Dancing with Darcy (5 page)

“She told me she liked watching those stupid flicks and they turned her on or whatever.”

“I imagine she got off on you, not the movies. A lot of women love to watch a few guys getting it on too so maybe she liked seeing the guy on guy action.”

“So you gave her the movies and told her how to handle me in bed?”

“Damn straight.”

Garrett laughed. “I never once fucked her with a hard-on until the night she came home with those damn video tapes.”

“I guess you might say you owe me then.”

“Or she owed you.”

“No, my friend, that’s where you’re wrong. If it hadn’t been for Darcy, I don’t think you would’ve found your way home and who knows, maybe without Darcy to lead you back here, you might have denied the truth altogether.”

“And what do you think the truth is exactly?”

“You’re a guy who needs and wants man-love. A masculine, hard male who wants a tight ass milking his cock and a body built for the kind of loving you want to do.” He allowed his eyes to drift to the bulge rising again in between Garrett’s legs. “And I like it rough, by the way.”

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damn good to stare at Logan’s bare chest and cock without a care in the world, outside of just lusting after the cute little bastard, of course.

“I promised Sam I’d feed the animals this morning.”

“As opposed to…?”

“As opposed to bending your sexy ass over this couch and fucking you until the cows, donkeys, horses, and pigs come home.”

“Oh baby, I just love it when you talk dirty to me.” Logan cooed.

“Great, then you won’t mind getting your hands a little nasty too.”

“Oh no, um…I don’t do farms. This ranch is Sam’s place. He likes the country, loves the animals and I just let him have at it.”

“More ways than one, huh?” Garrett smacked Logan on the tail and he yelped.

“Stop it or you’re going to bring out the animal right here, baby.”

Garrett tried to change the subject and move Logan away from the idea of another romp. “So you don’t help out much around here?”

“No, not really. I don’t like to get dirty out there.” He placed his hands to his sides, pushed himself up and then stood with his palms down twirling in motion. Garrett thought it looked like he wanted to fly.

Logan told him again. “It’s really not my thing.”

“It is now.” Garrett grabbed his wrist and yanked him along with him. “And I promise, it’s going to get real dirty, maybe even raunchy, out there.”

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“Do you see her?” Logan looked around the barn as Garrett tugged some hay down from an elevated loft.

Darcy skipped from one bale of hay to the next laughing as Garrett tossed a few stray straws toward her ghostly figure. “Yeah, she’s here.”

Logan tilted his head and looked around the area. “Where? I mean do you see her, right this minute?”

“She’s here.” Garrett touched thin air as he seemingly pulled something through his forefinger and thumb. All the while, in his mind, he plucked hay from Darcy’s hair.

“I see.”

“You think I’m crazy.”

“Nope. I saw her last night. She’s made an appearance several times this past month. Sam didn’t want me to tell you.”

“Why not?”

“Well, for starters, this thing you have with Darcy’s ghost seems to be sacred, or so you like to think. We didn’t want to impose.”

“You didn’t think I’d believe you?”

Sam came up from behind them and tossed a bucket to the sawdust-covered ground. “No, we didn’t want to patronize you or provoke Darcy, if you want to know the truth. We decided
not
to mention it.” He glared at Logan. “You’re just like a damn woman.

You can’t keep your mouth shut.”

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and go toss together some dinner. We’re having company, you know.”

Darcy hopped down and followed him. Immediately, he swiped the back of his neck. He quickly turned around and Garrett laughed.

“She’s behind me?”

“Yeah, she is.”

“Tell her I said her man has a tight little ass and I can’t wait to fuck it again.” Logan’s gaze immediately turned to search Sam’s eyes.

Sam kicked at the sawdust and a few pebbles scattered. “So how’d you get Logan out here? He claims he’s allergic to horses.”

“Promised sexual favors,” he replied.

“Hmm…what kind did he get?” The package in Sam’s pants threatened to pop a seam or two right there.

“Honestly, I didn’t get around to it. I planned on rewarding him with one hell of a blow job though.”

“Nice offer.” He gritted his teeth and then stared back at Logan.

“Can it wait?”

