I don’t know what comes over me as I lunge at Damien and give him a hug. It’s totally over the top with how excited I am that he and Martin are talking. But the significance of what they are doing is huge.
“Whoa, what’s that for?”
I’ve got him pressed so hard into the backseat as I hug the life from him.
“You both are finally forgiving yourselves. I’m so proud of you.”
Of course, he completely embraces me into the hug, but I can tell by the stiffness in his body that talking about emotions involving another guy has him a little bit uncomfortable.
Guys and their emotions.
I look out the window, and it’s dark.
“What time did we leave Dr. Reynolds’s office? We should have been home by now.”
I pull back and look at Damien, and a mischievous grin appears on his face.
“We aren’t going home, baby. We are taking a mini vacation to just enjoy each other for a night or two.”
“Where are we going?” I’m half sprawled across Damien, trying to look outside for some clues. I’m so ecstatic that I’m practically jumping on Damien at the thought of getting out of our house for a bit.
“Tybee Island. That’s what I was handling with Bane. I rented us a house on the beach after we left the doctor’s office. You’ll be safe, Alli, I promise. Security is already in place.”
The last statement and somber tone in his voice has me instantly pulling back from the window.
“Damien, you are the only person I feel completely safe with while this maniac is out there. I don’t worry about not being safe when I’m with you.”
He sends a quick text, and then he grabs the nape of my neck and pulls me to him. Whatever was missing is back in full force and then some as my body warms, and he begins to penetrate all my senses. The familiar haze comes over me, and the world completely begins to slide away.
I’m not even waiting for foreplay as I wrench my shirt and bra off my body. Damien’s warm mouth immediately encapsulates my breast, and I arch at the pleasure that begins to radiate down to my core, igniting a burn down there.
I need my husband shirtless now. I go to the bottom of his thermal shirt and start to pull it up. He immediately disengages from my body as he takes over, and he has it over his head and discarded in about a quarter of the time it would have taken me. In one movement, he’s picked me up and laid me out on the limo floor.
He goes for my pants and pulls them from my body. “Fuck, Alli, you are beautiful.”
I try to do a seductive smile, but then his finger slides down my cleft and dips into my core. I arch off the limo floor. He undoes his pants enough to free himself, and he is on top of me immediately.
“I can’t wait. I need inside you now.”
I open my legs up in invitation and whimper at the friction as he enters me.
“Oh, Damien, please, yes. It’s been too long.”
He continues moving inside me as his mouth latches on to mine, scrambling any coherency I have left. I meet him thrust for thrust, needing added friction to find my release quickly. As I’m about to wrap my legs around him, his hands move to hold them in place, spreading me, as he penetrates me deeper and deeper, stretching me.
It’s been so long that I reach my peak before I want to, and I tumble into the abyss of pleasure, letting my limbs go limp. My orgasm causes Damien to fall over the edge, and he pumps his warmth into me. It’s the most amazing feeling, being together like this.
“Fuck, Alli, you’re amazing.” He lays his forehead to mine, catching his breath, while he’s still in me.
I can’t help but breathlessly giggle as I hug him to me. “You did all the work.”
He starts kissing my neck in that spot right above my shoulder, and I can feel myself starting to get worked up again.
“We’re here. I had them keep driving past the place.”
I blush. Why I still react this way, I don’t know, considering he has a no-disturbance rule behind closed doors.
What do they think we are doing, knitting sweaters together? Highly unlikely.
“Let’s get you dressed, so I can get you into the house. I’m going to need you naked and underneath me until dawn.”
The seductive purr in his voice makes my sex involuntarily clench down on him while he’s still inside me.
He growls at me, “Alli…”
I bite down on my lip, and he swiftly pulls out of me, leaving me bereft.
I whimper, “Damien, please. It’s been so long.” I start to deploy my ultimate weapon as I move my hand down my stomach.
He stops my hand right at my navel. “Alli, it’s fifteen feet to the door. Get your sweet little ass dressed, and then I’ll satisfy you as soon as we walk through those doors. Do you really want to be in the driveway, rocking the car, while all the security guards are watching?”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. The thought has the heat creeping in my cheeks, and I scramble up and start throwing on my clothes as quickly as possible. I decide to throw my panties at him and put my pants on sans undergarments. He immediately tucks them into his pocket, and the lust look starts to take over his features.
Oh geez, I might have just started a game that I know I won’t win.
I’m not sure what’s causing me to scurry the most—the fact that probably ten guys are watching this car or that my husband is about to take me regardless of who’s watching the vehicle.
He’s looking at me with a crooked grin, and I know we are stronger than we’ve ever been before. We still have to keep working on it, but we have such a solid foundation to build on. I’m so flustered, trying to get my shoes on, that I just give up, and Damien starts laughing at me. I give him a raised eyebrow as he opens the door.
“Give me two minutes, and I’ll get you out of the vehicle.”
He plasters a kiss on me as I realize he’s still shirtless.
