by T. L Smith
I lean up on my tippy toes and whisper in his ear, “As long as you do it with your tongue between my legs, your hands on my body and finishing with your cock in my pussy, I don’t care what you do.” I pull back to see his eyes have turned darker than I’ve ever seen them before. I smile up at him.
“You’re playing games only I can win,” he states.
“I let you think you’re winning when really it’s me.”
He pulls me out onto the dance floor and neither of us notice anyone else as he spins me, pulling me to him, keeping our bodies flush the whole time.
“I’m more than happy to play that game.” He dips me, my neck exposed, and I feel the tickle of his lips on my bare skin as I close my eyes, waiting, but nothing comes, so I open them to see him staring at me. “You’re a game I don’t want to win,” he finally says lifting me back up, keeping me flush to him.
“You don’t want to win me?” I ask confused.
“No. I don’t want to lose you, and I lose everything in my life. It’s just a matter of time before the game starts, and I win. But it’s not really winning when I’m left alone.” His words make me pause, and I reach up and touch his face. There’s light stubble there, and I touch it with my fingers.
“I’m kind of glue, if you haven’t noticed. You fire me, and I come back smiling.”
“That’s what I’m hoping for.” He leans in, and just before his lips touch mine, someone taps my shoulder and the swaying of our hips stop as Slate stands there.
“Can I cut in?” Slate asks Darby.
He nods his head, steps back, and lets him step in. Slate pulls me to him just not as close as I was with Darby as we start to dance. We know how to dance with each other from years of practice. We move as if our bodies are synchronized as one.
“I really have missed you,” I say squeezing his shoulder.
“He’s a man who won’t let go. Are you prepared for that?” I glance over his shoulder to see Darby staring, watching us.
“I’m used to domineering men, Slate, you should know that.”
“Not this kind, Olympia. Your father was always lenient with you. This man wants to possess you. You know he hired this whole place when I said I wanted to take you dancing?”
“That’s a nice thing, Slate.”
“It is, but the bit I’m worried about is that you may fall harder than he does.” I look up to him. “I know what it’s like to fall for someone, and for them not to love you as much you love them.”
“I’m sorry, Slate.”
He shakes his head. “It’s okay, I’ve accepted it, and I would all over again. That’s what love is, but I’m afraid it may not be enough for you.” He pauses, stops moving, and looks at me. “Just take it slow, and don’t hand your heart over until you know it’s safe in his hands.” He steps away, putting some distance between us.
“Where are you going?”
“I have to go home. I think I came for what we needed… we needed closure. I don’t blame you, Olympia, I never did. I simply wanted you to heal.” He walks away, leaving me standing on the dance floor watching his retreating form abandoning me. Hands wrap around my waist, and I’m pulled back into a body that makes every part of me sing. When I turn around, I realize I don’t know if I can keep my heart safe. Because the way it’s beating right now for him makes me scared. Very fucking scared.
24
Darby
She sways in my arms, and I watch as her ex leaves with only a backward glance in our direction. He loves her, it’s clear in the way he is with her and when she’s not watching. Brushing her now dark blonde hair away from her cheek as she turns to face me, she smiles up at me.
“I’ve had such a bad few days.”
I nod, not wanting to ask questions I’m not entitled to know the answers to.
“Tell me something no one else knows.” She lays her head on my chest as we continue to dance.
“I’m scared I won’t be enough for him,” I finally say.
She pulls back and grimaces at me. Her eyebrows squint in confusion, then her eyes scan me up and down with a caress I’ve never been victim to before.
I take a step back from her. the way she’s looking at me frightens me for many reasons.
“You will be, and because you think that, you will be, for sure.” Her eyes don’t leave mine, but her gray eyes regard me waiting for something. “Thank you for telling me that,” she says as the music seems to grow silent, and we’re the only two in the room.
“I would like to kiss you now.”
It takes me two steps to erase the distance that’s separating us and my hands to grab her, dragging her to me, so I can do just that. She makes a sound of surprise when my arms wind around her back our lips inches away. I don’t stop as my lips beg to touch hers. She obliges, reaching up and kissing me strongly.
Something has changed between us. I didn’t know it before, but I know it now. I’m falling for her, in what aspect I’m not even sure. But never have I ever let a woman get as close to me as I’m letting her. She seems to be my exception. Why? I’ve still yet to figure out.
“Wahoo, get a room, would you?” Her lips kiss mine one more time before we pull apart. Falcon still has his fingers on his lips as he whistles loudly for the world to hear. I wave him off and look back to her.
“Do you still love him?”
“Yes.” The heart’s hard when it’s under strain. “But I am not in love with him anymore. He knows that. We shared something no other person can understand but us.”
I nod. Not because I understand, but because I get it. I shared something with Cleo that no one could ever understand and no one ever will.
“I didn’t love her, if you were wondering,” I admit. Her gray eyes search mine. “I’ve never loved any woman in that way. I have loved others as any human being does. My son is my life. My father, despite his ways, loved me more than life itself. But a woman’s never been on my radar.”
