“That I am,” he smirked. “You didn’t look like this yesterday morning, though,” and took my hand, kissing my knuckles.
“Hey, dipshit,” Eli growled, “Go back to work.” Knowing that it made the tough guy jealous, made me laugh. “Oh, you think this is funny?” he smirked. I shook my head and tried to step around him, but he was not having that, “I’ll take you home.”
“Thanks, but I brought my car today, so I’m good,”
This time I got on the elevator and pressed the button for the garage. Just before the doors closed, Eli stepped next to me. “Aren’t you supposed to be working right now?”
“You can rest at my place. There’s a lot of commotion going on at poolhouse,” he winked, and I grinned. “Is everything I say funny to you,” he asked.
“No, but you’re acting as if we are in a relationship, and that’s kind of strange to me.” That had his brows hiking up, and I leaned against the elevator wall, waiting to impart his words of wisdom.
“I never said anything about a relationship, Darcy,” he stressed. I didn’t look at him, knowing that his eyes were on me as I watched the numbers get smaller on the read-out until we reached the underground garage. When I exited, a growl stopped me in my tracks, “I said I would take you to my place, and that’s where you’re going.”
“Bye, Eli,” I walked away, wondering what crawled up his ass to be acting the way he was with me. Geez, we fucked, and I could live with that. Mind you, I didn’t think I’d ever have that kind of life-altering sex again, but I need to stop dreaming and get back to my life.
Then Eli pulled me into an alcove as he held my back to his front, “I can’t forget about this morning, Darc,” he whispered against the nape of my neck, sending shivers up my spine. “I can’t just have you once, and I won’t let anyone else touch you.” He roughly lifted my skirt and tugged my panties aside.
“Say you don’t want me,” he ordered, biting my shoulder. The distinct sound of him lowering his zipper had me breathless. “Tell me to stop, and I’ll never touch you again, I would never do anything to hurt you,” Eli said breathlessly. He kissed and sucked the column of my neck, then nudged my legs apart as he pushed inside me slow. Once fully sheathed inside me, I realized there was not another man on the planet that would feel this right.
My moans echoed off the concrete, “You want me, huh,” he taunted. “This tight little pussy is all mine,” he grunted, pulling out and hammering back inside me. “Jesus feels so perfect.”
I met his thrusts with my own, choking out a deep groan every time. His thick cock hit every groove inside me and made them hum with pleasure. I sucked my index and middle fingers, reached down and rubbed my clit. My head fell on Eli’s shoulder as he nipped my lower lip and claimed my mouth. The heat seemed to be coming out of every pore of our bodies, sliding off the surrounding cement and culminating with the rhythm of our flesh coming together. The sound circled around us and grew louder when Eli gripped my hips and fucked me like a wild beast.
My pussy locked down on his cock, “Oh God.” I cried out as my body quaked so damn hard I was sure I’d pass out. It went on for a few titillating minutes as Eli took my hips in a punishing grip to pound against me in quick short strokes.
I knew the force of his hand would leave bruising, but I didn’t care as long as he kept giving me those orgasms. He came with a roar, and we both slung against the concrete wall.
Eli held me against him, kissing my neck and holy shit… I was falling for him. But, when, how, God, I was completely caught off guard by that thought. I drew in a deep breath as I tried to come to grips with this revelation.
“I want you in my bed, Darcy,” he murmured. If he only knew how much I wanted that too! Then the devil on my shoulder let out a sigh and reminded me why this can’t happen between us. Not the sex part, cause that already happened, and it was just as hot this time as it was this morning.
The ding of the elevator pulled at my attention, and I tried to fix my clothes before someone saw us.
“Uh-uh, wildcat,” Eli smirked as he pulled his shirt over his head. He bent to kiss me and ran the material between my legs, “Don’t ever say I’m not chivalrous,” he winked, and butterflies didn’t just flutter, they knocked against my belly as if they were in the mosh pit at a Megadeth concert.
