Taming Damian (7 page)

“No, I’m not busy at all. I just woke up.” She yawned as she rubbed her eyes.

I looked at my watch. “It’s eleven a.m.”

“Yeah. I guess I was really tired last night.” I watched her shift slightly as she looked at her feet.

“How are you feeling?”

“What do you mean?” She looked up at me in concern. “I’m fine.” Her eyes seemed swollen and she looked like she hadn’t slept at all last night.

I brushed my hand across her neck and tilted her face up toward me. My thumb caressed her cheek and I gently kissed her forehead.
Something’s wrong. Why does she look so sad?
As I watched her downcast demeanor, I felt every shred of anger I had for her melt away. I realized how much I wanted to see her happy.

“Well I know you got off work early yesterday because you felt under the weather. And then you never came down to the bar last night to see me. You just sent me a text saying you didn’t feel well and was heading to bed.”

“Yeah. I wasn’t feeling well yesterday.” She looked up at me, but when I met her gaze, her quickly looked away.

“I stopped by after I received your last text with some homemade chicken noodle soup, but you didn’t answer your door.”

“What? You cooked?” There was a genuine look of surprise on her face.

I chuckled, glad to see something besides sadness on her face. “Okay, you got me.
I
didn’t cook. It is homemade though!”

I saw the confusion on her face and laughed. “Some nice lady at a restaurant made it. She said it was a family recipe.” I pulled her closer to me and gave her a wink. “But I did walk five miles in the blistering cold, uphill both ways, and even fought off a homeless person to get the soup.”

She giggled and rolled her eyes. “What does that really mean?” she challenged.

“Okay. Fine, fine. It wasn’t cold at all and there were no hills. But there was a bum, but he was fast asleep on a corner of the street.” I shrugged and gave her a sheepish smile. “And I just walked down the block and back.”

“You’re such a liar.” She slapped me playfully against the chest and smiled up at me.
Yes, the smile is back.
As the warmth of her smile radiated through me, I realized how much I’d missed that smile—how much I’d lived for that smile.

“Sorry about last night. I was really tired and didn’t want to get out of bed. I must have been asleep when you stopped by with the soup. I’m sorry you went to the trouble for nothing.” She frowned apologetically.

“It’s okay. I’m glad you got a chance to rest. And don’t worry about the soup. I gave it to the homeless guy. Seemed like he was in need of a good meal.”

“That’s so sweet of you.” She pulled me down and kissed me gently. “Thank you for being so thoughtful,” she whispered between our lips.

“Anything to see a smile on those lips.” I smiled at her and wished I could push the doubts from my head. “So how are you feeling today?”

“I’m okay now.” She gave me a reassuring smile.

“You sure?”

She nodded. She pulled me closer and buried her face into my chest. “It’s good to see you,” she whispered.

I let out a deep sigh and held her tight around me, wishing things could be this simple, with her in my arms. The warmth of her body within my arms seemed to wash away all the anxiety and frustration I’d been feeling.
You have no idea how much I need you
.
You are my oxygen, and I need you to feel alive.
I wanted to say these things to her, but something made me hold back those words. I couldn’t bare my soul to her when I knew there was something she wasn’t telling me.

“So you want to grab breakfast or something?” she asked, finally breaking the perfect silence between us.

“Actually, I had another idea.” I smiled down at her and felt a need grow at the pit of my stomach. My cock twitched, reminding me what had been missing for the last few days.

“Does it involve food? I’m starving.”

“Sure. We’ll pick up some food on the way.” I grabbed her hand. “Come on. Grab your keys. I want to show you something.”

I saw the confusion in her eyes. “What?”

“Come on! I bought something and I want you to see it!” I led her down the stairs.

“What’s gotten into you? What did you get?” She looked at me nervously as I pushed open the front door leading out to the street.

“Isn’t it fucking sick?” I motioned to the sleek black Mustang.

“What? You bought a car?” Her mouth gaped open as she stared at the car in disbelief.

“Come on! Jump in!” I opened the passenger door and motioned for her to get in. She got in as she stared at me with wide eyes.

“Wait, when did you get a car?” she asked as she put on the seatbelt.

