by Bailey Rock
“Wait,” I stop her, “you can’t believe that we ran into each other or we ended up in bed with each other last night?”
She blushes furiously and I feel a sense of protectiveness. This gorgeous girl is all mine and I want to be the only person to ever make her blush like that.
“Both, I guess,” she says slowly. “I didn’t think that I’d ever see you again when you graduated high school, and I certainly didn’t expect you to look like this.” She shrugs.
“Like what?” I know what she’s saying, but I want to hear her say it. She purses her lips and squints at me for a moment.
“Like you do. Like sex on two legs.” She blushes harder and looks down into her lap, making me laugh.
“Well, I didn’t think that you’d look like this either,” I tell her, dropping her foot onto the floor and getting up to slide my chair next to her. “I mean, damn, Honey. You have to know that you’re the sexiest woman I have ever seen, right? I’m shocked that you don’t have a boyfriend. The men around here must be blind, or dumb, or both, to just let you walk around looking like this without trying to pin you down.”
She frowns and I’m worried that I’ve gone too far, but it’s true. I’ve seen a lot of women in the past, but none of them compare to her. Not only is she gorgeous, but she’s funny, kind, and passionate. I just need to convince her how I feel.
“You don’t have to say that just because we were friends in high school,” she says, abruptly getting up and starting to clear the table. “I don’t want you to feel any obligation to stay.” She turns away with our plates and walks them to the counter.
“Obligation? What in the world are you talking about?” I stand up, frustration coursing through me. “I want to be here, Honey, do you not want me to be here?”
Her shoulders fall, but she doesn’t turn around. I see that she has her hands braced on the counter, and I wait for her response.
“Of course I do, but I understand if last night was just for fun. If you just wanted to see what it would have been like in high school. I’m not stupid, Damon,” she says, now turning around, “I can see that you and I don’t belong together.”
“What? Honey, I don’t understand what you’re saying.” I walk over to her and reach out for her, but she steps to the side, and my hands fall uselessly down between us. “Do you want me to go?”
She nods and turns away, but not before I see that her eyes are welling up with tears. I’m torn, and I want to stay, but I’m going to do what she asks, even if she’s wrong.
I know that she’s wrong.
I know that this is where I belong.
I’ve never felt so sure of anything in my life.
But I turn and walk away from her, which is the hardest thing I have ever had to do. I leave the girl I love crying in the kitchen and I get in my car to drive away.
Not because I want to, because I don’t.
But because right now this is what she needs, and I have to give her the space she wants, no matter how much I hate it, and no matter how much it tears me up inside.
Chapter 5
Honey
My heart sinks as soon as Damon backs his car out of the driveway, but I’ve already made an idiot of myself, and I know that I can’t catch him. I stand at the kitchen window and watch as he leaves, tears streaming down my face, but there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
I can’t stop him.
Slowly I turn back and look at the kitchen. It’s a complete mess, and I wonder briefly if he would have stayed and helped me clean up if I had let him. Then, suddenly, I’m overtaken with panic. Not only has Damon driven away, but I have no way of getting in touch with him.
I run to the living room and find my cell phone where I dropped it the night before, swipe to find Brittany’s number, and call her. pacing, I swear as it rings, hoping that she’ll pick up.
“Hello?” She sounds exhausted, and I think that she’s still in bed, but right now I don’t care.
“Brit. Are you still with Michael?”
She laughs and yawns. “Uh, yeah. What’s going on? Can I do something for you?”
A sense of relief floods through me when I realize that she may be able to help me. “Can you ask him for Damon’s number? I meant to get it and I…forgot.”
I don’t want to tell her that I may have messed up the best thing to happen to me in years. I don’t want to tell her how desperately I’m hoping that Michael can help.
I really don’t want to tell her how much I already miss Damon.
“Sure, I’ll text it to you, okay? You alright though? Did you have a good night?” She sounds lazy and happy, and for a moment, I’m intensely envious of her.
I choke down the emotion and concentrate on what needs to get done. “Yeah, I did. I’m okay, I just really need that number please.”
She agrees and hangs up. I sit down on the edge of the sofa, barely breathing while I stare at my phone. Brittany is usually pretty quick about responding to texts, but she’s taking her time today. Just as I’m getting ready to get up and clean the kitchen, my phone vibrates and his number appears on my screen in a text.
I immediately open my messaging app and type in his number, then sit and stare at the screen. What in the world do I write?
Do I tell him how much fun I had last night?
Do I thank him for breakfast?
Do I ask him to please come back and tell him that I’ve been waiting for him for years, but I never really knew it until now, and now the thought of losing him is enough to make me sick?
Probably not the last one, unless I want to scare him away, although it’s the closest to how I feel. I hesitate, my fingers skimming the screen.
Sorry I was so weird this morning. You’re great and I appreciate last night and breakfast. Even if I don’t hear from you, it was wonderful catching up. xoxo Honey
There. I drop the phone back down on the sofa and exhale, leaning back to collect my thoughts. Saturdays are usually when I go grocery shopping and to the library, so there’s no reason why I shouldn’t try to make the most of my day.