“I’ll remember that,” I grinned. Oh geez, I must look like a lovesick puppy, especially when he kept saying that I was his. Did he mean it, or was he playing with my emotions? I wondered how noticeable it was to him that I was head over heels. He couldn’t see it, he would tease me if he saw how I felt, but what do I do with my feelings for him?
The gentle caress of Eli’s fingers over my collarbone revved up my hunger back up, “So what do you say?”
I felt that same desire suppress my consciousness and put my need front and center, “What?”
“Where are you right now,” he whispered, tugging on my earlobe.
“What do you mean? I’m right here,” I answered breathily. “You drive me crazy, Eli,” I confessed. “I’ve never been like this with any other man,” he smiled and laced his fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes, committing to memory the way he touched me, the scent of his skin after he came, and the deep timbre of his sexy voice.
“Darcy Fitzwilliam,” he whispered, “What am I going to do with you?” The heaviness in his voice made my heart weep as he laid his forehead against mine.
“I don’t know, Elijah Bennett, but it’s safe to say we might be in the same boat,” I smirked, and he dragged me flush to his body.
“You are my kryptonite, Darcy, and I never want to let that go.” Before I had a chance to respond to him, he was on his knees in front of me, lifting my skirt. His tongue rolled over my clit, and I latched my fingers in his soft hair. It didn’t take long before I screamed his name, as he encouraged me to ride his face.
He was becoming everything to me, and that terrified me more than anything else did.
~~~
I didn’t go back to Eli’s because let’s face it, we would only be screwing like bunnies. Not that I would not love to spend the afternoon in his bed, but this was the second time we had sex, and with things moving along so fast, it was kind of freaking the hell out of me.
I didn’t do this sort of thing, I could count on one hand how many guys had shared my personal space. Including Eli, that would be three because I do not fuck for sport.
I’m not a prude, I have had sex before, nothing like what I have had with Eli, but God is that even considered the same thing? He was unbelievable and made my body become a jumbled mess seeking relief whenever he was near me.
This should’ve stopped before it even got started, but now I understand the full extent of ‘he’s got magic hands, mama.’ Who knew that ‘Magic Man’ would become the theme song for Eli and me? Sure as hell, not me, but hearing it play in my head when we were together was comforting.
Then my brain jumps in and gives me a full scenario of how ruthless my father could be. If he ever found out about what Elijah Bennett was doing to his little trophy daughter, that would be the end of the Bennett Brothers Construction. They wouldn’t be able to get a job cleaning up doggy doo after my good old dad was finished with them.
Then I have visions of Eli’s body, he was a damn Adonis with broad shoulders, a pronounced ‘V’ with a happy trail that led to a perfect thick penis that made my insides turn to goo. His dark shoulder-length hair curled at the edge of his t-shirt, with mesmerizing emerald green eyes, a deep masculine voice, and hands made by the gods of Mount Olympus.
Yes, you can now see the dilemma I face every single day. Do I follow my father’s rule and live a life he sets out for me, or do I want my magic man?
Either way, I’m going to need a cold shower before dinner.
~~~
I walked into my parents’ house, and Austen came over to me. We hugged. “I’m sorry about all this bullshit, Darc,” he said in a soft voice. “I know I worried you.”
/> “It’s okay, as long as you are fine, then I am too,” and I wiped a stray tear from my cheek. “You did a bit too much partying, and driving doesn’t mix with that. Don’t ever do that again.” I chastised as my voice cracked, so much for being tough.
“Well, there you are, Darcy,” our father came over to us. “Austen, how are you feeling tonight?”
“Pretty much the same as yesterday, but with pain riddling my body,” he grimaced. His left leg had twenty-four stitches in it, so he was walking with a cane. I’d never seen my brother so subdued, and I never wanted to see him like that again.
“Let’s hope you’ve learned your lesson, as hard as it was, you are still with us,” Dad said. Austen nodded and went to grab another drink at the bar. “Darcy, you look lovely tonight, come, I want to introduce you to a fine young man on the rise, someone befitting of my Princess.”
I did not fuss, just let him lead me through the small gathering, but I did let him know how I felt about this little setup. “You know, dad, I’m not just going to start dating someone because he looks good on paper or because a union would benefit your company.”