“That’s fine, Darby, you know you don’t need to. To be honest, I don’t want that. I like the fun we have, let’s keep it at that.”
Her words shock me, it’s not the way I thought the conversation was going, I assumed I would have been the one to finish my sentence with ‘so don’t expect something I can’t give,’ but she beat me to it.
“I can only give you that. Are you sure that’s enough for you?”
She nods. “It’s enough, trust me.” She steps back into my arms and somehow the music which was silent is actually still playing as she starts to sway in my arms.
“Guys, we are off. The place is yours. Cameras are off, have fun,” Echo shouts over the music. They all walk out, locking the door behind them and leaving us behind. She pulls back to check around, and I can’t help myself, I’m a man at her mercy, and when she looks at me my mind goes blank, and I can only see her.
“Darby…” If possession were true, I’d be the one possessed easily by her right now. By her smile, her lips, by the sway of her hips as she pushes against me. She’s the witch in this story, and the spell she’s conjuring is one I’m singing to.
“Olympia,” I answer her as her melody plays on repeat in my head.
My hands lift under her, cupping her ass, and as I carry her, she wraps her legs around my hips until we reach an empty table. This place isn’t overly large, and the dance floor is circled by tables on the outside. One of which her ass is now firmly sitting on. Lifting up her dress that fits her body snuggly, she smiles as I come into contact with nothing but bare skin.
“Nothing on underneath.”
“This dress shows lines, couldn’t have that.”
I bite at her ear. “I like it.”
She bites mine back. “I know.” Then pushes herself against me as my straining cock pokes against my trousers. “Now, how about you remove it so we can get to the good stuff.”
I like the way she thinks, so I do just that, tearing the dress from her. She leans back with a look of pure lust written over her face as
she gazes at me up and down.
“Your turn, big man, it’s not just me who has to be naked.” She winks.
It takes me a matter of seconds before I join her, my body going back to hers on the table.
“Better, my lady?”
She nods in approval with a smile adorning her lips. She leans forward, bringing our bodies as close as possible while wrapping her arms around my neck.
“Let’s not play. I’m in desperate need of you to the point I’m almost starving.”
I nod my head, liking the sound of that, but also wanting to taste her. Next time I’ll take my time, but tonight we’re both too eager and hungry for one another.
Hands grip each other’s bodies hard as she pushes herself closer to my eager cock. I can feel him at her entrance, and I’m desperate for what she’ll give me. Her eyes, so dark tonight, lock onto mine, search for something that isn’t there. Nothing is there but pure fucking lust, and when she reads that, her lips press onto mine, her body pushing even closer, and I slowly, ever so slowly, drive myself into her.
She gasps into my mouth when I enter her, but her lips don’t leave mine. When I’m fully seated, I stay still, her lips moving but our bodies not. She pulls back, takes a breath of air, and I push her back so I can see her, all of her. Olympia’s body hits the table, and I run my hand from her pussy, up her stomach, and in between her perfect set of tits before I reach her mouth. She takes my finger, inserts it into her mouth and when she does, her body starts rocking. Olympia’s the first to move, and fuck it feels good, so fucking good. Pulling my now wet finger free, I play with her nipple, circling it, then leaning forward so my mouth can cover and bite down hard. She tastes like all my favorites. No, she tastes like her. That’s my favorite.
“Darby…” She pushes her fingers through my hair while my cock is still in her, and my mouth covers her tit while my free one squeezes her other nipple. The simple movement makes me pull back and push into her. Olympia’s eyes close for a brief second before they open up, and slowly but steadily, a smile sneaks onto her lips.
“I like it when you give me you.” I don’t understand her words, but I smile at them anyway, and my hips start moving, rocking faster and faster into her. Her hands move to her own hair and grip it so tight that I know she’s on the verge of coming. Reaching down between us, I play with her clit, pushing her along the way because I love it when she comes and her pussy squeezes the fuck out of my cock. Plus, the way she looks when she does is my favorite look on her.
“Just wait,” I say pulling out.
Her eyes spring open and anger’s written over her face. She sits up, smacks my chest hard. Her mouth opens and before she can say another word, I have her lifted and stuck to me. She holds onto me for dear life as I push my cock back inside her. Rocking her up and down, she helps by moving with me, and as she bounces on my cock, her nails dig into my back. Her mouth is on my shoulder, and she bites as her build up comes even faster now.
“Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop,” she swears at me while her hands grip onto me. Her head lifts, and her face is now in clear view. She closes her eyes, and in that exact moment, she comes. Her mouth parts ever so slightly, her lips full and pink. The line of her neck on full display, making me want to kiss every inch of it too. I know it all in such full detail now.
Her pussy tightens even more, and within seconds, I’m coming too. We both come down from our high, and I take us to the floor, keeping her on top of me so she won’t get dirty as I lay us backward. Her fingers finally move, and she touches my chest.
“How does it feel, to be a dad?” Her words surprise me, so much so that it takes me a little while to answer her.
“Like I was meant to be with him.”
She nods then stares off at something in the distance—I don’t think she’s staring at anything in particular, maybe just thinking about something.
“You would have been a great mother, I know that.”
