Without Consequence

by Michelle Corchis

  I pulled the curtain open and grabbed a towel to wrap around my waist, “Who the hell knocked on the goddamned door?” Still nothing, and I walked out into the kitchen and froze, there stood the one woman that turned me on and made my blood boil at the same time.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked as I busied myself with pouring a cup of coffee, “And where is everyone?” She didn’t answer me, only turned her back to me, “I didn’t kidnap your brother if that’s why you’re here,” still nothing from her. Then I saw her shoulders quake, and I placed my hand on the small of her back, and she turned and burrowed her face against my chest. I was shocked that she was crying, “What’s wrong, Darcy,” and I put my coffee down and held her tight.

  “It’s Austen, he… ”

  “He what, babe, tell me.” I pleaded, and she glanced up at me with her cheeks flushed, and her eyes puffy from crying.

  “I shouldn’t be here, but Austen said he had left some of his things here, so I wanted to get them,” she breathed in a shaky breath. “He was in a car accident early this morning, I guess he got it in his mind to go home and lost control of his car.” Her voice cracked, and it scared the hell out of me.

  “Is he okay, Darcy?” I asked, and she nodded. “Okay, if he’s fine, why are you falling apart? Who let you in, anyway?”

  “Your brother, Karson, let me in,” she sniffed. “He was waiting for me when I got here.”

  “What the hell, I go to take a shower, and all hell breaks loose!” I looked down at her, “Where is Austen, now? And why did you feel like you had to get his things now?”

  “You’re right. I didn’t mean to bother you. I’ll get Austen’s things and go,” she said, but I couldn’t let her leave when she was so upset.

  “Wait a minute,” I urged and covered her upper arm with my hand. I forced her against the wall and watched as her breasts rose and fell with each breath. “You’ve been driving me crazy for days, and you just happen to be in my house at five-thirty in the morning with not another soul here,” I braced my left hand on the wall beside her head. “I suppose you think that you can do whatever it is that you want to,” I whispered as I applied pressure with my right hand on her neck.

  “I,” she shuddered, “I didn’t want to be another notch on your bedpost.” Darcy arched her back, and her hardened nipples pierced my abdomen, as her breathing became shaky.

  Before I second-guessed what was happening, I pressed myself against her and claimed her mouth. It was a wild passionate kiss, all mashing teeth, biting lips, and sucking tongues. My cock was at attention like every other time I was around Darcy.

  At that moment, I didn’t want to think, I just wanted to feel… feel her body, get lost in everything that was her, and listen to her heartbeat when everything was silent.

  I pulled her jeans down and lifted her as she locked her legs around my hips, bucking like a wild animal. She pulled her shirt off, and her perfect tits had me dazed, hypnotized. Her pink nipples taunted me as I balanced her against the wall and pulled her panties to the side. Darcy let out a strangled gasp as I slid my fingers through her pussy lips. She was hot, so fucking hot and so damn wet. “I can’t hold back anymore,” I whispered against her lips.

  Her vibrant blue eyes were at half-mast as she reached between us and pulled the towel loose from my waist, “Neither can I,” Darcy muttered, biting my lip then soothing it with her tongue.

  “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath when I felt her small hand encompass my shaft. “Holy Christ, that feels so unbelievable, babe,” I grunted, my head resting on her shoulder as a shiver ran up my spine. I couldn’t remember the last time a woman touched me and had this effect. It was new territory and one that I wasn’t quite sure of, but this felt so right.

  Sex, after all, was just sex, just two bodies coming together for one goal. But this, this was different, it was nothing I’d ever felt before, and I reveled in it, I wanted to get lost in it. Darcy released me and licked her palm, grabbing me again, as she dropped to her knees.

  Her tongue pulsed around the head of my cock, and I had to pull her away, she was going to make me come. “Oh, fuck no, baby, not this time,” then I tossed her over my shoulder, slapping her luscious little heart-shaped ass as I hurried toward my room.

  “Hey,” she chuckled, “put me down.”