“Where do you come up with these things? You couldn’t be more out of bounds here, Darcy,” he stressed. I knew this would somehow benefit my father and was not too keen on being here tonight.
“William, my boy,” he said, patting his hand on the shoulder of a decent looking guy, who was about an inch or so shorter than me. “This is my daughter, Darcy.”
He smiled, and I was sure he intended for it to be warm, but it came off as if he was constipated or like a barracuda baring down on his prey. That made my stomach churn with a wave of disgust.
“It’s very nice to meet you, Darcy.” He looked at my hands, “You don’t have a drink, what would you like.” Huh, wasn’t he a well-trained pet, I thought.
“I am capable of getting my own drink, thank you.”
Then my dad cleared his throat, “Darcy, why don’t you and William go and get that drink,” he urged. “I’ll have vodka with tomato juice, dear.” He dashed away from us and over to my mom, who looked stunning in her new Vera Wang gown. One thing the Fitzwilliam’s were good at, schmoozing and throwing over the top dinner parties.
“So, Darcy,” he began as we walked over the bar, hissing his ‘s’ syllables as if he were a snake from a cartoon, “Your father tells me that you’re a lawyer.”
“Yes, I am, it’s time-consuming, but I love it,” I stated, and he winked. There was something off about him, I couldn't quite place my finger on it. He hid it well, but just under the surface, something about him made my skin crawl. “So, what exactly do you do?”
“Oh, I work in stocks, I’m a stockbroker,” he answered as he wiped some non-existent lint from his suit. “What would you like,” as if a woman can’t talk to a big bad bartender.
“Hi, I’ll have a Chardonnay, please,” the bartender nodded as he set the glass in front of me.
“You’re quite a headstrong girl,” he declared, swirling the contents of his drink. “You might want to let that take a backseat,” he looked at me from under his lashes.
I chuckled, “Why on earth would I do that? Don’t tell me you’re threatened by a woman who speaks her mind?”
William didn’t answer but gave me a look that said it all. “Maybe, you should be searching for a girl without a backbone, that’s probably more, your speed,” I told him, patting him on the arm.
As I was about to walk away, he grabbed my arm. I looked at his hand and back up, “I think it would be in your best interest to take your hand off of me.”
He stood there, defiant, if not slightly high on himself, “I don’t let anyone talk down to me, especially a woman.”
I smirked, “Well, I’ll solve that problem, we never have to speak again.” He still hadn’t let go of me, “Look, I’m sure you know plenty of women that want a piece of the pie you’re serving. But, unfortunately, I’m not one of them.”
“You need to be taught a lesson, little girl,” he growled, and that’s when I saw it, that thing that made me uneasy. He was not so much of a chauvinist as he was a misogynist.
“Hey, babe,” Eli’s deep timber swept over me, “What’s going on? Is there a problem?” he asked the arrogant idiot who yanked his hand away from me.
“I didn’t know that you were seeing someone, Darcy,” he snapped. “I can see why you didn’t come in with him, he looks rather, basic.”
I shook my head and noticed a darkness flicker in Elijah’s eyes, “Do I? Then being basic must mean that you’re less than basic. Gentlemen don’t treat lady’s like that,” he sneered. “Maybe the only way you’ll understand is by us having a talk in private. Ya know, so we don’t disturb anyone at this soiree?”
“I hardly doubt that acting like barbarians would solve any issues,” William stated.
“Oh, you know us, basic guys, we like to talk with our fists,” Eli growled. “Besides, it seems to me that you had your hands on this woman when she asked you to let her go,” he gritted his teeth together and got up in William’s personal space. “I’m kind of getting this vibe that you’re basic, and you need to learn respect.” This was escalating, and some of the guests were watching this play out. If I didn’t get Eli under control, my dad would wipe the floor with him.
I grabbed Eli by the hand and pulled him away from the onlookers. “What are you doing here?” I asked him.
He shook his head, “What am I doing here? Oh no, honey, you should be asking, ‘who the fuck does that douchebag think he is’ by putting his grimy hands on you!”
