by Smoke, Lucy
"Everyone wants me to play football," he says. "Even you do. You set up this meeting and I completely blew it."
I sighed. "I love you because you're Darren, not because you play football. If you told me right now that you never wanted to pick up another football in your entire life, well...I'd be a little worried because you're on a football scholarship and I think finishing school is important. But, Darren, I don't care about that. If it doesn't make you happy, don't do it."
"Does it make you happy?" he asked. "You like coming to the games."
I shrugged. "The games are fun because I'm there for you, not for the game itself."
He relaxed as I leaned into him, laying my head on his shoulder. Darren's hand crept up and moved my hand over his shoulder so that he could touch me.
"I don't want to fuck things up for the group," he said. "If I do this then I won't be able to focus on things like you or the guys or even work. I'll have to spend all my time training. My parents..."
"Will support you no matter what you do," I assured him. "So will Dex, Taylor, Cody, and I.”
"I'm sorry," he whispered.
I kissed our joined hands. "Don't be."
He shook his head. "No, I have to be," he said. "I didn't tell you guys about the letter. I told Dex, but..." Darren sighed and turned his body to face mine. "This relationship can't work if we aren't all honest with each other."
I smiled. "We're figuring it out as we go," I reminded him. At that reminder, he flinched. His eyes moved down to our laps as he reached for my hand again. "Does that bother you?" he asked.
"That we have to figure it out as we go?" When he nodded, I shook my head at him and used my free hand to tilt his chin up so that I could see his face. "It doesn't matter," I said. "We'll make mistakes, that’s just what people do. But we’ll get better. All I know is that I love you guys and I wouldn’t trade what we have for the world."
Darren's molten eyes swirled with gold and green and brown and even a little bit of fire hot red as he leaned forward, pulling me closer. "We love you, too, Jamie," he assured me, pressing a warm kiss to my lips. “I love you,” he said before he dived back in.
I closed my eyes and sank into the kiss.
Darren's hands moved to my back, stroking along my spine as if he were stroking somewhere more intimate. I wanted that. I wanted it so badly. I wanted it now. My eyes popped open as I felt Darren's hands move south. I pulled away from the kiss and looked around. Sure, there was no one around at this time of night but...we were still in public.
"Sweetheart?" Darren looked down at me, his gaze sparkling with all of the colors of the rainbow.
"We should head back," I hinted. I wanted to get him back to the hotel, push him onto a bed - hell, it didn't have to be a bed, it could be any relatively flat surface - and go to town on him. I wanted to lick him up, taste him. The craving I had for Darren was strong. It was powerful.
Darren's eyes met mine, and I saw something similar in his gaze. A craving. An urge. "Come here," he said, pulling me closer. I let him tug me close and wrap me in his arms. I let myself sink back into another kiss. I lost myself so wholly in him and his addictive kisses, that I didn't realize I was straddling him until his hands cupped my ass.
I pulled away again, shaking my head. "We can't," I panted, "not out here."
Darren didn't protest. He didn't push me back and try to convince me like I had known other guys to have tried. He simply scooped me up in his arms and strode towards the building. It was a smaller building, a library or museum of some kind. The lights inside were all dark and as he rounded one of the tall, arching columns that ran the length of the face of the building, pressing me against it, I didn't see a single soul.
"What are you doing?" I asked as he dropped my legs. Instead of letting them fall, though, I wrapped them firmly around his hips and he groaned, pushing against me before shaking his head and pulling back as if he hadn't realized what he was doing.
"Just in case there are prying eyes," Darren said, his gaze dropping down to my lips again.
"Oh?" I shift against him, pushing my mound against his straining erection. I could feel it through his jeans. The bottom of my dress slid against my skin as I tighten my thighs, moving further up. "You're not over here for anything else?"
Darren's head dipped down to my shoulder and he pressed his forehead into it, groaning again. "You're fucking wicked, Jamie, you know that?"
I hummed and wiggled in his arms. Pops of electricity raced along my skin as Darren slid his hands down my arms, holding me still as he raised his head.
"Do you know what wicked girls get?" he asked.
