Surrender To Me

WREN

“OH MY GOD, babe, I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!” Darcy pulled me into a hug, squeezing the air from my lungs. When she let me go, I grinned at her, settling myself back onto the stool at the bar. I was meeting her at The Nightingale after she threatened to blow up my phone every day until I agreed to get drunk with her.

“It has been a while,” I admit, crossing my legs and holding back the moan when the ache Bane had left me with reared its head.

Darcy placed her purse on the bar top and pulled herself onto the stool beside me. When the bartender walked over-a beautiful blonde woman with breasts that were overflowing the V in her shirt-Darcy ordered us both a drink, then turned back to me.

“What’s happening? What happened with Hawk? I need to know everything.”

I laughed, then finished off my whisky. “So much has happened, Dee.”

She pursed her lips and gave me the once-over. “Okay, why are you smiling like that?”

“Smiling like what?” I asked, knowing I was screwed. I couldn’t keep the happiness from my face -happiness that Bane had put there.

“Like you got the best sex of your life last night.” I gave her a meaningful look. “Fuck me, you did get the best sex of your life last night.”

The bartender placed our drinks down, but I waited for her to leave again before I said, “Bane is… something else.”

“Okay, I want to know all the details, Wren. The last time I spoke to you, he’d only given you a couple of orgasms. When did we graduate into dirty sex? And what about the deal? And what about

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“If you shut up, I’ll tell you,” I said, cutting her off.

She folded her arms over her chest. “Fine. I’m listening.”

Sucking in a breath, I let it out, then leveled my gaze on her. “You know how I said Hawk would fuck up again, I just had to wait for it?” At her nod, I said, “Well, Hawk did fuck up again. After I got off the phone with you, he told me he was going to get the money by betting on the horses. I got home from work, and there he was… the little shit had lost the bet and owed a bookie the money.”

“Holy shit.” Darcy threw back what was left of her drink and motioned for two more. “Then what happened?”

I shrugged. “I called Bane.” “What?”

“He’s the only person I could think of to help,” I replied, picking up my glass and swallowing the

rest of my drink as another replaced its fallen brother.

Darcy thumped her chest. “Me. I would’ve lent you the money, babe.”

I shook my head. “No, Dee. You’re my friend, and I love you, but money always messes up friendships. Besides, you and Baron are going to start IVF soon. You guys need the cash. Plus, I wouldn’t want you to give up having kids to save my punk-ass brother’s butt. Anyway, I called Bane. He came over, more than happy to pay the bookie on Hawk’s behalf, then add that total to the overall owing amount without adding interest.”

“What do you know, a mobster with a conscience,” she shot back.

“Anyway, we had sex that night. It was supposed to be only the one night, a free pass because we were both desperate for each other.” I took a sip of whisky, wondering how much I was going to tell her.

“Ah… you’re going to tell me every single fucking detail, Wren Montana,” Darcy demanded. When I looked at her, she added, “I can tell by the look on your face that you were wondering how much to spill. I want it all. Every. Illicit. Dirty. Detail.” She punctuated every word by thumping the bar, drawing the attention of some guys standing nearby. Whether it was the noise or her words, I realized we were gaining some attention.

Scooping up my drink, I slid from the stool. “Come on. If you’re going to be demanding, let’s go somewhere more private.”

Darcy strutted past the men, giving them a wink as she went. She was such a shameless flirt.

Despite that, she was one hundred percent faithful to Baron.

I found an empty booth and slid into it. “He gave me twelve throughout the night.” “Shut. Up!” she shouted, drawing everyone’s attention that time.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Fuck, Dee, keep your shit together,” I hissed, shooting anyone still staring a look. “Yes, twelve. He only came once, right at the end.”

“Fuck, that man has some stamina.”

Didn’t I know it? “Yeah. He’s a fucking savage in bed. It’s amazing, don’t get me wrong, but I was exhausted when we were finally done.”

“Were you walking funny the next day?”

I stared at her. “Seriously? Are we in grade school again?”

Dee shrugged and gave me a coy smile. “I need to live vicariously through you, Wren. Baron is the only fucking man I want, but marriage has worn our sex life down to a grind-a boring, monotonous grind. Add the attempts at baby-making and romance and passion have fucking left the building. I need these dirty stories to get me through.”

“I’m pretty sure this is why they make porn,” I told her, slowly turning my glass around on the table, each revolution like a loosening of my tongue. “On Monday night, he took me to dinner at his sister’s place.” I would’ve laughed at the expression on Dee’s face if I didn’t feel the same way. “I know… I was shocked. She’s nice, actually, and I saw a side of Bane I didn’t think existed.”

Darcy threw back her drink and put the glass down with a thump. “What side?”

“He has a baby niece, and he’s smitten with her. You should’ve seen him…”

Reaching under the table, she prods my abdomen. “Did your ovaries just explode?”

I batted away her hands but was unable to wipe the grin from my face. “It was pretty fucking amazing.”

“And? What happened next?”

“He took me home, and we had more amazing sex.”

She raised one manicured brow at me. “What happened to the one free pass only?”