The Deadliest Secret (The Deadliest Series) (35 page)

             
The cab ride to the market was short; Darrien grabbed her hand to keep with the façade of being a couple with Gwen. He told himself that was the only reason. When they arrived Darrien flipped the cab driver a good amount to cover the ride and a tip then they got out to start exploring. The day was nice, since it was still early there was still a nip of cold in the air but it was warming up fast in Louisiana.

             
Darrien walked and talked with Gwen, only calling her “honey” or “Ellie” as the file of false identities stated he should. They went through every stand carefully, some were just repeats of the others ran by the same family. Gwen seemed to be a natural with the people, she negotiated deals, since the market was known for the deals you could get. Darrien stood back while she worked, until he had to carry the bags of things she purchased. She was apparently becoming a New Orleans Saints fan.

             
Hours later they finally took a stroll towards Bourbon Street and returned to their hotel room to relax. Gwen laid out her purchases on the table so she could investigate. Darrien went into the bedroom to make a few calls.

              Gwen watched as Darrien disappeared into the bedroom, he seemed to be on some sort of a mission. She took inventory of the few items she bought. She figured since she was in New Orleans she might as well support the local businesses and economy. She smiled at a Drew Brees bobble head she found and put it in the kitchen for her to enjoy every time. She thought about the short trip into public. The fresh air that hit her lungs, the noise, the people, and the fun she had. Even though Darrien knew it was dangerous, he also knew how dangerous a bored woman could be and he decided to get her out of the lavish prison cell they were confined to.

             
When the door to the bedroom opened again Darrien emerged and Gwen smiled at him.

             
“Thank you for getting me out of here. I thought I was going to go crazy.” She said softly.

             
“Don’t thank me yet, we just have to face the music when my supervisor finds out we left.”  He had a whimsical smile on his face.

             
“What do you mean? Are you going to get in trouble for it?” She felt a pang of guilt.              

             
“If I do it was worth it, I just meant I’m going to take you to do something special tonight. Get a nap in, then get dressed we’re going out to Emeril’s place tonight. I called and got a table, it sounds like the big guy will be there tonight.” His eyes twinkled as he spoke; he was enjoying the surprised look on her face.

             
“We’re going to see Emeril?” She asked again clarifying it.

             
“Yes we are Gwen so get some rest and be ready by six thirty, we have reservations for seven.” He nodded this was amusing to him.              

             
“I’ll be ready.” Gwen looked at her watch to check the time she had a few hours till she had to start getting ready.

             
“Alright I’m going to sleep for a bit.” Darrien pulled off his shirt, leaving just his under shirt on and he walked to the bedroom, laying himself down to nap.

             
Gwen put away her new belongings and went to her own bed, joining him in sleep.

              When Gwen was dressed and ready to go she was absolutely stunning. The dress she chose was form fitting but not revealing. Darrien was a lucky son of a bitch to be in her company and get to have her on his arm like this. They walked into the restaurant and he could swear he heard a hush fall over the other men. Even though her hair was a false brown color she looked natural.

             
The host pulled out her chair for her and set the napkin in her lap to ensure nothing happened to her dress. Darrien watched to make sure the man’s hands didn’t wander to where they didn’t belong, even though Darrien wasn’t dating Gwen he felt protective over her and since he knew her past he knew she wasn’t ready for attentions such as that. Gwen picked up her menu, her delicate hands tracing over the gold etching of the name.

             
“How does it look?” He asked her.

             
“What?” She was snapped out of her dreamy movements by his question.

             
“How does it look?” He requested of her again.

             
“It looks amazing, thank you so much. I mean… I’ve never been here and it’s so exciting. Thank you so much for bringing me here.” Her voice was genuinely grateful.

             
“It’s the least I can do, you’re not as big of a pain in the ass as I thought you would be. So thank you Ellie.”

             
He smiled at her and ordered a bottle of red wine for them to share. The staff at the restaurant was attentive, and quick. The waiter brought over the wine, glasses, and poured with skill. This was fine dining at it’s best. The candle flickered between Darrien and Gwen, it illuminated her features softly and her eyes shined back at him.