I glance at the phone. Nothing yet.
Swallowing hard, I stand up and stretch. There’s nothing to do right now but clean up the kitchen, take a shower, and try to make the most of my day. If I ruined it with Damon, then I ruined it. I’ll hate myself for a long time for letting him get away, but I don’t see any way to fix this.
Unless…
The thought is almost too daring. I have no idea how it will work out, or even if it will. In fact, I don’t even have her phone number.
She might not still live in the same house. Damon didn’t mention that she had moved, but it’s been a long time since high school.
It seems like a long shot, and I’m pretty sure that it is. Long shot or not, she’s my best bet. I have to go visit his mom.
Damon
Driving away from Honey is the hardest that that I have ever done in my life. It’s harder than saying goodbye to friends after college. It’s harder than when my dad died. I knew that those things were coming, and even though they sucked, I could handle them.
I don’t know if I can handle this.
If I’m honest with myself then I can admit that I nursed a crush for Honey in high school. Now that we’re both all grown up, I thought for sure that we would be able to be together, but not if she’s scared.
We can’t be together if she thinks that I’m judging her by how she looks.
Honestly, I am judging her, but it’s a good thing. She’s gorgeous and sexy, confident and driven. There’s something incredible about her and I want to get to know her more, not push her away.
I’m not sure where to go right now. I was hoping to spend all day Saturday with Honey, but now that she told me to leave, I don’t want go to home.
My house is empty and it’s the last place I want to be.
I consider calling my brother or my sister, but they have their own lives. Besides, the last thing they want to do is talk me
through a crisis.
Without really thinking about what I’m doing, I start making turns that will take me to my mom’s. She always has time for her kids, and the thought of being somewhere where I will be loved is encouraging.
On the way there I decide to give her a heads-up and pick up my phone. There’s a text from an unknown number, but I swipe it to the side without reading it. Now that I know where I should go, I want to get there as quickly as possible.
She picks up and, in typical mom fashion, invites me right over. As I pull into her driveway, I breathe a sigh of relief. Glancing at Honey’s old house next door, I see that the new owners have not only painted the house but put up a fence between our house and theirs.
I sit in the car for a moment, shaking my head. Honey and I should have been together a long time ago. Maybe after I sit and talk to my mom for a while I’ll go back to her house. It probably wouldn’t hurt to try to see her one more time.
She’s already asked me to leave once. What else can she do?
Chapter 6
Honey
It feels weird driving to my old neighborhood, and even weirder when I see how my childhood home has changed. I’m too busy staring next door that I don’t even realize that I’ve pulled in next to Damon’s car.
Oh, crap. He and I both had the same thought.
I consider driving away for a moment, but this is why I came. Even though I wanted to talk to his mom, I can’t deny that I was hoping that Damon would be here.
Walking up to the porch feels surreal and I suddenly imagine that I’m back in high school, coming over to see if Damon wants to hang out. When I raise my hand to knock, however, I stop, because the door is opening.
It’s Damon’s mom, Sue, and she throws her arms around me once she realizes who I am.
“Honey! It’s been so long! What a wonderful surprise to see you. Damon and I were just talking about you. Won’t you please come in?” She moves to the side of the door and pulls me through, shutting it firmly behind me.
Breathing in deeply and closing my eyes, I feel like nothing has changed. Her house still smells amazing and she has the same music playing in the kitchen that she did when I was younger.
“Honey.” It isn’t Sue’s voice that pulls me from my reverie, but Damon’s. My eyes fly open and I’m in shock when I see him in front of me. “What are you doing here?”
Suddenly, I’m embarrassed. It makes sense for him to go to his mom’s when he has a problem he wants to talk about, but it’s a little silly for me to do the same thing.
“I wanted to come talk to your mom. About you. About us.” Honesty matters, I guess, especially in this situation, and I’m hoping that he’ll believe me.
“About us?” He crosses his arms, but for a moment I think that he’s going to walk towards me and wrap me in a hug. His mom smiles and excuses herself, walking back to the kitchen.
Slowly, I nod. “Did you get my text?”
He raises his eyebrows and slowly shakes his head before pulling his phone from his pocket. My whole body feels hot while I watch him read my text. Waiting for him to respond is excruciating and I’m not sure how much longer I can handle it.
“When did you send this?” He asks, glancing up at me.
“As soon as you pulled out of the driveway. I messed up, Damon. I’m sorry.” I take a step towards him, needing to feel his arms around me. He’s sexy as hell, but more than that, I felt safe last night. He’s home, and he’s where I want to be.
Damon responds immediately, stepping forward and wrapping me in a hug. He pulls me in to his chest and I can feel his heart pounding. Leaning my head against his strong chest, I exhale. Home.
“You can’t ever kick me out again because you think that we don’t belong together,” he says, and I nod, not knowing if he can see me. “Because we do belong together, Honey. You’re who I want to be with. I want to protect you and love you. I should have done this in high school, but I didn’t, so please let me do it now.”
