49. Hayden

CHAPTER 49

HAYDEN

Being with Darcy like this is life-changing. I'm never going to forget her sweet, needy moan or her expression of disbelief as her body pulsed with her orgasm.

My blood beats with pride and I roll onto my back, taking her with me so she straddles my hips, mouth inches from mine and sated expression all over her pretty face.

I'm done with sitting on the sidelines, building up Darcy's confidence just to send her into the arms of some other guy. I'm done with being her wingman. I want her, and I'm going to show her.

I hold eye contact as I suck her perfect taste off my fingers, something I've been thinking about since I used the toy on her.

My mouth crooks up into a pleased smile. "I love the way you say my name."

She blinks down at me, hair a mess and face, neck, and chest flushed, and I smile harder.

"And I love the way you look right now," I admit.

She huffs. "Like I just got hit by a car?"

"Is that how you feel?" I lift a teasing eyebrow at her and smooth my hand down her lower back before cupping her ass. "I should try again. "

"No," she laughs. "Not yet. I need a rest." She dips her head, burying her face in my neck, and my skin prickles. "That was the best orgasm I've ever had," she whispers against my shoulder.

An intense, possessive urge thunders through me, and I wrap my arms around her, clutching her to me. "You know exactly what to say to make me feel like the fucking man."

She chuckles, lifting her head to smile down at me.

God, she's fucking stunning. The color of her eyes, every eyelash, the slope of her nose, her Cupid's bow and the swell of her lips—every part of Darcy is perfection. Like nature gave her the best of everything, hand selected for her.

"You're an angel." I tuck her hair behind her ear. "You know that?"

Her eyes warm with amusement and those perfect lines of her mouth tip into a pretty smile.

"Sometimes," she says, before her hips tilt against my erection.

My body responds, tightening with need, and air hisses through my teeth. "Fuck." My eyelids fall halfway closed.

She watches with heated curiosity as she grinds against my cock again, and my jaw goes slack. Want fires through me. I'm so fucking close, I'm seconds from spilling in my boxers. My fingers dig into her hips to stop her.

"Darcy—"

"My turn," she whispers. Her eyelids droop, and she presses her lips in a tight line as she does it again, a sweet little frown forming between her eyebrows.

After so many years of forcing my feelings down, seeing Darcy enjoy grinding against my cock has me hurtling to the edge fast . Her lips part and her tits press into my chest as she drags herself up and down my aching length. We should stop before I lose control, but I can't—I'm too hooked on the way she's looking at me, like I'm hers.

"This is so good," she whispers, closing her eyes. "Why did we wait so long?"

My balls tighten, and my eyes go wide as I lose control.

"Shit, Darce—" I choke out, clutching her, bucking against her. Fire races up my spine. "I'm going to?—"

She lowers her mouth to my ear and nips my earlobe, and I'm done.

White heat roars through me, rushing through my blood and tightening in my groin. My release hits, and I moan a helpless, hoarse, broken sound into her neck, teeth grazing her skin. I'm clutching her so tight to my chest she probably can't breathe, but I don't have a thought left in my head except for the overwhelming need to fuck her hard and make her mine. I'm vaguely aware of her lips on my temple, but my full attention is on her dragging her damp pussy up and down my erection and the soft, encouraging noises she whispers in my ear.

My release subsides, and I lie there, staring into her eyes, air sawing in and out of my lungs.

Jesus fuck. Embarrassment hits me and I make a face, groaning.

"What?" Darcy laughs.

"I just came in my boxers like I'm seventeen again." Way to show her I know what I'm doing.

She snickers into my neck. "It was hot." She trails her fingers through my hair and inhales, her nose buried in my neck. "I'm going to be daydreaming about that tomorrow."

I sink my hand into her hair and tilt her mouth to mine, coaxing her lips open. Our kiss is slow, deep, and intimate.

How could I ever doubt that Darcy and I were perfect for each other? This is everything. It's like nothing else exists when we're together .

After cleaning up, we lie in bed, Darcy tucked against my chest and exploring my body with light, teasing touches.

I press a kiss to her temple. "You know on Valentine's Day, when you asked what kind of porn I watched and I got weird?"

She nods.

"I didn't want to send it to you, because they look exactly like us, and it's the only porn I've watched for years." I lift my head to hold her eyes with a steady gaze. "I imagine they're us."

The corner of her mouth pulls into a tiny, adorable smile. "Oh."

"Yeah. And you mentioned that I always take a shower after we touch, like after we cuddled and after you tried flirting with me?"

She nods, eyebrows sliding together.

"It's because you turned me on so goddamn much, Darce, that I needed to come, and I can't come quietly." My mouth hooks in a lazy grin. "As you now know."

She swallows, cheeks going pink. "Oh."

"Yeah."

There's a flare of surprise in her eyes, and I know, inside her head, she's processing this info.

That's fine. I'll give her time to let it sink in.

"You're really cute when you're flustered."

She chuckles into my shoulder before glancing at the door, hesitating.

"You're not going back to your bed," I tell her.

Maybe it's my imagination, but I think she's relieved. "Bossy."

I kiss her forehead, inhaling her, stroking my hand over her back. "You want some water?"

She shakes her head, takes a deep breath, and lets it out slow, her body relaxing into mine. I listen to her soft breathing as she falls asleep, and my thoughts begin to clear .

I'm done with being her wingman, and I'll do what it takes to convince Darcy she's mine.

She'll need time to process this, and the last thing I want to do is rush her. Telling her she's it for me, that she's the only woman I've ever wanted and will ever want, will make her panic.

So I'll give her time. I'll take the pressure off.

My heart does an uneasy tug. What if I show her how good we could be together, but it's still not enough?

Just a pretty face and a good fuck .

I tighten my arm around her. In her sleep, she sighs and nestles farther into my chest, and determination floods me.

I'm racing toward a cliff with a cut brake line. My only option is to push the pedal to the floor and hope I clear it.