             
They spent a few moments going over the menu together, talking in a quiet huddle, the ambiance of the restaurant was romantic and made the pretending to be a couple easier on them both, the wine helped as well. Gwen ordered a roasted filet of beef; she had smelled one coming from the kitchen and couldn’t help herself. Darrien ordered the grilled pork chop. While they were waiting for appetizers to arrive the big man himself came out to greet the tables. Gwen was awestruck. They shook hands and had a brief conversation when it was their turn to see him. Emeril was her favorite chef that much was easy to see.

             
“Mr. Lagasse I am a big fan, I have all your cook books, and watched you all the time on the Food Network.” She was on the verge of gushing.

             
His accent was thick as he thanked her for her enthusiasm, Darrien took this moment to take a couple of pictures on his cell phone to make sure Gwen would never forget this moment, it seemed like she would treasure it for the rest of her days. Soon after Emeril parted his dining room the food arrived, it was perfect. The scent tantalized Darrien’s nostrils. Their wine glasses refilled magically, Darrien hadn’t seen the waiter come by and refill them but his eyes were on Gwen not on the surroundings as they should have been.

             
“Bon appétit” He announced before they both dug in.

              Bon appétit, it was a cute little phrase; Gwen had to wonder if he had planned to say it or if it was spur of the moment. She looked up under her lashes and Darrien’s eyes were still on her. He hadn’t looked away much since the dinner began. She had to admit it was nice to hold his attentions, but his attentions were most likely from years of being involved in the service and being able to live as he does on lies. Every time she found herself looking at Darrien she felt guilt crush her stomach. So soon after Torrian had passed, here she was gallivanting around with another guy even if he was on the job she still felt an emotion towards him and that was wrong.

             
Darrien paid the tab for dinner without letting her see anything about it. When she protested he nearly growled. “You’re my date.”

             
“You’re working.” She responded

             
“This is my tab though.” He stood and placed his wallet back into his pocket and reached for her hand.

             
Gwen stood and didn’t give her hand to Darrien at first. When they were in the street he reached over and took it, again showing his comfort in his job she thought. She was guilty. She should still be in mourning. Her thoughts continued to go down from there. Before the cab even came for them Gwen was in her bubble, closing herself off yet again.

              Silence. After a wonderful dinner, a trip to the market, and getting out of the hotel for a while Darrien was greeted with silence, he didn’t expect her to jump in his arms and declare undying devotion, but at least conversation and continue as friendly as they were.  He remained silent as well, waiting for her to brooch any subject. When they arrived at the hotel he was positively stewing. More silence. They rode the elevator to their floor and walked to the room. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

             
“Did I say something at dinner?” His tone was bitter.

             
“What? No.” She answered.

             
“Then what’s with the frost queen routine?” He was pulling off the blazer he wore to dinner his muscles bulged and moved.

             
“Frost queen?” Her eyes widened.

             
“I take you out despite the fact I can get my ass canned, and you repay me by giving me the goddamn silent treatment.” He was angry.

             
“I didn’t mean to be silent. I just have a lot on my mind.” She didn’t want to admit to him that her mind went to Torrian.

             
Darrien walked up to her, her head had to crane up to look at him. His hand went under her chin and tilted her head up. He was fed up of this tension he felt, fed up of having to pretend that he didn’t have some sort of feeling towards her. Slowly his lips brushed against hers, softly kissing her tender lips.

             
When he pulled back he was met with a sudden force. She slapped him for kissing her.

             
“God damn it Gwen I was trying to say that I wanted you. Fuck.” Darrien’s eyes went to hers and they were glassy, filling with tears.

             
“And I just lost my lover and my parents I shouldn’t be some whore.” She shot at him

             
“You know what, I’m done. You flirt with me for weeks, you smile at me, and you treat me like you enjoy having me around. I’m out. You can deal with whatever is going on inside your head, Torrian is dead and mourning him like this and passing up life isn’t the way to honor his memory. He would have wanted you to move on, get over it. Not mourn him forever and let your life be gone along with his” He lobbed factual statements at her.

