I spread my legs farther, giving him more room, and slid my palm to the back of his head again, twisting my fingers into his hair. I tugged at the strands gently, and he whimpered. “Do you like my cock, sweet prince? Would you sit on it right here if I asked you to?”
He didn’t say a word, but the sharp inhale through his nose told me the answer. I didn’t want that yet, though, not until I got him to where we were headed. His enthusiastic sucking continued until the familiar pressure of my orgasm built up at the base of my spine.
I leaned my head back against the seat and thrust my hips up, jamming my cock deep inside his mouth. He gagged and gasped but stayed still as jizz shot from me into his throat. Trembles of lust had my body shaking until my balls were empty and I had nothing else to give. He pulled away, letting my half-hard cock fall from his mouth, and sat back panting.
My imagination showed me images of Darcy, face flushed and pupils wide with need, and my erection threatened to rise again. I reached over to touch his thigh, inching closer to his cock, but he brushed me away.
“I’m fine,” he said, his voice scratchier than before.
“Let me take care of you.” I felt like a broken record, but he was so stubborn, not willing to give up control. It was one of the things I liked about him—a man who fought me every step of the way. I’d met a lot of people whowantedme to give them everything, but Darcy wasn’t like that. He prided himself on his independence, and that was the most attractive thing I’d ever seen.
“No, I don’t need you to.” There was a click I thought might be his seat belt being buckled.
I tucked my dick away and zipped up my shorts again. I reached out for him but was met with his back, telling me he was looking out the window. The silence was thick in the car, and I hated it. “I worked for your mother for about five years,” I said, giving him what he really wanted—to know who I was.
The sound of the seat squeaking made me smile. He was turning back to look at me. Darkness swirled in my vision, and I wished I could see even a glimmer of light so I could watch his outline, but everything was too murky today.
“I started when I was twenty-one. I was honest with her about my epilepsy from the get-go, and I’d thought she wouldn’t give me the job. But she did. That’s what I like about the madam, she takes care of people.”
He snorted softly, lovingly. “Yes, she does.”
“She told me that if I ever felt unwell or knew a seizure was coming, all I needed to do was tell her and she’d get me somewhere safe. Me—a bodyguard. It was my job to protecther, but she was also taking care of me.” I found his hand again and linked our fingers, squeezing them. “The first time I saw you, it was my second day. I’d seen some beautiful men already in the Courtesan, but none of them had anything on you.”
“That’s a lie,” he grumped.
“No, it’s not.” I raised his hand to kiss the back of his knuckles. “I knew then and there I wanted you for myself.” Countless people, including other guards, warned me away from him. I could still remember a good friend I’d made, Hennessey, and what he’d said about Darcy.
“Do you like your balls warm and pumping out loads? Don’t even think about going near the Ice Prince. He’ll freeze them off.”
I didn’t believe it. I’d seen the way they all used him. Most of my job had been to patrol the Courtesan when I wasn’t out with the madam, and that meant keeping track of Darcy.
“I watched you for years, waiting for you to notice me. But you didn’t.”
Darcy let out a breath but stayed silent.
“That was okay, though. I told myself I’d make you see me. So I helped you when I could if you struggled. I was handy with fixing things, and once your shredder stopped working. I thought if I repaired it I would get your attention.” I laughed at how stupidly in love I’d been, a man caught up in his own infatuation. Yet, Darcy had never noticed me.
“I only note the employees not doing their jobs,” he said, which wasn’t quite an apology, but it was in there. Darcy didn’t say he was sorry, not often, anyway. The only people who were lucky enough to get any politeness were the clients.
I laughed. “Yes, I figured that out, so I watched you from afar, hoping there’d be a day you’d finallylookat me.”
He sighed.
“After my fall, I thought I’d never be good enough for you. Who would want a man who not only had seizures but was also blind? Men I tried dating ran for the hills after a few months. One lasted a year before he had enough.”
“And then they just… left?” The disgust came through loud and clear. He huffed, his hold on my hand tightening. “Assholes.”
I smiled, stomach warming. “I don’t blame them. Maybe they could tell I was never really interested in them because all I could think about was you. How much I wanted it to beyouin my bed, not them.”
“Oh.” Darcy tugged at his hand, but I didn’t let go—I refused to give up, now that I had him here.
I hauled him closer and touched the corner of his lips so I could find where they were before I kissed him. Cupping his cheek, I consumed him in every way, not willing to let him slip past me again. I wasn’t that scared kid who’d seen Darcy for the first time. Now I was confident, comfortable money-wise, and powerful. I’d learned to live with my disabilities, and I embraced them. Icontrolledmy life, and that meant earning Darcy’s love, lust, and loyalty.
“Where are we going?” Darcy whispered after I’d finally broken the kiss so we could suck in needed air. He turned his head, and I dropped my palm from his cheek. “We’ve been driving for a while and that’s not New Gothenburg out there.”
I chuckled. “You’re right. It’s not. I’m taking you to the Astamaya retreat in the Catskills. It’s about a four-and-a-half-hour drive.”
“What?” he half screamed. “What do you mean you’re taking me to the Catskill Mountains? I haveworkto do.”