“This morning.” I gave her wicked smile and wink. “I was in the mood for something spontaneous.”

“Oh.”

As we drove off, I looked over at her, wondering what she was thinking.

For a few agonizing minutes in silence, I pulled over in front of a deli. “Everything okay?” I glanced over at her and she met my eyes.

“Yeah.” She cleared her throat and turned to smile at me.

I gripped the steering wheel tightly as I tried to keep calm. There was something about the emptiness of her smile that caused me to panic. “Is something on your mind? You seem like you’re deep in thought.”

“No. Well, I guess this car is a bit of surprise.”

“Well, you know me. I’m full of surprises.” From the reaction on her face, I knew she’d detected the hint of sarcasm in my voice.

“So where are we going?” She looked at me tentatively.

“I wanted to drive up to Marin Headlands.”

“Oh, where’s that?”

“It’s on the other side of the Golden Gate Bridge toward Sausalito. There are some nice areas up there where you get some of the best views of the bridge and the city.”

“That sounds nice.” She looked out the window toward the bridge. “I can barely see Golden Gate Bridge though. It’s pretty foggy over there.”

“That’s fine. By the time we grab some food and get up there, the fog will have burned off.”

Twenty minutes later, after a quick stop at a deli, we were crossing the Golden Gate Bridge. I could tell that Alexis was in a better mood as she smiled with a sparkle in her eyes as we drove through it.

“I can’t believe you’ve never crossed the bridge. You’re such a country bumpkin,” I teased.

She made a face at me. “I haven’t lived here for that long, and you kinda need something that I don’t have to drive across this thing.”

“What’s that?”

“A car.”

We both laughed.

“I guess you’re right. A car would be important to drive through here.”

“It’s gorgeous.” She had her head out the window, marveling up at the bridge with wide eyes.

“Wait until you see the view.” I looked over at her, and our eyes locked. For that brief second, it felt as if nothing were wrong between us. 

“I can’t wait.”

A few minutes later, I pulled into a small path hidden from the main road.

“What do you think?” I asked as I went around to the passenger’s side of the car to open Alexis’s door.

She gasped as she looked down at the Golden Gate Bridge with SF behind it. “It’s breathtaking up here.”

“I thought you’d like it.” I put my arm over her shoulder and led her to the front of the car for a better view.

“You’re right. All the morning fog is gone now.” She smiled up at me. “Thank you. You’re too nice to me.” She pulled me in for a kiss.

I grabbed the nape of her neck and deepened our kiss as I pulled her closer. I parted her lips with my tongue, and a gasp escaped her as her mouth accepted me eagerly and her silky tongue hungrily greeted mine. My cock stiffened as her hands moved down my chest.
I need to have her right now or I’m going to explode.

Then her phone rang from inside the purse beside us.

“I should get that,” I gasped between our lips.

“Don’t.” In the heat of the moment, I was certain it was the Chris guy calling and I wasn’t about to let him ruin sex for me.
He can take her love from me, but he’s not going to take her pussy right now.
I pushed her purse onto the gravel by our feet and pinned her down against the hood of the car, kissing her harder as I pressed the erection inside my jeans against her body.

“Damian,” she gasped into my mouth. I knew she wanted this too but was putting up a fight.

“God, baby. You have no idea how much I need you.” I grabbed her waist and pushed her up against the hood of the car. “I
need
to fuck you now, Alex, or I’m going to go crazy.”

“Babe, not here,” she pled.

She tried to get up from the car, but I held her down. “No, I’m serious. I want to break this puppy in and fuck you on it.”

“Damian, someone might see us,” she hissed as she pushed aside my determined hands.

“Let’s give them something to talk about then.” I twisted my lips into a sinful smile, knowing exactly what I wanted to—and would—do to her.

My hands ripped opened her top and she cried out in surprise as she leaned back against the car. Too impatient to deal with the bra clasp, I pulled down her bra and her perfect full breasts spilled out into my hands. My mouth inhaled them before she knew what had just happened. She gasped in pleasure as she tried to resist.