             
Darrien turned to leave; he needed air, to clear his head. Anything. He needed to get Gwen out of his head and his thoughts of her possibly being his for real. This was an assignment and he just pulled a rookie mistake. This was a job. He stretched his legs in taking long strides towards the door. That is when he heard her speak.

             
“Wait.”

             
He turned at her soft words and almost went on bended knee. All control was lost in that one instant.

Chapter twenty-eight

Darrien was all male, his scent, his muscles; his green eyes alight with fire, and his glorious mouth. His mouth hard yet still tender and passionate against Gwen's while her hands explored the wide expanse of his chiseled chest. His hand finding its way into her soft curls, the other hand cupping her bottom lifting her against him. Gwen suddenly found her feet were off the ground and her back was against the wall, the cool surface connected with her warm body she arched against Darrien.

              Darrien tried to speak his breath was ragged with the desire pulsating from within. "Gwen just tell me when to stop and I will." His lips hard against her, his hips gyrating his intent between his legs clear on what it wanted from her, demanding to be sprung from the jean locker it was being contained in.

             
"Oh God Darrien I want this," Gwen groaned loudly against his lips; "I need this"

             
Her moans setting Darrien on fire, he pins her safely against the wall. Darrien's hand slipped under her shirt and swiftly pulled it sending the buttons scattering to the floor, immediately his mouth found her neck kissing her soft flesh. Gwen’s body was charged and ready, aching, screaming for his. Her blood thumped and all she could hear was his and her body. Darrien’s body was already rigid with primal desire his powerful body claimed hers. Her body was responding to every caress from his.

             
Gwen’s moans bubbled from her throat creating more throbbing for Darrien’s. How many times had he dreamed of this very thing happening? He’d lost track weeks ago he tried to bury the thoughts during the day, but at night the dreams belonged to her. Gwen’s body against his felt so right, his breath was rapid and shallow. He didn’t know where to start. She was a buffet and he was a starving maniac at this point. His arm snaked behind her back, pulling her petite frame against his much larger one, Darrien made sure his arms supported her, his hands still around her tight round ass, she had instinctually already wrapped her legs around him. He felt himself torn at keeping her against the wall and taking her roughly as he needed or doing what he felt was right and owed to her after all the hardships she had faced these last few months, he moved swiftly the delicious friction of their bodies rubbing together as he moved was almost too much.

When he laid her down he drew himself back. Appreciating her soft curves, the ample swell of her breasts, he steadied his breath before speaking, containing the desperation to take her immediately which was threatening to take over with every second that passed between them.

“Gwen, I’m going to make you cry for me tonight.” He spoke.

With those words Darrien’s left hand trapped her wrists above her head, his mouth moved swiftly capturing hers before she could utter a word of dismay about not being able to touch him. He was a true fanatic when it came to her, her sweet taste making his hips pulse against her. His zipper scraping against his sex, his desire wasn’t curbed by the sweet lick of pain he felt, it only charged him. His lips moved from her mouth, when he heard Gwen delicately grunt he laid his free hand against her stomach.

              “Don’t worry Gwen, its no where near over.” Again his green eyes lit up with promise.

With his final words uttered for the time being, he nuzzled her neck, she willingly obliged him and moved her neck, giving her free reign to her neck and shoulders. He continued to kiss every sensitive spot on her body. Darrien was praising the Gods that this woman beneath him was letting him take her, he was able to touch and give her what they both needed. Without another second passing his mouth sealed around her nipple, her body bucked against his, he chuckled darkly knowing she was enjoying herself made him move that much closer to his own release. His skilled tongue swirled around the tight bud that was her erect, reddened nipple. Her whimpers intensified, he peeked up at her face, it was sublime and her hands were in her hair pulling it herself, he almost lost it. She was seeking just what he was and she was magnificent in her pursuit. His teeth gently applied pressure while his mouth started to suckle at her tender flesh.

“Oh Darrien! Don’t you dare stop this” Gwen’s moans grew louder. She was writhing in her desire for more of him.

