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Darcy stood up and slid away from the table. “Taquetha, this has been great, really. But I need to be going.” It was one thing to have her neighbor know she was dating someone, which she wasn’t. It was something altogether different that she thought Darcy would soon be banging both of these men.
Some things were better left private.
Malek nodded. “Yes. We have much to discuss, Kell, Darcy and I.”
The other woman nodded and gave Darcy a knowing smile. “I’d be goin’, too, if I had these two sexy thangs panting after me. I’ll save all y’all a burger, 'cause I’m sure y’all will be hungry once you get done…um…talking.”
“Oh, God.” This time Darcy just had to say it out loud. “Taquetha...”
“Don’t mind me. I ain’t gettin’ any, so I gotta get my thrills any way I can.” She patted Darcy on the shoulder and winked. “Since your apartment is in between theirs and mine, make sure sometimes you do it at your place, 'kay? That way I can listen.”
Darcy felt her face flame with even more heat. She put one hand on her forehead and gave a soft moan of embarrassment.
Kell slid off the table and came to stand on one side of her. Malek put one arm around her shoulders and squeezed.
All Darcy could do was shake her head while Malek and Kell grinned like alley cats. “I’m leaving,” she announced and picked up her purse from the grass beneath the picnic table.
“Thank you for the invitation, Taquetha,” Kell said, as always calm and polite.
“Sure thing, honey.” The other woman turned serious and shook her finger at the men. “You treat her right, you hear? Or you’ll answer to me.”
“Don’t worry.” Malek leaned down and kissed Taquetha’s cheek. “She’ll come to no harm from us.”
Taquetha lifted her chin. “I’ll hold you to that promise.”
“As well you should.” Malek slid his arm around Darcy’s waist and squeezed gently. “But we’ll treat Darcy like the precious commodity she is.”
Darcy twisted to look at him. “Hey. I’m not a commodity.” If he and Kell thought they could own her, they were wrong.
He pressed a kiss to her nose. “One of the definitions of commodity, according to the book of Merriam Webster, is ‘something of value’.” His arm tightened around her waist. “That’s what you are to us—isn’t that an accurate description then?”
She frowned, not sure if he was being serious or trying to pull one over on her. As they reached the street, Malek dropped his arm from around her waist and threaded his fingers through hers.
Kell took hold of her other hand. Giving her a wink, he said, “We wouldn’t want to lose you.”
She rolled her eyes. “It’s a two lane road,” she pointed out, “and our apartment is just right there.” She lifted their combined hands and pointed her index finger toward their eight-story building, which was on the other side of the street.
“We watch out for what’s ours,” Malek responded. He squeezed her fingers. “And you are ours, sweetling, as surely as we’re yours.”
Darcy fought back a shiver at the carnal promise in his words. When he brought her hand to his mouth and pressed an open-mouthed kiss on her knuckles, she clenched her thighs against the flood of moisture that slicked her labia.
A white pickup truck went by, then a small red car, and Kell said, “All clear. Let’s go.”
The men hustled her across the road, their longer strides meaning she had to trot to keep up with them. “What’s the rush?” she panted.
Kell’s eyebrows shot up. “You saw this—” he gestured toward his erection—”and you can still ask ‘what’s the rush?’”
She grinned. It was flattering, really, to have these two walking advertisements for male sex appeal be in this much of a hurry to get her alone. Especially after the time she spent being belittled by Randy…
No! She was not going to go there. Not today. Hopefully, if Randy had indeed moved on, not ever again.
Felidae ~ Copyright 2008 Sherrill Quinn. All rights reserved.
