Relief that I can't explain washes through me as I watch Duncan. Despite the woman's best efforts, he's not picking up on the obvious advances. I take a deep breath and remember to move. He hasn't seen me and is now facing Jimmy and the stage. I'm right behind him when I tap him on the shoulder.
Duncan turns. Instead of his usual fun smile, his features are stern. And then his eyes meet mine. "What the fuck are you doing in here?"
We practically need to scream to be heard. "It's Sheila. She insisted we come downtown. We’re just a few doors down, but she's freaking out."
Duncan looks from me to Jimmy. "He's not done anything, but not for lack of trying."
"Kurt?" I ask.
"He just wants to leave."
I nod and pull out my phone. "Let's get out of here. I'll call an Uber and get them all home before something bad happens."
Duncan smiles. "Best idea I've heard all night."
Twenty minutes later we've poured Jimmy, Kurt, Sheila, Scarlett, Justin, and Jillian into an XL, and Kevin, Susan, Duncan, and I have gotten into another car. My ears are still ringing. I'm sandwiched between Susan and Duncan in the backseat when Duncan reaches for my hand.
We don't talk, but there's something about the way he holds it that is comforting.
Finally, I whisper, "Thanks for keeping an eye on Jimmy."
"It wasn't just me. Kevin was on it." Duncan laughs and speaks loud enough for everyone in the car to hear. "At first I thought your brother was coming down with something."
Kevin laughs and turns around from the front seat. "It didn't occur to me that Dunc wouldn't know the signal. I started coughing louder, figuring he's just not very fast."
"Dunc?" I ask.
Duncan shrugs. "I've never had a nickname before."
I turn toward Kevin. "Being fast isn't something to brag about, bro."
Even Susan laughs as the driver takes us all back to the farm.
Chapter Fifteen
Kimbra
Kevin and Susan walk hand in hand up the stairs toward the house as our Uber drives away. When I start to follow, Duncan holds tight to my hand but doesn't move. Instead, he stares up at the sky.
"What?" I ask once we're alone.
"There are so many stars."
"Yeah, once we get away from the city—"
His warm lips capture mine. My breathing hitches as I melt toward Duncan's chest. When we finally break our kiss, he says, "Let's go for a walk."
"Okay."
The moon is barely a sliver, leaving the sky black as space, dotted with thousands of twinkling diamonds of all sizes and clarity. Duncan leads me toward the barn, but instead of going in, we walk around to the back.
"I've never been as happy to see anyone as I was you in that club," he says.
I smile. "You didn't seem like it when you first turned toward me. You looked kind of angry."
"I thought you were another woman hitting on me or your brother or cousin..."
My chest fills with pride that he didn't want me to be one of those women—another woman. "I admit I was a little freaked out at what I'd find."
Duncan leads us to two old lawn chairs leaning against the back of the barn. They look a little rusty. The night air fills with the sound of creaking as he unfolds them. "Do you think these will hold us?" he asks.
"One way to find out." I gingerly sit on the old nylon weaving.
Duncan does the same. Other than a few stretch noises and more creaks, they seem to hold. "Why?" he asks.
"Why what?"
"Why were you freaked out?"
I shrug and look out over the field, up to the stars.
"Kimbra?"
I sigh, unsure if I should be honest or play it off about Jimmy. The seconds tick by. In the distance crickets sing and an occasional toad croaks.
Duncan reaches over and takes my hand. After a reassuring squeeze, he asks, "Were you worried about Jimmy?"
It's my chance. I can pretend. That's what this weekend is about, right?
Instead, I nibble my lip and make the decision to be honest. "I guess I was concerned about Jimmy. Sheila was freaking out. But that wasn't why I was nervous." I look down at our intertwined fingers. Duncan's grasp is warm and sure. My gaze moves up to his eyes before I speak again. "I know this is pretend and you don't owe me any kind of monogamy, but as I stepped into that club, I didn't want to find you with another woman draped all over you. I didn't want my fantasy to end, not yet."
The starlight illuminates his chiseled chin and protruding brow. Slowly his cheeks rise in a smile as small lines form near the corners of his eyes. God, he's so handsome. I don't have any right to hold him back. He's a player. It's who he is. Asking him not to be is like asking the river to flow backward.
Duncan squeezes my hand again. "Turning and seeing you was my fantasy. Remember? You called this pretend. I'm the one who called it a fantasy. Let me enjoy it, too."
"But doesn't Duncan Willis enjoy having beautiful women draped all over him?"
"You've probably heard a few things about me." He shrugs as his smile dims. "Some are true and others aren't. Some I'm proud of, others I'm not. It's kind of complicated, but all I know is that right now I'm enjoying." His gaze sweeps over me, as if he can see what is underneath my sundress. "Very much immensely enjoying one beautiful woman. And I brought her back here to do just that."
My heart flutters. "Oh? To do what?"
"To have you draped all over me."
"You're insatiable!" I laugh.
"Only when it comes to you."
I stand, but before Duncan can move, I drop to my knees in front of him. No longer do I feel the unease of being on my knees as I did at Gaston's. This time it is on purpose and I plan to make it memorable.
"I think it's my turn," I say as I reach for the belt on his jeans. Damn, he looks great in jeans. He looks hot in a suit too.
By the time I release his zipper, his cock has grown rock-hard. I run my hands over the tightening, velvety skin. Licking my lips, I see a small amount of cum leaking from the slit on the crown, glistening in the starlight. Momentarily I peer up through veiled lashes.
He’s watching my every move. "Kimbra, you don't—"
I don't let him finish as I open my mouth wide and take him deep, sheathing my teeth with my lips. Simultaneously, I wrap the base of his cock with my fingers and work my mouth and hand in unison. Up and down my head bobs as I lick and suck. His taste is salty and tangy, a unique and not unpleasant flavor.
With my other hand, I reach for his balls. The triple attack causes a deep, reverberating groan from him as his length reaches the back of my throat. His sac tightens as I roll his balls between my fingers and continue to pump his steel rod. When I open my eyes, I notice the way his hands grip the arms of the chair. His fingertips blanch, all the while not pushing or directing me, but allowing me to go at my own speed.
His cock throbs and legs tense as his pressure builds. Against the aluminum arms of the rickety old chair, Duncan’s fingers tighten. I wonder if he could bend the metal if he tried. The country air fills with a pop as I come off his tip. Duncan's head is back, his neck stretched until I speak. "Use me..." I direct his hand to my hair. "...I want you to fuck my mouth, like you've let me ride yours."