My head was full of the feel of her, the memory of the sounds she made and the desire that radiated off her body. The Ice Princess didn’t know who I was, but I would remind her at some point, and then I will make her mine.
***
My phone goes off, and I ignore it since I already know who it is…Jon. The guy didn’t know what it was to take it easy or just to let loose. He seemed pretty content last night as the blond dirty danced with him. Or should I say, she danced and gyrated while he stood there and let her?
I couldn’t imagine that going on for long before Jon ripped off her clothes. He’s not the laid back kind of guy that he portrays, more of a control type and he’s filled me in a few times on what he likes. Christ, he made me watch pornos of what he likes; I wonder if any of our brothers were into that type of lifestyle.
“Fuck,” I holler and grab my cell, hitting the accept button.
“Well, good morning, sleeping beauty,” he chuckles.
“You do know what time it is, right?” I mutter in annoyance.
“Yeah, I do know, get out of bed and come over,” he orders. “Old Fitzwilliam just called and asked us to meet him at his daughters.”
Oh shit, “No, I’m not going this morning,” I exclaim as I sit up on my bed. When I got home early this morning, I didn’t even take my clothes off. I passed out on my couch, well I passed out after I jerked off.
“Look asswipe, we have a job to do, and I already told you it’s a big contract for us,” he chides.
“I know that, Jon!” Now I was pissed, “Why is it only you and me for the most part working for Fitzwilliam?”
“Eli, we’re the oldest and the most experienced in our trade. Stop being a baby and get your ass up.”
“I’m sleeping, call one of your other brothers,” I answer.
“What happened to you last night? You were there dancing with Darcy, and then you both disappeared,” he questions. “Damn Eli, you didn’t fuck and leave her with her panties around her ankles did you?”
“Hey,” I growl, “Don’t talk to me as if I need monitoring. I didn’t leave her with her pants down, okay.”
“So, you fucked her, and now we are probably out of a job!”
“You know, there are five of us, Jon,” I snap, “Call one of them. They don’t mind you controlling their lives, me on the other hand, I’m going back to sleep,” and I hang up. He has a lot of nerve thinking I’d just take his damn shit.
***
I don’t get up until two in the afternoon and needing a coffee something fierce. So, I can admit I overindulged myself last night, what with the shots and beer. That was to get the nerve up to approach Darcy, but I didn’t do it the right way. But, fuck she fit perfectly against me, her curves felt so good, and the scent of her was embedded in my soul; not to mention it kept kicking me between the legs.
What the hell was this all about, it’s not as if I haven’t been with beautiful women before. Or found them infuriating and a pain in the ass, so what’s so different about this one. I couldn’t answer that question, besides all this thinking had me rather intimate with my hand and cold showers. Damn!
There was only one way I was going to get this taken care of, and that was to go out and get laid. Yeah, that was it. Now I just had to stop popping boners and stay out of the cold water long enough to find someone and fuck Darcy Fitzwilliam out of my system.
I decide to go to the gym later in the day, ya know work off some steam and all that kind of bullshit. Never make it there though, I head out to my usual watering hole to grab a drink and maybe a blowjob if I was lucky.
***
The bartender shoots me a smile, and I nod at her, “Hi Sandy, can I get a beer?”
“Sure thing, sugar,” and she reaches into the cooler and grabs a bottle. Popping the cap off and places it in front of me, “Where you been?” She asks me, she was sweet and we’d fucked around a few times without any entanglements.
“Got any plans for tonight?” I ask with a wink. She arches her eyebrow, “You wanting a date or an itch to be scratched?” I give her my best panty-melting smile and the next thing I know we are in a stall in the women’s washroom. Sandy grabs the front of my jeans as she fumbles with the button. I suck her lower lip between my teeth and lean my head back against the the cool metal. My mind drifts to Darcy, she was all I could think of and all I wanted was Darcy. My thoughts the last few days had been consumed with her. Her sweet essence on my tongue, the soft moans she rewarded me with and that hot fucking body that rested so perfectly against mine in that dimly lit hallway at Lefties.
