Chapter 2

Rhett

I can’t keep my eyes off of Darby in her short dress with her tanned legs peeking out. Her nightmares fucking destroy me and I’ve tried to stay sober since that night. I’d do anything to be the one to push fucking Oliver in front of that train. The headlines were blasted all over the town and county. It was labeled an accident with no witnesses, and not even a family member to step up and claim him.

Darby passes baby Charlie back to Zane then bounces in the house, and I’m sure she’s off to tend to her best friend, Ava.

“What’s up, Rhett?” Zane nods to me to have a seat next to him as he offers Charlie a bottle.

“Nothing, man.”

“I’m the one getting married today and you look like the weight of the world is on your shoulders.”

I just shrug, knowing that if I open up to my best friend that I’ll lose everything. Zane has put up with enough shit in his life and carried around everyone else’s worries, he doesn’t need to worry about this shit. Plus, he’d take the guilt on double knowing what had happened.

“You know me and weddings.” I sit next to him, and hold my finger out for Charlie to wrap her little hand around.

“You’re usually ready to roll at weddings and taking tally of how much pussy you’re going to nail.”

I keep my eyes locked on Charlie’s teeny-tiny hand. “Well, considering that you’re having a tiny ceremony and the only other woman here besides Darby will be my mom, then it seems my mood is fitting.”

“How are you and the other half?” he asks.

“I don’t have another half,” I say deadpan and look up to him.

Zane just quirks an eyebrow in my direction and waits for an answer.

“We have an open relationship.” I take Charlie from him, delicately putting her on my shoulder, and pat her back.

“Bullshit. There’s no such thing when two people are as tight as you. I see the way you look at her.”

“Just because you fell in love and get all the happily ever after bullshit doesn’t mean I do.”

“What’s holding you back, Rhett?”

“My cock that craves a wide variety of pussy.”

Zane stands and whacks me in the back of the head. “Watch your fucking mouth, man, you’re holding my daughter.”

I could go in so many different directions with this, but decide to taunt him later about Charlie growing up and the boys chasing. God knows I’ll be right by his side kicking their asses with him.

“I’m going to change, then I’ll come grab her and you can change.”

I nod to him. The rhythmic breathing from Charlie and the slow pats on her back calm me and in a strange way they ease all my worries.

“Don’t ever grow up, little girl.” I kiss her temple and continue to wait for her burp.

The music from the house is booming and Zane has disappeared off into the barn, leaving me alone for a bit. That hasn’t happened much lately since I helicopter over Darby’s every single move. My parents should be pulling up the lane any moment and this peace will soon dissipate.

“I’m scared, Charlie, I’m not going to lie.” She belches and it’s a juicy one. I’m almost afraid to look down on my shoulder. “Now if you tell your dad that I said that then we’re going to have problems little girl.”

I tuck her in my arms and am relieved when my shoulder is throw-up free. That shit stinks and lingers like no other.

“I’m afraid to fall in love. You see, a long time ago…” I place my finger on her chest and let her little hand wrap around it, “my heart was broke. Like, broke real bad. You know Uncle Rhett doesn’t show hurt, but this girl from my past wrecked me.”

Charlie’s sapphire blue eyes stare back at me like she’s absorbing in each word. Her dainty lips purse together as if she was going to answer back. I just shake my head and smile. Grandpa sure sent us the gift of a lifetime with this little one. The love I feel for Charlie reminds me that my closed off heart does still have the power to love.

I lean in close and whisper to her, sharing one of my deepest secrets that in actual honesty even scares the shit out of me. “I think I’m falling in love with Darby, but I’m too big of a pussy to admit it.”

“My turn,” Darby announces, jetting from the front door.

She came in her maid of honor dress, but pulled her hair up into a big messy pile on the top of her head, and added some make-up, highlighting her whiskey colored eyes. She doesn’t even ask as she scoops Charlie up from my arms. My legs spread automatically and my hands find her hips, gently settling her into my lap.

The crook of her neck aligns perfectly with my mouth. On instinct, I dip low, brushing my lips against her sweet skin and listen to her babble on to her goddaughter about beautiful her mother is. I get selfish and need more than my lips on her skin, and begin to lightly kiss her. My fucking cock is up and ready to go.

The taste of Darby’s skin is the most fucking addictive drug to ever enter my bloodstream, and it only adds to my fear of never being able to let her go.

Pretending it’s an open relationship is just a façade. It’s what I do best…lie to myself. It’s the reason I always fuck her hard and aggressive, soaking up every ounce of her. It’s a defense mechanism. If I ever laid her down and made love to her, I’d be a fucking goner.