  “Oh, I plan to, right the fuck on my cock,” and I unceremoniously dropped her on my bed. I gave her no time to recover as I covered her body with mine, palming my shaft and pushing up through the warmth of her heat, bumping her clit, then dragging back to her entrance. Her eyes fluttered shut, and I watched the beauty under me become a shameless bundle of desire.

  In one fast thrust, I was sheathed inside her and stilled. I pulled in a deep breath because if I didn’t talk myself down, I would come like a fucking geyser, and I wanted to savor every single groove, moan, and smell to memory. After today, this girl was going to be mine, I was going to ruin her for every other man.

  I laid my body over hers, and every surge in, I rolled my hips to grind against her clit. She mewled like a cat in heat when I slid out, leaving just the tip in as I thrust back inside. Her pussy was tight as fuck, I didn’t know how long I’d be able to hold my shit together before her decadent heat made me come.

  “Fuck, so good,” I whispered breathlessly in her ear. “You okay?” She nodded and pushed her heels at the base of my back, “Just keep fucking me.” That answer from this prim and proper girl uttered made my balls pull up and stoked the fire that was killing my control.

  Her prodding words, her sensual moans, her voluptuous tits that danced as I pushed inside her. Darcy’s hips greeted mine, and the sound our bodies made as they collided was an erotic symphony, which played just for the two of us. Her expressive eyes looked as if an overload of sensations were rushing through her body.

  Fuck, I wanted to remember what my brain and body were doing, having this girl under me… not even my fantasy’s of her could hold a light to what ‘real Darcy’ was like. Let’s face it, I’ve fucked this girl numerous times in my head, but nothing could’ve prepared me for this.

  I pulled her to the edge of the bed, “Wrap your arms around my neck,” I ordered, and she complied. Then I picked her up and backed her against the wall to fuck her like a wild animal, “Look at me,” her eyes snapped up to mine, “You belong to me,” I declared. “No one gets this pussy, but me,” I grunted as she tried to maneuver so she could bounce on me. “Not a chance, you’ll take what I have to give,” and I bit down on the flesh between her neck shoulder.

  Darcy’s nails bit into my shoulders while she cursed, but all I could think of was her coming on my shaft. Thinking of shooting inside her, owning her with my come dripping from her heat, drove me wild as I fucked her senseless against the smooth wall.

  Before she had a chance to say anything, my mouth devoured hers. Darcy gasped… she was so close. I released her lips, dipping my head and taking a ripe nipple into my mouth.

  “Fuck,” I howled when her muscles tightened around me, and Darcy came apart in my arms. With a few short thrusts, I blew, and my vision went black. I thought it was gone and never coming back. That never happened to me before.

  My mind and body were on a euphoric high that I never wanted to come down from.

  With my head buried in her neck, breathing heavily, I felt a sensation in my as abdomen that slammed behind my rib cage. Again with that feeling, that unknown flutter that pierced into my soul. I heaved in a few deep breaths as Darcy untangled herself from me.

  “Are you okay?” Darcy asked me. What was I supposed to say to that? No, I wasn’t, and I haven’t finished with you yet. I mean, this was just the beginning. She had become a drug to me and one that I needed to possess.

  “Yeah, I’m fine,” I smiled. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No, Eli,” she whispered, her hands, trying to cover her breasts, “I should get going.” Darcy didn’t move though, she stared at me, maybe waiting for me to ask her to leave.


  I scrubbed my hand over the back of my head. I walked to my lone dresser and grabbed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. “Why were you crying when you got here?” I asked, looking over at her as I pulled my pants up, leaving the button undone. She glanced at the hair leading to my happy trail and licked her lips. “You want more,” I smirked as she blushed and turned her head.

  “I’m sorry, I was joking, Darc,” I explained. “Joking around is what I do when things get too serious. But, I meant what I said about you being mine.” Her silence made me uneasy, “What is going on with you?”

  “Look, my dad found out that Austen quit school, and saying he was upset is only the tip of the iceberg.” Then I noticed how tired she looked.

  “Your brother was here, but you know that,” I said, playing with the tag from my shirt. “I had no idea that he left in the middle of the night. He’d passed out on the couch when I went to bed.” I offered her whatever information I had, “He’s going to be okay, babe.”

