DAMON: A Bad Boy MC Romance Novel (56 page)

W
hen I woke up
, it was morning. I blinked, dazed, as I looked around. I knew, immediately, that I was in Becky’s room. I let my eyes drift around the room, seeing all the familiar decorations.
Where’s Mom,
I thought, panic gripping my heart again like a clutched fist. Becky’s face suddenly appeared around the door and she entered, holding a glass of water.

“You’re up,” she said, simply, before setting the water down and wrapping me in a hug. Alicia appeared soon after.

“What happened?” I asked. I’d thought that the first time I woke up in a friend’s bed with no idea of how I got there I’d be drunk.

“Your boyfriend saved the day, your mom and dad are both at the hospital, and my dad had to carry you up here last night,” Becky said, making room for Alicia on the bed.

“Oh,” I said, the only thing I could really think of. I felt like my head was full of cotton instead of brain.

“Here, drink,” Alicia said, grabbing the water and handing it to me. I guzzled it down, not realizing how thirsty I was until the contents of the glass had disappeared in a few gulps.

“Can…man…can I go see Mom and Dad?” I asked, my priorities very specific.

“You don’t have to. Alicia just got off the phone with your mom. They’re coming here to pick you up in a few hours. You’re gonna stay at a hotel until they get the house fixed,” Becky said.

“Is Boon…is he still….”

Becky and Alicia exchanged a look that told me as much as anything they could have said.

“He’s still in processing,” Alicia said finally. My head drooped. I’d slept for hours, but I still felt exhausted.

“Do you know…I mean…what’s happening?”

“They’re trying to get him off, I guess. I don’t know, they’re talking to the people whose car you…uh…borrowed. And some other DA’s from other states. It might be awhile, Samantha,” Becky said, reaching out for my hand. I nodded. I should have expected as much.

“Can I see him?” I asked, not sure why Alicia and Becky would know that. Alicia shrugged, looking at Becky, who threw her hands up.

“You’re gonna have to ask the po-po that,” Alicia said. I had to smile a little bit; she was just so damn
silly
all the time. I counted my blessings in that moment: my Mom and Dad were fine, and my best friends were there with me. I could count myself as lucky. I just hoped that Boon would find himself lucky, too…

O
n the third
day after everything went down, we moved back into our house. The damage hadn’t been very substantial, so it hadn’t taken long to get it back to normal. We’d also installed a security system. My father still had a cast on his arm, and my mother was still jumping at every strange noise, but things were starting to feel more normal again.

But I hadn’t heard anything about Boon, or his ultimate fate. My father wasn’t allowed to go back to his job for a week, under strict orders from the doctor, and even though it seemed like he spent hours on the phone trying to figure out what was going on, no one could give him a straight answer.

We were all over the news. There were editorials about us. Camera crews surrounded the house at all hours, though by the time we moved back in much of the hype had begun to dissipate. There were calls for interviews, weird looks on the street, the whole deal. This wasn’t the sort of fame anyone asked for or wanted, and it was wearing on me, to say the least. Between not knowing what was happening to Boon and being pestered by journalists all the time, I was still experiencing intense anxiety.

Which was normal, and to be expected. So said my new therapist, at least, who I’d agree to see only upon my parent’s urging. They wanted to make sure I wasn’t totally scarred from the experience. My mother was also seeing someone. It helped to talk to someone, but the one thing I really wanted, more than anything, was to talk to Boon.

So you can imagine what happened to my little heart when I got a text on that third day.

Tag, you’re it.

From Boon’s phone. And of course it was him. The picture attached was almost similar to the first time he’d ever texted me that challenge: a city skyline. This time, though, I knew exactly where he was. It was someplace I’d been before, many times.

When you live in the mountains, there’s no shortage of scenic overlooks. I nudged my little car slowly up the mountain, wary of the dips and sharp turns that made the drive harrowing during the day, never mind at night. As I pulled up to the overlook area, I saw the glint of metal as a motorcycle came into view in my headlights.

Shutting the engine and getting out, my heart was pounding in my ears. I was excited and nervous all at once. I looked around, feeling my heightened emotions playing with my mind, searching for him. I didn’t see him anywhere.

And then I felt him. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me backwards. I twisted in his embrace, our eyes meeting. And then it was gone: the nervousness, the anxiety, everything that I’d been feeling since my life had crashed so spectacularly to the ground. He was here. He was holding me.

“Hello, gorgeous,” he whispered, his teeth gleaming in the moonlight.

“Hello, stranger,” I whispered back. “When’d they let you out?”

“Couple hours. Thank your dad for me. I got community service, parole. I gotta stay in this dumpy city for a few years, I guess. Don’t know what I’ll do with myself,” he said, leaning in close, his stubble tickling my cheek. I pulled away, wanting to see him from head to toe. When I did, he grew concerned. “How are you? Are you…okay?”

I could only nod and fight back more tears. Happy tears.

