Our Chance (11 page)

I didn’t know what to say to that. I wasn’t perfect. Who was? Knowing Damon thought I was though, made me slightly more optimistic for a future with someone rather than cat avenue where I was headed right now.

We were – thankfully! – interrupted by the stewardess telling us where the life jackets and exits were, all of which did nothing to calm my jittery nerves.

There was no awkwardness as Damon lent over to double check my belt was buckled.
Don’t worry, buddy, that’s the first thing I fucking did.

Our relationship may not be conventional but I did love how well we got along and how nothing ever seemed to be too awkward to talk about. Though I had been a little uncomfortable when he said I was ‘perfect’ but that was a reflection on me and not ‘us’.

I was supposed to be the strong, confident one, and I was, but that meant I tried extra hard to bury any insecurities I had. Which was plain ridiculous because there wasn’t one person out there who didn’t have any.

“Ready?” Damon asked, smirking.

“As I’ll ever be. Do you think they sell wine?”

He laughed. “Probably, but it’s not a long flight. I am
not
carrying your drunken arse anywhere.”

“Yes, you would, you’ve done it plenty of times before. Hey, remember when I had to carry
you
home?”

“You remember
why
you had to do that?” he asked.

I bit my lip. I’d ordered doubles for him and he hadn’t realised until the sixth drink. “Whoops.”

“Yeah, whoops,” he repeated, narrowing his intense eyes.

I sat back as we started to move. Damon’s hand soon found mine and I relaxed a little.

The flight passed surprisingly quickly. Damon kept me entertained by chatting about absolute crap. Chloe and Logan spent most of it being loved up, where Damon and me spent it arguing over who would tire who out first. I was determined to win.

He flashed me a cocky smile. “I think you’ll find I’m the one who’s up for the next round first.”

The plane dropped a fraction and so did my heart.

He laughed and flexed his fingers, telling me to loosen my death grip. “We’re landing soon, Nell, we need to be closer to the ground to do that.”

“Fuck off,” I hissed, making him laugh again.

I closed my eyes as we slowly descended to the runway.
Please just let us make it safely.

We bumped to the ground and the fucking thing wobbled. My eyes flew open and I pressed my face into Damon. If anything happened to us I wanted to be as close to him as I could get right now. I wanted him to be the last thing I saw, touched and smelt.

He placed a kiss to the top of my head and whispered, “It’s fine, we made it.”

I still didn’t allow myself to breathe properly until the plane had come to a stop and we were told to unfasten our belts and get off.

Leaping up, I left the plane before everyone else and felt so relieved I could kiss the tarmac.

We were officially in Scotland.

And it was fucking freezing.

I wrapped my coat around myself and huddled against Damon’s side as we made our way into the airport. “I’m so glad we’re not looking at a winter wedding,” Chloe said, jogging to get inside.

I shot her a look. “Me too, or I wouldn’t bloody come.”

When we got in, Damon and Logan went to wait for our suitcases while we found a seat, sitting close for warmth.

“Are you excited?” I asked.

She smiled so beautifully that it made me
aww
inside. “I can’t wait to get the wedding booked, wherever we choose. I’m
so
ready to be Mrs Scott.”

Would I ever be ready to be Mrs anyone? I couldn’t picture it. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t see me in a marriage. I wouldn’t repeat history.

Nell

We arrived at the hotel – castle – and I dashed inside quickly, rubbing my hands together in the hope it’d bring the numb, motionless icicles I called fingers back to life. I didn’t realise this level of cold existed. Snow looked pretty and snow covering a castle looked beautiful, but bloody hell it was freezing.

“I got your case, Nell,” Damon said sarcastically as he entered the hotel a few seconds later.

“I can’t feel my feet. I’m positive that when I take my socks off my toes will still be in them.”

He laughed and let go of our bags in favour of holding me. “How about when we get to our room I warm you up?”

Logan made a gagging sound and took Chloe to reception to check in.

