“I’ll get you moving again,” I promised, wriggling out of my slacks.
Darcy chuckled, watching me move. “You still don’t wear underwear, huh?”
I looked down at my aching erection, and then at the pants in my hand. “I don’t think I own underwear,” I said with a shrug.
Darcy put the back of her hand to her mouth as though covering more laughter. The movement lifted her breast, her pointed nipple tenting her tank top, begging for attention. I gripped my dick to keep it from getting too excited and slid her shirt up, mouthing at the flesh I exposed. Fuck, she was delicious. Her skin smelled warm and slightly salty, and her taste on my tongue was so uniquely Darcy that I had to give Mr. Feelgood another warning squeeze.
“Kane,” Darcy begged. Once she had my attention, she flung her hand toward her bedside table. Taking the hint, I leaned over, finding an open box of condoms inside. A stab of jealousy hit me so fast it took my breath away, but even as my mind retreated from the bedroom, my little head took over as she gripped me and gave a firm stroke. “Fuuuuuuck,” I groaned, my legs instantly turning to jelly. I looked down to see her small hand working me in unhurried movements. Gripping the headboard, I kept eye contact with her as she reared up and slid her lips over the tip of my cock.
“Shit, yes. Darcy.” I threw my head back, squeezing my eyes shut tight to keep from coming on the spot. She was warm and wet and I knew the only thing that could feel better than this was getting back where I’d had my tongue minutes before.
She played with me, flicking her tongue over the head, moving down my length in wet, open-mouthed kisses that drove me insane until she dipped down and sucked my balls in. Releasing them with a pop, she ran her tongue back up, but before she could do more, I took her jaw in my hand and crashed into her with a punishing kiss. If she so much as breathed on me right now, it would be game over. Time for the condom. Quick as I could, I slid the rubber over my hypersensitive flesh and settled between her thighs.
“Are you sure?” I asked, because I couldn’t help it. Despite her willingness to participate so far, I’d heard my father take my mother too many times when anyone could hear she wasn’t a willing participant. Fuck that. I never wanted to be anything like him.
“Kane. Fuck me. Now, please.”
Shaking thoughts of my parents away, I smiled in relief as I eased into her wet heat.
“God, you feel so good,” I groaned as I slid all the way in. Darcy whimpered in reply, bringing her knees up to my ribs and opening herself further. When I made no move to continue, she dug her nails into my ass, curling her hips as she let out a small mewl.
I chuckled at her impatience, and the sound felt like a release. This is where I needed to be. Always.
I’d been with a lot of women since Darcy, but none of them had filled the void she left. Turned out quality was better than quantity. No offense to the other women I had passed time with, but they weren’t Darcy. Shit, the womanizing had always been about trying to replace her, when all along I should have been plotting to get her back.
As I found my rhythm and she matched me stroke for stroke, I had to admit I had never stopped loving Darcy Rowsthorn.
I probably never would.
Now that we’d found each other again, things were perfect, and I was going to make sure they stayed that way.
When I was accepted into the national team, I would make her my wife. End of story.
Darcy
Consciousness came slowly,my body humming from the workout Kane had given me the night before. I could feel his arm, heavy across my middle, and the little puffing snores told me he was still deep in sleep. As much as I would have liked to enjoy the peace of the moment, maybe even had a repeat performance before we started our day, it was time for me to knuckle down and write my article. Carefully as I could, I moved out from under Kane, chuckling quietly as he reached for me in his sleep, and padded out into my living room, swiping my robe from the back of the bedroom door before closing it quietly behind me.
I’d had sex with Kane, and it was better than I remembered the first time being. Then again, I knew for certain it wouldn’t turn out the same way as last time.
Murderer, a small voice whispered in the back of my head before I pushed it firmly away. This was a new start for us. Kane hadn’t mentioned anything about our first breakup, and neither would I. Things hadn’t exactly been a secret and I guessed Evie must have spilled the beans a while ago. Why else would Kane not have asked what happened to his child?
I rubbed my sternum, trying to ease the ache, and grabbed my laptop out of my bag.
New start.
We were kids back then. Now we were adults. Both at the cusp of achieving the dreams we could only pray for when we were in school.
I brought up a new word document, thinking about the ambitious boy I had known, and suddenly I knew precisely what angle to use for my article. An inspirational piece about a boy from the wrong side of the tracks who fought to realize his dream. Once the opening sentence was down, the words started to flow in a way they hadn’t in too long. Page after page, I wrote everything I knew about Kane’s training and drive, the sacrifices he made, and the moment he came first in his trial.
Sometime later, as I was putting the last words on my first draft, a mug of coffee appeared under my nose. Accepting the offering, I looked up into eyes that were as warm, dark, and welcome as the liquid I sipped with a contented sigh.
“Working hard?” he asked, glancing at the screen.
“Just about ready for self edits,” I confirmed with a smile. He returned the expression, reaching out to thread his fingers through my hair. Pulling my head back, he planted a sweet kiss on my lips.
“What do you have on for the day?” I asked, feeling warm all over under his gaze.
“Extra training, then I’m going to watch some of the others swim their trials. Want to come?”
