Behind Iron Lace (12 page)

“I’m going to come, baby. You suck so nice, I can’t stop.” The words were little more than ragged gasps before he went over with a loud cry. Darcy’s name burned in his ears as hot savory cum shot into his mouth. He gagged again. No matter that he knew it was coming, he wasn’t ready. He gulped, taking him in deeper, drinking him down. He suckled him until he stopped shaking. “Darcy. I want you inside me.”

It was too much. His dick throbbed painfully inside his pants. This need for Caleb was more than he understood. He wanted to whimper; he wanted to curl up and try to figure out exactly how he’d gotten to this point. Instead, he stood up and with jerky hands, he dragged his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor with Caleb’s jeans. “Tell me what you want Caleb?” He turned his words back to him as he stepped out of his pants. “What do you want me to do to you?”

“I want your cock inside me, Darcy,
bebe
. I want you to pound me into next week, make me fly to the moon. I want you to fuck me hard and fast and fill me full.” Caleb shifted on the counter pulling his legs back as he dragged Darcy closer. His lips weren’t tender when he kissed him, his hands were demanding, bruising as Caleb tried to wrap himself around him. “Please,
bebe
. Fuck me, now, here.”

Darcy stepped away, his heart pounding inside his chest so hard he couldn’t breathe. He saw a small glass decanter filled with a pale, yellowish oil beside the stovetop not far away. He slicked his hand with it and then his cock and with a quick thrust, he was inside Caleb.

It wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t sweet, it was brutal and Caleb sighed, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. “Oh yeah, shit, Darce. More.”

And Darcy gave him more. He slid his hands beneath him and lifted him. Caleb fell back onto his elbows holding his body rigid as Darcy thrust into him, his legs locked around his hips, his cock filled and sweat sheened on his body. He was beautiful, his eyes a deep shade of green, slitted in pleasure. He growled Darcy’s name begging for more and harder and Darcy gave him both. He braced his feet wide apart and lifted Caleb higher against him, holding his hips he thrust inside him until Caleb cried out. He arched his back, his head thrown back as he howled Darcy’s name, his pleasure shooting in ribbons to coat his belly.

“Oh, God.” Darcy watched him come, fascinated by the raw power in his lithe body, he held him as he came down, stroking into him slower now, Caleb’s muscles working with his strokes to push him over the brink. “Caleb.” He couldn’t stop he couldn’t catch his breath. He came hard, pulsing into him, his name the only coherent thought. Caleb. Caleb. His whole world revolved around Caleb.

Minutes passed while Darcy held his hips, their bodies still joined. Both slick with sweat and cum and Darcy noticed how still he was. He lay boneless on the counter, his legs slack around Darcy’s waist.

“Caleb?” Darcy lowered his legs to the floor, withdrawing he leaned over him. He still didn’t move despite the odd position. “Caleb?” A shot of fear lanced through Darcy then, he gripped his chin. “Dammit, Caleb, look at me.”

His eyes fluttered open, his mouth stretched into a long languid smile. His breathing was shallow. “You scared me,” Darcy practically barked in relief as he tugged him to his feet.

Caleb fell around him, his arms draped over his shoulders. He buried his face in Darcy’s neck, holding on for dear life. His laugh was low and soft. His first words were in French, incomprehensible French.

“Darcy,” he breathed in and out against his neck, his hands soft against his back as he stroked him. “Darce,
bebe
, I think maybe you done fucked my brains right out. I can’t move I feel so good.”

Darcy sighed when his lips grazed his neck. He wrapped him in his arms and held him. Swaying a little under his weight and because he felt like it. Holding him, protecting him, loving him. Oh God.

“Grab the food,
cher
, and take me to bed before I fall down completely.” Caleb’s body trembled under his hands. “We’ll feed each other and then I’m going to make you feel just like this. How does that sound,
bebe
?”

“Good, Caleb.” Darcy trembled at his words. Oh God, it sounded so damned good, to be wanted like this, to feel like this. He lifted the platter of food and somehow he managed to get them both into Caleb’s bed before collapsing.

Sometime later, as he lay hot and sweaty in the middle of Caleb’s bed, his dick still hard, he remembered to ask the question he should have asked before letting Caleb into his pants again. “What happened to your first boyfriend?”