Anticipation made everything more intense. Darrien watched her buck wildly against him with each draw at her nipple. When he released her nipple and moved to show her other some attention, his free hand quickly moved to massage the freed breast, his movements slow and deliberate, his mouth was hot and hard. Darrien tested and teased the second breast, while his hand started with the other using pinches, strokes, and multitudes of passionate grabs. When he heard Gwen simply call his name, and her eyes rolled back in her head he knew she was coming closer to her climax, he backed off, slowing his hand and taking his mouth off of her breast.

He simply mused at her, “Not so fast, you’re not coming for me now”

He knew she was truly in control she could have said now and he would have done anything to pleasure her. He was enthralled beyond any measure he knew. Darrien lapped his tongue down her body, his lips kissing right above and below her belly button, he noted she had a tiny scar, she had her belly button pierced at one point, he liked that, but still he concentrated on what he needed to do for her now.

Darrien’s body shifted and lowered onto the bed. He spread Gwen’s legs, feeling attuned to her, he looked for any sign of resistance or unsure. If he wasn’t on the bed he would have fallen off of the bed, her eyes were positively glowing, full of emotion and it was for him. He didn’t know how to handle it, but he never wanted that fire to disappear from her eyes. His lips traced circles on her thighs, his tongue making slight appearances as he came closer to her burning core. The heat rolled off of Gwen in waves, hitting against Darrien’s chest making him feel weak against her feminine powers.

Gwen’s legs
began to scissor against the sheets, she was about to implode from the attention Darrien was showing her body. Her back was arching and spasms were hitting faster than she could moan for more. Her mind was lost in the thralls of the passion. She yearned to touch Darrien’s rippled body. Every time her hands moved he would move them back above her head, she settled that in the craze of passion she would tug at her own hair the pressure of pleasure and pain corrupting her body, never again would she feel this much, this strongly, or this amazingly good in the presence of another human that wasn’t Darrien.  Darrien’s tongue was rough, yet gentle against her soft flesh, his tongue asking the question and his mouth answering instinctively. She was going wild and there was no way to stop now. This was the point of no return and if he went farther she would be ruined to everyone else.

Darrien’s tongue finally got to the heated center between Gwen’s legs, he glanced up again, still Gwen was in a perfect state of bliss, his erection throbbed it ached to be where his mouth was going. Gently his tongue parted his lips and licked at her female flesh, a growl almost came from within, the taste of her electrified his body; every hair was at attention as was his sex. She bucked against him and her juices tasted sweet almost like the sweetest honey known to man, but not as thick. He instantly dove deeper, his tongue started to swirl against her throbbing clitoris. Darrien felt Gwen’s hands in his hair immediately. The moans ripped from her throat told him not to stop, there was no hesitation, and he sucked the pink nub into his mouth, his lips on fire. Gently he pulled and licked at it, Gwen started to scream for more. He moved his hands to her thighs, massaging between her hips and thighs, he held her still so his mouth could work on her.

Tension coiled in his muscles he ached to take her five ways from Sunday but he held his composure and kept his erotic tease up at this point he didn’t know who was more enthralled. she pulled his head harder. Darrien’s response to her tugging was to lap lower, his tongue slipped inside her slick core. Her sharp inhale was followed by her moans restarting, her arched back raised to a new level and his arm slipped under her, the angle allowed his tongue to reach deeper inside of her. Her nails scraped his scalp; he rolled his tongue inside of her before withdrawing it and returning to the instant gratification of her swollen clit. It was on fire when he returned, her body trembled as his tongue went to work trilling, rolling, sucking, nibbling, licking. Darrien was a madman seeking her release.

Gwen was in a state of shock, the release is so close, and the orgasm was throbbing in her head. Darrien’s orders had her clamping down on it, preventing it. The roars of desire and pleasure the only thing that was made sense to her in that moment; Darrien’s body between her legs their hearts beat as one. Her body pulsated up to be closer to his, his scent intoxicating her to the point of near delirium. Gwen didn’t know how much longer she could hold on, his control over her adding to the erotic rush she feels between her legs.

