A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope you're enjoying it! Now it's beginning to heat up ;) Seriously though, this fic is rated M for a reason. This is partly why. Let me know what you think.
Chapter 7: Need You Tonight
Darcy still felt dazed by the time she got back to her motel. Whatever she had been suspecting from the men, it certainly hadn't been to be kissed senseless by two of them. Not that she was complaining. She just now seriously wished she didn't travel completely empty-handed. She could really use her vibrator. At least she had her hands.
She fell asleep, exhausted and not completely satisfied. It felt like she was missing something, though considering she had just been between two men who seemed determined to drive all thought from her brain through their lips, that was no surprise.
Clarity did not come while she was at work. She was conflicted. The bikers had been following her around since they met. They kept trying to get her to go with them and when she refused, they upped their game. First, it was the concert, the pizza and help vandalizing, and then the kiss. Kisses. But she couldn't actually be certain what they wanted from her. Her past relationships weren't anywhere near this intense...or determined. Not that she could call it a relationship. For all she knew, they were aware that she was alone in this town and decided they were going to sacrifice her. She'd be just another missing poster on the wall. Or not even a poster, unless Sampson went looking for her.
She tried to shove down the voice at the back of her head telling her that she wasn't worth it. That they didn't actually want her because who would, or that they only wanted her until something better came along. They'll take off when they realize what a mess she is. She's too much of a bother for people to actually give a shit. It sounded far too much like her mother.
Darcy wanted to believe that they wanted her. It was just too easy not to. She scowled at the empty store. Even decades back in time wasn't far enough away from her family. They kept haunting her even when she wasn't born yet. It was bullshit. She was tempted to take the bikers up on their next offer if only to prove her doubts wrong. There was the fear though that they weren't. The men were intimidating. It was easy to feel like prey when they stared at you, demanding something you wouldn't give.
At the same time though, she felt oddly protected and seen at the concert, surrounded by them. Sure, they were assholes for the most part, but they also listened to her. That was a rare thing.
"You're okay."
She looked up to see Clark standing in front of her counter. "Of course. I'm always fine." The context of the word changed but it was true. It all determined on how someone defined it.
"I wasn't sure. Lot of…" he paused.
"Lot of what?" she asked, curious. "Might as well tell me since you started it already."
He looked away before his expression settled into something serious. "Lot of the people seen with them end up on the missing board."
How sad was it that the bulletin board on the boardwalk was known as the missing board? She knew that already though. Frankie had never returned. It was part of why she suspected they were aiming for her next. At the same time though, something suggested it was different. They had protected her somewhat. Dwayne acted like a lookout, ensuring she didn't get caught for breaking the asshole's car.
"You got any tips for me?" he asked, breaking into her thoughts.
"Didn't you just tell me you expected I'd be murdered?"
He gave a shrug. "That's why I should get the tips now. Just in case."
She couldn't help but laugh at that. "Alright, fair point." Darcy thought about it for a moment. "Invest in computers. They'll go a long way."
His brow scrunched up in confusion. "Computers? Like War Games?"
She snapped her fingers and pointed at him. "Exactly. Trust me. Put a little money in like...IBM or Apple. The people making them," she explained. "You'll hit the jackpot. Just make sure it's only in your name and not your parents." Darcy didn't really know what was going on with his folks but it was better safe than sorry. She knew how shitty they could be.
"Huh. Doubt anyone's going to sell me stock," he kicked at her counter and shoved his hands into his pockets. Probably not, but she didn't say that.
She gave a shrug. "I'll help you figure it out. Not like I'm going to give advice I'm not taking myself."
He stared at her for a moment, as if unsure. "Really?"
"Even if I have to buy them for you myself," she promised. Darcy liked Clark, even if he was her minion.
"Thanks, Darce." He turned to leave before he paused and looked back at her. "Don't get murdered, okay?"
"Sure, now that I promised to help you invest," she drawled. She gave him a soft smile. "I'll be careful."
He nodded before looking distinctly uncomfortable before he took off. Probably wasn't used to trying to admit that he cared. Maybe he'd be the one who would put up missing posters when she eventually disappeared. It was nice to know someone might.
Darcy closed the shop early. She didn't entirely feel like going back to her motel. Especially since the bikers knew where she lived...and worked. It wasn't that she expected them to appear, but she needed time to think. They had a tendency to piss her off enough that she just reacted instead of really considering things through. She didn't really want that space, not when her mother's voice played all of her negative thoughts in her mind, but she needed it. Maybe.
She kicked at a rock as she walked, trying to decide if it was worth it. Risk of death for trying to figure out if they actually wanted her? At least she'd die feeling great. Well, only if they killed her while they kissed her. She sighed. God, what a kiss. She felt her face flush as she thought about it.
"Thinking about us, rosy-girl?"
She nearly jumped out of her skin, turning to see Dwayne stepping up next to her. "Jesus fucking christ! Don't do that!"
He grinned slightly before offering her a lit cigarette. She narrowed her eyes. Handy that he had that prepped.
