Love Me (Trust Series #2)

by Mayer, Kristin

  He bites my lower lip as he pushes his hardened length against me, creating that delicious friction I crave. Pushing off the door, he takes my mouth with his as I grab his shirt and pull. It causes the buttons to rip off, but it gets me immediately to his lean, hardened chest. Damien is walking across the office in a zigzag manner.

  Between kisses, he mumbles, “Shirt off.”

  I comply. Leaning back in his embrace, I pull off my bra and sweater over my head at the same time. He rewards me by sucking my already pebbled nipple into his mouth. Finally, we make it to the desk, and he sits me down on the edge. I start kissing on his neck as he takes one swipe behind me, his hands knocking all the papers to the ground.

  He immediately goes to my pants, unbuttons them, and pulls them off. I lean back on my elbows, and he immediately goes between my legs and starts sucking my clit into his mouth. An erotic-sounding noise erupts from me as my bud tingles. He sucks me harder and harder.

  My thighs tense as I climax, and I collapse back on the desk. I’m trying to be quiet, but when we get together, it’s as if the entire world slips away. The only thing I can even think about focusing on is the man standing right in front of me. As I’m coming back down into consciousness, the sounds of his belt and zipper being undone penetrate my haze. Finally, I’m about to get that relief I need each and every moment his dick is not inside me.

  He pulls me to where my sex is exposed in midair. In one stroke, he slams home, and I scream at the sensation. I love when he savagely takes me. He continues pushing into me, and we climb faster with each thrust.

  I’m just about at my limit when I clench down on his dick.

  He yells, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” with each thrust.

  I lose myself in my orgasm as he spills himself into me.

  He collapses on me, but then he thinks better of it and brings us both to lie on the floor while he’s still semihard inside me. This is what total satisfaction and pleasure feel like as we both calm our breathing down. There’s a fine sheen of sweat on us both.

  I lift my head up to look in his eyes and love his sex-mussed black hair with his sex-hazed blue eyes. “I’d say that this was a very successful lunch date.”

  “You became quite possessed.”

  At that, I remember ripping his shirt and recall where we are. My face heats instantly. “Oh no, I didn’t mean to do that here. I completely forgot where we are, and…” My face is burning as I think about the noise we just made. “Damien, they all probably heard. Oh no…geez.” I bury my head in his chest as I try to calm my thoughts down.

  He pulls my face back up to meet his. “First off, I love how you lose all control when I touch you. Second, security automatically clears a large perimeter around us when I take you anywhere behind closed doors. It’s in the protocol, so we can be together whenever we want.”

  Oh. My. Gosh. They must all think we are totally sex-crazed.

  “Hey, if we have to have them, I might as well make it work to benefit us somehow.”

  I cannot stop the giggle that escapes before it is too late, but I give him a light slap on the chest for good measure. He brings us to the floor. He’s still twitching within me as I’m lying on top of his chest. I love the full feeling after sex when we stay connected afterward.

  He gives me another kiss and says, “And last, I’ll have a shirt delivered before I go to my next meeting.”

  “Oh geez, Damien. They’re going to know I ripped your shirt off you.” My face heats at the thought as I bury my face into his chest just below his chin.

  “Well, you did.”

  I groan as I feel the vibrations in his chest from his light laughter. We lie there together for a few more minutes.

  I look at the time. “Oh shit, I’ve got to get back on the field.”

  I immediately sit up with him still inside me, and I start looking at my clothes as they are scattered everywhere. I go to get up when I feel both his hands on my breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers.

  I start to slap them away. “Damien, I’m about to be late. I’ve got to go. I’ll screw your brains out this evening.”

  I go to get up and feel his length harden inside me as his hands pull me back down. Fully sheathing him again is all it takes. I don’t care how late I am if I get to have him pleasing me like this again. I completely succumb to the rhythm as I ride him like my life depends on it. Quickly, we both find our release again, and I collapse onto his chest.

  When I return to reality, I immediately get up, dislodging him from me, and he emits a grunt from the sudden movement. I start to scramble as I put on my clothes. He’s chuckling from behind me. I refuse to look at him right now because if he even has round three in him and gets me to meet him in the eyes, I will never get back on the field.

  “What are you doing in such a hurry, baby?”

  I shimmy into my skinny jeans. “I’m getting out of here as fast as I can because”—I look down as I snap my bra, not being able to multitask—“if I stay near you, I know what’s going to happen”—I pull my shirt over my head—“and I won’t be able to do a damn thing about it, and you know it.” I run my hands through my hair, trying to make myself look presentable again. After slipping on my heels, I run over and give him a quick peck while staying just out of his reach. I spin around and start heading for the door.

  In his low sexy voice, he says, “You know, I’m still going to take you up on your offer and have you screw my brains out tonight.”

  I turn around, and in the most sexy voice I can manage, I say, “That was a given. I’ll be wet, thinking about all the things we’re going to do together.”

  I hear him groan as I disappear through the doors with a smile. He’s such a sex fiend.

  My sex fiend.