A tear leaks free, and she does nothing to catch it. So I lean up and kiss it away.
“She was so tiny… so, so, tiny. She wasn’t ready for the outside world on that fateful day. She was meant to stay in me, she was meant to be safe in there.”
What do you say to words such as those? I wouldn’t know what I’d do if Charles were taken away from me. I might honestly kill someone. Scrap that, I would kill everyone. No one would be immune to my wrath.
I stroke her hair, and she lays her head on my chest, and I hope it’s enough to help her in this moment. Even if it’s just a little.
25
Olympia
If Jason Momoa, Brad Pitt, and Henry Cavil were to create someone with their most liked features and turn them into a work of art, you’d have Darby. From his silent self with a sly smile if you are lucky to receive one, to his beautiful hair and perfectly tanned skin with ridges of lickable muscle, he’s all man. His children will never want for more with that gene pool, of that I am sure. Hell, I don’t even want for more when I’m near him. He is, without a doubt, one of the most intriguingly good-looking men I’ve ever met or had the pleasure to be around.
Darby strokes my hair, and in this moment, things are okay. Life isn’t a shitstorm, and we lie here like two people who have found each other who didn’t know we needed finding. I need to break away before I give him more of me and risk hurting myself all over again. That I can’t afford to do. I’m already in pieces, and the last bit, if I gave it to him, I think he could destroy me.
I pull away, and his hand grips on my bare ass. “I think it’s time I go.”
“You’re coming back to work tomorrow?” he asks, his voice leaving no room for discussion, but I answer him anyway. “Yes. If you still want me there.”
He leans up and kisses my lips fast, lingering ever so slightly before he pulls away. “Yes, we can keep it professional.” His words are so untrue, I want to laugh.
“Like when you fucked me on one of the beds? Yep, real professional that was.” I wink at him, standing and reaching for my dress. He does the same, standing, dusting himself off as he goes. I take the opportunity to stare at him, because you can never get enough of Darby’s handsome features. His darker blond hair, the dip of his V that leads to his magnificent cock that I ever so love.
“If you keep staring at me like that I may have to fuck you again.”
“Promises, promises.” I wave him off with a smile.
“I don’t make promises, I just do it.”
That I believe. My eyes travel the length of him one last time.
He clicks his fingers. “Eyes, woman… you’re making my cock hard again.” I can see it growing, so I bend over in front of him to try and put my dress on, and I hear him hiss behind me.
“That’s not fair, not fair at all.” A hand comes down hard on my ass, slapping it with an almighty clap, and I yelp, stepping into my dress and pulling it up my body as quickly as I can.
Reality hits me that this isn’t just a ‘wham bam thank you ma’am’ we’re playing at. Instead, we are talking and having fun. How is this meant to work?
“I have to go.” I grab my heels, and my feet are moving bare before I can hear another word he has to say.
“You need to come back. You’ve been gone way too long,” I complain into the phone to Johnny.
“I am. I’m coming back in a week.” He pauses. “What’s the rush? It’s good pay.”
“Darby,” I breathe into the phone.
“Oh, honey, do not tell me you fell for that man. He’s not one you should be playing with.”
“No… we just…” I can’t seem to make sense of any of it. What am I meant to say?
“You did, you two have been playing. Why him? He’s an asshole,” he moans into the phone. “Hot, but an asshole nonetheless.”
I laugh at his words. “It just kind of happened. I didn’t mean for it to happen.”
“Blah blah, that’s always the way.” We laugh, then he pauses. “Don’t fall in love with him. I’m ba
ck in a week.”
“I won’t,” I tell myself more than him.
Johnny laughs then ends the call. The minute I’m off, I go through my emails to find a few from my brother, one of him apologizing for the way he got me to go home, but I can’t even be mad at him because it was good that I did go back. I needed to end that chapter, or it would have haunted me for a very long time.
I press call knowing he’ll be awake, and I can’t sleep because I’m afraid if I do I’ll dream of him.
“What if I was asleep?” are the first words Barren says to me.
“You weren’t, you hardly sleep.”
“This is true. Now what can I help my sister with?”
“I got your email.” I can imagine him nodding his head to my words through the phone.
“Are you coming home then?” he asks, a little hope held in his voice. The last part in his email is asking me to take a bigger role in the company. One as large as his.
“You know it was Dad’s idea too, not just mine.”
“It was yours,” I say while shaking my head. He might be strong-headed like my father, but they have grown so much since when I was a little girl, and I couldn’t do anything because it was the boy’s job to do it all. It’s how I was raised, how they were raised.
“It was both, you deserve it. You know everything about it as much as anyone, come and take some weight off my shoulders.”
“I like not living there,” I finally say, and it feels good to get that fact off my chest.
“Olympia,” he says my name but there’s no follow-up.
“It’s just so much being there. I love home, don’t get me wrong. But I need fresh. It’s good for me to be away from something that holds all my most painful memories.”
“What about us?” he asks.
“You two aren’t, you know that. And I promise I won’t wait so long to come back home and visit.”
“How about you run some of the accounts then?”