He popped him a kiss on the cheek and then blew one Garrett’s way before he headed to the house. “We have friends coming in a few hours. I need some help at the house when you strong boys finish here.”

“I don’t think it’s gonna take too much longer, is it, Garrett?” He stalked forward and slanted his lips over Garrett’s before he gave an estimation of the time they planned to pass. Breaking the kiss, he called out to Logan. “Don’t count on us for kitchen duty anytime soon. I have a few new recipes I need to try out right here.”

Hearing only a grunt in response, the two men returned their focus to one another. Teeth nipped playfully at lips, mouths opened and sparred for control. Tongues tapped and lapped, suckling one another into one scrumptious kiss after another. All the while, dicks twitched behind zippers. “Blow job, huh?”

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Garrett pushed away, glared into his telling eyes and then yanked him back hard, wrapping his arm around his neck as he kissed him with more fervor than he’d ever known in a simple kiss. Darcy cheered from the distance.

Breaking the kiss, Garrett looked down the long barn and growled in her direction.

“Ignore her. She’s dead, Garrett. I swear to you, she’s gone. I’m right here. I’ve always been right here.” Sam’s lips claimed Garrett’s once more. He kissed him harder this time as Garrett’s fingers quickly unzipped his own pants, and then he carefully unhooked Sam’s belt.

Desperation drove him as Sam dropped to his knees and took Garrett’s cock in a slow and talented sweep. Sam rocked with him as Garrett eased himself into his hot mouth. Garrett remained somewhat shocked Sam offered to suck his cock. Pleased and surprised Sam wanted to give him a blow job, one he’d remember no doubt, Garrett vowed he’d forever store it in his mind as one precious memory.

“That’s it, Sam. Oh yeah.” Garrett held onto his ears and fucked his sexy mouth until he heard his own ragged breath expiring with the afternoon. “Dear God, what got into you?”

“Only you.” He smiled at Garrett as he pulled him to him and then pushed him back against the four-wheeler. “Just once, let me take you hard and fast, right here for the world to see.”

“The world or Logan?” Garrett watched for a reaction. “If he’s in the kitchen, he has a perfect view right here and you know it.”

“Not Logan, Garrett. If Logan is horny, he’ll join us. I’m talking about Darcy.” His mouth covered Garrett’s and his tongue lingered inside of his lips, swiping at the inside of his jaw one minute and tasting his sweet kiss, savoring it like no other, the very next.

“You see Darcy too, don’t you?”

“No, but you will until you move on and you’re going to move on.

Right now, today, Garrett. It’s time to let her go. Let her move on to the next life. She’s not going to go unless she knows you’re happy.

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love you.” He stroked Garrett’s cheek and then with a bruising kiss, a hungry promise, he rubbed his cock against his thigh. “Now, bend over. I’m going to fuck that tight little ass until you can’t take it anymore.”

Garrett stretched across the seat of the large four-wheeler grabbing onto the handle bars and holding on for dear life. He arched his back and rubbed his bottom against the ridge of Sam’s cock. “I hope so, damn I hope so.”

“Yeah, baby. You know how I want to fuck you, don’t ‘cha?”

“Uh-huh.” He couldn’t manage more than a quick reply. Sam took his breath away the minute he began pounding into his private tunnel and he’d never felt anything more wonderful in his life.

He locked eyes with Darcy. Now she looked more like a fond memory, than a ghost. She stayed at a distance, there at the end of the barn. He blinked once, but then opened his eyes to her faraway gaze.

He saw her own lust burning bright, lingering there behind the love she always held for him. He blinked again and she vanished into the thick dust now stirring where she once stood.

Sam’s tall frame moved in behind him and he pumped his cock right inside the dark, once forbidden hole now swirling with a man’s pleasure. He came within seconds of penetration and he screamed Garrett’s name for the world to hear. Everyone within a mile of the place could’ve heard the sounds of bodies slapping out binding promises, and of course, the hard core fucking.

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“You shouldn’t have bought me anything for Christmas,” Garrett said.

“It’s not a big deal so don’t make one out of it.” Logan squeezed Sam’s hand and then perched himself on Sam’s knee. “Open it.”

