A guy came while pleasuring me, and my own pleasure soars. My eyes widen and round, focused on his before I slam them shut and pulse into his face.
“Attagirl,” Jake growls, putting his warm mouth back on me for long, soft licks as I come down. Only when I squirm away from him does he sit back, examining the crotch of his pants. “Fuck.”
“That’s so hot,” I sigh, unable to resist thrusting my fingers inside myself. The thought of him coming just at the act of pleasuring me has me close all over again.
“Fuck, can we get you another one?”
“I think so,” I cry. He pushes my hand away, replacing it with his fingers and tongue. I’m cussing and panting and my jaw is almost chattering but with a drop back onto my elbows, I come again. This time, I’m sure I leave a mess on the table.
“That the last one?” he asks, breathing out hard and licking his lips.
“It’s all I can take,” I say, looking at him incredulously. “Thank you.”
“Thankyou,” he says, gesturing at his pants again and laughing. “Still batting a thousand.” I knock his hat off and tousle his sweaty hair in my hand.
“I think I’m a little late to the barbecue,” I giggle.
Jake grins and stands. “You reconsidering taking a date?”
“Maybe if he gets cleaned up. I can’t take a dirty cowboy to meet the family with cum all over his pants.” I put an exhausted kiss on his lips. “I’ll get the horses out and you can go shower?”
“Sounds good,” he sighs, but instead of pulling away, he just kisses me again. “You are so beautiful.”
I wrap my legs around him, keeping him close for another kiss. “You are too, cowboy.”
THIRTY-EIGHT
JAKE
We pullup at Darcy’s aunt’s house to find a yard full of people and a table of picked-over food.
She tows me into the party by my hand, and everyone from yesterday’s gathering seems happy to see me again. Darcy gets a lot of lingering whispers in her ear during hugs and I don’t even mind if they’re gossiping about me. That means they’re happy for her, and her family’s approval is important since they’re all so close.
Like how my family was before everything fell apart. The thought sends a pang through me.
We’re shooed off to get some food and Darcy squeezes my hand. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Your family’s just so easy.”
She shrugs. “We have skeletons just like anybody else, but we love each other. That’s what counts.”
I nod and we fill our plates. The only open spot is with Darcy’s parents and I sense her hesitation before she goes to sit with them.
“Guess we’re not shedding for the wedding anymore,” her mom says, looking over Darcy’s plate. “Isn’t that what Rob said to you?”
Darcy’s jaw sets. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
My stomach twists. Rob picked on Darcy for her figure? Judging from the way Darcy’s spine is ramrod straight, I don’t need to pile onto anything that makes her feel bad about herself, including criticizing Rob. I’m shocked her parents are giving her any hell about it. Do they know how badly he hurt her?
Her mom sucks her teeth, analyzing Darcy. “Good riddance is what I say. I don’t even mind that we lost money when you called it off. I’m just upset you didn’t come to us first.”
Darcy’s eyes narrow and she almost breaks her plastic fork cutting into some fried chicken. “I panicked.”
“I don’t see why anyone has to get married anymore,” her dad goes on. “It’s so traditional.”
Darcy tenses next to me and I put a hand on her knee. I’m equipped to deal with in-law bullshit. It’s basically my specialty. “There’s something nice about showing the people in your life who you promise to love forever.”
“Yeah, well, when it’s a $40,000 party you’re footing the bill for, seems like there must be a better way,” her dad counters, pointing at me with a pasta salad bow tie on his fork.
