He pulled all the way away, so they were no longer touching. “I’m saying I probably can’t. I don’t know. I was in the hospital when I was put on this stuff, so I don’t remember the whole spiel, but—yeah. I can’t sleep with you. I literally can’t.” His voice was rougher than he wanted, and Darcy jerked back at his tone, but hot shame was clogging his throat.
Her eyebrows flexed as she processed that. Teagan looked away, down at his feet. He didn’t even have his shoes off. Not that that was a strict prerequisite to sex, he supposed, unlike a functioning cock.
“I didn’t know they gave out antidepressants for alcoholism,” Darcy said after a minute.
“I don’t know. I’m not a doctor,” he snapped, the deception burning worse than the embarrassment now. Maybe it didn’t really matter either way. He leaned forward and covered his face with his palms.
He heard Darcy shift closer to him. She leaned up against the side of his body.
“Sorry. I was just surprised.My dick doesn’t workisn’t a line I’ve heard before.”
Teagan managed a self-pitying laugh. “Christ. It’s not a line. Believe me, I wish...” He wished he could be more than half hard when the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen was half naked in his arms. He wished he really was an alcoholic instead of someone with a psychiatric disorder, because then he wouldn’t be lying to Darcy, and he could just stop drinking and go on with his life. He wished he’d been eaten by a bear so he’d never had to have this conversation. “I wish I could,” he hesitantly finished. He forced himself to open his eyes and look at her, because if he never got any more than this, he at least wanted to be able to remember what she looked like.
Darcy’s expression had moved past confusion now. And she showed no signs of getting up and putting her clothes back on, which was what he’d expected she’d do. Instead, she looked... thoughtful. Like she was considering a diesel generator error code.
“I can work with that,” she said, mostly to herself. She stretched and flicked her hair back over her shoulders. She nodded.
“Work with what?”
“You. Who cares about your dick, anyway? Not me,”she said brightly. “You know, it’s not like it matters to me whetheryoucome.” Then she was back in motion, pushing at his shoulder until he slumped over onto his back in surprise. She leaned over him, smile showing many sharp teeth. “And I wouldn’t evenexpectyou to while I’m sitting on your face.”
A confused laugh tangled in his throat. “What?” he asked again.
She’d gathered both confidence and momentum, and her hands were back on her clothing. “I’m asking if you eat pussy, Teagan,” she said, a cheerful note entering her voice.
“I—on occasion,” he said, mind struggling to keep up with his rapid change in fortune. He did. Not too badly, he thought. A great wash of relief began to flow through him.
“You’re not one of thosebirthdays and anniversariesguys, are you?” she said, judgmental for the first time since their clothes had started to come off. But she undid her own fly anyway.
“No, I mean—when the opportunity presents itself,” he said, trying to convey his sincerity.
That cracked her up. “Oh man, this opportunity is going to bepresenting,” she chortled. She shoved her underwear down over her hips, shimmying them off. “Do you want me to do a little dance, like a bird? Or some alluring poses, like a cat in heat?”
Maybe this situation was salvageable.
“I wouldloveto see your little dance,” Teagan said, but the remainder of his smart remarks were cut off by Darcy’s tongue in his mouth, and he supposed he ought to start putting his own to more productive use.
seventeen
Her triceps burned from the effort of bracing herself. Big words aside, Darcy hadn’t actually tried this position before—or more precisely, no man had trusted her in a position where slightly less core strength on her part would cut off his oxygen supply.
But oh my God, she thought.OHMYGOD. This was a fantastic place to be: knees around Teagan’s ears, feet on his chest, hands propped on the upholstered back of the couch. His lips exactly where she wanted them.
That had been the happy thought she’d gone to bed with the night before, like a twenty-dollar bill in her pocket to spend at the commissary: Teagan would do whatever she wanted. Or rather, whatever she asked him to do. Most of the men she’d ever been with had probablythoughtthey were doing what she wanted in bed; they just had brain rot from too much porn.
But this one had actually listened.
Darcy gasped as he pulled her hips forward so he could lick along the entire seam of her body. His hands were spread along her ass, and even if he wasn’t supporting much of her weight, he was holding her tight enough to leave an interesting constellation of fingertip bruises there. She grinned, imagining his blush as she walked past him in her smallestpair of underwear tomorrow. He had really good blushes for a guy who was eating her out like there was a scheduled critique afterward.
Darcy thought she could have gotten off no matter what Teagan did; she had all the leverage, and she could just rub against that full lower lip until she saw fireworks. But Teagan was trying to show off or earn a new rank in oral sex or something, and the sideswipe of his tongue against her clit was making her arms tremble every time a wave of sensation crashed through her.
“Oh hell,” she moaned when he rolled her clit between his lips. “I’m actually going to come. Keep doing that.”
She wasn’t sure he could hear her with her thighs around his ears, but either her command or the urgency with which she rocked against him made an impression. He redoubled his efforts, lips hard and tight around her most intimate spaces.
Tension was gathering, winding up her thighs and tightening her nipples. Darcy closed her eyes to the beautiful, empty room and tried to picture how the two of them must look: decadent. Indulgent. Darcy so rarely got exactly what she wanted, when she wanted it—in sex, in anything—that she wanted to be able to summon this moment the next time someone told her she had to accept a substitution for what had been promised to her.
That person wouldn’t be Teagan. He did what he said he would. That’s why she was naked and rocking against his mouth.
