“Wait, am I supposed to let the boo hag ride me in this version of the story, or—”

“Tomás!” Darcy squeaked then laughed until she was red-faced at my vulgar joke.

This was all I really wanted. To have her leaning into me, her laughter reverberating through both of us so that I couldn’t help but laugh with her. While she was still laughing, I slipped my arms around her.

God. She smelled good and felt even better.

Gradually her laughter died down, and she looked up at me but made no move to step out of my embrace.

“Tomás Martinez, if I didn’t know you better, I would swear you were trying to cop a feel.”

“Hmm, I would say that you know me very well.” I pulled her even closer so that she could feel what holding her this way did to me. “I am absolutely copping a feel, Darcy MacFarland.”

“Jesus, Tommy,” she whispered, dropping her head on my shoulder. She growled one of her soft kitten growls, and my dick throbbed where it was pressed against her belly at the sound. When she looked up at me this time, her lips were parted, pupils blown, giving me all the signs that she wanted to be kissed, and I was barely able to resist it.

“So…if you’re still rambling around when the bachelor party is over, I’ll come back here, we can have a drink and talk?”

Darcy sighed. A soft sound of surrender. “Okay,” she agreed finally.

I bit my lip in a feeble attempt to hide my giddy smile. “Good, great—”

“Tomás!” Jared called, his voice trailing down the front hallway and making Darcy slip out of my embrace. “Mom? Is Tomás with you?”

“Yeah! We’re in my study!” she answered, grabbing my hand to drag me out into the hallway behind her.

“Ah, good. My phone just told me it was time to head to the tux shop.”

“Yup, I already called the car. It’ll be here in three minutes,” I said.

“You’re so fucking efficient,” Jared said, hooking his arm around my neck. Before brunch, I suggested that he should drink a couple of mimosas to take the edge off of his hangover. It appeared that he took me up on that…and then some.

I could only imagine the condition the other three in our crew were in.

Actual dread filled me when I thought about the bachelor party and how it was going to be more of the same shit that went down last night but with strippers and probably a few illegal substances.

Fuck.

But now, at least, I had the promise of seeing Darcy when these drunk fools finally passed out, and that gave me something to hold onto.

8

Darcy