Wrecked (16 page)

“Jesus! What’s wrong with you?” We both turned around to see Andrea.

She glared at Mylie with such ferocity that I thought it would knock me on my ass. Then she quickly gave me the same look. “Damien, you have no right to talk to anyone that way. I don’t care about your history, but I will be damned if you talk to this girl like this again.” Not only was I shocked, but Mylie apparently was as well. She stood with her mouth agape, a wide-eyed expression, turned towards Andrea, and that only solidified that I was brash asshole.

“I apologize Mylie. I may have spoken out of --,”

“Oh save the bullshit!" Andrea said exasperated, stalking out of the office and slamming the door shut.

“Oh God. I am so sorry Damien. Shit!”

She collapsed on the chair, and her body quaked with silent sobs. Her caramel hair cascaded over her soft porcelain skin while glistening wet trails fell over the curves of her rosy cheeks, the salty tears resting only when they crept into her full cherry lips. I watched the woman I loved with every fiber of my being break down, and I couldn’t resist the urge to hold her.

The wall that we had put up over the months no longer mattered because she needed me as much as I needed her. I walked briskly around the mahogany desk only to stop when I stood before her. She peered up with red-rimmed blue eyes and a trembling bottom lip. I could no longer deny my love for Mylie, and I pulled her up into my embrace where she finally released her pain and cried her heart out. The cruel reality was, I never wanted to let go, but we would only have this moment… one moment where she was mine and I was hers. Eventually she would go back to him.

Chapter Nineteen

Mylie

Lord, I am going insane!

As I stared into those hypnotizing blue eyes, I finally found what I never knew I was looking for. I finally saw that Damien was everything I hated and loved, but it wasn’t until this moment that I realized how lost I truly was. My soul was drawn to his very aura, but the ache within my heart was an undeniable reminder that it would never be a reality. Through my pride and stubbornness, I had forever wrecked what Damien and I could have had. I was but a galaxy within a black hole, something so majestic and extraordinary, and it was irrevocably lost to me.

If for this moment I would allow myself to take comfort. I would savor it like a wandering woman in a vast desert looking for singular drop of water that only Damien could deliver. Was it right that I found such reassurance from him? No, especially since I chose Xavier, and my body reacted to him on whole different level.

For years I had tried to understand how Malory could leisurely have fun between the sheets with multiple partners. One day I asked when in a drunken stupor.

Her response was
When you feel the power of passion within your body, it becomes an addiction. You are completely enthralled, on the precipice, waiting for the next dose of orgasmic bliss.

I understood now because Xavier made me burn when I was frigid, but Damien found and warmed my soul, something that had been left in the Pennsylvanian mountains the night my life forever changed.

“Listen,” I tried to push myself out of his warm embrace. I knew this was wrong, but it felt so good.

“Just a little longer. Don’t move.” He sounded so defeated and conflicted all at once, and it broke my heart that much more. Why did it have to be so complicated? I could have this one moment, but so many people would get hurt because of my selfish needs.

“Damien, please—I can’t do this.”
It hurts too much
was what I wanted to say, but he didn’t need to know how much I hurt inside.

“Mylie, please let me think that you are mine. I know you are going to go to him. I accepted it, but please let me pretend that you
want
me as much as I
need
you.”

My heart was beating so hard. My head was spinning feeling his breath in the curve of my neck as he inhaled the scent of my coconut shampoo. Didn’t he understand how much I wanted him? Hadn’t he moved on with Ms. Sway Too Much?

His nose skimmed the edge of my jaw, and I felt like he touched every erogenous zone on my body with one smooth glide. His mouth was so close to mine, and I felt his quiet respire that brought a tremble down my body. I knew I had a choice at this moment. I knew just moments ago I was enthralled in the act of passion with Xavier, but I didn’t love him. Was I sex drunk? I didn’t know, but what I did know was that I wanted Damien. I would test these waters because I had to know.

I pressed my lips to his. I opened my mouth just enough to suck on his full delicious bottom lip as my body quivered in anticipation.
Would he go with it, or would he push me away?
He didn’t make me wait long. He plunged into our kiss as his hands reached up to hold my face. Then he pulled away. He only stared at my lips,

“Mmm—cherries,” he whispered ever so softly and then kissed me again.

He lifted me up, and my legs automatically wrapped around his waist. His muscles were hard beneath his crisp black shirt. His hardness wanted to break free from his pinstriped slacks as it pressed against the bottom of my ass. Our chemistry was undeniable as the months of sexual tension took a hold of us in an explosion of passion and desire.

I looked into his gorgeous eyes, and I felt my soul crash into them. Never have I felt so much love for one man, and the way he looked at me, I hoped it was the same. He stared at my face, as though he memorized each curve and line. His hand caressed my face and kissed my neck, sending a burst of goose bumps across my skin.

My nipples perked against the fabric of my tank top. In one quick sweep he threw the contents of his desk to the ground and slowly laid my body on top of the cool mahogany desk. He unbuckled my shorts and pulled them down my legs as he carefully managed to not get them snagged on my sandals. He realized that I was panty-less, and his eyes burned. He lifted my leg and kissed the inside of my calf. He kissed and sucked my leg, pausing in the inner curve of my knee. I felt his lips touch my thigh; I let out an excruciating moan.