“You looking fucking delicious,” I mumble into her neck.

She takes a minute to look over to me and wrinkles her nose. “You just want in my pants.”

“You mean up your dress?”

“Same difference.”

“I bet you won’t say no.”

Darby tilts her head, showcasing her take-no-bullshit attitude. “Try me.”

“You’re on.”

Footsteps thudding up the stairs interrupt our playful banter.

“Your turn man.” Zane points out to the barn. “Only place we’re allowed.”

Darby stands up and hands Zane his little girl. I’ve seen it a hundred times now, the way his blue eyes light up, the pride that covers his face, and the smile of life each time he looks at his little girl.

“Ava, okay?” he asks Darby.

She nods before taking back off inside the house. “Said she had to rub one out before the ceremony; something about nerves or some shit.”

“You’re lucky you’re a woman or I’d…”

“Kick my ass, blah, blah, blah,” she finishes for him.

Zane settles back with Charlie on his chest. “You’ve got a feisty one on your hands and I have a feeling she’s going to wreck you in a good way.”

He has no idea how close to the actual truth he is about Darby. I run my hands through my shaggy black hair. The shit’s so long I could almost put it in a ponytail or one of those fucking man buns that Darby has been begging me to do.

“It’s Gia, isn’t it?” His question throttles me, pulling me from fantasizing about how I’m going to take Darby.

“Uh?” I ask even though I heard his question is crystal clear.

“You’re afraid she’ll do to you what Gia did.”

“Dude, you’re so far off it’s not even real.”

“I’ll say it once and it’s because you’re like a brother to me. If you love her, want to love her, even think about fucking loving her, then don’t let the past or circumstances get in the way. I nearly lost Ava.”

“Going to get dressed.” I snag two beers in clenched knuckles from the red cooler under the table and head to the barn.

The Rhett who’s functioned in this world for years comes out to play. The asshole, cocky bastard, jokester, and horny motherfucker as I strut to the barn and down the beer. I let out a howl of joy when I see another cooler in the barn that’s stocked full of cold beer.

My clothes are hung up in pristine condition. Ava refused to let me take them home or be responsible for them, period. Told me I’d probably sell them to a whore. My cargo shorts fall to the floor and I peel off my tank top before downing another beer. I can’t believe I’m about to put on fucking dress pants with a button up white shirt. Goddamn, I’m going to look like King Kong of the pussies gang. Thank fuck Zane will be next to me looking like the gorgeous weed he is.

There’s a mint green tie strung around the shirt and that’s the only difference between what I’m wearing and Zane. His tie is black. Ava and Darby thoroughly instructed us on the look they wanted. Untucked shirt, rolled up sleeves, the first few buttons undone, and the tie loosely knotted. Oh, that night after we practiced putting the fancy shit on did we give those women a show stripping out of the clothes.

Zane had a lot of making up to do after he piped off with the comment that these made the perfect stage outfits. Pretty sure the man’s face was down in the place for a good week or so. But he was right, I intend on using this next weekend at the club paired with my Ray Ban sunglasses.

A fucking genius idea hits me as my third or fourth beer goes by.

Rhett: I need help with this fucking tie

Darby: Tell someone who cares

Oh, the little shit wants it bad.

Rhett: Fuck, I’d call Sheila but I think she’s with another guy tonight.

Darby: Pig!

Rhett: You want to suck it…gotta run babe, trying to put my hair up in one of those manly buns.

I watch out the window, drinking another beer, and like fucking clockwork Darby sprints out the door and down the steps towards the barn. My cock comes to life watching her perfect tits bounce and the smile streaming across her face. The girl thinks she plays hard to get.

“Rhett.” The door swings wide open.

I turn to her with a beer in one hand and my other hand down the front of my boxers, rubbing my raging hard on. My longer than average hair falls to one side as I stare her down.

Darby doesn’t speak another word while she stares at my hand covering my cock, and then finally shuts the barn door, locking it.

“Don’t lock it. I hope someone walks in and sees me fucking the prettiest girl here.”

She plucks a hair tie from around her wrist and slowly walks over to me. I don’t move and continue rubbing myself. Her hands thread through my hair and I fucking moan. Her touch is always electric and sends chills through me. We’ve fucked over a hundred times and it still feels brand new each time.

Her lips land on mine as her hands work through my hair, bundling it together until it’s all off my neck. She pulls back for a second and looks into my eyes. There always seems to be so much to say between the two of us, but it’s like we're both too fucked up and scared to say a word.