“I’m fantastic, now,” I said, choking on my words. “What about your…your dad…?”

Boon held out his hand and I took it. He led me back to my car, sitting me on the hood. I’d worn a short summer dress, and the metal under my legs felt warm.

“Let’s not talk about my dad right now,” he said, brushing my hair away from my face. I bit my lip, naughty thoughts already percolating in my mind.

“Well, what do you want to talk about, then?” I asked, aware of the slight teasing in my voice. When did I become such a little sex kitten? And why did I like it so much?

Because he makes you feel sexy, and brave,
I thought, answering my own question. It was true. There, that night, I felt like Boon was a pillar of courage, and that every moment we were close to each other a little more of his courage spilled into me.

“Well, maybe we could finish that conversation we started all those days ago, in your room,” he said, leaning in and gingerly lowering the straps of my dress. I hadn’t worn a bra; it was hot, the middle of summer, and too many layers only made you hotter. I watched him roll my dress down, revealing my milky-white breasts, full and curving in the darkness.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” I said, breathlessly, as he began to kiss along my neck. I closed my eyes, savoring each delicate contact between his lips and my skin.

Boon’s tongue slipped down my neck towards my exposed breasts, drawing a shudder from my body. His hands were underneath my breasts, fondling me gently. I was pinned to the car under him, his crotch rubbing against my dripping slit, as his mouth found my perky, erect nipples and began to tease them, one at a time, rolling around and then flicking them, then sucking them in.

When his mouth left one nipple, his fingers would take its place, toying with the nubs with slight yanks and twitches. My heart was racing as he began to grind his hips into mine, the button of his jeans creating friction against my clit through my panties. I was starting to heat up, my mind drifting away as he pleasured my body. His hands dropped to my waist, pulling me closer to him, as he pulled his head from my breasts.

He was smiling at me, grinning, that same grin that had started it all.

Leaning forward again, his lips met mine just as his hand dropped to my pussy, slipping down my panties. My slit jumped as his hand brushed against it, feeling my slickness as he led first one finger, then another, to my swollen clit. Oh god, after everything, all the anxiety and tension, I needed this. I moaned into his mouth, our tongues still entwined, as he began to slowly rub my clit, using my wetness to lubricate.

His mouth moved to my neck again, flowering kisses along my jaw and towards my ears. His fingers tweaked at my clit, a jolt of electric pain suddenly shooting through me, only adding to the glorious feelings. He nibbled on my earlobe, his hot breath seeming to enter me through my ear and flow down to my chest. I felt warm all over, ready; his fingers were moving slowly, too slowly, and I lifted my hips, pressing towards him, needing more. He pulled his hand away then, much to my dismay, and used his strength to push my hips back down against the car.

“Patience is a virtue,” he whispered into my ear. I moaned and pouted; I didn’t
want
to be patient. It had already felt like far too long. But as his lips met mine again, and his hand came to my hair, I thought I could wait a little while longer. His tongue darted in and out of my mouth, teasing me, the taste of him intoxicating. I let my hands fall to his waist and pulled him in, tugging at his shirt, trying to pull it up.

He broke from the kiss and let me pull the shirt all the way off. He stood before me in all his glory, his lean, toned, ripped body begging for my touch. His tattoos seemed to gleam in the moonlight as my hands came to his chest, tracing the two guns once more. I drew my eyes towards his; he was looking down at me curiously.

I leaned forward, kissing him right in the center of his chest, slowly drawing my lips downwards, trailing my tongue down the line between his abs. He was so strong, his torso like steel. My hands came to his belt and I found myself desperately trying to unbuckle it, my desire pounding in my head, my impatience returning in a big way. I wanted his cock in my mouth. I wanted to feel it throbbing in my throat. He pushed my hands away roughly, and when I looked up at him with another pout he chuckled.

“All right, all right,” he said, and unfastened his belt himself. I made quick work of the button, letting his pants fall around his ankles. His massive cock stood at attention before me; I never ceased to be amazed by the sheer size of it.

The head was swollen and purple as I let my hand trace the length of it, my fingernails just slightly raking along the tender flesh. He shuddered under my touch. It turned me on even more to feel him get turned on, and I leaned forward, planting my lips on the soft head. He moaned slightly as I let my tongue dance around it, flicking over the tip and then circling the rim. I sucked in, simultaneously moving my head further down his cock, taking it in inch by inch.

My lips felt like they might actually crack, but I didn’t care. I could taste his briny pre-cum as it leaked out, and swallowed it eagerly. I had to go slower than I really wanted to; I needed to coat his cock with my saliva in order to get it to ease down my throat.

I used one hand to spread my spit down the shaft; soon, I could feel the head hit the back of my throat. I gagged slightly, my eyes starting to water, my body reacting to the sensation of suffocation. I breathed raggedly through my nose and pressed further, feeling a strangely satisfying pop as his cock pressed even further down my throat.

