NiceGirlsDo (24 page)

“Okay. Take care, honey.”

“You too.”

During dinner, Darbi found Benton Savage, a handsome blond with a Bruce Willis smile, friendly and charming. He flirted with her throughout the evening. As they said good night, he held her hand and sighed. “Why are all the good ones already taken?”

She smiled. “You're sweet, Benton.”

He grinned. “It’s Ben, and I'd rather be considered sexy.”

She smiled and leaned close to speak in a mock whisper. “Newsflash, Ben, you're sexy as hell.”

He laughed and released her hand. “I do so love a woman with good taste.”

She laughed and got in her car. Driving home her thoughts turned to Jadan. She wondered what Jadan would think of Benton. Jadan made no secret of her preference for dating tall, handsome blonds. Maybe she'd ask Sharde about Benton's preference in women.

At home, she undressed and took a bath. As she lay with her body surrounded by the slick oil, her thoughts turned to Clay. The fact that he had called every single day for the last ten days surely must mean he felt a need to talk to her. Why would he need to talk to her every day if he didn't really care about her? And why should a rich, handsome man who could have any woman he wanted pursue her unless need and love motivated him? If that were the case, maybe she was being unreasonable in expecting him to view marriage as she did.

She got out of the bath, dried off, slipped on one of his pajama tops he’d given her, and got into bed. She fell asleep quickly, only to wake in the middle of the night, longing for him. The memory of his sometimes tender, sometimes greedy passion made her ache for him. If he made her believe he loved her, could she come to terms with just living with him?

Oh, Clay! What am I going to do? She drifted back to sleep only to wake just before dawn, her decision about her future with Clay made. She rose and called her mother.

“Mom? I have some news that’s not going to thrill you. Are you sitting down?”

* * *

The smell of freshly brewing coffee awakened Clay from a restless sleep. He rolled over onto his back and lay staring up at his bedroom ceiling, yawning. He hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep in weeks. There was no reason he shouldn’t lie there until he fell back asleep.

He frowned. Amber must be feeling sentimental on her last day with him before returning home to Jamaica. He should probably get up and join her for coffee, but he felt as if he'd spent most of the night lying sleepless thinking about Darbi. He had to find a way to win her back.

He turned onto his side and glanced at the clock. 6:20 a.m. He frowned. If Amber had roused herself before her normal ten a.m. rising time to make him coffee, the least he could do was get up and drink a cup with her.

He pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms and started towards the kitchen. On the way, he noted that Amber's bedroom door was open. Her bags, which had been lined up on the floor the night before, were gone. He frowned, then realized she must have moved them to the foyer for easier packing into his SUV when he took her to the airport that afternoon.

He glanced around the room and saw an envelope on her pillow. He walked into the room and picked it up when he saw his name sprawled across it. Sitting on the unmade bed, he opened and read it.

Dearest Clay,

I looked in before I left, but you were fast asleep. So I kissed you and let you sleep. Damien picked me up at six this morning and will drive me to the airport this afternoon so don't worry about how I'll get there.

I know I've been a pain in the neck, but you know I love you, not just as a big brother, but almost like a second father. I'll call you in a few days when you come off your natural high.

All my love,

Amber.

He smiled, then frowned. If Amber had already left, who was in the kitchen? And what natural high was she referring to? He slapped a hand against his forehead. No one was in the kitchen. She must have set the automatic coffee maker before she left.

As big a pain in the neck as she'd been, he was going to miss her. He rose and headed towards the kitchen. He caused in the doorway, a wide smile spreading across his face.

A barefoot Darbi, wearing nothing but one of his pajama tops, stood at the counter, putting two cups on a tray.

“Darbi!”

She turned to face him, a smile lighting her beautiful face. “Hi, honey.”

Honey. She must have decided to forgive him. His smile turned into a grin.

“After a sleepless night, I woke up early missing you. So I decided it was time we talked to see if we could iron out our differences. So here I am.