  I walked over to her, offered her my shirt, and helped her put it on. I rubbed my hands up and down her arms and leaned my forehead against hers, “You don’t have to act like you care, Eli,” she muttered. “We fucked, right, that’s what we both wanted.”

  “Did I say that to you?” I asked as the words she said hit a cord. “This was never about fucking, it was unbelievable, but it’s so much more than that.

  “Thanks for everything, I’m sure we’ll see each other soon.” Darcy smiled, tears rimming her eyes. She never gave me the chance to say anything as she got dressed, and ran out the front door.

  Well, what the fuck was that about? Wasn’t it the guy that was supposed to act like that because that’s all men cared about, right?

  ~~~

  Jon stood outside Darcy’s door, speaking with Mr. Fitzwilliam, “Here he is,” my brother smiled. “Eli does all the figuring and lays out the floor plan,” then Jon looked back at me. “You want to show the blueprints to the Fitzwilliams while we bring in our supplies.”

  I followed the senior Fitzwilliams into his stately home, “Have a seat,” he offered. “Coffee?”

  “Uh, yes, please,” and his wife walked in, followed by their daughter. Watching Darcy come in, knocked the air from my lungs, and made my blood hum with need. I looked away before anyone would notice the longing in my eyes and cleared my throat. I showed them the diagrams that I drew for the pool house that would make it the perfect home.

  Darcy carried over the pot of coffee and reached in front of me to grab our cups. She was so close that I could smell the subtle scent of her sweetness, which now lingered in the air and made every nerve ending in my body tingle with recognition.

  Fuck. Focus, Eli!

  After I explained everything, the family agreed with the plans and seemed excited about the project. “Well, that’s great, I’ll get these supplies ordered.” I turned to Darcy, “Did you want to look over lighting fixtures with me,” I asked.

  “Sure, I can do that,” she smiled, and my heart skipped a beat. “Great, I’ll grab the catalogs from the truck, and we can go through them.” She smiled, and my voice came out a bit too deep from only talking about lighting for the pool house.

  “Oh, hold on a second, son,” Mr. Fitwilliam muttered. “We have guests coming for dinner tonight, so tomorrow would be better for the two of you to get together,” he stressed.

  “That’s not a problem,” and I handed Darcy my business card. I gathered up my things and overheard Mrs. Fitzwilliam talking to Darcy about some guy her father had given her number to. Something about how he would be there tonight and to make sure she wore the new dress they had bought last week. I glanced over at her, but she didn’t pay me any mind as they walked out of the room.

  I grabbed the handles of my briefcase and headed out toward the pool house. The sound of the patio door wooshing open then closing alerted me, and knew it had to be Darcy.

  “Eli,” she called just before I walked into her house, and I turned to face her. “Yes, ma’am,” I answered and watched her bristle at my words.

  “You’re mad, aren’t you?”

  “Why would I be mad?” I asked her, “So, who’s the lucky guy you’re meeting tonight?” Of course, I was pissed, why wouldn’t I be? The better question was, why couldn’t I admit to myself that I had feelings for Darcy.

  “Look, what happened between us, it was amazing. But, we’re from different worlds.”

  “Yeah, we are, but that doesn’t make your world any better than mine, Darcy. This morning, we fucked,” I stressed as anger lit behind her eyes. “So, tonight, I’m not looking to fuck anyone else.” I grunted, trying to keep my cool, “I told you earlier, you belonged with me, that you’re mine and that’s something that you’re going to have to get used to.”

  Darcy didn’t say anything as she narrowed her eyes, “Go ahead and give me a death stare, but it won’t change the fact that I have duties to my family.”

  “Does that include being pimped out by your parents?” She glared at me then turned away, and I smacked her ass. Darcy wasn’t phased by it at all, I chuckled as she dashed back into her parent's house. That’s when I noticed her father watching from the kitchen window.

  ‘Fucking perfect,’ I thought, ducking into the poolhouse.

  ~~~

  “What the hell happened between you two?” Jon asked as soon as I reached the door.

  “Nothing you need to worry about,” I tossed my equipment on her table. “Did you happen to see Austen anywhere?”

  “No, why are you asking about him?”

