He slowly worked his jeans down, being careful to keep his underwear in place, just as I said, “Hello?”
“What’s your ticket number?” Paul all but yelled.
I frowned. “My ticket number?”
Paul questioned loudly in my ear, but I couldn’t quite form a coherent thought because all of a sudden, Darby was standing in front of me in nothing but his boxer briefs.
His jeans were being held out in front of him, effectively hiding his package from my view, but it didn’t matter. I could imagine.
Oh, boy, could I imagine.
“Your ticket number, woman!” Paul bellowed.
I frowned and leaned slightly to the side, my eyes catching on a rather impressive bulge as I removed the ticket stubs from my pants pocket.
“Umm,” I said, practically ripping my gaze away from Darby. “I have 604 through 614.”
Paul started to yell, but Darby had sat down in front of me, spreading his legs wide as he looked at me with hooded eyes.
I yanked my eyes away from where he was sitting, finally realizing that Paul was absolutely losing his shit.
“What the fuck, Paul?” I asked, sounding annoyed just like I felt. Seriously, Darby and I were having a moment here, and then he had to call and ruin it.
“You won the RV!” Paul bellowed.
I blinked, then blinked again.
“You… I what?” I screeched.
Darby leaned forward, accidentally dropping his pants in the process, and looked at me with worry-filled eyes.
“You won the RV!” he repeated for a second time. “You won it! It’s yours!”
I looked blankly at the walls around me, then at Darby who was still looking quite concerned.
“I won the RV,” I said, voice monotone. “Are you sure?”
“The ticket we pulled was 606,” he said. “You won. Holy motherfuckin’ hell, you won!”
I swallowed hard. “I won… but ummm, isn’t that, wow. Do I have to pay for it?”
“No.” Paul laughed then. “It’s all yours. They’re going to put the title paperwork in your name. It’s all yours. They even pay the taxes owed. And since I have your employment paperwork, you don’t even have to come down here. All I need is your new address.”
I rattled it off, then hung up on his laughter.
Darby’s eyes were wide when he said, “Yours?”
I nodded once.
Then the biggest grin I’d ever seen on his face spread wide.
“Holy fuck!”
I burst into tears.
Darby leaned forward and caught my hand up in his.
“What’s wrong?” He laughed.
At me.
The damn man laughed at me.
“I don’t know how to pull a trailer,” I said. “I’m bad enough with a horse trailer. Which, might I add, was the first ever time doing it just yesterday! How am I supposed to pull this?”
Darby’s grin was fantastic, and I wanted to kiss it right off of his face.
“I’ll pull it home for you,” he said.
“I don’t know how to deal with RVs,” I said. “I mean, there are pop-outs. Buttons. Brakes. Jacks. I don’t even know how to flush the toilet!”
Darby laughed and pulled me into his arms, hugging me tight.
And that was when I lost it.
All the telling myself I should stay away because he was the bad Valentine went right out the window.
I didn’t care about his many conquests. I didn’t care about how he treated women. I didn’t care that my father might very well shit a brick. I also didn’t care about anything but him in that moment.
The moment my body landed on top of his and he leaned back, laughing, I decided that I couldn’t do it anymore.
And when I dipped my face and slammed my mouth down onto his, he apparently didn’t care much, either.
Because he not only returned the kiss, but he instigated more.
His hands went to my hair as he held me to him, his mouth practically possessing mine.
I moaned into his mouth, tasting his tongue as it thrust past my lips and licked upward, curling lightly against my upper lip.
I inhaled at the move, then gave just as good as I got.
And when we finally pulled back long moments later, panting and wide-eyed, neither one of us were laughing anymore.
“Darby…”
That was the last word that I said as he lurched back toward me. Seconds later, I was in his arms.
His hands went opposite directions. One went to my lower back, not quite touching my ass but not quite not touching it either. His other hand went to my neck where he pressed down to urge my face close to his.
“If you don’t want this,” he said, his hand squeezing my neck when I came up for air. “You need to say so now, because in about a half minute when I get you naked, I’m not gonna want to stop.”
I resituated myself so that my legs were on either side of his hips, and my pussy was pressed against his very rigid erection.
“Honestly, Darby,” I said, pressing as close as I could get. “Do you honestly believe that I’ve been spending all this time with you, inviting you to live with me, and giving you so much shit if I didn’t feel something for your ass?”