“Damien, your shirt. You can’t go out there like that. They’ll know for sure what was going on in here.” He waggles his eyes up and down as he hops out before closing the door behind him.
Oh geez, he’s incorrigible at times.
I grab my purse and scoot close to the door. Right as I make it to the door, it swings open, and I’m in Damien’s arms as he hauls me out of the car. I just bury my head into his shoulder, not wanting to look any onlookers in the eye. I know I have that fresh just-been-laid look.
Before I know it, we are bounding up the stairs and through the door. Damien slams it closed with his foot. At the entryway, there’s a table with some books and magazines. He sets me down, facing the table, and reaches in front of me to swipe it all to the side. His strong arms come around me, and he swiftly removes all my clothing. I know where he’s wanting this to go, and I lean over the table, taking the lead.
“Please, Damien, I need you to fuck me so senseless that I don’t even remember my name.”
I can hear him almost ripping the clothes from his body, and I smile to myself. It always heightens his arousal when I take on a more commanding tone since I rarely do it or talk that way.
“Oh, baby, your wish is my command.”
I feel his cock align with me as he rubs my ass. I go to move my hips back toward him, and he stills me with his hands on both sides of my hips.
What is taking him so long? I go to push against his grip, needing him right now, and I receive a swift slap to my ass. My head snaps back to his, and he’s looking at me with a dark lust. It stings, but as he rubs it, something changes inside me. It starts to melt my core into a needy puddle of want. His hand moves down my cheeks and to the apex of my thighs. He’s slowly moving to my sex, and when he reaches it, he receives a groan of approval.
“You are so fucking wet. That turned you on, didn’t it?”
“Yes, I don’t know why, but I’m literally on fire, Damien. Please.”
I receive another smack as he rams into me. I scream at the sensation and start bucking into him. This time, he lets me, and he
sneaks his hand around to my clit, which causes me to immediately orgasm.
He doesn’t stop. He continues to drive into me, building me and priming me again. His hand randomly goes between my nipples and clit, stimulating me beyond belief. He shifts his hips, and it has me toppling off the edge again, but he’s still not stopping. He’s like a machine, literally fucking me so senseless it’s getting hard to focus on anything but the sensation. He continues ramming into me, and I can’t remember how many orgasms I’ve had.
“Please, Damien, please.”
I can feel Damien unraveling behind me, and I clench down on him, trying to cause him to lose control. At my next incredible orgasm, he releases himself into me and collapses on top of me. I’ve never been so worn out after one time in my life. My brain is completely fried, and it’s taking everything I can do just to breathe. I start to collapse, but Damien pulls out and picks me up.
I lie back in his arms, exhausted. “Mission accomplished.”
He chuckles and looks down at me. “I’m not nearly done with you yet. I’ve got until dawn. That was just the beginning.”
How my sex can still even ignite after what I’ve just been through, I have no idea, but it’s ready for another round while screaming, Yes! Yes! Yes!
It’s late the next morning when I awaken to the love of my life just staring at me. He pulls me closer to him, completely engulfing me. Some of my muscles are a little stiff from last night’s sexcapades.
“You sore, baby?” He’s rubbing soothing circles on my hips.
“In a good way.”
We both lie there, staring at each other, basking in our love.
“This was a fantastic idea,” I say.
He gives me a wink and rubs his nose along my jaw. I’ve never felt this satiated in my life.
“What do you want to do today?” he asks.
“I just want to be with you, but I need to call Sam at some point and talk to her.” I feel terrible about what a horrible best friend I’ve been. It’s shameful.
He thinks for a minute as he continues to touch me lovingly. “Why don’t I have a car pick her up and bring her here for the night? Then, you guys can talk in person.”
“I’d love that.” I squeeze him so tightly. “Thank you for loving me. I’m so glad you staged that fake run-in on the beach in Miami.” I start laughing. “You were actually a pretty good actor, making it seem like I owed you the favor.” I make a scoffing noise between my giggles.
He starts to roll me under him, but I slip through his arms and bound off the bed for the door. I’m so excited to tell Sam about this evening.
He shoves the sheet back and asks, “Where do you think you’re going?”
By the sound of his voice, I think he had a different plan than me. Making the phone call will take me all of three minutes.
Surely, he can wait that long.
“To get my purse. And you should be worn out after last night. You can have a little patience.” I blow him a kiss and start to go for the door.
“Alli, wait.”
There’s something about the thrill of the chase. I take off running and try to open the door before he can get to me, but it’s locked.
Damn it.
Damien rushes off the bed, clamoring, “Stop.”
Geez, he can be a sex maniac at times.
Right before he gets to me, I get the door unlocked and wrench it open. Just as I am about through the doorway, Damien grabs me, spins me around, and effectively has me covered.
A throat clears from behind Damien in an awkward sort of way as Damien’s walking back into the room.
“Sir, I’ll be down the hall. I didn’t see anything.”
Oh shit, shit, shit.
