It isn’t so crazy
When they are
“Is that how many kids you’d like to have, one or two?” she asked spontaneously, moving away from him and glancing around the room. She was feigning disinterest in the answer, but she knew however he replied was vitally important to her. She wanted several children but hadn’t really thought about how many. Being an only child, she knew she wanted more than just one. Darcy had missed having siblings growing up, despite the terrorizing her friends had talked about at the hands of their brothers and sisters.
“I’m willing to practice as much as you need,” he said and leaned over her shoulder to nibble on her earlobe.
Darcy instantly shivered and leaned into the caress. She was probably making too much of this conversation. She didn’t want to worry about this now anyway. It was Sunday afternoon, she had a busy week ahead of her. Darcy just wanted to relax and enjoy the day without any worries.
“I don’t think you’re up to the challenge,” she said and turned in his arms.
Michael grabbed her and growled in her ear. “Not up to the challenge?” He lifted her onto the desk and leaned over her. “I’ll show you who’s up to what,” he said and nibbled on her neck. They had just leaned over, Michael seriously kissing her when they were interrupted yet again.
“Uncle Michael!” a little voice yelled from the hallway.
Michael sighed and leaned his forehead against her shoulder. “Sometimes it is difficult being part of a large family,” he groaned.
Darcy laughed and stood up, pulling down her shirt right before two small boys peeked around the door to the library. “Hi Uncle Michael,” one of the boys said, articulating his words with painful precision.
“Uncle Mike!” the other one said and started running, intending to throw his tiny body into Michael’s arms.
Michael bent down and picked up the first, then second boy, laughed as they threw their little arms around his neck. “Josh, Dennis, I’d like you to meet a friend of mine. This is Darcy,” he said.
Both boys moved closer to Michael but looked at her, wondering if they should accept her as a safe person or not.
“Michael? Are you down here with the maniacs?” a deeper, older male voice called out.
“Yep. They’re here, Thomas,” Michael called back.
Thomas appeared around the doorway and smiled as he realized his two boys were safe in their uncle’s arms. “Okay you two. You had a good nap, but it is time to terrorize someone else,” he said, taking both under an arm and hauling them out of the library. “You guys continue whatever it was you were up to before these hellions interrupted,” he said.
Darcy couldn’t see Thomas’ face but heard the smile in his voice and she blushed. As soon as Michael stepped closer to her, she jumped away. “No way, buddy. Everyone knows what you are up to in here. Finish this tour so they won’t think we’re making out. Or worse,” she said and jumped back again as he reached for her again.
Michael sighed deeply. “If they all know what we’re doing, why don’t we just do it so we don’t disappoint them,” he said, wriggling his eyebrows.
Darcy screeched when he grabbed her by the waist. “No way. I want to see the rest of this mansion you called home. So lead the way.”
Michael saw the seriousness in her tone and relented. “Okay, for now. And just because you’re embarrassed.”
“So if I wasn’t embarrassed, you’d have your wicked way with me?”
“Absolutely,” he said. “But this way, I can get you out of the library and show you the upstairs bedrooms. Mine’s the best,” he said and pulled her towards the stairway.
Darcy laughed but pulled him in the other direction. “What’s down this hallway?” she asked, feigning curiosity.
Michael followed her along, explaining the different rooms and some memories they contained. And with each room, he could explain who he was fighting with and over what issue. Or girl, she revised.
They worked their way outdoors and he held her hand as they walked across the patio and down a long grassy area surrounded on both sides by perfectly manicured hedges. He led her toward a wall of tall hedges that immediately swallowed them into their depths.
“Michael, what is this?” she asked as he led her down one hedge corridor and then another. “Please tell me this isn’t a maze of some sort.”
“Of course it is,” he said and turned to face her after another turn. “And now that we’re alone…” he said and pulled her into his arms.
Darcy hesitated for only a moment. She suspected that they were deep into the maze and no one would be able to find them in here. So she stepped into his arms and lifted her face to his kiss.
With his hands on her waist, he eased his fingers under her shirt and felt her warm skin. As soon as he touched her, he breathed in her gasp and reveled at how sensitive she was to his touch. “You’re beautiful, Darcy,” he said and deepened the kiss.
Darcy lost her mind yet again, wanting only to be held by this man, to make love to him until she couldn’t think anymore. Only Michael could make her feel that way. She groaned as one hand moved to touch a lace covered breast and she held onto his broad shoulders, wanting to lay down on the grass and make love right there.
“Michael,” two female voices called. with the grill.”
“You’re brothers say they need your help
Michael let his head fall backwards. here?” he whispered.
“How the hell did they know we were in
Darcy gritted her teeth and leaned her head against his muscular chest.
“I’ll bet Thomas and Sal sent them out here,” Michael said and pulled his hands out from under her shirt. “Come on. home and make love to you properly. suggested we come to lunch today.” Let’s get this lunch over with so I can take you
I’m not sure what I was thinking about when I
Darcy giggled at his frustration but she was feeling the same way. She liked his family but now she wanted to be alone and finish what he’d started.
He pulled her out of the maze quickly. Despite his attempts to eat and run, he was considerate of his family’s feelings and they spent a couple more hours playing with the kids. Once all the children were asleep for their afternoon nap, Darcy and Michael sat and talked with the adults. Darcy didn’t talk much but was content to just listen to the others discuss their week. She liked the way they all spoke about their frustrations, even Sal, the oldest who she initially thought would be the typical head of the family, listened and contributed to the conversation. She realized that he genuinely respected his brothers’ and sister’s opinions on all subjects.