  We are in the car, headed to Damien’s parents’ house this evening. He’s stressed beyond belief from Bane’s discovery of his sister’s pregnancy and his parents attempting to cover it up. The impending visit with his parents isn’t helping matters. When he’s stressed, there are two things that happen—he becomes combative with work problems, and his sexual appetite reaches an all-time high. He’s still tender with me, and he’s always the romantic lover, but I am sore today after breaking every record last night. I love the feeling though. It’s satisfying.

  His cursing also gets a little excessive when his aggressive side comes out. He’s on the phone right now, “That fu—”

  I lay my hand on his knee and give it a squeeze to stop his rant as I continue to look through my magazine.

  He takes a deep breath and continues, “Have Monica contact them to schedule the interview. Thanks.”

  He hangs up and starts reading his emails on his phone. All of this is just his coping mechanism, and I respect that because I know I need time to excessively process everything in my own way. If it gets to be too much, I might just have to sacrifice myself and let him have his way with me again in the back of the car.

  Oh, what a hardship that would be.

  I stop my train of thought because this is not the time or the place, and he will know if I’m having any thoughts of car sex. Right now, he’s like a bloodhound.

  He’s so engrossed in typing a response to an email that he doesn’t realize where we are and that the car has stopped. I tap his shoulder to get his attention, and he immediately stops what he’s doing.

  He looks at me. “What is it, baby?”

  “I need to talk to you for a second.”

  I love how he stops absolutely everything for me. I would do the same for him.

  He’s looking curiously at me, still not taking in his surroundings. “Absolutely.” He lays down his phone. “I’m sorry. I’ve been so caught up in business this morning. I shouldn’t have neglected you like I did.”

  “Damien, I’m fine. I recall receiving a lot of your undivided attention last night and then this morning again.”

  He gives me that devilish grin I love.

  On a more serious note, he asks, “Are you sore
?”

  I pause just a moment too long before I go to respond, but he cuts me off.

  “I took you too many times last night, Alli. I’m sorry if—”

  I put my hand on his mouth. “Trust me, I enjoyed every minute of it, and I expect many repeat performances of last night in the future.” I could facepalm myself right now. I am not supposed to be getting us both worked up. I clear my throat and continue on before the sexual desire builds too much in his eyes. “Damien, I’m here for you. Before we get to your parents’ house, I wanted to make a stop along the way. In all this madness, I thought it would be good for us to remember that we are righting a wrong in all this.”

  Damien starts looking around and immediately knows where we are. Warningly, he almost admonishes me, “Alli…”

  I know this is something he needs. Putting my hand on his face, I lock my eyes with his. “Damien, it’s time you forgave yourself.”

  He doesn’t break eye contact as he leans in and gives me a kiss. I can see the warring emotions crossing his face.

  I press on. “Damien, Rebecca would not want you to keep punishing yourself like you have been. We all make mistakes, but you both were hurt and coping in different ways. Look at how I coped for an entire year after my parents died. It was because of you that I came back and started living again.”

  He closes his eyes. “Alli, I should have been there for her to talk to me about what she was going through.”

  “Damien, she probably felt the same way. She was trying to handle the loss of your grandparents along with a pregnancy.”

  His eyes snap open to meet mine as my words sink in.

  I rub my thumbs along his cheeks and say, “It’s time to release this burden you’ve been carrying all these years.”

  It’s the most vulnerable I’ve ever seen him. He nods, and we get out of our car. He slowly leads me to his sister’s grave. My eloquent man is probably trying to figure out what he’s going to say. I know it might seem weird that we visit our families’ graves like we do, but it makes us feel like what we’ve lost is still there in a sense. It’s peace. That’s sometimes hard to find when an empty feeling invades your soul as if you’ve been robbed of time.

  He leads us to Rebecca’s tombstone. The caption on it reads.

  Damien picked out the saying that went on Rebecca’s tombstone. From conversations I’ve had with him, his mom spent the time planning the get together after the service. The small important details such as the tombstone wording didn’t matter to her. She makes my blood boil.

  A peaceful quietness comes over us as I say, “Damien, I’m going to give you a minute. You need to forgive yourself. I know she does. Take this moment and know she loved you. She knew you were going through a rough time. You both were.”

  He looks up at me, totally lost, but he nods. From the conversations we’ve had, I know that he hasn’t been back to Rebecca’s grave since she died. There’s something therapeutic about it for me, and I hope it is the same for him, too. It hurts like hell, but it’s part of the healing process. I back away quite a few feet to give him a moment of privacy with his sister. I know he would let me stay, but after experiencing a loss like this, some things need to be said alone.

  He sinks down to his knees and bows his head. Per my request, Bane had the rest of security wait down by the entrance. I wanted Damien to have as much privacy as possible. I hope he’s finally dealing with this loss, and then he can regain the part of his life that has been dedicated to regret.

  He puts his hand to her grave and begins to speak as he traces the words he chose for it all those years ago. After this, maybe he will be able to look back at all the memories of his sister with fondness and not sadness, like I am able to do with my parents because of him. He removes his hand from her tombstone and smoothes them over his dress pants.