I tried to swallow but couldn’t; my throat only managed to further massage his cock. But I couldn’t take any more; with a loud gasp, I fell backwards, catching my breath. In a second, I was back, my tongue dancing up and down the shaft as I started to bob eagerly up and down on his cock, loving the little groans he was making as my throat enveloped his dick.

I deep-throated him again, feeling him pulse inside me, moving my head only just enough to breathe as his hips began to grind against my face. His hands fell to each side of my face, holding me in place. My body thrilled, pussy dripping, from the powerful way he was fucking my mouth, with no regard to my poor, aching throat. I could barely breathe, my stomach flipping over and over again as he pushed into my throat, activating my gag reflex.

My tongue was darting somewhat frantically around the base of his cock, my nerves on fire, my muscles acting of their own accord. Suddenly, he pulled out, trailing saliva from my lips. I looked up at him; his grip on my head increased and he pushed me back against the hood of the car.

“I need to feel you,” he growled into my ear, leaning forward, the heat baking off his body in waves. I undulated beneath him, my slit wet, my back arching, hips desperately rising. His hands fell to my dress, pulling it upwards, then grabbed my panties and ripped them off in a single motion. He threw them off into the distance; somewhere, in the back of my mind, I knew I wasn’t getting them back. Someone would find them the next day and know that a dirty little girl had been up there. The idea only turned me on more; I could feel his cock pressed against my slit.

I was lying at an angle, my hips lower than my shoulders, the slope of the car’s hood making me slide downwards, gravity pressing me onto Boon’s massive erection. I moaned as I felt the head push through my still-tight lips, then cried out as I felt his cock plunge into me, ripping through my pussy, dancing lights appearing before my eyes as my body accepted his hugeness with pleasure.

He gripped my waist and pulled me upwards slightly, lifting my hips from the hood. He slowly began to pump in and out of me, drawing all my blood immediately to my face as I let myself get carried away on the waves of ecstasy that came from each thrust. His cock was hitting deep inside me, sweet, tender spots that dazzled my senses. The night air was warm and fragrant, the stars above us a dizzying circle.

I groaned and let him fuck me hard, his desperation for my body as arousing as the things his fantastic cock was doing to my pussy. There were wet sounds as my slit sucked him in on each stroke, enveloping him in my warmth, begging for more each time he withdrew. I could feel the walls of my pussy contracting around him, my arms lying limp but tense above my head.

Suddenly, I felt myself lifted up by the lower back, and found myself sitting upright on the hood. My legs parted wider and I wrapped them around Boon’s back, pulling him towards me. I reached out and grabbed his neck; our eyes met in the moonlight, both wide with desire, and I felt him slow down. He grabbed me closer and held his cock deep inside me, making slow grinding motions with his hips.

I felt something settle into place inside me as a rush of warmth flowed through my veins; his cock had hit something beautiful, someplace strange but alive with ecstasy, and as he ground his hips against me, driving his cock ever deeper, I felt a wave swell inside me. His hand on my lower back pressed forward and I slid closer, my mouth opening in a silent cry as his cock drove even deeper, and upwards, sparking a chain reaction inside me.

It began in my toes as they snapped into curls, then danced up my legs, fiery lightning that left me flushed. It moved to my hips, my belly, my chest and arms, and finally to my face. I looked up at Boon, mouth open, eyes wide in disbelief at what he was making me feel. He grinned one more time and then lifted me in his arms, simultaneously thrusting his hips into me with renewed force, hitting me deeper than ever before. Bright red flashed in front of me, the pressure in my tummy became unbearable, and I felt myself breaking into seven million pieces.

“Fuck!” I cried out. “Fuck, Boon, oh God, oh fuck, I’m cooommmmming!”

I felt my body bucking and shaking as the wave broke, my climax taking control of me, tingling throughout my entire body like a thousand feathers falling from the sky. My heart seemed to seize, my hips rocking against Boon, my pussy milking his cock as it plunged deep inside me, deeper than it had ever been before.

I dug my fingernails into his back as he supported my full weight in his strong arms, letting my body go limp from pleasure as the orgasm slowly faded away. He slowly lowered me back down to the hood as I panted and moaned, my head rolling back on my neck. He slipped out of me, but I grabbed his waist, pulling him back. Just because
I
came doesn’t mean I was done with him.

“Don’t worry, I’m not through with you,” he whispered, leaning in close. His hands came to my waist once more and suddenly I felt myself turned over, like a doll, onto my stomach. My feet were splayed apart on the ground, my thighs still trembling. He pulled my dress up around my hips once more, his hands coming to rest on my plump ass.

I moaned as his cock entered me again; he pressed against me hard enough to force my body forward onto the hood. With two hands on my waist, holding me in place, he began to fuck me recklessly, wantonly, pistoning into my pussy like a stallion. I squirmed as his cock moved inside me, so quickly I thought it must look like a blur.