But her attempts were futile. We both knew what was about to happen and there was nothing she could—or would want to—do to stop it from happening. She wanted this as much as I wanted to fuck the truth out of her. She just had no idea why, and at this point, I wasn’t going to give her an opportunity to even wonder about the whys.

“Now take off your panties or I’m going to have to rip them off like I just did with your top.”

I saw desire flare in her eyes and I knew she was turned on and wouldn’t resist any longer. I watched her hands move to the zipper of her skirt.

“No, leave the skirt on. Just the panties, baby.” I smirked as I felt my cock harden in anticipation.

When her panties were off, I pinned her back against the hood of the car. The cold metal against her delicate flesh drove me wild.

“What a great view.” I grinned at her as my eyes slowly devoured her nakedness.

She rolled her eyes. “You’re so crass!”

“What?” I looked at her innocently. “I was talking about the view of the Golden Gate Bridge! Now that the morning fog finally burned off, you can see the entire city from here.” I snickered. “Like I said, great view.”

“Asshole,” she giggled as she playfully slapped my arm.

“Don’t be jealous. That may be a
great
view,” I began as I motioned to the Golden Gate Bridge, “but
this
view”—I spread her legs apart, pulled her hips closer toward me, and rubbed her inner thighs with my rock-hard cock, which was pushing up against my jeans—“makes me feel like this and takes my breath away.”

She gasped as she felt my rough jeans rub up and down against her exposed pussy.

“Tell me how much you want this.” I unzipped my jeans and pushed them down. Her eyes went wide as she saw my throbbing cock pop out. “You see how much I need you right now?”

She nodded, her eyes never leaving my cock.

“Now, let’s see if you’re ready.” Before she could respond, I raised her legs on my shoulders and went down between her legs.

She gasped as my mouth tasted her juices, my tongue teasing her but never entering her completely. I wanted her to beg for me to fuck her.

When I emerged, I could still feel her wetness on my face. “Someone’s more than ready for me.”

I saw the need in her eyes and I knew she was mine.

“Damian, make love to me,” she begged.

I snickered. “Lovemaking is for the bed. I’m going to fuck you right now. This has nothing to do with love.” I pulled her hips down to the edge of the car and moved the tip of my cock to the entrance of her wetness. “You feel that?”

She whimpered and nodded her head.

“You want this?”

“Yes,” she begged.

“I can’t hear you!” I roared as I tightened my hands against her thighs.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck me please!”

“That’s all I need to hear, baby,” I groaned and entered the full length of my cock into her, causing the car to jerk back against my thrust.

“Oh God!” she screamed in surprised as she arched her back against the car, taking me all in.

“Tell me who else can fuck you this good?” I grunted as her pussy clenched around me as I moved in and out of her.

“No one!” Her gasps and moans became increasingly urgent as I pushed deeper and faster inside her. I watched as her breasts violently swayed up and down as the car moved in time with my thrusts.  

“God, baby, you are so tight,” I roared as I reached the edge of my climax. “I love”—
Don’t fucking say it, dude!
a voice inside me screamed—“when your tits bounce like that.”

Her nails dug into my back as I felt her body stiffen around me. “I’m coming, baby!” she cried.

“Fuck, me too!” I grunted and threw my head back as her pussy clung to me when she came. As I climaxed, I drove into her a few more times and relished in the amazing feeling of her tight, wet pussy around my cock.

Shit, this is Heaven on earth
. That was the last thought that ran through my head before I collapsed on top of her.

After a few minutes, our breathing slowed down and I rolled over onto the hood of the car. The cool breeze from the ocean cooled our heated skins as we lay side by side in silence.

I wondered what she was thinking, and I couldn’t help but wonder what she’d done with Chris.

Then a thought flashed through me and made me uneasy.
If she did reconnect with him when we were apart and they had sex, can I really hate her for that?
I thought back to our month or so apart and realized that I had tried to have sex with other girls during the time we had been apart. How could I blame her for doing something similar?

But the difference is, you couldn’t. You tried, but you didn’t do it. Your heart wasn’t in it. And Alexis did.

A numbing pain spread through my chest as this thought came to mind.

Then I heard Alexis sniffle next to me. I turned to look at her and noticed that she was crying.