“Amber let me in and then called Damien to come pick her up. You slept through the whole process. Are you glad to see me?”

“You know I am.” He crossed the room and wrapped his arms around her. “Oh, baby, I've missed you.”

“I've missed you too, Clay.”

The feel of her hands caressing his back aroused him. He told himself they needed to talk first, but he ached for her. Overcome by his hunger, he pushed up the top and slipped his hands between her legs. She was wet.

He turned his head and kissed her. As her lips parted under his, he stroked his fingers between her wet folds and into her cunt. She moaned and ground herself against his fingers.

He dragged his lips away from hers and stared down at her. “I need you.”

To his surprise, she opened her top, revealing her nude body, leaned back against the wall, and parted her legs. “Show me how much.”

“Here?”

She rubbed her pussy and licked her lips. “I'm wet and ready. I want you right here and right now ... unless you have something better to do.”

He tore off his pajama bottoms, popped his cock out of his briefs, moved between her legs, and thrust forward.

“Ooooh, yes!” She moaned and slipped her arms around him as he pushed into her wet warmth.

He shuddered, feeling as if all the nerves in his body were centered in his cock head. The deeper he pushed into her, the more incredible the sensations buffeting his body. When he felt her pubic hair against his, he groaned and slid his hands down her body to cup her big, round ass.

“Oooh! Clay!”

“Have I ever told you how fond I am of your big, brown, round ass?”

She gave him a seductive smile. “Hmmm. You might have mentioned it once or twice.”

He gently squeezed her ass and slowly fucked his cock in and out of her sweet pussy, staring down into her eyes, which were still open.

“Oh, Clay, I love this and I love you!”

He smiled, pushed all the way back inside her, and held himself still. “It does feel good, doesn't it?”

She stroked her fingers through the hair at his nape. “If it only felt good, I wouldn't want to melt every time I feel you sliding all the way inside me. It's so much more than good.”

He lowered his head until his lips were within inches of hers. “That's because we're so much more than in love with each.”

“I think you're right,” she told him, closed her eyes, and urged his lips down onto hers.

He wanted to be tender and slow, but as he felt her inner muscles rippling around him, he lost his ability to control the buildup of his passion. He lifted one of her legs, and started to drill his cock into her, shuddering with lust and love. He dragged his lips away from hers and sucked one of her breasts between his lips.

She moaned and raked a hand down his back. Deciding her breasts must still be sore, he gentled his lips and tongue against her nipple. When it hardened, he kissed his way across her body to her other breast. Squeezing and caressing her ass, he gently sucked her until she cried out, and showered what felt like a river of pussy juice over his cock.

Her internal contractions set off his own eruption and he came, thrusting deep and hard into her as he pumped his seed into her flooded cunt. He leaned against her with his face pressed against her neck for several moments after he came before the feel of her belly against his reminded him that pressing all his weight against her might not be a good idea.

He straightened and stroked her cheek. “That was ... intense. You are incredible.”

She smiled, slowly sliding her tongue along her lips.

“Don't do that or you'll make me hard again.”

“And that would be bad because?”

“We need to talk.”

She nodded. “Yes. We do.”

He kissed her and took her hand. “Let's go to bed.”

“And how much talking are we going to get done there?”

He squeezed her hand. “I promise we'll talk first.” He buttoned his pajama top over her breasts, picked up his bottoms, and led her to the bedroom.

She paused at the door. “I left something in my shoulder bag in the living room I want to get. You go in and I'll be there in a second.”

“Don't be long.”

“I won't.”

He propped the pillows against the headboard and was sitting up with his bottoms on when she walked into the room with her shoulder bag. She slipped into the bed beside him, placing her bag on the nightstand.

His top barely covered her ass and pussy. He placed a hand on one of her thighs. “Does your presence here mean you're ... what does your presence here mean?”

She sighed. “I love and want you so much, my desire for you weakens my resolve.”

“Why is that such a bad thing?”

