Shattered Hart (6 page)

One of the biggest reasons for my happiness
is Damien. 
When I’m with him
,
I feel all lit up
,
inside and out.
  He brings such a feeling of contentment and happiness to m
e that it’s hard to describe
.  I just feel
right
when
he
’
s
around.
Looking
across the table, I take him in with my eyes.  I love watching him during these moments when
he
’
s
happiest and most content. 
He’s
so
unbelievably ha
ndsome it makes my heart stutter
.  As I’m mentally counting down the seconds before I have to look away,
his eyes snap up and he holds me in his gaze
.

My heartbeat speeds up as my breath catches in my throat.  Damien’s gaze is
both
intense and erotic all at once.  I’m glad that I’m sitting down because my legs feel like jelly.  We stare across the table at each other for less than
fifteen
seconds, but it feels like an eternity.

I am both saddened and relieved when Damien’s gaze shifts from me
to his Aunt Sandra. 
I’m s
ad because the moment has passed, relieved because I
don’t
want everyone to
realize that I’ve got feelings for Damien.
 
I
can’t
help but to feel giddy though because I
am pretty
damn
ed
sure that what
ever just passed between us, he felt it too.

With a great deal of effort on my part
,
I turn my attention back to the conversation at the table
.
Dante is talking to Delilah
and
Dominique about
a
nother
Habitat for Humanity
build
that they’ve just signed up for, and I join in to that conversation. 

I’m
sad
that I
can’
t
do the Habitat project with them, but
I’m doing the
last
part of my work experience for my degree during the time they are doing it.  Damien
understands
that I’m bummed to miss out on the experience, and he
speaks up.  “I know it’s a bummer that you can’t participate in this build Brooke, but how about we all sign up and do the next build together as a family?”

Everyone agrees that it’s a great plan, and
I
can
’
t
help but smile at his use of the word family. 
We’ve
become a unit
,
as if we
were
destined
to be together.
  My relationships with each of these people are full and real, but my feelings for Damien elevate my connection to him. 

It
’
s so stra
nge that in
fourteen
months
,
he has become such an integral part of my life.
  I see him several days a week, but on the days that I
do
n’
t
see him, his absence is
extremel
y
noticeable. The days without him are never as good as the days with him.

My reverie
is brought to an end as
everyone stands up and starts cleaning the table off. 
Jumping to my feet
,
I grab some dishes and make my way in to the kitchen.
  Once at the sink I start rinsing and then loading the dishes in to the dishwasher. 

As usual Damien stands next to me and dries the bigger things that I wash that
w
on’t
fit in the dishwasher. 
We talk about Vegas and all the things that we could possibly do while we’re there, and since we
’ve all got a system down
,
everything
is
complete
fifteen minutes later.
After we’re all finished cleaning we head in to Dante’s theater room.  This week Aunt Sandra has brought the movie, “The Adjustment Bureau.”  We all take seats and get comfortable while Dante cues the movie up and then starts it.

I’ve seen the movie before so I allow my mind to wander.  Inevitably my thoughts go to Damien. 
What was
with that look we exchanged earlier
?
  I
don’t
think I was
projecting
the heat
in his eyes. 
He was totally fine while we were doing the dishes, but for the first time I really noticed that he always stays near to me.

It would be
a
mazing i
f Damien
was
attracted
to me,
and would act on it.  I know his track record is awful
, but I know
there is more to it than just the fact that he likes variety
. 
He
’
s
never had a girlfriend, not even in high school.  Dominique and Delilah tell me that
Damien,
Spencer
and Dante have never even considered anything serious. 
I think Damien shies away from commitment for a reason, but I don’t know what it is.

Apparently
,
before
Damien and Spencer started hanging out with the girls and I once
the girls
turned twenty-one, they used to spend their nights at clubs all over town picking up women.  Delilah says she imagines that Damien, Dante and Spencer have had
each had sex with hundreds of women
. The fact that all three of them are such commitment-
phobes
definitely says something.

The very thought of Damien touching another woman makes me ill, not that I can do anything about it.  I’ve been lucky so far and
have
n’
t
seen him with anyone, and I hope my luck holds out for a long, long time.
  For whatever reason, he and Spence never pick up women when
they
a
re
with the girls and me.  As far as I can tell, they
don’t
even look.