I raised a brow. "What they want?" I guessed.
He paused for a beat before a stunningly gorgeous smile flashed across his face. "You're damn right, Sweetheart. Now, what do you want?"
"You," I said, rubbing myself against him. I felt like an animal in heat. "Please, Darren. I want you."
"Right here?" he asked, pressing me closer until it was so dark, all I could make out was the outline of his head and shoulders. "You want me to fuck you right here, Jamie? Someone could walk by. Someone could come up here. They could see you. This is a public space, Sweetheart. You sure?"
I didn't care. I wanted it. I wanted him. I moaned and gripped his shoulders, my nails sinking into the fabric of his shirt. "Please," I begged. I shook my head, feeling wild. “I just want you. I don’t care – please, Dare…”
Darren hushed me. “Okay, Sweetheart. Okay. God knows I can’t fucking say no to you. I want you too badly.” He kissed me again. Our mouths colliding and our tongues twining. As he hefted me up further along his body and reached down to unsnap his jeans, I moaned into his mouth. I sank into his heat and warmth. When he pulled back, the top of his pants was gaping, and I reached down, grasping his length firmly. “Shit,” he hissed through his teeth. “The guys are gonna kill me for this. We shouldn’t be doing it – not here.”
“I need you too badly, Darren,” I said, panting. “Please don’t stop.”
He shook his head as if trying to clear it. “I can’t stop, Sweetheart.” His eyes flashed, a spot of light filtering back into the darkness, cutting across his face. It illuminated the expression of determination and need on his features. The edge of his deep hazel eyes roiling with want. He reached down, feeling for my panties. Darren gripped the fabric and my panties down over my legs until they dangled around one ankle. I gasped as my hips lifted against the hard wall at my back to help him. For a shocking moment, I stared at him, my mouth hanging open before I glanced down. He hadn’t just pulled them down, I saw. No, they were ripped – the remaining fabric barely hanging on.
“Did you really just—” my words are cut off as he retreats from my grip on his cock. My palm falls away and in a single thrust, he sinks into me. Two separate moans conjoined and echoed in the space around us. My eyes sank closed on their own accord as Darren pulled back and pushed in. The feel of his cock stretching my folds and rubbing against that magical spot deep inside sent shivers cascading down my spine. I gasped as Darren pulled out and paused, keeping his cock at the apex of my thighs until I opened my eyes again with a sound of despair and want in my throat.
He watched me as he sank in this time. My body shook with effort despite the fact that he was holding me up. “Jamie,” he whispered, leaning forward and burying his face into my hair as he pumped and thrust. We sank into each other, his hardness sliding through the folds of my pussy, creating an ache I knew that would be there tomorrow and would last until the Press Gala or gathering or whatever the hell it was - the awards ceremony.
When we came, we did so together. Darren stiffened, holding his orgasm off as one of his hands released me and moved down to rub circles around my clit. He had barely touched my little bundle of nerves when I went off like a rocket. Stars burst behind my eyes. My skin lit aflame and I shuddered in his arms as he sighed and sank fully into me and came as well. His release flooded my pussy and when Darren finally let me
down, I could feel a little bit trickle down my inner thigh.
Blushing, I straightened my clothes as best I could. My panties were a freaking mess. I tugged them off my ankle and hurried to a nearby trashcan just several columns down away from where we had been. After I was done, Darren took my hand and we raced around the pillar, where we just had one of the hottest moments of my life, and headed for the street, hoping to catch a cab back to the hotel. Yea, he was a little freaked out about the possibility of his future, but Darren was going to be okay. The others and I would make sure of it.
Chapter 8
The door to the suite clicked and beeped when we slid our card and entered. Immediately, Taylor was in front of us. He crushed Darren in an adorable man hug while Cody found me and pulled me into his arms.
Cody gripped my waist and held me to him. “You are in so much trouble, Jamie,” he whispered. “Dex is pissed.”
“We were so worried about you guys.” Taylor awkwardly stepped away from Darren and patted him roughly on the shoulder. Somehow, it perfectly encapsulated a man’s worry and concern for his friend in a macho way that ended their bro hug.