We stay nose to nose as she wraps the elastic tie around my hair, then she finally steps back and takes the drink from my hand. She’s not shy about polishing it off for me. I watch her hand gently pull up her dress and then sink below her panties. The shit is taunting me with my actions. My cock aches to be inside her.

“You look so damn hot, Rhett.” Her voice hitches as her hand moves quicker.

It’s erotic as hell, but frustrating at the same time because I can only see the movement of her lace panties and not the parts I want to see. Pulling my cock from my boxers, I hope she’ll drop her panties and let me watch her sink into her sweet center until her knees tremble.

I wrap my hand around the base of my cock and give it a good squeeze, forcing back a moan and struggling to hold on to the last few bits of willpower I have. Darby’s tongue darts out and runs along the length of her lips, as I begin to stroke myself from base to tip.

Without warning, she sinks to her knees and takes my cock in her mouth. The overwhelming sensation and the buzz from the beer have me melting back onto the wall. Her fingers dig into the flesh on my ass as she sucks hard. The head hits the back of her throat several times until she pulls all the way back, lapping her tongue around my head.

I finally have to stand her up before I fucking explode in her mouth. She knows me too fucking well and lies back on a covered bale of straw, sinking her hand right back down into her panties. Every other woman I’ve been with is all about themselves and me fucking them hard. Not Darby, she loves to tease me and pull out everything inside of me.

“Don’t mess your hair up, baby,” I whisper, staring down at her.

She bucks her hips up in the air, sinking deeper into herself. Darby tosses her head to the side, showcasing her flushed cheeks.

“May I?” I ask, eyeing those sexy fucking panties.

She only nods, giving me permission to drag them down her legs. I fucking want to rip them off of her in one tear and sink balls deep in her, but I’ll let her put on this show. It will only make the fucking outcome that much more delicious. My knuckles graze down the sides of her legs as I pull off the only barrier left between us.

She has two fingers rubbing circles on her swollen clit.

“Watch me, Rhett,” she moans out. “You make me feel beautiful when you watch me.”

I don’t take my fucking eyes off of her as I sink down to my knees. My palm runs up her abdomen splayed out while my other hand spreads her legs further apart.

“Stroke your cock, Rhett.”

I shake my head side to side. “No, this is about you, baby.”

Slowly, she sinks one finger deep inside of her. Easily she finds a rhythm riding her hand. I place my hand on top of hers, applying pressure on her palm and making sure the perfect amount of friction is on her clit. She adds another finger into the pounding movement and begins to moan and roll her hips even faster, and right when she’s about to cum, I pull her fingers from her.

“Rhett.” She perches up on her elbows.

With both hands, I spread her legs wider and then lift them over my shoulder. “This is mine and I will please it.”

I take my time sinking lower to her until my nose is at her entrance, teasing her. Her sweet smell is too much of a temptation causing my tongue to dart out and lap her up. My teeth nip at her and then I finally circle her bud while pushing two fingers inside of her.

She doesn’t moan this time, but screams out my name as I work her over. The insides of her legs squeeze my head and her hands pull on my hair as she rides out her orgasm on my face. It’s never enough and even though I know she’s done, I take a few more drinks of her before standing up.

“Did you mess up my fucking man bun?” I ask with a smirk on my lips.

Darby giggles and nods her head.

“Well then, I better fuck you hard.”

She bites down on her bottom lip in anticipation.

I pull her up to my chest until I have her in my arms with her wet opening over my erection. Her hands lace into my hair and lips crash down on mine. I readjust the hold on her legs, steadying her. Her gorgeous brown eyes tell me the sweetest story as she stares back at me. Fuck, how long am I going to be able to lie to myself before she owns my soul?

I ease her down slowly on my cock, relishing how she feels. It’s a fucking drug and I’m addicted. She pulls back when we are fully connected.

“Did you say that my pussy is yours?”

Her typical playful smile and smartass tone are vacant. She’s fucking serious right now and I can only find the courage to nod. I want to say so much more like I’m fucking falling in love with her, but I don’t. I win her over with sex. It’s my specialty.

I start out slow and then pick up the pace, bouncing her up and down on my dick. Her tight pussy grips around me perfectly.

“Rhett. Rhett. Oh. My. God. Rhett!” she screams as her release hits her. I’m not long behind her sinking in balls deep.

“This is yours, too, Darby,” I grit out between my teeth, knowing it’s as close to the truth as I can say.

Her lips crash onto mine and I pick up the speed, pounding her down on my cock and spill into her.

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