“Okay.” My voice feels small. I squirm into him, nestling my head under his chin, and he squeezes me tight. He pulls me in to his body so tight that I can feel his huge cock stirring in his pants and my body responds.
Oh, shit, I should not be getting turned on in his mother’s house.
“Everything okay in there? Anyone hungry?” His mom calls from the kitchen, and I regretfully step back.
“We already ate, mom,” Damon responds, "but we’ll sit with you." He looks back down at me, still holding onto my waist. “Sit with us,” he says, “and then let me take you home and love you the way that you deserve.”
A shiver runs through my body and I nod. Sounds amazing. Sounds like everything I have ever wanted but never really deserved, and I’m certainly not going to tell him no.
Damon
It took way too long to get away from my mom, and by the time I slid into my car and watched Honey get into hers, my cock was throbbing in my jeans. I need her in a way that I’ve never needed anyone in my life, and I’m determined to claim her for my own.
I follow her back to her home, and before she’s out of her car, I’ve parked and walked up to her. I’m aching for her and I need to get my hands on her immediately. She steps out of her car and I pull her towards me, barely giving her a chance to breathe. She presses her curvy body against me and I kiss her, my mouth forcing hers apart, taking her.
I want to claim her in every way possible.
Pulling back I tuck stray hair behind her ear.
Damn, she is gorgeous.
“Honey,” I tell her, “I love you. I have loved you since high school but I was too damn stupid to know it back then. Seeing you yesterday made me realize all of the amazing things that we missed out on together because I was too busy to slow down and really see you. But I see you now. I do, Honey.”
She’s breathing hard, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes bright. I hope that she believes me.
“I was stupid, Honey, but I’m not anymore. Please let me make up for lost time. I loved you then and I love you now. I want you to believe me.”
“Damon,” she begins, but then she pauses. “Are you sure? I mean, this is sudden. You could just be tired.”
“Tired?” I laugh, unable to help myself. “I’m not tired. I’m feeling more alive than I ever have before. You are the most amazing woman I have ever met. Please tell me that you’ll be mine.”
This time she didn’t hesitate. Her eyes met mine, and although she was chewing on her bottom lip, she looked confident when she nodded.
That was all I needed. I scooped her up into my arms, only putting her down on the way to her room so that she could unlock the front door. Last night I got to have a taste of her, but today I plan on burying myself in her again and again.
We’re together now, and although I missed out on having her in my life for years, I can make up for it.
“I can’t wait, Honey, please.” I say, stripping off my shirt and kicking off my shoes. “Let me see all of you.”
She strips down quickly and stands in front of me, all of her gorgeous curves on display. It’s enough to make me catch my breath, but I don’t wait long. I want her.
I reach for her, pulling her to me and gently caressing her curves. Her eyes are closed as I lean down and take one nipple in my mouth, sucking it gently until its hard. Reaching up, I slide one hand behind her head and then pull her towards me for a hard kiss.
I’m desperate for her, and I can tell that she needs me, too. When I reach down and slide my hand between her legs I feel that her folds are slick and wet. She’s ready for me, and my hard cock throbs for her.
A bit of precum drips off of my cock, and she drops onto her knees, sliding me into her mouth and sucking. I would love for her to suck me dry, but I need more from her.
“Get on the bed, Honey,” I tell her, my voice husky and deep. Her eyes are wide, but she does what I tell her, spreading herself for me. There’s a condom in my jean pocket and I slip it on before I moan and
step forward, her thick thighs around my waist as I lean into her.
My tip is situated at her opening and I lean forward, pressing into her, as she arches her back.
“God, Honey, you’re so wet,” I tell her, panting as I thrust forward so that I’m all the way in her. She looks up, locking eyes with me, and I almost come from her look.
“I love you, Damon,” she whispers.
It’s all I need to hear.
I rock forward, reaching down to rub her clit at the same time, and bracing myself on her bed. She throws herself back down, her eyes closed, and moans. It’s a sound that gives me chills and makes me hard, and I bury deeper into her, panting as I do.
I need to come, but I’m bringing her with me.
Her muscles are starting to tighten around my cock while I thrust, and I pull out and slide back into her easily, stroking her. As sexy as she is, I know that I’m not going to be able to last much longer.
Keeping one thumb on her clit, I grab her thigh with the other, digging my fingers in and pulling her toward me on the bed. She’s now almost hanging off of the bed while I thrust into her, her hands grabbing the sheets, her eyes closed.
“Damon,” she moans, “I’m close.”
I am, too. Just a few more thrusts and I feel her shatter, her muscles tightening around my cock, her body arching as she comes.
She milks me, and I come in her, buried deep in the woman I love.
It took a long damn time to get here, but I’m finally where I belong.
She shatters around me, but I’m not finished with her. I slip out of her, my cock throbbing and my head cloudy, and drop to my knees in front of her. She came once, but I know I can make her come again.
It only takes a few licks on her wet folds before she is shaking under me again. This time when she comes, she screams out my name. I throw myself up on the bed next to her and pull her to me, holding her until she can breathe normally again.
