Page 121 of The Wingman

She makes a sweet little pleased hum and brushes her lips over mine again. My pulse thickens at the sensations of our lazy kiss, and the unhurried, loving way she touches me melts my brain, leaving only thoughts of her and this moment.

It’s so different with Darcy. A million layers of new and better. I can feel our relationship changing, and I can feel myself changing.

This. This right here—us lying tangled together and enjoying each other’s pleasure is beyond anything I’ve experienced. And we’re not going back to the way things were.

Arousal thrums through me, and I’m leaking pre-cum all over her hand as my release stirs and gathers around the base of my spine. She just keeps kissing me. The unfamiliar intimacy of this should terrify me, but it doesn’t.

I sink my hand into the back of her hair, kissing her harder as she tightens her hold on my cock, and she moans into my mouth. My balls ache; my hips cant into her grip.

“Like this?” she whispers.

I nod, my heart pounding and my head spinning. I feel like I’m drunk.

“Just like that. I’m so fucking close,” I mumble, voice rough and low.

“I’ve been thinking about what you look like when you come,” she whispers between kisses, and the thought of Darcy fantasizing about me sends electricity crackling through me.

The pressure boils over at the base of my spine, and I buck my hips into her hand in jerky, uncontrolled movements.

“I’m going to come,” I warn, watching her gorgeous face as my world starts to fall apart.

My heart pounds against my ribcage, my thoughts blur, and my lips part against hers. I cover her hand with mine, and we jerk me off together. A broken moan scrapes out of my throat as my balls tighten in ecstasy and I come all over our hands and my stomach.

I’ve been dreaming about her jerking me off like that for years, and yet it’s better than I thought it could be.

“Fucking hell,” I gasp as she strokes me through it. With interest and desire, her gaze swings between my face and my cock, eyes wide as I drain my release. I finish with a low moan, light-headed and exhausted.

Darcy smiles against my shoulder.

“Feeling smug about yourself, Andersen?”

She arches an eyebrow, lips curving more. “Very.”

Her hand is covered in my release, and a dark, possessive urge soars through me. My gaze travels up her body, over the delicate curves of her chest, and I picture coming all over her.

Making her mine.

I lift my hand to her mouth. “Open.”

Holding my eyes, she parts her lips, and her sweet pink tongue darts out against my skin, tasting my release. Her throatworks as she swallows, and my thoughts go blank. Powerful, possessive urges roar through me, and blood races to my groin.

I’m getting hard again.

She bites her lip with a coy smile. I’m so fucking gone for her.

I need to get up to clean off, but my body feels weighted and more relaxed than ever.

“I don’t think I can stand,” I admit with an embarrassed grin, chest still heaving as I catch my breath.

She laughs. “Is that a good thing?”

“Yes, honey.” I lower my lips to hers, kissing her soft and gentle. “It’s a good thing.”

CHAPTER 56

DARCY

Haydenand I are walking home from breakfast at a nearby greasy diner when he points at a store window.

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