“Are you my boyfriend, Darcy?” He felt Caleb’s mouth stretch into a smile against his chest. “It’s been too long since I had one.”

“I don’t know if I’m ready to go that far. And you avoided the question. What was your uncle talking about, Caleb?”

“Well,
cher
, despite being wild as the day is long, I was still a virgin when I went away to college, in all ways. I had this art professor, he was older, forty, and he liked me. After the semester ended, I let him seduce me. God, I was so stupid. I didn’t come home for Christmas, I went away with him, I let him do things to me that I never even knew a person could do to another. I fell in love with him. I did everything he wanted me to do.” Darcy could hear the pain in his voice. “They found him murdered in a hotel in Baton Rouge. It was years before I let myself love someone again. I took lovers, men and women between them, but,
cher
, people I love have a tendency to die.”

“What does that have to do with me?” Darcy felt as if something was squeezing his chest.

“My uncle is a bigot, Darcy, don’t let what he says bother you.”

The pain in his chest grew tighter, he knew Caleb well enough now to know he was putting up a shield. Caleb’s fingers cinched his cock, stroking him to life. Darcy knew he wanted him to forget. He let him take him in his mouth; let him make him forget this wasn’t real. “Make love to me,” he said because he wanted it, and because he’d already forgotten.

There was no pain this time, just incredible pleasure as Caleb entered him. He lifted his legs just as he’d done the night before, Caleb’s eyes intense as he moved inside him. The silver cross dangled between them, touching him when he dipped low to taste him.
“J’aime yous baiser.”
Darcy repeated the words from the night before. “I love fucking you. God, that feels so damned good, Caleb.”

His laugh was tight, controlled; the look in his eyes was guarded as he lost control. “
Mon amour doux. Je t’aime. J’aime vous baiser
,” he whispered as Darcy burst apart.

When Darcy finally made it home, he found Bailey leaning against the door of his apartment. There was anger in her blue eyes. Jealousy. Shit. Shame spiraled in his stomach, regret followed. He stepped beside her and opened the door. “Inside, before you open your mouth, just get inside.”

“You never even made it home last night, Darcy, what the hell are you doing? Was it Amber? That slut disappeared around the same time you did, and she called in sick too. Jesus, look at you, hickeys all over your neck.” She at least waited until he closed the door before she went off on him.

“It was no one you know, and what does it matter to you anyway? You’ve been sleeping with Chester since Christmas.”

“Which is none of your business.”

“And what makes my life or who I sleep with any of your business? Christ, we aren’t married. Sometimes I feel like we are, but we aren’t. I can fuck whomever I please, same as you.”

She looked as if he’d slapped her. There were tears in her eyes. “This isn’t the Darcy I know and love, the Darcy I love wouldn’t—”

“Wouldn’t what, Bailey? I like sex too, I like having someone make me feel like a man instead of some damned standby to be used when there isn’t anyone better. When was the last time you did anything for me? Shit, why in the hell are we having this conversation?”

“Because you come dragging in at five in the afternoon dressed in the same clothes you wore yesterday. You blew off work, just so you could spend the day in some whore’s bed.”

“And you and Chester never take extended lunches? You don’t lock the door to your office, ever? Jesus, Bailey, did you think I didn’t know about you and Chester? Do you think I’m an idiot? Do you think I’m going to be there for you when he gets tired of you so you can have someone to fall back on? I followed you down here, but it doesn’t matter to you that I’m not happy here. Did it ever occur to you even once, that I might have actually loved you before you took another lover?”

“You love me? Dar, why didn’t you ever tell me?”

She sat heavily on the sofa, shock clear on her face. Darcy watched her eyes turn calculating, she’d always been a great actress. He realized that now. Maybe he’d known it all along. This thing with Bailey was wrong, he’d always known it. There was nothing in his heart when he said the words she’d wanted to hear. Nothing at all when she looked at him with those big blue eyes filled with tears. No love, no hate, nothing.

“Would it have mattered, I mean really mattered? We’ve been together for nearly ten years, and it’s never mattered before now.”

