“Attagirl,” Jake grits out. “Atta-fuckin’-girl.”
I decide to be even better. I pull at his belt, popping open his button and zipper. “Did you make a mess, Jake?” I pant.
Jake’s mouth hangs open, his eyes hooded. I run my finger along his cock, picking up some of his release. “Darcy, ah?—”
“I can help you clean up,” I say. This is a first for me. Cum is usually not my favorite thing to consume, but I want this. I want this part of him. No man has ever accepted me as completely and fully as Jake accepts me, and I want to give that back to him. I lift my finger to my lips, and suck it into my mouth. I take in his taste, closing my eyes to savor it.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers. “Holy shit.”
“Close your legs for me,” I hum.
Jake snaps his legs together and I slide to my knees on the truck’s floor, licking his shaft clean to his choked sighs. “I love the way you taste.”
He clutches my neck and uses his thumb to tip me up to look at him. He scoops one last drip out of his underwear and offers his finger to me. I suck it clean. His voice is awestruck, pupils blown wide. “Filthy fuckin’ girl.”
I grin and carefully lift the band of his boxer briefs, then shift his zipper and button so he can get his pants back on. I pat his thighs and give them a playful squeeze. “Wanna take me home now, cowboy?”
TWENTY-EIGHT
JAKE
We pullup to the farmhouse with Darcy melted into my side. I put the truck in park and look over at her, not sure if she wants me to stay over.
“I had a lot of fun with you,” I say, my hand still planted on her knee, fingertips tracing her skin.
Darcy smirks and peeks out the windshield, bobbing her head. “Awful lot of coyotes out there, though.”
I chuckle and grip the side of her neck. “Sounds really dangerous.”
Darcy’s eyes burn into mine. “Guess you have to stay over. For safety.”
I nod, trying to look pensive. “I think you’re right.”
Darcy giggles before leaning in for a kiss. “Come on, cowboy. Let’s get some sleep.”
* * *
Darcy popsout of the ensuite bathroom in a pair of sleep shorts and a baggy t-shirt. I’m just in my underwear and I suddenly feel underdressed.
“Should I . . . grab a shirt?”
She shrugs. “If you want. I just know if I get in bed next to you and I’m naked, we’re not getting any sleep.”
“Is that so bad?” I ask. “Sleep’s overrated.”
Her smile is wry. “I’d normally agree with you, but with my anxiety so bad lately, I need to focus on good sleep.”
Fuck. Here I am begging for a sexy all-nighter, and she’s still going through a tough time. She was majorly triggered earlier tonight, and I’m just writing it off like giving her an orgasm cured her.
“No, totally. I didn’t mean you owe me anything.”
She puts up her hands. “It’s fine. I just need to make sure I get some good sleep. If it’s too tempting to sleep next to me?—”
I cut her off with a shake of my head. “Not at all. I’m just as game for snuggles.” I cross the room to stand behind her, looking at us reflected in the dresser mirror. “You know what’s hot?”
Darcy quirks an eyebrow at me as she rubs lotion into her arms.
I coil one of her curls around my finger. “You telling me what you need. It really means a lot.”
