it was so adorable I wanted to melt. “Do you want… do you want to stay for dinner? We could order something?”
“Sounds good,” I said, my heart pounding wildly in a way I knew wasn’t only from sex.
“Good,” he said. “How about pizza? Or we could go out? I mean, is it bad to order something when half the places are five minutes away?”
“We can order and then go and collect. Although you will have to get dressed.”
“I can do that.” He smiled and kissed me again. “And afterwards, maybe then I can ride you? As long as we’re not too full. Or we could fuck lazily on the sofa, then we don’t really have to move, and I still get your dick again.”
I grinned and stole another kiss. It was terrifying, but I was starting to realise that, when it came to me, Darcy could have anything he wanted.
Was I terrified because I loved the idea? Or because I thought I’d get hurt? Or for some other reason? I didn’t know and wasn’t even sure I wanted to figure it out.
All I really wanted was for Darcy to be happy.
No matter the cost.
“Whatever you want, angel.”
Chapter Fifteen
Owen
“Hey, Owen, have you got a second?”Alfie asked as he ducked into the kitchen, a bright smile on his face. From behind him, I could hear the loud hum of busy chatter and laughter from the shop where everyone and their nan seemed to be out for ice cream before the summer holidays finally ended.
“Sure, what’s up?” I asked, putting down the knife I’d been using to chop some sponge fingers for another batch of tiramisu. It’d been super popular in the last couple of days since we’d launched it, and it was amazing to see people so excited about it.
“Nothing. You’ve just got visitors. Although they said if you’re busy then not to worry about it.”
I grinned because I knew exactly who it was. “You’re all right, I’ll come through.”
Following him out, I saw my dad waiting with my brother, Matthew, and my two nibs. The youngest, Maggie, was asleep in her pram, but Lando, who was two-and-a-half, was swinging on my brother’s arm and giggling wildly. He wasn’t wearing shoesand was covered in sand, which was about right for Lando. I was more surprised my brother had convinced him to put clothes on.
“Ey up,” Dad said, shooting me a broad smile. “Thought we’d come and surprise you.”
“I have no idea who you are,” I said with a laugh as I ducked around the counter. “Especially not this one.” I winked at my brother as Lando threw himself at my legs.
“Nice to see you too,” Matthew said. He was two years younger than me and two inches taller, something he’d always loved reminding me of when we were teenagers and he’d had his first growth spurt at fifteen. He’d always been a solid, steady person—both physically and in temperament. It didn’t surprise me he’d stayed in Heather Bay, deepening his roots until they were as solid as an ancient oak.
Our different approaches to life had frustrated the pair of us for years, both of us wishing the other would change. But recently, that had eased. I didn’t know if it was because of Dad, or if having two kids under three had finally exhausted Matthew enough to give up nagging, but we’d been getting on a lot better since I got back.