I couldn’t even get it up right now, but as soon as I get home, I’d be harder than granite, “Fuck, I can’t do this right now, I got to go Sandy.” She nods as I open the door and leave.
There was only one thing I could do, come clean with Darcy and hope to God she wouldn’t kick me in the balls.
***
Sunday morning rolls around, and I drag my ass to the kitchen to make some coffee. Last night was a catastrophe, what the hell had I been thinking? Getting my cock sucked or banging someone would miraculously catapult me into forgetting Darcy? Yeah, that sounds even more stupid than last night. Geez, when did I turn into such a pussy, well in my defense I’d never really fallen into feelings before and now I knew why I stayed clear of the particular shithole!
After drinking eight cups of coffee I was wired, so I grab a protein bar and head out for an early morning run. The trail was usually empty at this time on the weekends, except for us runners, joggers, and walkers.
I turn on some Dio, letting it fill my brain with power as I stretch my legs. Nothing quite like fresh air and a good run to get those juices flowing. Tonight was family night at the parent's house, mom was a stickler for that; had to gather together every few weeks.
She lucked out, having five boys, there was no end to the mischief we got into as kids. Our dad was great too, he adored mom. I think we all strive to have something that real in our lives, someday.
Well, someday was here, maybe, they were married young as most did back then. Liam, the youngest brother, was already engaged at the tender age of twenty-two. Here I was at the ripe age of twenty-six, and I had never even fallen in love; I thought I was once, but as it turns out, just because you get your weenie wet, it doesn’t necessarily mean that you’re in love.
The harsh lessons we all learn in life, regardless of status or wealth. It makes me sometimes laugh, watching my brothers tip-toe around women. We were all looking for the same thing. Hmm, not really, I was looking for a place to pump my seed, it didn’t get much deeper than that, for me. Then I think about Friday night and having the magnificent woman come apart in my hands, she could make me forget that I wanted to stay single.
That one was a pistol, full of vigor and ripe for the picking. I didn’t know how I was going to approach Darcy after what happened, hell she didn’t even know it was me who made her come, not once but twice with my fingers. The thought of her bouncing on my cock, riding me like a cowgirl was driving me crazy. Just as I was about to begin my run, I notice movement to my left and look over.
“Well, look who’s here, Charlee,” the sound of her voice had my cock weeping, as I glance over my shoulder and see the girl I’d been jerking off to for the last few days. I grunt, pulling my shirt out of my pants to hide my hard-on.
“Ladies,” I smile, “I’ve never seen you here before.”
“Charlee lives on Netherfield, it’s a few blocks over from here,” she discloses.
“Is Jon with you?” Charlee asks me, and I shake my head. “Huh, he said that he would meet us here,” she mutters aloud.
“Did he,” my eyebrow quirking up. “I talked to him an hour ago, and he said something about going to speak with your dad,” and I gaze at Darcy. Once she notices me staring at her, she flushes, and I wonder if she knows that it was me in the narrow hallway on Friday night.
Her hair blows in the morning breeze, “How do you jog with your hair flying
all over?” A smirk pulls up one side of her mouth, and I can’t help but notice how plump her lips are.
“Hey, loverboy,” Jon comes up behind me and pats my shoulder. “What are you doing here?” He asks as Charlee sidles up next to him, gets on her tiptoes and kisses him.
“Can you two get a room, please,” I joke with them. I need to take my eyes and thoughts off of Darcy before I pull her into the bushes and finish what I started Friday night. This was pure insanity. I couldn’t stop thinking about her or how much I wanted her.
“I guess we’re going to be jogging together,” Darcy mutters with a faint smile.
I nod and walk over so I could whisper in her ear, “How about you and I put a wager on it?”
“And what kind of wager would that be?” she asked narrowing her eyes at me.
“You beat me, and I’ll take you for a drink,” instead of answering me, her mouth falls open. “What, you don’t drink?”
“Oh no, I do drink,” she scratches the back of her head and sweeps her tongue over her pink lips. It must have been an unconscious gesture as she clears her throat when she notices me staring at her lips.