“We were fine,” I said.
“We’re sorry,” Darren said. “We didn’t mean to worry anyone - I didn’t mean to worry anyone.”
“You, I trust,” said an ominous voice. I almost flinched as I turned towards Dex. His eyes were like sharp crystals. “Jamie, on the other hand, chose to sneak out to go looking for you without telling anyone.”
“He wanted to call the cops,” Taylor said, nodding.
“There was no need…” I tried.
“No?” Dex moved toward us and I had to stop myself from hiding behind one of the other guys. Cody and Taylor were way easier going than Dex, but they, too, had been worried. I had done that.
I sighed. “I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to worry you or Taylor or Cody. I was just… I wanted to make sure Darren was okay. I knew you wouldn’t let me leave alone.”
“You’re damn right I wouldn’t have fucking let you leave alone,” Dex snapped. “This isn’t Winthrope. This is Washington DC. It’s a bigger city than the small, safe, community you’re used to. You could have been mugged or raped.” With every sentence, the urge to flinch increased. My gaze dropped to the floor and I kept it fixated there.
“I don’t know what else to tell you,” I said quietly. “I really am sorry.” I could feel him standing directly next to me as Cody moved back, giving him room to be sufficiently intimidating. A hard finger found my chin and tilted my head back. Dex gazed down at me, assessing me.
“I’m glad you’re okay, Dare,” he said, addressing Darren even as he continued to stare at me. I shook under his intensity.
“Go easy on her,” Darren said. “She really was just trying to help. She would have done the same thing had it been you or Taylor or Cody.”
“And I would still do the same thing I’m about to do,” he assured him. That didn’t sound good. That didn’t sound good at all. I gulped, and Dex’s finger dropped. “Bedroom,” he said to me, “now.”
I looked over my shoulder at the others and they shook their heads but didn’t stop him. It still surprised me sometimes how easy things were between us. Yea, Dex was obviously pissed right now. But they trusted him in his personal relationship with me. It wasn’t like we were all in a relationship and they had to be privy to everything each of them individually did with me. They were concerned, like Darren had been about what the guys would think about fucking me in public - I mentally blanched at telling them about that later - and like how Dex was with me right now.
Sighing, I turned towards the bedroom Dex had taken residence in and I moved towards it. I entered and faced the bed, not even bothering to sit down. The door closed on an almost silent snick behind me moments later. I nearly leaped out of my skin when Dex gripped my arms and spun me around. Half expecting the tongue lashing of a lifetime - and not the good kind - I winced as I was spun around to face my punishment.
Instead, Dex crushed me to his chest and buried his face into my wild - just been fucked hair. Even though he didn’t know that, he also didn’t seem to care that it was a knotted and tangled mess as he pressed himself against me. “I am so fucking mad at you, Jamie,” he said, his tone gravelly. “I will scold you and I will spank the shit out of your ass, but I just need to hold you right now.”
Slowly, I let my hands drift up and I hugged him back. “It’s okay,” I half spoke, half whispered. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”
He shuddered. “You’re never allowed to sneak out like that again.”
“I won’t do it again,” I promised.
“I know you won’t,” Dex replied, pulling away and gazing down at me. “Take off your clothes.”
“W-what?” I dropped my arms away from him and folded them over my chest.
He sighed. “I meant what I said, Jamie.” Dex’s crystal gaze settled on me with the severity and seriousness ingrained in his expression. “I’m going to spank you. So, take off your dress or I’ll rip it off.”
Was this what he needed? I thought. Looking up into his tense expression, I realized it was. He was relieved that I hadn’t been hurt, but he was also angry, and he needed a way to feel like he was getting the message across. I could say I understood and that I was sorry until I was blue in the face, but until he had his hand on my ass… I guess he just couldn’t accept it.
My hands shook as I reached behind me to the zipper on my dress. As it came down, the dress gaped forward and Dex caught the wide straps and tugged it the rest of the way down. It fell to my feet, pooling around my ankles. I kicked it away and then my shoes as well. Dex’s eyes traveled up and down, pausing between my thighs.