“Hmm,” I replied, stepping closer to him. “I think I like the sound of that.”

“Damon, Nell,” Chloe called. “Come on, I’ve got your key.”

I sighed and narrowed my eyes. “They better not be ruining our fun all weekend.”

“I think the fun starts after we get that key from her,” he said, letting go of me and grabbing the handles of the cases. “Go get it.”

Turning on my heel, I stalked towards my best friend. She had better not try anything stupid like hiding the key or trying to keep it out of my reach. Chlo handed it over with a smirk. “Do you want to meet in five minutes to take a look around?”

“No,” I replied tightly, glaring at her expression.

Logan shrugged and said ‘I’ll only need three’ which made everyone laugh. From the few stories I’d managed to pry out of Chloe he could last a lot longer than that.

Chloe rolled her eyes. “Lucky me.”

“Best three minutes of your life, sweetheart.”

“You two are so sad,” I said shaking my head. “So…our rooms are where?”

“Third floor, lifts are this way,” Logan said, taking Chloe’s hand and walking to the corridor going left. “Thankfully our rooms aren’t too close though.”

“Whatever do you mean, Logan?” I asked, bumping Damon’s shoulder as he smirked down at me.

“He means they don’t want to hear you screaming my name all night.”

Logan looked over his shoulder. “What he said.”

We got in the lift and since there was an old couple riding with us we opted for silence. I leant against the wall and hooked my finger around the waistband of Damon’s dark jeans. Of course I knew that I wouldn’t win a game of who can feel up who more in public, because he had no shame, but that didn’t stop me from doing it.

He raised his arm and I held my hand up. Okay, this was a bad idea. His eyes were on my boobs so no doubt his hand would’ve been if I hadn’t stopped him.

“I’m disappointed, Nell,” he whispered.

“Yeah, well, I’m stopping us being arrested.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“If you spend the weekend in a cell…”

“Ah,” he said, grinning. He couldn’t spend it in me. “Good thinking. I’m very much looking forward to this.”

I gulped and licked my newly bone dry lips. The temperature had risen a
lot
in the last few seconds. “So am I.”

The lift doors slid open. Chloe and Logan walked out with their arm wrapped around each other, Logan calling over his shoulder that we’d meet in reception in three hours. Damon took a step back and started to pull our bags along with him. I took a breath and followed.

We didn’t see Chloe and Logan again, their room was at the end of the hall, so Damon let us in and my mouth dropped. Our room was gorgeous – it was also a suite. When did he upgrade us? The bed looked so comfortable I wanted to ditch Chloe’s wedding plans and tie Damon to it for the weekend.

It took me a minute to take everything in, the high ceiling, large seating area, bathroom that looked bigger than my flat. When I turned back to Damon he was looking around also, but he was concentrating on everything he saw.

“What’re you doing?” I asked.

“There are at least seven things in this room I’m going to take you on or over this weekend,” Damon said in his ultra casual way. Okay, that’s what he was doing.

“Hmm, I’m definitely glad I brought you with me,” I replied, wrapping my arms around his neck when he stalked over to me. He held me flush with his body and dipped his head, stopping just short of my lips. “Are you teasing me, Damon?”

“Oh yeah, we’re alone for the next three hours, I’m horny as hell and I want to hear you beg.”

His words hit me down south. Every. Single. Time.

I bit my lip, knowing that drove him crazy. “Oh you think
I’m
going to beg
you
?”

“No, I
know
you are.”

He ran his hands down my sides and up my top, skimming the skin just above the waistband of my jeans. “We’ll see.”

His eyes were ablaze with hunger for the challenge and I was pretty sure mine were too. I loved playing this game with him. It always ended in frantic, raw, selfish sex. Damon’s hands settled on my hips and in one swift movement I was airborne and flying backwards onto the huge mattress.

“Damon!”