“It’s always mattered to me, I thought you wanted to wait, I thought you were happy with no strings. I thought when we were both at the right place in our career it would all come together, we would get married and have children and everything would be fine. Darcy, I don’t love Chester, not like I love you. We can forget about all this, we can elope. Go home and tell our parents. Oh, Darcy, I want that so much.”

“I don’t.” He felt trapped as if his world was tilting out of control. This is the way it had always been between them. Everything so fast he didn’t have time to think, just react. He wanted to make her happy so he agreed with everything, he always had. Hell, he was still standing at the door holding the knob in his hand.

He looked around his small apartment, she lived on the next floor up. She’d picked them out, rented both places so they could be close. Close together, but not
together
. Close enough to walk to work. Everything was going to be perfect. But it wasn’t perfect.

“What do you mean, you don’t? You just said you did. Darcy you are confusing me. I love you so much I’ve always loved you, I just thought you needed time and…”

The devil was riding his back, must have been, the old Darcy would never have done what he was about to do. He crossed the room and sat beside her, right beside her, so close he sat on her skirt. “I know you fooled around on me, Bailey, I’ve always known. You know I never did, always faithful, like a dog. I waited for you to come back time and time again like a fool. I let you use me for anything you wanted because I thought you loved me, deep inside. I waited for you to get it out of your system. I waited. Time and time again. I waited. I thought maybe it was me, I thought I just wasn’t enough for you, that it was all my fault. I wasn’t man enough to keep you happy—or maybe I was just too afraid to be who I really am. I was afraid to look outside the small world I’d built to see if there was anything else. I was content to wait for you, because there was always that niggling doubt in the back of my head that something might just be wrong with me. I guess I thought I somehow deserved what you did to me. I was a fool Bailey, now my eyes are open.”

“I came back to you, every time. I love you so much, only you. Darcy, please, let’s get married. Everything is perfect right now. The magazine is a success. We won’t ever be at a better place in our lives.” She leaned into him, her eyes brilliant with unshed tears. There was panic in her voice. He let her kiss him. Let her press her breasts to his chest as she deepened the kiss, her tongue slipped inside his mouth with a soft moan of pleasure.

She hadn’t heard a thing he’d said. Not one word. She was selfish and domineering and she would always be that way. He knew it, everything was so very clear now.

He twined his fingers in her hair, held her head in his fingers as she went still and stiff. She’d never liked when he played with her hair. “I want you to suck my cock, Bai, suck me, baby. I want to come in your pretty mouth and watch you swallow. Prove you love me, Bai.”

He shivered thinking about Caleb and his strong mouth, he was so hard by the time she had his pants open. Her fingers were cold, stiff when she touched him, not like Caleb at all. The thought of the things Caleb had done to him made him groan.

Bailey froze, her eyes angry, she moved away, quickly. “No. I won’t, and if
you
love me, Darcy, you won’t ask that of me. Especially after you’ve been inside some slut. Did she suck you off? Did she go down on you? I bet you went down on her too.”

He didn’t know why he laughed. The feel of it bubbled in his chest and just spewed out in a rumbling torrent. “
She
let me do the most wonderful things, things you would never in a million years let me do, the things
she
did to me… Oh God, Bailey, I’ve never felt so alive in my life. I had a night and a day of sex so hot and nasty I could die a happy man right now. You have no idea, how good I feel.” He closed his pants. “You never made me feel like this, Bailey, never. Quick fucks in the dark, sometimes I don’t think you even came. Sometimes when I’m alone with just my hand for company, I think about you, and how stiff you are in bed, and I go soft. Sometimes, when I’m drunk, I think the only times you ever came to me were when you knew I was about to leave you. You let me in when I asked for the same reason. Let’s face it, Bailey, there is nothing ahead of us if we run away and get married, but a cold, bitter divorce.”

“You disgust me.” She rose from the sofa and walked around the room, her body was rigid, her shoulders erect, her movements jerky. “I thought better of you, Darcy, you’re a nice man—”

“I’m a man, Bailey. I have needs that include sex. I don’t want to be a nice man. I’m tired of being nice, I’m tired of doing the right thing, the responsible thing. I’m twenty-nine fucking years old and I’ve never done anything I want to do. I’ve always done what other people expect of me. My parents, teachers, and then you.”