Claimed Darker by Em Brown
Chapter 23
BRIDGET
Past
My ass is still sore the following morning. But last night was surprisingly good. The butt plugs we had used before had prepared me, but it was still different with Darren being inside me. He felt so much bigger inside my ass. And at first I was worried that the sensation to pee might lead to something unintended, but it actually added to the pleasure. When Darren asked me if I would have anal sex again, I answered, “Sure.”
We start the following morning with vanilla sex in his bed. Even though I’m starting to get partial to BDSM, I’m glad for the reprieve. No matter what we do, sex with Darren is beyond great. And lying in his arms afterward, feeling the rise and fall of his chest, is icing on the cake.
On the bedside table, his phone buzzes. He picks it up, looks at the screen, and groans.
“What’s the matter?” I ask.
“Eric Drumm wants to know when we can talk,” he replies.
“Does he want more money for his dad or for his golf resort?”
“Golf resort. I already told him no.”
I try not to sound too pleased. “You did?”
He stares up at the ceiling. “JD wasn’t too happy about it.”
“I’m sorry. How did you come to your decision?”
“I don’t know. I wasn’t too crazy about it to begin with, but JD kind of talked me into it.”
“Then what…talked you out of it?”
Darren looks at me.
“Me?” I ask.
“No, I just don’t like the guy. His politics don’t bother me. He’s just a douche. Why should I give money to a douchebag? So what if his dad might end up president of the United States?”
“Is that why JD wants to do business with him?”
“Yeah.”
I think back to what I’ve read about Drumm and his views on trade with China. I can see how JD might want to have the ear of someone in the White House.
“What would be in it for you?” I ask outline his pecs with my finger. “Aside from being able to support your cousin.”
He rubs the back of my head. “Not much. But even if I got something definitive out of it, I still can’t stomach investing with Drumm. He thinks he’s such a…”
“Charmer?”
“Something like that. He thinks he can talk a smooth game and pull one over on everyone.”
“The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. His dad is just like that. After the hurricane last year, Governor Drumm said the state is doing better than ever, but the data shows otherwise: higher levels of unemployment, increased poverty, public agencies overwhelmed. But people either don’t see him for what he is, or they don’t want to. I think you’re making the right call. I’m sorry JD doesn’t see it that way.”
Darren lets out a breath. “He’ll get over it.”
I let my hand drift below the bedsheet to caress his cock. It perks at my touch. “I want you to feel good about your decision. Really good.”
He turns to look at me and raises his brows. With a smile, I duck beneath the covers and settle myself between his legs. I cradle his balls and wrap my lips over his shaft. As he hardens, I try to take him in deeper. He grunts. Since he already came, it takes longer to reach his second orgasm. Before he does, however, he pulls me up and has me take the cowgirl position. I ride and grind myself atop him.
I’m happy he sees through Eric Drumm, and though I wish the politics meant more to Darren, I think there’s hope.
I end up coming before Darren. He throws me on my back, puts my legs over his shoulders and drives deep to reach his climax. Afterward, we shower and make French Toast together using the challah a staff member in the club’s kitchen had procured for us. Darren suggests again that I can work over at his place, but as tempting as it is to accept his offer, I decline. I can’t imagine being efficient near Darren when a simple look from him can get me turned on.
Even his texts, which are now daily, are distracting. Once, while walking to class, he asked if I would be up for sounding the next time. I was so flustered, I walked right into a glass door because I failed to open it first.
“You guys are like a serious couple,” Amy says as she observes me having a conversation with Darren via text one evening. “You think he might ask you to move in with him?”
“That wouldn’t be practical,” I answer.
“A lot students commute to campus.”
“But then we wouldn’t be roommates.”
“I’d miss you, but, honestly, if I were in your shoes and Darren asked me to move in with him, I’d be there in a heartbeat.”
“Thanks,” I respond with mock hurt.
“I wish JD would ask me to move in with him. His house is amazing. It’d be worth the inconvenience. But I get the feeling he likes having a bachelor pad.” She sighs wistfully. “I thought he was going to have me spend the weekend with him, but he said he had a lot to get done.”
She sighs again.
“Hey, you wanna go shopping?” I ask. It’s usually not an activity I suggest because I don’t have much money to spend, and I don’t get much out of window shopping, but I know Amy likes to.
“I guess. I haven’t been to Nordstrom in a while.”
Shopping works as a temporary distraction for Amy, but she’s back to moping when several days pass and she still hasn’t heard from JD. I resolve to get to the bottom of this.
