I follow the senior Fitzwilliams into his stately home, “Have a seat,” he offers. “Coffee?”
“Uh, yes, please,” and his wife walks in followed by their daughter. Watching Darcy come in makes my blood hum with need, and I look away before anyone would notice the flame in my eyes. I clear my throat and begin to show the drawings I made as to what the pool house could be made into that would make it the perfect home.
Darcy carries over the pot of coffee and reaches in front of me to grab the cups off the table. She was so close that I could smell the subtle scent of me lingering on her and it curled right around my cock. Fuck!
After I explain everything, the family agrees with the plans we had set forth. “Well, that’s great, I’ll make some calls and have things ordered,” I turn to Darcy, “Did you want to look over lighting fixtures with me,” I ask.
“Sure, I can do that,” she smiles, and my heart skips a beat. “Great, I’ll get some catalogs, and we can check them out,” I say, after finding my voice.
“Oh, hold on a second, son,” Mr. Fitwilliam mutters. “We have guests coming for dinner tonight so tomorrow would be better for the two of you to get together,” he stresses.
“That’s not a problem at all,” and I hand Darcy my business card. I gather up my things and overhear Mrs. Fitzwilliam talking to Darcy about a man her father had given her number to. Something about how he would be here tonight and to make sure she wore the new dress they had bought last week. I glance over at her, but she didn’t pay me any mind as they walk out of the room.
I grab the handles of my briefcase and head out toward the pool house. I hear the sound of the patio door wooshing open then closing behind me, and I knew it was Darcy.
“Eli,” she calls just before I walk into her house and I turn to face her. “Yes, ma’am,” I answer and watch her bristle at my words.
“You’re mad, aren’t you?”
“Who are you meeting tonight?” I don’t have to tell her I was pissed, my expression conveyed it for me.
“Look, what happened between us, it was amazing, but we come from different worlds.”
“Yeah, we do, but that doesn’t make your world any better than mine, Darcy. This morning, we fucked, so tonight, I’m not looking to fuck anyone else,” I grunt, trying to keep my cool. “I told you earlier, you were mine and that’s something that you’re going to have to get used to.”
Darcy didn’t say anything as she narrows her eyes, “You can give me the death stare, it doesn’t matter at all.” She turns away, and I smack her ass, but it didn’t even faze her. I chuckle as I watch her and that’s when I notice her father watching me. Perfect, and I duck into the poolhouse.
***
“What the hell happened between you two?” Jon questions as soon as I reach the door.
“Nothing, you need to worry about,” I toss my equipment on her table. “Did you happen to see Austen anywhere?”
“No, what do you want with him?”
“Christ, Jon, do you want to know when I take a fucking shit too,” I yell, and that wasn’t like me to lose it like that. “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 states. “Take Karson and go work at the office building, just get out of my face.”
“Make your own supply sheet, dick,” and I leave the house and jump into my truck. Who the hell did he think he was, this business with an equal partnership between all of us. Jon was out of bounds, and I was beyond pissed about Darcy. I slam the steering wheel to release some pent-up anger.
Great time for me to fall into a fucking bowl of feelings.
Darcy
I spend the rest of my day in a daze from lack of sleep, and worrying myself sick, not to mention the mind-blowing sex, with Eli. God, what was I going to do, there was no way to avoid him, and honestly, did I even want to? It felt like a mariachi band was playing a never-ending encore inside my head, could this day just hurry up and be over.
Oh wait, then I have to deal with the guy that my dad has high hopes I would fall in love with. Mr. William Collins, even his name made him sound as if he was a pompous ass. Why my dad does these types of things was beyond me, I told him that I was content with my job and my current non-relationship status. Of course, dad thinks he is always right, and to some degree, that is true, but in this case, not so much.
Charlee taps on my open door and walks in, “I heard about Austen, thank God he’s okay.” She sits down in the chair in front of my desk and sits a coffee on my coaster, “I didn’t think you had your liquid love yet,” she smiles.
“No, I haven’t. Thanks, Charlee, I’m so exhausted. All I want to do is go home and pass out, but my place is full of men, right now.” She waggles her eyebrows at me, “Oh no, don’t start.”
“So, is lover boy going to be there,” She asks, and she know damn well, what the answer was. “Maybe he could relieve some tension.”
“Oh my god,” I squeak and plop my head on my desk.
“Ah, you’re not telling me something, Darcy. What are you not telling me?” She asks. I shake my head without lifting it up, “Did you two,” and my aunt cut her off.
“Charlee, don’t you have work to do,” she declares, “Please leave.” To which, Charlee jumps up and exits 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 mutters. “Good heavens, is that boy ever going to grow up? After all, he’s not a child anymore,” she rants on about my brother.