“Because even though I love you, my needs haven't changed, Clay.” She turned to look at him. “I know you love me and I believe you when you say you didn't sleep with Cami, but I need to know you want and love me enough to marry me even though it's not something you believe in or want.”

“And if that's not something I can do?”

She closed her eyes briefly and took a deep breath. “Then I have to move on.”

“Move on? What does that mean?”

“It means end our relationship. That would tear out my heart, but I'll do it, Clay, if I have to.”

So it was time to decide how much she meant to him. Either he compromised his principles or he'd lose the only woman he'd ever loved. “I've never had to compromise or change anything to get a woman I wanted, Darbi and --”

She pressed her fingers against his lips. “Before you say anything else, I have something I need to give you.”

He nodded.

She reached into her shoulder bag and withdrew a small jeweler's box. “I was going to give this to you the night ... you went over her -- Cami's place.”

“What is it?”

She opened the box, revealing what looked like an eighteen-karat gold diamond ring, which must have cost several grand. “It's a ring.”

“So I see.” He stared at the diamond in the middle of the gold band. Hell, if he didn't know better, he'd almost think it was ...

She lifted the ring from the box, tossed the box aside, and took his left hand in hers. She hesitated and then slid the ring over the third finger.

It fit perfectly.

He stared down at the ring glimmering on his finger before he looked up at her.

She watched him with wide eyes. “So? Do you like it?”

“It's very nice and it fits, but it looks like it might be an engage --”

“Not might. It is ... an engagement ring.”

“It is?”

She nodded. “So?”

He stared at her. “So what?”

“So ... will you marry me?”

“Marry you? I ...” He saw fear and a hint of tears in her gaze. The certainty that she expected him to hurt and or disappoint her saddened him.

Either he married her or he lost her. He’d grown accustomed to making multi-million dollar decisions with very little second guessing. None of those decisions had been as important as the one he needed to make now. Yet this one was far easier.

He smiled. “Yes. Yes, I will.”

She gasped, pressing a hand against her breasts. “What? Did you say yes?”

He nodded. “Yes, I did. Yes, I will marry you.”

She moved her hand from her breasts and pressed it against her lips, then she tossed her arms around his neck, and sobbed.

He held her, whispering softly to her until she gulped, sniffed, and pulled away from him.

He wiped her cheeks and kissed her lips.

“You mean it? You'll marry me?”

“Darbi, how many ways do you want me to say yes before you believe me? Yes, I will marry you.”

“But ... you don't believe marriage is necessary to be happy or express a commitment.”

He shrugged. “You do believe it and I've had more than enough time away from you these last two weeks to last me a lifetime. I love you. If you need us to be married, then that's what I want too.”

She pressed her trembling lips together. “I can't believe it's this easy, Clay. You were so set against marriage.”

He nodded. “That was before I realized you might want me, but you were prepared to go on without me. Even if I were prepared to live without you, which I'm not, I'm not prepared to live apart from our child. I want it all, Darbi ... more success in business, you in my life, and a healthy kid or two with you ... maybe three or four.”

“Hey. Two will be just fine.”

He grinned and slipped his arm around her waist. He pulled her down onto the bed and slipped between her legs, grinding his cock against her. “Think how much fun we'll have making an entire brood ... no condoms ... just your sweet pussy and my bare cock ... fucking and making babies year after year.”

She wrapped one leg over the back of his thigh. “In your dreams, buddy! We've having two babies tops, then that bad boy is going to have to start wearing a raincoat again.”

“Don't count on it.” He grabbed his cock, aimed it at her pussy, and thrust into her with one hard lunge. “You're mine and I'm an old-fashioned guy who intends to keep you barefoot and very pregnant.”

She wrapped her arms around him. “Oh, I love your cock. I love it! I want to ride it and you.”

He rolled them over so that he lay on his back with her sitting on top of him. She placed her hands against his chest, bent her legs on either side of his body, and lifted her hips until only the head of his cock remained inside her body.

She looked down. “I love the sight of your dark length piercing my cunt.”

He gripped her hips again and held her still. “Is that what this is all about?”