“I want you to come for me first, baby.” He sinks a finger into me, adding another after a few thrusts while his thumb continues its assault on my clit. I feel his mouth on my nipple, and his tongue swirls around the bud, provoking me; I push my chest up, greedy for more.
“Oh, God.” I moan as he finds that spot inside me that is guaranteed to send me over the edge. It takes only a few strokes before I’m a writhing mess, crying out as I spasm and clench around his fingers. And as if this man couldn’t get any hotter, he brings his come-soaked fingers to his mouth sucking them in and groaning with my taste on his tongue.
“Fucking delectable, Sweetness. Are you ready for me?” He smirks at me.
“Yes!”
He lines himself up, slowly pushing into me causing us both to groan at the intrusion. Once he’s fully seated, he slowly pushes in and out but his bruising grip on my hips tells me that he doesn’t want to be this gentle. I move my hand between us to rub my clit and on a breathy exhale say, “Give me more, Tate.” That’s all the permission he needs, he starts pumping in and out of me at a rapid but steady pace and I move my fingers in time with him.
“You’re taking me so well.” He groans, moving my hand out of the way to take over. “Fuck you feel so good.”
“I’m—fuck—I’m so close, Tate.”
“Shit, Darcy, you’re squeezing me so tight.” There’s a sheen of sweat on his golden chest and his movements are becoming more erratic—he’s getting close and I want him to let go just as much as he wants me to come undone.
“Tate, come with me.”
After a few more rolls of the hip, we both find our release. I cry out his name as he groans into my neck. As we come down, he kisses me gently and carries me into the shower. Once we’ve dried off and my head is resting on his chest, I succumb to the weight of the day and pass out almost immediately.
The next morning, I wake up before Tatum. If I let myself stay wrapped in his arms, I’ll want more and we both agreed that it would be one night only. Before I can change my mind, I carefully unwrap myself from his arms, throwing on the sweats and the t-shirt I had in my duffel, and sneak out before an awkward conversation about what can happen next comes up.
Chapter1
It Could Let In A Child
Darcy || 6 weeks later, July
God, I feel like I’m dying. The piece of plain toast I was able to force myself to eat this morning is currently being flushed down my toilet. I feel clammy, and the blue Gatorade I managed to grab in between puking sessions, sits barely touched on the floor beside me. I’m going on twenty-four hours of this and I realize I have to call Sinclair because I refuse to go to a walk-in clinic in these conditions.
“Darcy, baby. What's up?” Her effervescent peppy attitude comes through the phone when she picks up on the second ring.
I’m about to answer but my stomach resumes roiling. “One sec.” I mute my phone and heave for what feels like the millionth time.
“Darcy? Hello?”
I hit the unmute button. “Ugh, I’m sorry. I had to barf.”
“What’s wrong? Do you have a fever? When was the last time you ate?” Nurse Sin has taken over the body of my friend, rattling off questions like I’m running for President and every answer that I give is going to determine if I get her vote or not.
“I don’t know, but I need you to come fix me. No fever, at least I don’t think so. I don’t have a thermometer. I tried a piece of toast this morning but almost everything I’ve eaten or drank in the past day has not stayed down.”
“I’ll be there soon. Drink something, preferably with electrolytes.”
“Thank you.”
She hangs up the phone and I make myself comfortable on my bathroom floor, letting my eyes fall closed. My best friends all have keys to my apartment so if I fall asleep, Sin will be able to let herself in.
Sure enough, I wake up to a gentle hand rubbing circles on my back, and when I crack my eyes open. I am not only greeted by Sin but also by Harley and Kodi.
“Why is everyone here?” I groan.
“Well, in case these come back positive.” Sin drops a white and pink box in front of me, pregnancy tests.
“That’s funny, Sin. I just have the flu, and because you’re the nurse friend, I knew you could bring me all the remedies to make me feel better.”
“Have you had a cough, fever, sweats, runny nose, sore throat?” She adds. “Body aches, nausea, fatigue, migraines?”
“Ummm, no.” I think about it. “I had some nausea last week, but I thought Harls and I had bad sushi. I’ve been pretty tired, too, but I blamed that on being burnt out from work.”
