Take My Hand [Brac Pack 28] by Lynn Hagen Read Free Book Online Page A

couldn’t have, or was too scared to have.
Raven was quiet, reserved, and downright intimidating. The man wouldn’t waste his time on someone like Darcy Lagrange. The guy struck Darcy as the type of man that appreciated more sophisticated company. Darcy wasn’t sophisticated. He was well mannered, and even educated, but he lacked the sophistication that would impress Raven.
But damn if Darcy wasn’t dying to let Raven have him—just as long as the man didn’t scare the crap out of him. Darcy turned over onto his stomach, his cock hard and poking him in the belly as he reached behind him, rimming his fingers around his untried entrance.
He quietly moaned as his hole pulsed and images of Raven taking him filled Darcy’s head. He pulled his hand back up toward his head, spit on his fingers, and then reached back behind him, sliding his fingers down the crack of his ass and then rimming his hole once again.
When Darcy slid one lone finger into his ass, he softly spoke Raven’s name. He imagined that it was Raven’s hard cock entering him, filling him completely, making his body come to life. His cock jerked, pulsed, and leaked as Darcy inserted another finger.
“Fuck me, Raven, please,” he whispered in the dark room as his imagination took flight. Darcy had had fantasies before, but never like this, never to the point that he was verbally living the fantasy out while fucking his fingers like they were a cock.
Raven’s cock.
Darcy hissed, moaned, and grunted as his fingers pushed deeper inside of his ass. Even though he was imagining Raven fucking him, imagination just wasn’t enough. Darcy needed the real thing to make his orgasm happen.
He could jack off, but it wouldn’t be the same as having Raven touch him, kiss him, or just take command and rock Darcy’s world.
“Is that what you want?”
Darcy froze, every muscle in his body locking down. Even his breathing was so shallow that his lungs were beginning to burn from lack of proper oxygen. He was even too afraid to remove his fingers from his ass.
No sudden movements.
“I know you’re awake, Darcy.”
Darcy still didn’t move. He wasn’t sure how Raven had gotten into his bedroom so quietly, or why the man was here, but damn if this wasn’t the most embarrassing moment of his life. Had Raven heard him crying out to be fucked? Darcy was going to die of complete and utter mortification.
When the blanket was tossed aside, Darcy slammed his eyes closed. He knew what Raven was looking at, and there was no way Darcy could deny what the man was seeing.
“Darcy,” Raven groaned as his fingers trailed lightly down Darcy’s arm. It was the same arm that held the fingers that were tightly tucked into his ass. Darcy shivered.“What are you doing to me?”
The dryness in Darcy’s mouth was almost painful, but not as painful as the heart that slammed into Darcy’s chest, making it almost impossible to breathe.“Raven.” He half whispered, half whimpered the man’s name.
“I couldn’t stay away, Darcy,” Raven murmured as he crawled onto the bed next to Darcy, his fingers lingering dangerously close to Darcy’s wrist and the fingers that were inserted into his rear end. He could feel that Raven was still fully dressed, the denim of his jeans scraping against Darcy’s bare legs.“Keep your fingers where they are.”
Darcy swallowed, trying to moisten his mouth to speak, but it was a futile attempt with Raven so close, the heat of his body soaking into Darcy’s naked flesh. He lay very still, wondering what Raven was about to do, and prayed at the same time that the man fulfilled Darcy’s fantasy.
Raven’s firm hand curled around Darcy’s chin, tugging Darcy’s head until he was staring into Raven’s eyes.“I’m trying to figure out what to do with you,” Raven whispered against his lips before he laid a kiss as tender and light as a summer breeze across the edge of Darcy’s mouth. When he tried to pull his fingers from his body, Raven’s fingers