Still staring at my pussy, he demanded, “the bra as well.” I didn’t bother fighting him and reached around to unsnap it, letting it fall away like my dress.
Dex reached up and gripped either side of my panties and slowly bent over, sliding them down my thighs as he went. I held my breath as I stared at the top of his head. I stepped out of my underwear, but Dex remained kneeling in front of me. Then his head lifted, and he buried his face in my pussy. I gasped, my hands immediately going to the crop of short, dark chocolate hair in wild disarray on his scalp.
Shit. I tensed. Darren and I had fucked no less than an hour ago. My thighs were still a little sticky with dried semen. But Dex didn’t seem to care. He wasn’t so much as licking me as he was just pressing his face into me. He held me there for a brief moment then nuzzled between my folds, causing electric shocks to ricochet through my veins right before he nipped at my clit. I tightened all over, my muscles seizing at the cross between pain and incredible pleasure as Dex slowly got to his feet.
The tension dripped away, melting off of my body like hot wax. My breathing was loud to my own ears as Dex’s gaze met mine. I shook as he gripped my shoulders and turned me around to face the end of the bed. My gaze went to the pale peach sheets and the matching pillows with the hotel’s emblem on them.
I focused on them as Dex whispered in my ear, “Bend over, and put your hands flat on the bed.”
I did as he told me, gripping the sheets and flattening my back as he moved in behind me. “This is going to hurt,” he warned. “I’ll stop when I stop. You don’t have to count.”
I closed my eyes as the first slap hit my backside. It flamed through me, straight to my core. The next one came down right on top of the last and I hissed as Dex’s palm slid down over my backside. The backs of my eyelids burned, but I didn’t tell him to stop. I didn’t get up or tell him that this was sick, and he was a pervert. Yea, the elements of dominance he held in our relationship - the spanking, the sexual elements - they were there. They weren’t all of us, though. They were a part of us though and, right now, that’s what Dex needed.
I let him spank me. After what felt like the billionth slap to my ass, I did contemplate strangling him in his sleep tonight. But considering how sore my ass was going to be when he was d
one, I would probably do nothing more than crawl into this bed, face down, and pass out. My whole frame shook with the concentration and effort it took to hold me up. I was exhausted.
Finally, Dex was done. He laid one last slap to the underside of my right buttcheek and then his fingers delved between my legs. I was wet, I realized as I moaned. He flicked my bud and then took it between his thumb and forefinger pinching down slightly. Not too hard. Just enough so that I could feel the pressure. I swiveled my hips, begging. For what? I wasn’t sure. I would take anything, his fingers, his mouth, his tongue, his cock. I just needed… something.
"Dex?" Was that my voice? It was high-pitched and wanting. Needy.
He continued to pet my ass, his fingers stroking up and down on my heated skin. "Yes, Baby?" He sounded so much less gravelly. I wondered if this was a kind of therapy for him.
"Will you please fuck me now?" I practically begged.
He made a sound of amusement and then pressed his lower half into me. I gasped as the sensation of denim pressed into my sore ass. My arms collapsed and I lay flat out on the bed, my lower half still supported by my feet on the ground. But even my knees shook.
"Yea, Baby." Dex leaned forward and licked my ear as he spoke. He took the lobe between his teeth and tugged gently, sending shivers dancing across my nerve endings. A wide palm traveled up my spine, spanning the space between my shoulder blades. "I'll fuck you. But let me take care of you first."
He massaged my back. From my shoulders down to the curve of my ass. Soon enough, I was a pooling mess of want, need, and relaxation. "Please...Dex..." I panted as he moved away from me, his hands dropping away briefly to strip off his own clothes.
"You want it, Jamie?" In a moment, he was back, pressing his cock against my entrance. "I've got you, Jamie." His voice skated down my muscles, strong, sure, and loving. "I've always got you. I don't ever want to see you hurt." He thrust, entering me fully and I gasped around the intrusion. He was so thick, but he managed to slide through easily, aided by my wetness and what I had already done with Darren.
