“What about?”
She looks wistful. “Ghosts.”
My lips quirk up as it becomes apparent that she’s not telling me more than that. “Hope I get to read it someday.”
Her smile is wry. “Me too. Hand me the knockoff Swedish Fish.”
I gasp, clutching the bag to my chest. “Knockoff is an insult! They’re better than Swedish Fish. More tender and delicious. I import these from Virginia. Buy a gross number of bags when I visit. The store hates to see me coming.”
I drink in her features as she snatches the bag from me. My t-shirt does nothing to cover her bare ass, her legs folded under her. My hat’s on her head, darkening her eyes and bringing some sense of order to those messy curls.
Well, they’re not usually messy, but I messed ‘em up pretty good earlier.
Darcy grins and crawls the few paces between us, straddling me.
“Oh, hello,” I say. “Got a pretty girl in my lap.”
She opens the bag of gummy sea creatures and puts a lobster between her teeth, offering it to me.
“Ooh, sexy,” I laugh. When I go to bite it out of her mouth, our noses touch. “Here, let me do one.”
I put a little blue dolphin between my lips. Darcy runs her tongue over it before she eats it.
“Asking for trouble,” I warn. “I love this side of you, though. You’re more relaxed than I’ve seen you all summer.”
Darcy rubs her lips together and licks them. “Well, I did get properly fucked.” We laugh and she passes her thumb over where I got punched on my cheek. The bruise hurts, but her touch is tender. “And I don’t know. Today, yesterday, whenever all that shit went down, it was tough, but there’s some peace here on the other side of it.”
“I’m happy for you,” I say, and I mean it. “All I’ve wanted is for you to get some peace.”
“I want the same for you,” she says.
I take in the woman in front of me, the womanonme.
Even with all her confusion and chaos, she is my peace.
Darcy wraps herself around me, koala hugging me with her legs too. “Thank you. For taking a punch for me. For protecting my peace.”
I push her back, holding under her arms so my fingers caress her back. “I’d do it again, boss. Anytime.” She kisses my cheek and surrounds me once more. I nuzzle under her ear and she giggles. “I think maybe we need to do that first part again.”
She shakes her head. “Which part?”
I smirk. “The getting properly fucked part.”
Darcy lifts a brow. “On your back, cowboy.”
I shift so she straddles me on the cool linoleum floor, a crinkle sound coming from the side of my underwear. She eyes me suspiciously. “Go see what it is,” I say.
“Hmph.” She doesn’t do that at all, resting the heels of her hands on my shoulders to hold me down and grinding on top of me. A “fuck” escapes me and Darcy just smiles. “That feel good?”
My hands sink into her, using my strength to help her grind exactly where I want her. “Fuck yeah, it does. You’re perfect.”
Darcy plucks at the waistband on my underwear. “What could be under here? Do these things have pockets?” She unveils my erect cock and puts her hands on her cheeks. “Mr. Warren! What is this?”
She’s being so stupid but I love it, chuckling at her. “That’s not the surprise.”
Her thumb smears precum over the head and I shudder.
“You sure?” she asks, all high-pitched and innocent.