“I think I should go home, thanks, Aunt Catherine,” I stammer while holding my tears at bay. “It’s been a stressful morning, and I didn’t get much sleep.” She nods her approval “I should be fine to work tomorrow.” I message Charlee to let her know I was leaving and the elevator doors open bringing me face to face with Eli.
“Hi, Darcy,” he smiles and places 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 was going to lose it.
“I am, Eli.”
He grabs my hand, “Can we talk before you leave?”
“I’m not really up for talking right now, maybe tomorrow, okay?” But when his brows pull into a frown, I see that he was on edge as much as I was. “Why are you here today, I thought you were working at my place,” all the time my body was shooting tingles over my skin while heat was pooling in my core.
Someone whistles behind him and I peer at a face I’d never seen before, “I can see why your jockeys are in a bunch over this one, bro.” I narrow my eyes at him.
“Darc, this is my brother, Karson,” he explains.
I mull over his words and smile at him, “It’s nice to meet you,” and I take a good look at him. “Haven’t we met before? Aren’t you friends with my brother, Austen?”
“That I am, fair lady,” he smirks. “But I’d remember if I’d ever met you,” and he takes my hand and kisses over my knuckles.
“Hey, dipshit,” Eli was jealous, at least that made me smile. “Oh, you think this is funny?” He smirks. I shake my head and try 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 get on the elevator and press the button for the garage. Just before the doors close, Eli steps 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 over at yours,” he states, and I chuckle. “Is everything I say and do a joke to you,” he asks.
“No, but you acting as if we are in a relationship makes me laugh,” his eyebrows rise as I stand against the elevator wall.
“I never mentioned anything about a relationship, Darcy,” he says. Oh boy, here it comes. I didn’t answer or look over at him, I watch the numbers get smaller until the doors op
ens for the underground garage. When I exit, a growl stops me in my tracks, “I said I would take you to my place, and that’s where you’re going.”
This was getting out of hand, geez, we fucked, 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’s large hand pushes me into an alcove and hold my back to him, “I can’t forget about this morning, Darc,” he whispers against the nape of my neck, sending shivers up my spine. “I can’t just have you once, and I won’t let someone else touch what belongs to me,” and he roughly lifts my skirt and tugs my panties aside.
“Say you don’t want me,” he orders, as he bites my shoulder and I hear the sound of his zipper opening. “Tell me to stop, and I’ll never touch you again because I’m not forcing you, babe,” he mutters and kisses and nips at the column of my neck. He nudges my legs apart and shoves into me, the loud moan that escapes me echoes off the concrete. “You want me, huh,” he taunts. “Your tight little pussy is all for me,” he grunts, pulling out and hammering back inside me. “Jesus, fuck, you’re so wet.”
I meet his thrusts with my own and choke out a deep groan every time. His thick cock hits where I needed it most. I lick two fingers and reach down to rub my clit, my head resting on his shoulder, and he bites my lower lip and holds it in his mouth. There was no way to control the heat rolling off us or to contain the sounds of our flesh coming together. The sound circles around us and grows louder as Eli grips my hips and pummeles into my depths.
My core begins to spasm and lock down on his cock, “Oh God,” I scream, and fireworks light up my vision as I come. Eli grip tightens on my hips in almost a punishing grip that I knew would leave bruising, but I didn’t care as long as he kept giving me these orgasms. He comes inside me, coating my inner thighs with a mixture of our mingled cum.
Eli holds me against him, kissing my neck and whispering sweet nothings into my ear. Holy shit, I was falling for him and completely caught off guard by my own thoughts. I draw in a deep breath as I try to understand this revelation.
“I want you in my bed, Darcy,” he murmurs between breaths and the sound of the elevator dinging pulls at my attention.
“Uh-uh, wildcat,” Eli smirks as he pulls his shirt over his head. He bends to kiss me and run the material between my legs, “Don’t ever say I’m not chivalrous,” he winks, and butterflies dance inside me.
“I’d never say that about you,” I grin. 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 I was easily read, but what do I do with these feelings about this guy yanking on my heart strings.
The gentle caress of Eli’s fingers over my collarbone rev up my hunger for him, “So what do you say?”
My body responds to his every touch, and heat curls in my core. I feel that same desire suppress my consciousness and pulls my need front and center, “What?”
“Where are you right now?” he whispers and tugs on my earlobe.
“What do you mean? I’m right here,” I answer breathily. “You drive me crazy, Eli, I’ve never been like this with any other man, but you make me want to fuck every second I’m around you.”
“Darcy Fitzwilliam,” he whispers. “What am I going to do with you?” There was a heaviness in his voice as lays his forehead against mine.
“You seem to know what to do to my body, Elijah Bennett,” I smirk, and he drags 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 rolling over my clit, and I latch my fingers in his soft hair. It didn’t take long before I was screaming his name, as he encourages me to ride his face, he was my everything, and that terrified me.