"You prep that?" she asked, taking it from him. She inhaled slowly, letting the nicotine help calm her heart rate down.
"Just know what you need."
"Sure," she exhaled. "Why are you here? Better yet, how'd you find me?"
"Saw you while I was out."
She stopped walking and pointed at him with the fingers holding the cigarette. "I don't believe you." She took another drag. "How do I know you're not just trying to butter me up to lead me to end up as one of the posters on the boardwalk?"
He moved so that he was standing closer in front of her. She'd be able to touch his abs if she just reached out. "That won't happen."
"Oh yeah?" She scowled up at him. "And what? I'm supposed to just trust your word? I don't know you, Dwayne. I don't know your friends. For all I know, you're just waiting until I finally accept your stupid invitation to party and you deal with me so I don't fucking tell anyone about Frankie!" She shoved past him, walking away.
He grabbed her arm, turning her to face him back. "Maybe we know something you don't."
"Oh yeah? What's that?"
"You belong with us," he said softly.
She scoffed. "I don't belong with anyone." It was her mother's words that she parrotted. They came out before she could stop herself. She tried not to wince. Dwayne shifted closer and she felt like snarling. She wanted to be let go. These were not games that she liked to play and she felt vulnerable, like an open wound with the way he was watching her.
"That might have been true before," he said with complete conviction. "But you're here now. You came here for a reason and we found you. You're ours now and we're yours. Goes both ways." It might have been the longest sentence he said to her at once.
God, she wished that was true. All of it, not just being here for a reason. Part of her wanted to be theirs too. She just couldn't trust it.
She took a final drag of her smoke before dropping it and stomping it out. "Why?"
His hand dropped from her arm to her hand and he motioned for her to follow him. Come, Darcy. The world swayed and she followed automatically.
His bike was down the street, betraying his lie from earlier. He swung a leg over and nodded to her to join behind him.
"Come on, rosy-girl. Got something you'll want to see."
She paused for a moment before she got on. He grabbed her leg, pulling her to shift closer against him before he turned on the bike and revved the engine. She wrapped her arms around him, slipping her hands under his jacket and against his skin. She wasn't about to waste the opportunity he presented.
Dwayne drove fast, weaving through people without a care as they got closer to the boardwalk. He didn't hit it though. He turned before they reached it and took another route that somehow still had them on the beach. Darcy buried her face in the back of his jacket. The bike kicked up sand and she was going to be washing it out of her hair for a week.
He finally stopped and offered her his arm to hold on to while she got off. She glanced around. They were far from the boardwalk. Far from anywhere really except the ocean. The stars hung brightly in the sky and it was a strange thing to think that they'd be the only witness if she died out here. Why did she follow him?
"For someone who said they didn't plan on murdering me, it sure seems like you are."
He nodded for her to follow him. She was half tempted to just start walking back to the boardwalk. She could see it in the distance. Still, she had come this far. Might as well follow through at this point. At least she'd find out who was right, him or her insecurities.
She followed Dwayne only to stop once she realized where he was leading her. "A cave? Are you fucking kidding me?"
He threw her a look over his shoulder. She stuck out her tongue but continued on. "This better be worth it," she muttered to herself. If she died in a cave, she was going to haunt his ass. She lost sight of him as soon as she took like two steps into the place. She stopped immediately. The stars did not provide enough light for her to go wandering in and be able to actually see. Fuck. She was going to die like one of those stupid blondes in a horror movie. "Dwayne?"
Something lit to her left and in seconds there was a small fire started. Dwayne stood up from where he was crouching before it and looked up. Darcy followed his gaze.
"Holy shit." There was something in the cavern. The light glittered off of the rocks and whatever covered it. It almost looked as though she was surrounded by the stars. "How the hell did you find this?" She turned to look at him only to have her breath catch in her throat. He was right behind her.
"Been here a while." He held something up, offering it to her. She frowned, confused at the paper before she took it and actually got a good look. It was a notice...of a car crash. Warmth bloomed in her chest as her eyes skimmed it. The jackass had crashed. Not that far from where he had been parked. They had to airlift him out. Likely to lose a leg. She couldn't stop the smirk. She hoped it was the same one he used to kick the dog. Motherfucker deserved it.
"Satisfied?" he asked.
She looked up at him, carefully gauging his reaction. Was he appalled? There was a pleased, sort of vicious glint in his eye and her breath caught at the sight of it. "Immensely."
"Celebration then." He nodded to the side and sitting on one of the rocks by the fire was a funnel cake. It didn't have any ice cream but it was covered in powdered sugar. It was her favourite thing from the boardwalk, though she rarely went. The only thing missing was strawberries.
"Oh my god." She moved forward, pulling off a piece and eating it. It was just sweet enough. "Want some?" she offered, grabbing the plate and holding it out towards him. Dwayne took a small piece but seemed more content to watch her. She felt like she was being rewarded for the crash, for irrevocably changing someone's life.