His track record might be
bad
, but I
could
n’
t
imagine Damien ever treating me poorly.  No one has ever been as attuned to my feelings and thoughts as Damien is.
He treats me with respect and consideration at all times, and I know he cares about me deeply. 
I think we would
make a
fantastic
couple, and
I
can’t
even conceive of being with anyone but him.  I certainly
don’t
have the desire.

So
engrossed
am I
in my own thoughts
that
I
startle
when the movie
concludes
and Dante turns
on the lights
.
  All of us make
our
way in to the driveway as we say our goodbyes.

As usual, Damien and I are the last two, and we stand talking as everyone else pulls out of the driveway. 
Our
conversation coming to a close,
Damien walks me to my car. 
He seems a
bit off, but I’m sure
he’s
just tired. 

After
we exchange
goodbyes, I stand on my toes and wrap my arms around him for a hug and then stretch up further to kiss his cheek. 
He must not have realized what I was doing
,
because he turned
his head a bit
,
causing
my lips
to connect with his mouth
instead of his cheek.

I
barely have time to process that
before he tightens his grip
on me and licks my lower lip
.   W
hen I gasp,
he slides his tongue in to my mouth. 
He tastes
delicious
and
I moan as
our
tongues explore each other’s mouths.

The kiss goes on and on.  It’s full of passion, and like wildfire it burns everything in its wake. 
He starts moving us until
my back is
up
against my car
, our bodies smashed against each other
.
  Fisting my hands in hi
s hair, I rub against him
, reveling in the feeling of his rock hard erection pressing against me. 
Needing more contact, I
widen my legs
and then wrap my right leg around him before rubbing up against him in search of relief.

I’m shocked but
incredibly aroused w
hen he puts his hands on my ass, lifting
me off my feet.  Wrapping my other leg around him so that now both feet
are locked
together behind his back, I wiggle against him as he bumps gently up against me, m
imicking the rhythm of sex.  I’
m needy and frustrated,
groaning in frustration.  I want
more.

Wrenching my lips from his I
whisper
, “
Damien, help me
.
 
I feel
out of control
.”

His eyes are
gigantic
in his face, his breathing labored and erratic.  He looks
utter
ly
undone, but all I can think about is h
ow badly I want him
. I rub up against him again and then gasp as he opens the button and p
ulls down the zipper of my jean shorts
.  My head falls back and hits the car as his hand slips in to my soaking wet panties.
God his fingers feel so
good
against my sex.

Laying his forehead on mine, he growls.  “Fuck Brooke. 
You’re
soaked sweetheart. 
So
fucking
wet and hot
.
”

S
liding his fingers
over me
,
he rubs my juices all over my clit
faster and faster
.
H
is tongue in my mouth matches the rhythm of his fingers
, a turn on unlike anything I’ve ever felt
.  Holding his head between my hands, I kiss him back with unchecked passion.  It was one thing to suspect what his mouth would feel like.  It’s another thing entirely to know.  My fantasies didn’t even come close to doing him justice, and I soak up his skill like a sponge.

His fingers easily slide all over my clit, my arousal making me sex a slippery canvas just for his use.  Rubbing against him, I let out a muffled cry.  I’m so close!
Whether it’s because he has so much experience or because he knows me so well, he knows
the exact moment
that I’m on the verge
of exploding
.  Pulling his mouth back from mine, he stares in to my eyes as his fingers concentrate on
rubbing
my clit in slippery circle
s
.

“Let yourself go honey.
Cum all over my fingers.”

The command, combined with t
he
growly
t
one of his voice
,
sends me over
the edge
.
Arching my back, I silently sc
ream as
my orgasm erupts through my entire body.  Leaning forward, he claims my mouth with hi
s in a kiss so territorial that
I feel it in my bones.
He’s marking me, and I love it. 
I
continue
moan
ing
in
to his mouth
as I finish cumming while
he
rubs me through it. 

I’m still riding the wave when the outside lights go off
,
and
I watch in frustration as
Damien pulls back, his face a mask of horror.

He says nothing as he
pulls his hands out of my shorts
and proceeds to pull up my zipper and close the button.  Putting his hands under my thighs, he looks at me.  “You have to put your feet back down on the ground Brooke.”