“So, do we have a bet?” I waggle my eyebrows as she looks away from me, “Hey, if you’re chicken, that’s okay,” I comment, and that seems to push her along.
“Scared of what, having a drink with you? I’d hardly say that would scare me,” she giggles.
“Well, let’s go then,” I smirk.
“So, if you win I buy you a drink?”
I step right up next to her and in a low voice tell her, “If I win, you let me taste you. For the life of me, I can’t get your taste or anything else about you out of my mind.” She gasps and grabs the front of her shirt, turning slightly toward me, “You?”
“It was all me,” I answer, staring into her knowing gaze just before she steps back and plunks down on a bench.
“Come on, Princess, I promise it’ll feel good.” She doesn’t answer, just gets up and runs back towards her car. I groan as I watch her rear and chase after her. Fuck, I had to have her!
She goes to open the driver's door, and I lean against it, “What do you think you’re doing?” Darcy asks with her hands on her hips and a frown marring her beautiful face.
“What do you mean?” I cross my arms over my chest. “We have a bet, don’t we?” She grimaces and looks over at her friend, who was walking over to us with my brother.
“Geez, what are you two doing?” Charlee asks us.
“We’re doing nothing, Charlee. You didn’t need to come over here, you know,” Darcy says bluntly as she blows her hair out of her eyes.
“Why are you leaning on the door, ” Jon asks. Not that it was any of his business and I shake my head and chuckle, “Did I say something amusing?”
“Darcy and I don’t need an audience when we are talking. Why don’t you two start your run and leave us to discuss things, alone.”
I catch Darcy’s look and just realized that she was much shorter without her heels on. Not that it mattered, because of those legs! I groan while my brother and Charlee stare at me as if I grew another head.
“Can I talk to you, alone, Eli,” Jon asks me.
“Not right now, I need to clear some stuff with Darcy,” as I glance her way. “Darc,” I start, but she doesn’t bother to hold back her emotions as she rips into me.
“No, we have nothing to discuss,” her soft voice coming out tight. “I didn’t know that was you the other night, but, you knew it was me.”
“What,” Charlee chokes out as she grabs Darcy’s hand.
“Yeah, I should’ve said something, and I should’ve let you know it was me, but would you have danced with me,” I ask her as my heart begins beating hard. It felt as if it would pop out of my chest, “Would you have given me the time of day, Darcy?” I start sweating, it trickles down the back of my neck, and I rub my hand over it to catch it before it dripped on my collar. “Did you ever think that maybe, subconsciously, you knew it was me?” She stares at me blankly, “I didn’t push you to leave the dance floor, I’m not that kind of guy, babe.” I draw in a sharp breath and rake my hands through my hair. “I don’t need to play games to get a woman interested in me, but you, you think you’re better than me.”
All the time I speak I watch her eyes, watch the fire building inside them, but she never utters one word. “I don’t know what made me think that you were a prize worth having, but I can see now that it was a mistake.”
“Hey, you can’t talk to my friend like that,” Charlee pipes in an uppity tone.
“Charlee, I think this is between the two of them,” Jon exclaims, “They need to fix this themselves.”
“Oh, so that’s all you have to say!” Her petite five foot two frame shakes with anger, “He’s your brother, so I guess that means you would think like him.” Charlee growls, then turns to Darcy, “Let’s go, forget the run, the air around here is too thick, anyway.”
Jon stares at the blonde spitfire, “I didn’t know that I was bothering you, Charlee,” he quips and walks around her. “Ms. Fitzwilliam, we will be at your house by nine in the morning. I have the key you gave me, it will get noisy so you might want to leave for work early. Have a good day,” he nods and walks to his truck.
“Have a great day, ladies,” I smirk and run after Jon. “Can you give me a lift home?” I ask, he was pissed, and I thought that maybe I should walk when he answers, “Get the fuck in,” and he takes off, squealing the tires as we leave.
***
I don’t live far from the trail, and within minutes we pull into the complex where I live, “You want to come up for coffee?”
Jon sits quietly for a few short moments and nods, “I want to know what the hell happened between you and Darcy Friday night.”
