“Good,” I interjected, and grabbed Darren’s arm. “Let’s go. Bethany, I’ll see you later.”
“Bye.” She waved meekly before burying her face back into her drink. I bet she was regretting dragging me to drinks now. She could pay for our drinks then as an apology.
Marching us out of the bar, I clenched my teeth and held my anger until we were all the way home. A feat in itself for me.
However, the moment we stepped into the quaint, two-bedroom house we’d taken up residence in, I turned on Darren, shoving my finger in his face. “What the hell was that?”
Darren laced his hands behind his back, his expression dry and without emotion. “Your employer wants to bed you.”
“No fucking duh,” I growled, wanting to pull my hair out. “I think I could figure that bit out for myself without you antagonizing him. Why can’t you just be like you are with the vampires and not start shit?”
“We’re not with vampires now.” Darren took the few steps toward me until I was forced to back up as well. My back hit the wall and his arms caged me in on either side. “And it is my job to keep you safe. That includes from over interested lawyers, who think to take what doesn’t belong to them.”
My annoyance at Darren shifted at his nearness. My heart rate sped up and my nipples hardened as his chest brushed against my front. “And who exactly do I belong to?” I licked my lips, my mouth going dry from the intensity of his stare.
Darren leaned down, one hand brushing my blonde hair over my shoulder. “I think you know.”
I shivered as his fingers trailed along my cheek and cupped the back of my neck. The relationship dynamic between Darren and myself had shifted at some point over the last year. Of course, it had already been well on its way after the scene with Antoine in his office when he’d been trying to get me to back out of going to Club Dead. However, after a year of living together, make-believing we were playing house while we waited for the vampires in our lives to outrun or kill the hunters chasing them had somehow morphed into something real. I could almost pretend like we were a normal couple just living our lives, except for the monthly visits from one of the Durands.
“Stop worrying so much,” Darren murmured, brushing his lips against mine. “That’s my job.”
“And what’s mine?” I smiled against his lips, my fingers coming up to curl into the front of his shirt. I knew I was driving him crazy by wrinkling up the material. His analness was one of the things I loved about him. Every inch of me just itched to mess up his perfectly coiffed appearance and he might be annoyed by it, but he also loved every moment of it.
Darren’s other arm moved down my back, cupping my ass before finding the edge of my skirt, dipping his hand beneath it until he found my center. I gasped and bucked my hips against his touch. “You are meant to be savored and adored. Worrying does not suit the goddess that you are.”
My cheeks ached with how wide I grinned. “You’re such a charmer. I can see why Antoine—” Darren flicked his thumb against my clit, making me groan.
“No more talking.” Darren captured my lips, devouring every inch of my mouth with his tongue. I dragged my nails through his hair and let out a grunt of annoyance as he removed his hand from between my thighs, pulling my leg up and over his hip. Rolling my hips, I ground myself against his hardness, seeking out some kind of release for the ache he had stirred in my core.
“Now, please,” I gasped into his mouth, reaching between us to pull down his zipper. My hand wrapped around Darren’s length, hot and hard in my grasp. He hissed at the contact. Grabbing me beneath both legs, Darren pulled me closer so my skirt bunched up at my waist. As he sank inside me, my head fell back against the wall.
In a town I didn’t want to be in, away from home and everyone I knew, helpless to save the men who I’d begun to refer to as family, this was the only thing that made sense. This right here. With Darren, who had started out a reluctant coworker, and had turned into a friend, a confidant, and now lover. Calling him my boyfriend had been putting it simply, but as Darren had once explained to me his relationship with Antoine, ours was so much…more. Boyfriend didn’t quite cut it. Especially when I technically had five others, if I could still call them that seeing as we only got to see each other once a month, and not even all of them together. Last time was Marcus’s turn. This time was…
I pulled my mouth away from Darren’s and blinked rapidly, barely able to think, let alone speak with him inside me. “What…what day is it?”
“What?” Darren grunted, his hips shifting to press even deeper inside me.
White spots formed behind my eyes and my fingers clenched into his hair as I cried out. For a moment, I lost my train of thought, absorbed by the feeling of Darren within me.
Forcing myself to think clearly, I grabbed Darren’s face between my hands. “What day is it?”
“Friday, you know that.” Darren cupped my ass so tightly I knew I’d have bruises tomorrow. For someone who bottomed for a vampire master, he had no issue in being the top in ours.
“No, no. The date.” I smacked his shoulder and felt myself clench around him. A wave of pleasure surged through me, fogging my mind and making me forget what I was even talking about. Darren seemed overcome with the same need as he drove into me faster. With one hand, he ripped my shirt open, exposing my bra, and I couldn’t get out of my clothes fast enough.
My bra went next, tossed with my shirt into the darkened house. My skirt stayed up around my waist as Darren dropped my legs and turned me around, backing me toward our couch. Bending me over the arm of the sofa, he pushed back inside me all at once. I cried out at the sudden intrusion, but then braced myself on the cushions. I didn’t question our sudden ferocity, my mind focused on one thing—finding my release.
With my clit pressed against the rigid material of the couch, it didn’t take long for my insides to tighten around Darren, and I screamed my release until my throat ached. Darren grunted shortly after, spilling himself inside me before slumping against my back.
While my body cooled, I took in slow, deep breaths. Having orgasmed, I could think again. What was it I was worried about again? It was then that I felt the eyes on us.
My head slowly turned toward the armchair as the lamplight clicked on.
Ebony hair tumbled over wide shoulders, his piercing blue eyes staring straight into my soul as his luscious lips curled into a devilish grin. “Well, isn’t this interesting.”
Fuck.