He took his coat off and pulled his jumper over his head. His naked chest took my breath away. He took good care of himself. Real good care. Muscular arms flexed as he removed his shoes. Black, grey and dark blue watercolour style ink swirls and blotches covered his right upper arm. It wasn’t really anything but awe-inspiring art. The other upper arm other was full colour. Damon loved his tattoos and so did I.

“You’re wearing too many clothes, Nell,” he said. “I’m gonna need them off now.”

I didn’t need him to tell me twice. My clothes came off in two seconds flat, awkwardly as I was laying down, and as soon as I’d thrown my bra, leaving it in a heap with the rest of my things, Damon’s body was over mine.

His soft skin sat over hard muscle. I traced the valley between his six-pack, leading right down to his erection. He sucked in a sharp breath as I wrapped my hand around him.

“I want you quickly and then I want you in the bath,” I said. Fuck the game. He didn’t seem to care for it right now either.

His dark eyebrows lifted and he squished me against his chest, my breasts almost flattening against him. It was an oddly pleasant discomfort. “Your wish is my command. But first I want to…” He pushed back and sank to his knees. I didn’t have time to really process what was going on before his tongue was on me.

Sweet mother of…

Gasping, I gripped his hair and arched into his mouth. Surprise tongue was the best. I cried out and tilted my head back.

Damon’s fingers dug into the flesh on my thighs as he flattened his tongue and made slow, maddening circles between my legs. “I love it when you get all needy,” Damon muttered as I arched my hips again. My eyes rolled back. It felt so fucking good.

His voice vibrated through my body making me shudder and I clenched around him. I was so close it almost hurt. “Damon. Fuck.”

Flicking his tongue hard and fast, he pushed one finger inside me and I clenched around him, flying up on my elbows. I cried out and let my head fall back as I ground my hips against his mouth.

He moaned and sucked my clit into his mouth. I yelled his name and pushed my hips harder. My toes curled, heart raced and my hands tightened around his hair, pulling from the roots. It probably hurt him but he groaned rather than snapped at me to stop.

Damon pulled his finger out and used both hands to lift my butt off the bed. With my hips in the air he had a much better angle and pushed his tongue inside me. My eyes snapped shut and I shouted out, falling off the edge of the cliff at a million miles an hour. He rode out my orgasm, knowing exactly when I needed him to stop.

My legs felt weak. I let go of his hair and gripped his shoulders. “Fuck, I love seeing that post-orgasm flush to your cheeks. You’re without a shadow of a doubt the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, looking up at me in wonder.

I gulped. His words seemed a little too heartfelt and I liked it so much it scared me.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” I replied, trying to play it down.

He lifted his eyebrows twice. “I know, Nell.” Sitting up on his knees, he smirked and added, “Where do you want me?”

“Oh, my choice, is it?”

“Thought I’d treat ya.”

Rolling my eyes, I said, “I’m honoured.”

He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me against his chest. “You should be. Now, how am I fucking you, Nell?”

His bluntness was nothing new to me but it still made me blush a little. Placing one hand on my hip and the other on my jaw, I pretended to think about it. In all honestly I kind of needed a minute. His earlier beautiful comment left me with a weird, annoying fucking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Plus after coming like a train I was feeling a little sensitive.

Damon’s head tilted to the side. “You’ve got five seconds and then I’m bending you over that desk.”

I grinned. “Well now I don’t know if I should choose or just let you do that.”

“Nell…”

His tone was a warning and a threat and such a turn on. This was fun. “Sit down on the bed.”

He wasted no time in doing what I’d told him. “You’re having me?”

“Yep.”

Taking a deep breath, his eyes travelled the length of my naked body and he held his arms out. “Well, alright then. Do your worst.”

“Are you challenging me to fuck your brains out?”

“Absolutely.”

His erection stood proud against his stomach, showing me how ready he was to play who can do who harder.

I got off the bed, pulled the hairband off my wrist and tied my hair up. Then, very slowly, I stepped towards him. “Game on, Masters.”