Darrien watched Gwen’s movements start to become more erratic and her heart beat harder in her chest. The faces of sublime pleasure she made were enough to make his resolve crumble, he fought the desire to spring his erection free and dove harder between her legs. His mouth did not let up, and her hands tightened in his hair.  Slowly Darrien raised his hand, drawing circles on her thigh, moving closer to her core; gently he used one finger to push past Gwen’s soft, soaking folds. His finger went around the outside of her opening; his attempt to keep his breathing level was a true labor.  Darrien’s finger slipped past her opening, and probed into her deepest zones. When Gwen gasped and started begging for more, he teased her by sucking onto her clit harder and his finger stills inside of her. Her whimpers of protest were ignored and his mouth slowed down, just to show his control.

“No!” Gwen sounded alarmed at the thought of Darrien stopping.

“I’m not stopping baby.” He dove back down assaulting her tongue with rough strokes and sucks, he slid a second finger into Gwen and starts to thrust, using his shoulder for extra leverage to ensure he’s deep and pleasuring her. He twists his hand around finding her sweet spot, he knew he found it when her entire body jerked off of the bed and her hips bucked against his hand.

              “That’s it baby” he said feeling cocky.

“Darrien! Oh God don’t stop…” Gwen’s voice failed her as Darrien started to thrust harder into her. Gwen’s body went rigid and she held onto him like he was a life preserver in the middle of the sea. Her voice came back as her orgasm crashed down on her, the first one in so long it felt like her first. Her entire body quivered around his talented fingers, but he didn’t stop, he fed off of her orgasm. Darrien’s fingers and tongue worked in unison, she was unable to stop her release, and her core coated him with her warmest juices.

While he was watching Gwen’s face during her orgasm Darrien almost exploded himself. She was pure beauty, reigning down upon him. Her will was his command. He wanted to make sure she was fully pleasured so he continued to pump into her, relentless. His fingers rubbed and tapped the spot while his hips pressed agai
nst the mattress simulating his thrusts into her. He was completely cranked. Her splendid nude figure was wrapped around him, every inch of her covered in sweat and he caused it. Finally he dipped his tongue inside her again tasting all of her juices. He made a small grumbling sound of approval. He was nowhere near done, he still wanted to pleasure her a thousand more times before he would seek his own release because otherwise he felt he was being selfish to her.

Gwen trembled from the collision with her orgasm, she was riding Darrien’s hand as he forced her to work through the orgasm, and her mind was solely on him. God what she wanted to do to him, for him and with him. When her body stopped jerking from the pleasure she experienced her lips crushed to his, tasting herself on his lips plump deep pink lips. She instantly craved more again. Their bodies melded together so tight that there was no space between them. Gwen pulled him down with her against the bed, her hips cradled against his, she could feel his hot erection against her abdomen, a little scared she inhaled deeply, all she could smell was him. Again, she wanted every inch of him, their lips synchronizing and their hands explore each other, her hands greedily take in his strong arms, every muscle taught from holding himself above her.

“Darrien I need you.” She kissed his chest with each word. Her desire grew with each second he was above her, she had a knot in her stomach, she wasn’t used to it but she never wanted the feeling to end.

Darrien held himself over Gwen; her words made him swell with the desire he felt before he even touched her. He gripped himself rubbing the blunt head of his shaft over her entire dripping core. She was hot and ready for him. He drew in a sharp breath and started to push himself forward, making his circles with his shaft he felt exactly where his mouth had just been. He took another breath and slowly started to push forward sheathing himself slowly within her core.

“Fuck” He had to stay still; her soft center feels so amazing his groan continued, “goddamn you feel amazing baby girl.”

Gwen’s moaned reply was enough for him to push the rest of the way in; Darrien was connected to her to the hilt. He began to rotate; he made deep circles with his hips, he kept them deep because of the response he got from her body, then withdrew partially just to tease her. Darrien listened to Gwen’s breathing as it picked backed up and her eyes dilated. He filled her every inch, he could feel her walls stretch around him, just as she could feel his length move inside of her, his blunt head began to hit her most sensitive spot, her walls quivered around him with promise of more passion and another release.