***
I don’t go back to Eli’s because let’s face it, we’d only be screwing like bunnies. Not that I wouldn’t love to spend the afternoon in his bed, but this was the second time we had sex, and it was kind of freaking me out. I wasn’t like this, I mean, I didn’t do this sort of thing. I could count on one hand how many guys I’d been with. So, including Eli, that would be three because I don’t just fuck for sport.
I’m not a prude, I’ve had sex before, nothing like the sex I have with Eli, but God is that even considered the same thing? He is unbelievable and makes my body jump when he’s close. But, this is getting out of hand, for both of us. If my dad ever found out, that would be the end of him and his brothers doing my renovations. They would have a hard time getting work after my good old dad was finished with them.
There’s no solution except to face the truth, we never should’ve started this, and it’s all Eli’s fault. He’s the one that got the ball rolling, making me cum on his fingers, not once but twice the first time. Oh, and that body of his, he is a damn Adonis with wide shoulders, a pronounced V with a happy trail that led to a perfect thick penis that makes my water just from thinking of it. His long dark hair that curled around his collar, emerald green eyes, a deep masculine voice, and hands that were made by the gods, themselves. And the things he does with those hands, those fingers! Oh lord, I’m going to need a cold shower before dinner.
***
I walk into my parents’ house, and Austen comes over to me. We hug. “I’m sorry about all this bullshit, Darc,” he says in a soft voice. “I know I worried you.”
“It’s okay, as long as you are fine, then I am too,” and I wipe a stray tear from my cheek. “You did a bit too much partying and driving, don’t ever do that again.” I chastise him as my voice cracks, so much for being tough.
“Well, there you are Darcy,” our dad comes over to us. “Austen, how are you feeling tonight?”
“Pretty much the same as yesterday, but with pain riddling my body,” and he grimaces when he turns to face dad. His left leg had twenty-four stitches in it, so he was walking with a cane. I’d never seen my brother so subdued, it wasn’t something that I cared to see again.
“Let’s hope you’ve learned your lesson, as hard as it was, you are still with us,” Dad says, Austen, nods and goes off to grab another drink at the bar. “Darcy, you look lovely tonight, come with me I’d like you to meet someone.”
I don’t fuss, but I let him know exactly how I felt, “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 wrong about this, dear,” he stresses, but I know this would somehow benefit my father. “William, my boy,” he pats 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 smiles, and I’m sure it was intended to be warm, but it came off as more like a barracuda to its prey. That made my insides twist up, “It’s very nice to meet you, Darcy.” He looks at my hands, “You don’t have a drink, what would you like,” he asks like a well-trained pet.
“I am capable of getting my own drink, thank you,” and my dad clears his throat.
“Darcy, why don’t you and William go and get that drink,” he urges, “And I’ll have vodka with tomato juice, dear.” He dashes away from us and over to mom, who was stunning in her new Vera Wang dress.
“So, Darcy,” he begins as we start toward the bar, “Your father tells me that you’re a lawyer.”
“Yes, I am, it’s time-consuming, but I love it,” I state as he winks. There was something about him, just under the surface that made my skin crawl. “So, what exactly do you do?”
“Oh, I work in stocks, I’m a stockbroker,” he answers as he wipes 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,” an
d the bartender nods, as he set the glass in front of me.
“You’re quite a headstrong girl,” he declares, swirling the contents of his drink. “You might want to let that take a backseat,” he looks at me from under his lashes.
I chuckle, “Why on earth would I do that? Don’t tell me you’re threatened by a woman that controls her own world?” William doesn’t answer but gives me a look that said it all. “Maybe, you should search for a girl without a backbone, probably more your speed,” I tell him patting him on the arm. As I was about to walk away, he grabs my arm, and I look at his hand, “I think it would be in your best interest to let me go.”
He stands there, defiant if not slightly high on himself, “I don’t let anyone talk down to me, especially a woman.”
I smirk and reply, “Well, I guess I never have to talk to you again.” He still hasn’t let go of me, “Look, I’m sure you have women all over 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 growls, and that’s when I see it, what makes me uneasy when my dad introduced us. He was not so much of a chauvinist as he was a misogynist.
“Hey, babe,” Eli’s deep timber sweeps over me, “Is there a problem here?” He asks the arrogant idiot who promptly let go of my arm.
“I didn’t know that you were seeing someone, Darcy,” he snaps. “I can see why you didn’t come in with him, he looks rather, basic.”
I shake my head and notice a darkness flicker in Elijah’s eyes, “Do I? Then being basic must mean that you’re jealous because you’re an ugly sack of shit?” he sneers. “Or does it mean that you and I need to have a little talk in private, so we don’t disturb everyone?”
“I hardly doubt, that acting like barbarians would solve any issues,” William states.
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