CHAPTER 7
Elijah
Darcy was pissed, and I was not sure who the lucky recipient was, but one thing I knew for sure was he needed to be taken down a few notches.
“Why are you letting some jerk touch you,” I demanded, and she didn’t even look at me as she bowed her head. “Was this what he had waiting for you tonight? Does daddy’s friend have a silver spoon up his ass? I guess that makes him good enough for his Princess?”
“Don’t. Call. Me. That.” She fumed while staring me down.
“Who’s the anger for? Is it for me, or is it misplaced like that guy’s morals?” Darcy looked away, “You aren’t going to answer me, are you?”
“What do you want me to say, Eli?” Her voice was tight and low, so no one would hear her. “This little soiree was for me to meet him because my dad thinks he is someone worthy of me and would be a great provider.”
“Is that so? Well, that explains everything,” I snorted.
“He didn’t ask me, Eli, I won’t be with a man who wants a trophy wife or a kept woman. I won’t be anybody’s kept, woman.” Darcy took a sip of her wine but must’ve changed her mind as she downed the whole fucking glass.
“You better slow down there, tiger,” I stressed. “You’re a lightweight when it comes to drinking.” At that, she smiled, and from the corner of my eye, I saw Austen making his way over to us.
“Yo, bro,” and we fist bumped, “I didn’t know you were going to be here tonight,” he nodded.
“Eli isn’t supposed to be here,” Darcy explained.
“And yet, here I am.”
“Well,” Austen began, “Come with me, there are some top-notch babes here tonight,” he smiled. “I’m about to soak this accident bullshit for every little bit of easy pussy I can.”
“Uh, excuse me, am I invisible here,” Darcy frowned at her brother.
“Geez, I didn’t know you were interested in girls, Darc,” he winked at me. “I guess me and Eli can share with you,” then he burst out laughing. Darcy huffed under her breath and stomped her foot before strolling away, “I’ve got to ask you, bro, what the hell did you do to my sister?”
“Why are you asking me that? I haven’t done anything, we have a working relationship,” and even as the words passed over my lips, the bullshit was still stinging on my tongue. “She’s her own woman,” I grinned. “Come on, I’ll buy you a drink.”
“You do know that it’s an open bar, right,” he said, scrunching up his lips, and I chuckled.
“Fuck yeah.”
We made our way to the bar, “What ya have, gents?” the bartender asked us.
“I’d like a pitcher of beer,” Austen smiled.
The bartender shook his head, “Sorry, we have beer glasses, you’ll just have to come back up after you finish for another.”
“That blows,” Austen, stated. “Whatever.”
“For you, sir,” he placed a cocktail napkin on the counter. “Crown on the rocks,” and he set it over the monogrammed F.
“Cheers,” I joked, tossing it back. The burn at the back of my throat felt right, and I slammed my glass on the counter to have it filled.
“Starting with the hard stuff,” Joel Fitzwilliam’s voice came from behind me. “Austen, I’m sure that you’ve already drunk your body weight in alcohol, make that your last drink.” He ordered.
“Do you always need to be a hardass, Dad?”
“You’ve had enough, you’re cut off after that one,” and he bent over the bar to make sure the bartender knew. “Mr. Bennett, I don’t recall inviting you to this dinner.” His ever-insightful gaze pinned me like a trussed thanksgiving turkey, which I did not care for.
“No, you didn’t, sir, I forgot some tools here today.” Okay, I lied, but it was for a good reason.
“And what did you forget that would require you to wear a suit?” His left eyebrow rose as he speared me with my own bullshit. “I would appreciate that you get what you came for and leave.” Probably to anyone watching us, it probably looked as though we were having a pleasant conversation. Leave it to the rich bastards of the world to make shit look like silk.
“Yes sir,” I agreed and swallowed back the rest of my drink.
“I saw your little display earlier with Darcy. Whatever it is the two of you are doing, had better stop now,” his deep-set eyes flashed with a wave of well-contained anger. Hell, I’d like to learn that trick for myself.
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