The dinner guests were long gone. The three of them were alone again—four, if they counted uninvited ghosts who kept reappearing when least expected. Logan, Sam, and Garrett sat around the Christmas tree with eggnog in their tumblers. Music played softly in the room and romance lingered in the air. It made Garrett nervous on many different levels.

“Open it,” Sam said as he watched Garrett toy with Logan by turning the gift over again and again.

“Hurry!” Logan never claimed patience with anything. He acted like a jackrabbit in the sack and Garrett considered him a pain in the ass when he wanted to savor something special, kind of like right now. Logan rushed everything.

Sam and Garrett exchanged a knowing glance. Even before he became involved with them sexually, Sam and Garrett always had the silent code with Darcy and Logan, Darcy more so than Logan because she was so full of life, and child-like energy. Sam and Garrett tried to keep the two of them grounded, and somewhat focused. It never worked.

Garrett laughed as Logan’s eyes widened with anticipation.

“Come on!”

“You want it. You unwrap it.” He stood up so his erect cock stood proudly parallel to Logan’s lips. All he had to do was unzip and pull.

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“Now, now. Be careful what you wish for,” Sam warned. “The toy we bought you might come in handy tonight instead of tomorrow.”

“Toy?”

“See? You ruin everything that’s supposed to be a surprise.”

Logan grabbed the package. Ripping it open, he tossed the box back in Garrett’s direction. “Now, open it.”

Garrett ripped the top and then grinned from ear to ear. “Butt plug?”

“Yeah.” He smacked his lips. “Wanna know why?”

“Sam already told me. I need my butt loose for these cocks.” He reached over and patted them both playfully and just as expected, found them hard, ripe, and ready for a good workout.

“Thank you,” Garrett said.

“Do you like it?”

Garrett pulled it out and looked at it. “Well, right now, I’m not sure.” He laughed as he watched Darcy from the corner of his eye.

She looked more beautiful than he ever remembered. The light blue tones in her eyes radiated against the soft red curls pinned away from her face. Her white dressing gown looked like something a bride might wear on her wedding night.

He swallowed tightly as she held out her hand. “I’ll be Home for Christmas” suddenly played louder than the previous more current selections. Darcy danced around the tree until she had the attention of all three men.

“Do you see her?”

Sam and Logan nodded. She smiled at them, waved, then grabbed Garrett and pulled him to the floor. “What the…”

Her hand touched his lips. “Don’t speak. Just dance with me.” He heard her voice, and watched her mouth move.

He pulled her to him and closed his eyes, inhaling her scent. Even after five years, she still lingered in his senses. The warm toasty vanilla fragrance mixed with strawberries and cream warmed his body and held him hostage. “I feel you, Darcy.”

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For five years, he’d yearned for a moment like this. For five long years, he’d wanted to say things he never had the chance to say. Now, she felt so real. She swayed next to him, placing her head on his broad shoulder as she danced. He felt her skin. She was cold, so cold, yet she never shivered.

“Love them for me too,” she whispered.

“I’ll love them for you too,” he promised.

She reached up and touched his face with her fingertips. “Merry Christmas, Garrett.”

With a knowing smile, he released her. “Merry Christmas, Darcy.”

She tousled Logan’s hair in passing and pinched Sam’s ass with a most wicked grin. She didn’t turn to face them again.

“Darcy?”

“Let her go.” Sam stood up and stopped him as he took the first step forward. “It’s time for all of us to let her go, Garrett.”

He watched as she disappeared into the wall covered in mirrors and heard a faint giggle after she left them behind.

“I felt her here. Just now, I held her in my arms.”

Logan twirled the lock of hair she touched and then looked up at Sam. “I felt her too, Garrett.”

“The wench pinched my ass,” Sam grunted.

The men stared back at one another and Sam moved first. Taking Garrett in his arms, he pulled him close. “Will you stay with us, Garrett?”

“Stay? I can’t—”

“You can.” Logan stared off at the precise location where Darcy disappeared behind the mirrors. “You’ll stay because Darcy is here.

She’s home now. You’re home.”