It had never been a thing before. People didn't approve. Even those that egged her on in doing shit still scattered when it hit the fan. No one complimented her on the things she did. Maybe because she was usually blamed for things she didn't. Like being the reason her sister failed a test or being unable to join her family on beach holidays because of the one time she supposedly ruined it. She had almost drowned but that didn't matter. No one had ever given her what basically counted as cake for the damages she did cause.
"Thanks," she said softly.
His hand went to her cheek, fingers digging in slightly to the back of her neck before he tilted her face up and kissed her. His lips moved against hers with purpose and his other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her against him. Part of her questioned this, the intensity of the moment before she shoved it down. Who the fuck cared? As long as he kept kissing her like that.
Darcy reached up, digging her hand into his hair. God, he had so much of it. He deepened the kiss, demanding more. She was willing to give him everything. She broke the kiss, gasping for air. Dwayne didn't stop. His lips moved across her jaw and down her neck. She couldn't stop the gasp as he bit down lightly. Fuck, that felt good. It felt like seconds before she was being lowered onto the ground and Dwayne had shucked off his jacket. When had he even gotten a blanket?
"You're ours," he said softly. He kissed her again, lips moving against hers as though he could brand her like that.
She ran her fingers up one of the arms he used to hold himself up above her. "Dwayne," she murmured as she broke the kiss again. He went straight back to her neck, sucking at her skin before he pulled back slightly. His hand pushed up her top. She sat up, trying to ignore the doubt that prickled in the back of her mind as she pulled it off. Dwayne touched the skin under her breasts, fingers tracing patterns she didn't recognize but still made her stomach clench. He was staring at the bare skin. She let out a slow breath.
"We doing this or what?" she asked softly, trying to gauge that sudden hesitation. "We can stop."
His eyes met hers. "What do you want, Darcy?" It felt like he was asking something else, something that didn't just have to do with the sex she was hoping was going to happen.
"Everything," she breathed.
"That's what we'll give." He settled in between her legs, hips against hers as he kissed her again, leaning more into her. She revelled in the feeling of him, the solidity and weight of his body on hers.
"Well, alright hotshot," she scraped her teeth down his jaw. "Make me feel something."
His eyes seemed to glow as he grinned at her. He ground his hips into her as he kissed her again.
Darcy wasn't used to this. Not like this. His hand slipped under her bra, shoving it up while he kneaded the flesh that was freshly exposed. His mouth soon followed. He seemed to know exactly how she liked to be touched. There was nothing soft and teasing with how he held her. As he moved back, pulling at the shorts she wore, she didn't catch any hesitation or the slightest grimace in his expression. He stared at her as though he almost didn't recognize her but there was a warmth and hunger in his gaze that left no doubt. She shivered as a breeze went through the cave as if it was brought in from the ocean itself.
It broke whatever concentration Dwayne had and he was on her again before she could blink. His mouth went lower to the junction between her thighs. He fit as though he was meant to be there, fingers digging into her flesh as his tongue worked miracles. If she thought he knew what he was doing with the way he touched her, this was a new high. She dug her hand into his hair as he hooked one of her legs over his shoulder. She felt him shift and then start to use his fingers, pushing in one and then another. Fuck. She'd marry his hands just for this.
Her voice echoed off the cave walls as she cried out, muscles clenching tightly as she came hard. Dwayne didn't pull back right away, continuing to lick and suck as though he hadn't just made her see stars. Again.
She shoved him back, using the heel of the leg over his shoulder to dig into his collar bone. "Fucking hell," she tried to catch her breath. "You can have me. I'll die willingly and at peace," she joked, unable to stop the slight laughter that followed. God, how many people had she dated that could fucking do that? The answer was none. At least not that she remembered. Then again, she could barely think.
"We're not done." He stood up and unbuttoned the jeans he wore. Forget time travel, she had clearly died and gone to heaven. Reward, she thought, for all the shit she had gone through. Dwayne kicked off the pants before he lowered himself back to her.
It didn't take much to hook her leg around his hips. Dwayne kissed her like she was going to drown in him and he would let her. He wasn't slow. He pushed in, groaning into her neck as she tried to adjust to the feel of him.
She swore under her breath as his teeth nipped at her neck. He pulled out slowly before thrusting back in. Her head fell back, mouth falling open. His hand was behind her back, cradling her skull as he increased his pace. His fingers dug into her skin and she dragged her nails across his back, trying to gain some purchase. She was going to break and it would be delicious. She would welcome it as long as he didn't stop.
The hand under her dug into her hair and she felt him shift slightly, changing the pressure. Thank god they weren't near anyone as she cried out, reaching that release and still feeling him fucking her. She thought she heard him growl but she was dazed, lost in him. His hips stuttered against hers slightly before he pulled out, turning away from her. She didn't bother protesting. She wasn't sure she could move at this moment and it was worth the entire risk of coming here.
Darcy lay there, trying to convince herself that she needed to get dressed. Despite the blanket under them, she probably had sand everywhere. Including places that she didn't want to think about. Still worth it.
She watched as Dwayne moved, the firelight glinting off of his skin. The man was beautiful. They all were in different ways. Her eyes closed, just for a minute as she thought of what he said. You're ours.
[tbc]