I’m basically pulling Damien back into the room before he kicks the door shut.
“Damn it, Alli, we’ve got people around us all the time. You cannot go walking around naked. Jeremy, almost fucking saw you.”
I cannot even register what he just said. I heard the words, but I’m bathing in my own mortification of the situation. “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh. I cannot believe I just did that. Did he see anything? Oh my gosh.”
Damien pulls me back, and I know my eyes must be as big as saucers. No one but my mother, father, and Damien have ever seen me completely nude before. Oh, and that one time Sam and I went skinny-dipping in the pond.
Damien starts laughing at me probably because I’m taking this worse than he is, which is pretty bad.
“No, he didn’t. I got to you just in time. I’d be fucking pissed if he had.”
I breathe out a sigh of relief as I sink on the bed. Then, what Jeremy just saw hits me again.
“Oh geez, Damien, he saw you though. I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I’m always forgetting they’re around.” I just bury my head in my hands.
He starts chuckling at me as he leans us back on the bed. “Better my ass than yours. Calling Sam is going to have to wait.”
The warm caressing of his voice tells me exactly where this is going. My body instantly agrees with him.
Sam can definitely wait.
There’s a knock at the door as I come bounding down the stairs, fresh from a shower. Making it to the door in record time, I pull it open and tackle my best friend in a hug, causing her to stagger backward for a moment.
“Hey there, bestie. I’m so sorry I was such a bitch. Please forgive me.”
She pulls me to her. “There’s nothing to forgive. I missed you. I was scared shitless.”
I pull back, and her big green eyes are glossing over as she smiles.
“I know, Sam. I’m going to tell you everything.”
The look of relief that crosses her face makes me want to cry. I’ve been a horrible friend even though I had to keep it all from her. A throat clears behind us.
Damien continues walking toward us. He walks up to Sam and gives her a hug as he says, “Sam, I’m sorry I was so difficult through this. You were right.”
When I look into my husband’s face, Damien’s blue eyes pierce me.
Nodding, she tries to keep her voice even. “It’s okay. We were all freaked-out.”
I give her another hug, and a few tears escape mine and Sam’s eyes.
Damien’s hand goes to my back. “Why don’t you go to the upstairs sunroom, so you guys can have some privacy to talk? I’ll have some tea delivered up in a bit.”
Leaning back, I give Damien a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you.”
And at that, Sam and I walk arm in arm up the stairs. It’s times like this that make me realize how blessed we are to have a friendship like we do.
“That’s why I couldn’t tell you everything because we had to keep it a secret and protect everyone.”
Sam’s mouth is open as I finish the saga with who we now know is Ben. It feels so good to have it all out there with no white lies.
As we sit next to each other in our yoga pants and T-shirts, we both wipe away a few more tears. I like to think of them more as healing tears.
Sam sniffs. “I understand. It’s just a lot to take in. It explains a lot about the stress you both have been under.”
We grab hands and lean on each other.
She continues, “It’s hard getting older, knowing that we won’t be included in every single thing happening in each other’s lives. We’re both entering a different stage.”
She’s right, but it doesn’t change what we have. I stare at her for a minute as we sit out in the sunroom in the white wicker furniture with red cushions.
There’s nothing our friendship won’t be able to withstand. “Sam, we’ll always be best friends.”
“Damn straight.”
We hug again as there’s a knock at the door. I’m sure it’s my ever-worried husband since I’ve been MIA for a few hours.
“Come in.”
Sure enough, a head of black hair emerges from behind the door as he asks, “Everything okay in here?”
He looks and sees both of our blotchy smiling faces. It
’s pretty funny watching him deliberate between actually entering or closing the door and letting us be.
Sam adjusts her messy ponytail. “Oh, Wales, get your ass in here. Your wife is fine. We’re just having some female bonding.”
I’m glad to sense that any fundamental trust has not been broken between Sam and me.
Damien finally commits and walks in to take a seat on the chair across from us. There’s no room for him on the loveseat.
Sam gets up and immediately gives Damien a hug. “Thanks for keeping her safe. I never should have doubted you. I’m sorry I gave you so much shit over the last few weeks. I just got scared and didn’t know what was going on. I understand why you kept me out of it though.”
He stands up and takes her in a full-blown hug, and the elation I feel from my world tilting and righting again is so wonderful.
“Sam, no need to apologize. We both just wanted what was best for Alli.”
She moves and gracefully folds herself back in the loveseat next to me. She gets serious. “Do you really think he’s going to try to get Allison again?”
I hate all this talking about Ben. It causes my nerves to drift toward the red. I shudder at the thought of him even touching me.
Damien immediately reaches across to grab my knee. “Yes, but I’m not taking any chances. Alli is with me wherever I am. When I don’t physically have my eyes on her, she has multiple people who will take whatever measures are necessary to keep her safe. But for now, if we leave the premises, she’s with me.”
The words whatever measures are necessary give me a sick feeling in my stomach.
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