  “Christ, Jon, do you want to know when I take a fucking shit, too?” I yelled. That wasn’t like me to lose it over something so trivial. “I asked a simple question, you don’t want to answer, I’ll just ask someone else.”

  “Write out the supplies we’ll need for this job, and I’ll order them,” Jon stated. “Take Karson and go work at the office building, just get out of my face.”

  “Make your own supply sheet, dick,” I left Darcy’s house and jumped into my truck. Who the hell did he think he was talking to me as if I was some child that needed to be taught a lesson. This business was an equal partnership between all of us. Jon was out of bounds, and I was pissed about Darcy. I slammed my hands against the steering wheel to release some pent-up anger.

  What a great time for me to fall into a fucking bowl of feelings.

  CHAPTER 6

  Darcy

  I spent the rest of my morning in a daze from lack of sleep and worrying myself sick, not to mention the sex with Eli. I could become a full-blown addict, and he would be my drug of choice.

  God, what was I going to do, there was no way to avoid him, and I didn’t want that, anyway.

  Monday was off to a rough start. There was a mariachi band playing a never-ending encore inside my head, leading to a pounding headache. Could this day just hurry up and be over?

  Oh, wait, after work, I had to deal with ‘the guy’ that my dad had high hopes that we would connect. Mr. William Collins, even his name, sounded like some disease. Why my dad did these crazy things was beyond insane. I told him that I was content with my job and my current non-relationship status. Of course, he was always right, and to some degree, that was true, but not in this case.

  Charlee tapped on my open door and walked in, “I heard about Austen, thank God he’s okay.” She sat down in the chair in front of my desk and placed a coffee down on a coaster. “I didn’t think you had your liquid love yet,” she smiled.

  “No, I haven’t. Thanks, Charlee, I am so exhausted. All I want to do is go home and pass out, but my place is full of men right now.” She waggled her eyebrows at me, “Oh no, don’t start.”

  “So, is Loverboy going to be there?” she asked. Yes, Charlee knew damn well what the answer was. “Maybe he could relieve some tension.”

  “Oh my God,” I gasped and plopped my head on my desk.

  “Ah, what are you not telling me something, Darcy?” She waggled her brows and smil
ed, “Come on, tell Charlee what's going on so she can help you.” I shook my head without looking up, “Did you two… ” and my aunt cut her off.

  “Charlee, don’t you have work to do,” she stated, “Please leave.” To which, Charlee jumped up and exited my office. “Now, Darcy, are you feeling okay? If you think you should leave early, I won’t hold it against you. I spoke with your father, and he told me about Austen,” she sighed. “Good heavens, is that boy ever going to grow up? After all, he’s not a child anymore,” she ranted on about my brother for what seemed like forever. If she had been anyone else, I would have lost it on her.

  “I think I should go home, thanks, Aunt Catherine,” I stammered while holding my tears at bay. “It’s been a stressful few days, and I haven’t had much sleep.” She nodded her approval, “I should be fine to work tomorrow.”

  I messaged Charlee to let her know I was leaving when I was at the elevator. When the doors opened, I almost careened into Eli.

  “Hi, Darc,” he smiled and placed a hand on my arm. “Are you leaving for the day?” The concern in his eyes was evident, but if I continued to talk to him, I knew I would fall back into his arms.

  “Yes, I am, Eli.”

  He grabbed my hand, “Can we talk before you leave?”

  “I’m not really up for talking right now, maybe tomorrow, okay?” That was before an intense look crossed his features, and his brows pulled together. I saw that he was on edge as much as I was. “Why are you here today, I thought you were working at my place.” My body betrayed me as it did anytime I was around Eli. Heat pooled between my legs and sent a tingly sensation over my body, damn traitor.

  Someone whistled behind him, and I looked over his shoulder at a face I had never seen before. “I can see why your jockeys are in a bunch over this one, bro.” He nudged Eli in the ribs, and I pegged him with my best withering glare.

  “Darc, this is my brother, Karson,” he muttered.

  I mulled over his words and smiled at him, “It’s nice to meet you,” and I took a good look at him. “We met yesterday morning, didn’t we? You’re friends with my brother, Austen?”