7
Darcy
My mind wasin a tailspin and headed for the side of a very unappealing mountain shaped like my work life… which wasmy life. I couldn’t fully comprehend the idea of not being ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice for days, let alone weeks. What would I do? What did anyone do if they weren’t at work?
It didn’t seem right.
My breath caught. Weeks was just so much free time. Sharp, anxious twinges pelted my stomach. Work would pile up, day by day, and wait to bury me in an avalanche when I returned home. Staffing disasters. Rooms not cleaned thoroughly. Clients not being matched with Courtesans who could best fulfill their needs. Clients gettingangryabout substandard service.
It was a living nightmare.
My breath hitched, and Brooks made a soothing sound. He leaned forward and gently moved his lips from where they’d landed on my cheek to cover my mouth. When he was touching me, it was easier not to panic—probably had something to do with how my eager cock plumped every time he sucked on my bottom lip. My cockhead throbbed as he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and held me still. His lips worked over mine and his warm, insistent tongue flicked into my mouth. My eyes had slipped closed, but when I opened them, the emotions that rippled across Brooks’ face were subtle and lusty. He truly didn’t seem to think he was doing anything wrong by stealing me away from home. I straightened and licked my lips, and he stayed close.
“You have to take me back,” I murmured. My abdomen clenched. When I’d left this afternoon, I hadn’t prepared to be gone, but now that I thought about it, Mother had been far too amused. She’d had that satisfied little smile she’d worn the night of the auction. I loved her, butthat woman! I gritted my teeth. She’d been the same my whole life. I’d simply managed to elude her interest until now. I’d never been on the receiving end of her matchmaking. As her son, I’d always thought I was beyond her consideration on the sex front, but maybe she’d just been hoping I would do something different on my own? Something other than work myself until I dropped each night, too tired to even jerk off—not that she was aware of that last part, I hoped.
Who knew what ran through her head? Smarter men than me had attempted to figure her out and half of them were dead.
The sigh I let loose came from deep in the bottom of my belly, and I couldn’t have stopped it any more than I could keep my heart from beating. I enjoyed it more than I probably should have when Brooks moved me and used one hand to drag my head down against his shoulder. The scenery outside flashed by for a long while. Trees next to the highway flowed from maples and oaks to more of a pine mix, and the road began a barely perceptible climb. We were well into the foothills already.
Brooks played his hand along my side, cupping my hip, and eventually he worked his fingers under my shirt to stroke along the skin. I needed to get home and knew it, but this was… shockingly nice. My hard-on hadn’t ever really gone away from earlier, and the soft teasing had me squirming in my seat to try to get comfortable. Memories of him on top of me, filling me, panting against my ear as he pounded out his pleasure in my ass, all had me fighting to keep my hips motionless as my cock swelled and shoved out the front of my shorts.
The partition was up. I wasn’t exactly embarrassed, but hesitation kept me from doing anything about my problem. Levi would know what we were doing if I was too loud, and more and more I thought maybe he had reasons to dislike me other than how I threw a wrinkle into his usual daily routine. I hated it when things went strangely at the hotel, but I didn’t hate people the way he seemed to despise me, in spite of my reputation. Maybe he was in love with Brooks? I sank against Brooks’ warm side in contemplation. How much more fitting it would be for the man who’d been here, taking care of Brooks’ business and personal requests, to sit at his side. Crawl into his bed. Take his cock.
The scenario made sense. After all, I’d always imagined if I did meet someone, it would be at the hotel. A strange pang twisted up in my guts. Brooks had been in the hotel, I’d just never noticed him. I closed my eyes and huffed. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head.
Me being here didn’t fit my schedule, but it felt good. I pressed harder against Brooks’ side, until the seat belt became an uncomfortable deterrent.
“That’s it,” he whispered, almost like I was a client hesitant to actually go into the room he’d booked. It happened sometimes, that someone would lose their courage before they spent time with a Courtesan, and we didn’t do refunds, so it was always better to get them over their nerves. I didn’t like the comparison, though. “I’m here for you, Darcy.”
Brooks brushed his lips over my temple, and I moved until I could kiss him back. I’d never felt so self-indulgent as we sat doing nothing except kissing for what felt like hours. Eventually my cock began to ache, and I couldn’t take it anymore. My fingers fumbled and I cursed under my breath as I unbuckled my seat belt. Brooks’ low laugh was sexy and had me hungry for him as I straddled his lap. My head bumped the roof and I chuckled.
“There’s only one problem with your grand kidnapping scheme, sir. Other than the Courtesan needing me.” I brushed my fingertips over his cheeks and dotted kisses down his jaw to his chin.
“What’s that?”
“I don’t relax.” I rocked against him. Heat zinged into my groin and I had to do it again. He cradled my asscheeks like they were precious, and then his grip slowly tightened until it was a harsh squeeze that bordered on painful. He used his strength to drag me against him, which had me gasping and writhing.
“Do it, Darcy.”
My body had a mind of its own, and I ground against him, seeking some relief. In almost no time at all I had his trapped cock hard and hot against me, and he flexed his thick biceps to urge me faster. I bit my lip and sank into the lush waves of need spilling around inside me. “I haven’t relaxed in years.”
He lifted his hips, and the angle was so much better for me to rub against him. I moaned and tightened my arms around his shoulders. Tension coiled in my stomach and I whimpered. Embarrassment at the sounds I made had me slowing down, but he slapped my ass, and I sped back up.
“That’s why you need someone to make it happen for you. Take care of you,” he panted against my lips.
The silver at his temples gleamed as the sunshine streamed in the window at our side. My breath caught, and I slowed down enough to straighten his glasses from where they’d somehow gotten tilted. “Pure fantasy.”
The air in the car felt too warm. I sat up enough to unzip my shorts and take my cock out because I couldn’t stand having it trapped under the cloth anymore. It was a relief to wave free in the air. He wasted no time dragging my head down to kiss me again until I could barely breathe. I struggled against him and wasn’t sure why because I didn’t want to be anywhere else. Lemonade grumped at us in her doggy way from her spot on the floor.
“Let it happen.”
“I can’t.” Moaning, I buried my face against Brooks’ neck. It wasn’t great to be pressed against his shorts, but it wasn’t bad enough to stop me from feeling good, either. He was doing more than half of the work now, smashing our bodies together and sending waves of heat to blast through my groin and shake my thighs. He worked his hand into the back of my shorts and toyed with my asshole.
My arms tightened around him, and I gasped as I came without warning. My muscles locked, and the throbs that danced on my cockhead were so vicious they nearly registered as painful. Cum spurted from me, an awesome relief compared to everything else. I whimpered against him, and the happy grumble I got in return clenched my asshole and had me wanting more.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—fuck. I got you.” My arms shook as I pushed back to stare at the pearly stain on his shirt.
Brooks laughed and shrugged. “Like I care. Love it.”