“Fine, I have nothing to hide, bro. It was something that happened, and honestly, I was shocked it went that far,” I huff out.
“Yeah, yeah, did she threaten your virtue?” He grumbles.
“Very funny, she got what she wanted,” I smile, and his face lost all humor. He was about to berate me with questions, “Uh, no, inside,” and point to the building. There goes the peaceful Sunday I had planned for myself as I unlock the door and walk into the small foyer.
“Now can you answer me?”
“Damn, you’re worse than a kid,” I smirk and take in his lack of enthusiasm. “Ah hell, I’ll start from Friday morning,” I tell him what really happened after he and Mr. Fitzwilliam left the poolhouse and I heard a noise in the bedroom. We all thought we were alone, but when I peeked inside, I saw this exquisite woman wrapped in a towel. She moved with ease, confidence, and grace. I watch as Jon’s face goes through a spectrum of emotions, but when I tell him about the bat, he burst out laughing. Of course, he lost all humor when I relay about her towel falling to the floor when she swung it at me.
“Holy shit,” he mutters.
“Yeah, so you see what I’ve been dealing with, Jon,” I smirk. “Fuck, I can’t get her body out of my mind, then you asked me to go with you to Lefty’s,” I glance at him as I put his coffee down in front of him. “I was good and well fucked, bro,” I tell him with a deep sigh.
“Shit, no wonder you didn’t want to go there on Saturday,” he grunts while putting sugar in his cup. I sneer at the desecration of his coffee, “Don’t look at me like that, Eli, you know I use lots of sugar.”
“Yeah, I know, but it seems like you have sugar and a bit of coffee,” I chuckle when he reaches over and punches my arm. “Okay, so you two screwed around at the bar, and she had no idea that it was you?”
“In a nutshell, yeah,” as I take a hefty gulp of my liquid sanity. “Without getting into specifics, I stayed behind Darcy and talked in a deep voice. She had no idea who I was, but she didn’t balk when I pushed her toward the back hall either.” Just the thought, has me popping a boner, there was no way that little tryst was the last one we’d have.
“You know she probably has a boyfriend, Eli,” he
claims. “Women like her don’t walk through life without someone by their side.”
“I thought about that,” and take another drink. “Was anyone there when you guys showed up at her place?” There, I ask the one thing I wanted to know but was too chicken-shit to ask.
“There was a guy there, in her room, but he wasn’t a boyfriend. It was her brother,” Jon looks at me and furrows his brow, “Just how much did she drink?”
“Hell if I know, but she was toasted,” I chuckle at the memory. “So, why are you asking me that?”
Jon laughs, “We heard a noise from her room, and looked in. She was on the floor in the same dress she had on the night before,” his eyes crinkle at the corners from smiling. “Her dress was around her waist, and she looked every inch like a wet fucking dream.”
“So not funny, bro,” and Jon bursts out laughing. “Fuck off, Jon,” I say.
“You got it bad, Elijah Bennett,” he smirks. “My advice, stay away from her, she’s out of your league and so is Charlee for that matter,” his thumb rubs over the side of his mug, “I think we both better just let it go.”
“You do that, pussy,” and his eyes lock on mine. “I want more of that, and I always get what I want.”
Jon tilts his head and stares at me, “You mess up this contract, and I’ll make it so you’ll never have to worry about getting laid again,” he warns.
“Whoa, is that a dick threat,” I ask him, but he doesn’t answer as he downs the rest of his coffee and gets up. “I’ll see you at dinner,” he hollers over his shoulder just before he closes the front door. That leaves me to my own devices, as horrible as it was, sitting alone with my thoughts eating away at me.
I go to change into jeans, a black tee and call Karson, our second youngest brother, “Hey what’s up?” He asks when he picks up on the first ring.
“You feel like shooting pool, maybe grab a few beers before dinner at the parents tonight,” I mutter.
“Hell yeah, let me get rid of the girl in my bed and I’ll meet you at Beats.” I have to laugh, Karson never sleeps alone. He has a revolving door to his bedroom, and there was no end in sight for him.
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