  In one fluid motion, he rises and signals for me to come over, and I comply immediately. As I put my arm around his waist and look up at him, I see the moisture in his eyes, which causes mine to become wet. My heart breaks, knowing the pain he’s been carrying around all this time.

  He further tightens his grip, and we turn toward her grave as he speaks, “Becky, this is the love of my life. She’s my other half, like Grandma was to Grandpa. I want you to know that I’m going to be okay now that I have her. She would have been the sister you always wanted. We’ll keep you updated on our life. I’m so sorry I didn’t come here sooner. I have loved you always, even when I was a little lost.”

  I wipe away the few tears that have slipped out of my eyes. As we are about to leave, I grab Damien and lean into him. I need to say something. I feel compelled to say something. “Rebecca, I wish we could have met. I want you to know that I’ll always love your brother with every fiber of my being. I never dreamed of finding a love like this.”

  Damien tightens his arm on my waist at my words, and I cannot continue, or I’m going to be a sobbing mess. Seeing him emotionally upset and raw hits me to the core. I can feel the love here, like I do at my parents’ grave.

  We stand there for a few minutes, reflecting, as Damien kisses the top of my head.

  He eventually whispers, “Good-bye,” to his sister, and we head to the limo.

  I can feel the closure he has received. It’s as if the weight of the world has been lifted off his shoulders. We get back into the car, and he immediately raises the privacy screen of the limo.

  As the car takes off, Damien stares out of the window while he rubs my knee lost in reflective thought. After carrying around that guilt all these years, I’m sure that he’s a little lost in trying to get his bearings straight.

  After a few minutes, I lean my head on his shoulder, giving him as much contact as possible. “How are you doing?”

  He puts a finger underneath my chin and raises it until I meet his eyes. “Thank you.”

  And with those two words, I know he’s going to be okay.

  I smile up at him. “I love you, Damien. There isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for you.”

  “Me, too, baby. Me, too.”

  Going for my purse on the seat, I say, “I have something for you.”

  He quizzically looks at me as I continue to dig for it. I pull out the small box that is perfectly wrapped.

  As I hand it to him, I explain, “With how fast the wedding happened, I didn’t have time to get you a wedding gift. I just got it back before we left to come up here. I have been waiting to give it to you.”

  He’s smiling as he takes the gift from me and opens it.

  “It’s your something old, something borrowed, something new, and something blue. I know that normally doesn’t apply to guys, but what you did for me was incredibly sentimental, and I wanted to do something similar for you.”

  He pulls out the titanium-banded watch that matches his wedding ring.

  I continue to explain, “The something new is the watch itself that matches your ring. The blue sapphires marking the hours from one to eleven on the clock face were my mother’s, which is your something old and something blue. The something borrowed is the small white diamond at the twelve o’clock position. If you look closely, it’s a small heart that I got in a ring when I turned sixteen. You will always have my heart. The inscription on the back matches what our rings say. This way, when we have to be apart, you’ll always be able to count down the minutes until we are together again.”

  The casual observer would never be able to see the heart-shaped diamond as it just looks like another stone. I was incredibly pleased with how his gift turned out. I was afraid it would be too feminine, but it’s a good balance between sophistication and masculinity.

  He’s just sitting there, staring at it closely. All of a sudden, doubt starts to form in my mind as I wonder if I did the right thing.

  Then, he pulls me to him, and his lips take mine in the most adoring kiss, almost bringing me to tears.

  “I love it. It’s perfect like you. I’ll cherish this always.”

  I’m so excited as
I smile and lean into him, just holding him. He puts on his watch and just stares at it. I look at my sapphire ring, rethinking those words he wrote to me in the letters on our wedding day.

  After a moment, he continues, “If there’s any time tonight when you want to leave, you let me know.”

  “I promise. It’s me and you.”

  His parents’ home is beautiful. It’s all stone with a perfectly manicured lawn. It’s a Tudor-style, appearing more cold than warm. It suits his mother’s personality.

  More than anything, I’m nervous about what they’re going to try. I guess it’s the unknown that makes me the most nervous.

  Looking down at my sapphire ring, I remember Damien’s words about what it represents, and it gives me strength.

  “Alli, if this is too much, we can leave now.”

  Peering over at his concerned face, I respond, “I’m fine. I promise.” I can see the doubt in his features, and I continue to try to reassure him, “I was just preparing myself for whatever will be said or done, so I don’t let it faze me.”

  “You have to communicate with me, Alli. I won’t jeopardize us.”

  He has me by the shoulders, staring intently into my eyes. He is trying to read any apprehension I might have. I feel like my soul is bared to him when he looks at me like that.

  “Promise.”

  The partition in the limo rolls down, and I see Bane sitting alone in the front seat. Jeremy is standing outside our door.

  “Mr. and Mrs. Wales, the house has been thoroughly searched. Your room has been checked for bugs, and a security guard has been outside of it all day. Your mother assumes he’s guarding jewelry in the bag we brought in earlier. It was a good cover with all the people coming and going from the house to set up for this evening’s events. To be on the safe side, I would advise not to talk about the situation. It wouldn’t be wise to indicate anything other than you two being here to celebrate your marriage. My number one mission needs to remain confidential.”