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I opened my mouth to tell Antoine to stop teasing him, but he beat me to it.
"Disrobe." The commanding power in Antoine's voice was hard to ignore, but it wasn't for me.
Darren stood. His fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one. My gaze ate up each inch of skin he revealed, licking my lips. He shrugged out of his jacket and shirt and I watched them fall to the floor with more fascination than I'd had for anything else.
My eyes move back to Darren's naked chest. He wasn't built like the twins, or slender like Wynn and Rayne. His shoulders were broad, and the muscle on his chest made me wonder how he hid all of it beneath his suits. Good tailors, I supposed. My hands itched to touch the ridges along his stomach, to trail the dark hair that made a path into his pants.
When Darren's hands went to the waist of his pants, my breath caught. The snap of the button and unzipping reverberated in the quiet of the room.
"Touch him, Piper," Antoine's voice murmured in my ear, his fingers dragging down the side of my shorts before teasing the edge of my pubic bone. "I can feel your heart race with need. Touch our Darren. I know you want to."
Licking my lips, I lifted my eyes to meet Darren's. He had paused in his movements at Antoine's words, waiting to see what I would do.
I slid away from Antoine, my arm going out the few feet between us to touch Darren's stomach. My fingertips trailed over the muscles, marveling at the strength beneath the smooth skin. I was having a hard time imagining Darren at the gym. He didn’t seem the type to work on his body the way he worked on the carpets at the manor. It made me wonder what else I didn't know about Darren.
When I found the edge of his underwear peeking out from his undone pants, Darren sucked in a breath.
I hesitated.
"Help him," Antoine encouraged in my ear, his fingers playing along my hip bone. "Touch him as I touch you."
I sat up slightly so I could use my other hand and grabbed both sides of Darren's pants. My gaze lifted to Darren's, watching him as I dragged the pants down off his hips. He wore dark blue boxer briefs that clung to his hips and thick thighs. I laughed slightly.
"Something funny?" Darren asked his voice rough and low.
I smiled up at him. "I don't know why, but I expected whitey tighties."
Darren's lips jerked.
Antoine's fingers dipped beneath the waistband of my shorts, bringing my attention back to the task at hand.
I had a brief moment where I couldn't do anything but breathe, and even that came out as a stuttering moan. I pushed at Antoine's hand. "I can't concentrate when you do that."
His laughter rumbled against my back. "My apologies." Shifting his hand back to my hip, he urged me on, "Finish it, Piper."
Moving out of Antoine's embrace, I pushed up to my knees, so I sat before Darren on the edge of the bed. Breathing deeply, I reached for the last article of clothing. I held my breath as I pulled the elastic down his hips, exposing the top of his pubic hair. I shifted closer on my knees, reaching behind Darren to slide the fabric over his buttocks.
My finger skimmed the skin of his butt, and I somehow remembered how to breathe. Then I realized how very close I had brought myself to Darren. Staring intensely into his dark gaze, I pushed his underwear the final length letting it fall down his legs.
I wanted to look. I wanted to look so badly it hurt. Except for a part of me knew that if I did, something would change between us. I'd seen his dick before in the office with Antoine.
At that time though, I'd been pissed off and not in the mood to play. I wanted to play now.
Darren was incredibly careful not to touch me. Almost as if he were afraid. I glanced back at Antoine, making sure he hadn’t suddenly changed his mind as he was prone to do.
The heat in Antoine’s eyes sent a shiver of need through me. No. He hadn't changed his mind.
Turning back to Darren, I let my eyes drop. There was a spackle of dark hair around his length. Neatly trimmed as expected. Not surprisingly, Darren wasn't circumcised. The only one of the men cut besides Marcus, I didn't know what was going on in his pants, was Rayne. Which made sense. Rayne was the youngest of them and didn't become a vampire until circumcision was popular with humans.
"What is it?" Darren breathed out heavily.
I shook my head. "Nothing."
Antoine's hand picked up mine, his bare body pressed against my back. When he'd moved or even when he'd disrobed, I didn't know.
I allowed Antoine to lead my hand toward Darren. Somehow, wrapping my hand around the hot length of Darren with Antoine was sexier than if I'd done it myself. The small sound Darren let out as Antoine stroked my hand down him made me smile.
We worked Darren until he was panting. He reached a hand out and grabbed Antoine's shoulder behind me, bracing himself.