My body bucked, but he pinned my hips down and began his slow tortuous assault on my other leg. His slid his hand under my tank top and found my full breast. He smiled against my skin when he felt no bra either. He perked and pinched at my nipple while he continued to entice me. Without a word, he spread my legs and devoured my wetness. His tongue licked every single drop of my sweetness, and then he found the place where I ached most.

It was painfully slow, but it only built everything that much higher. I felt my body as it trembled, and my legs tensed. I was so close, and my muscles protested this unbelievable sensation, but they knew that relief was around the next corner. My nipples were so sensitive from his attention, and my panting grew more intense. My moans were growing louder, but I couldn’t reach my peak.

“Please--,” I begged and panted as I grabbed his head and pressed his mouth against my sex. “I need you!” I screamed out.

He just shook his head, and I wanted to scream at the injustice, but he continued to devour me with his tongue. He licked the top of my sex to my belly button until he reached my nipple where he latched on. I gasped at the shock of his hot and wet mouth, and the sensitivity of my breast was enhanced.

“Please Damien,” I yearned and begged, but he just smiled against my breast, and I knew he would not make it easy on me.

Damien

“What do you want baby?”

The pad of my thumb continued to rub in a circular motion, and she squeezed her eyes shut. I was going to savor this moment because I knew what we were doing was wrong, but I couldn’t deny my love for this woman. She was perfect in every way, and her ability to connect to my heart scared me. I knew I wasn’t a monogamous man, but I couldn’t refuse my love and how I yearned to feel her.

Her eyes opened and once again she begged, “Please Damien--, I want to feel you inside me.” I growled because I never heard something so sexy in my life, but the fear that I might hurt her made me pause.

“Are you sure?”

She nodded her head emphatically her blue eyes implored me to fulfill her desire.

Had she done this already? Had she been with Xavier already, and now she wanted to experience me?
I felt my dick lose some of its hardness at the thought, but I internally shook my head because I couldn’t believe she would be sex driven.

I knew Mylie would only give her whole self if she… God could it be that she loved me? I hesitated, but she lifted her hips against my dick, and I couldn’t stop now even if I wanted to. I pulled out a condom and bit the edge hearing the rip of foil. I slowly unzipped my pants, and with a soft clink, my belt hit the wood floor. I pressed my dick against her entrance and she sucked in a breath.

Oh my god! What the fuck am I doing?
If I stopped now, I would never know what could be, and I had to know, so I pressed further against her.
Oh shit!
I sucked in a breath,

“Fuck—you’re so tight! Damn!”

I felt her, and a cold fear came forth.
Could she still be a virgin?
And we were doing this on my desk?
This was wrong. She squeezed her eyes shut and hissed slightly while her muscles contracted around my dick, and her slight movement excited me to push myself deeper. She slowly opened her eyes as her body relaxed around my size and I ease the motion of my hips when I gently pushed in and out. I continued to rub her swollen nub, and I felt her body hit the precipice. She slammed her eyes shut again, and her breathy pants were coming in quickly. I knew after the prolonged teasing she would be close.

“Mylie open your eyes.” She did as she was asked and opened her eyes. I stared at the glorious woman before me. “Take off your shirt,” I whispered with authority which only excited her more as the twinkle of desire lit up her eyes, and she obliged.

I slowed and pulled her against my chest. Her breasts were pressed against my chest, and she began to unbutton the first three buttons of my shirt then pulled it over my head. She memorized my body, which she stared at in awe, and I could physically feel the trail of her eyes as she took in the sight before her. It was like that she realized beneath my shirt was body of a god.

“I love you,” she whispered and stared into my eyes, but I couldn’t say anything.

I just stared. How three words could petrify me, I would never know, but I had never felt so much fear in my life. I knew without a doubt I loved her, but she deserved better than me. I knew what I had to do, so I kissed her and began to push into her again in a very slow and deliberate pace. Once again, I rubbed the sensitive nub, and I felt when her legs started to shake again. I had brought her to this painful place twice before, and I had yet to give her relief.

“Please!” She begged again.

“Cum for me.” My voice was demanding, and she, once again, did what was requested.

She found her release and screamed out. It only fueled my desire more, so I began to pump even harder, deeper, and faster. On instinct she knew I was close, and I felt my dick pulse as her nails dug into my broad back. I sucked in a breath, but I refused to slow my pace. I felt once again she was about to find her release at the same time as I did, but I ruined it. Quickly her body tensed and stopped when I said the most dreadful words I could have ever said to someone. I knew it would hurt her, but I wasn’t the right guy for her, and no matter how much I loved her, I wouldn’t let her love me.

With my final words to her I begged, “Don’t love me, Mylie. I’m no good for you.” Her tears welled up in her eyes, and I knew it was too late to take it back.

Dear God, what have I done?

Chapter Twenty

Mylie

“You’re bleeding?” Damien paled, and his eyes implored that his fears were wrong.

I couldn’t stop the well of tears in my eyes as his words rang in my ears. He didn’t want me to love him, but it was too late. I felt dirty and sickened by my actions. In the course of a few hours I had nearly been with two men but only lost my virginity with the love of my life, and he didn’t want me to love him.

“I was a virgin,” I croaked, and I tried to hold back the tears.

Absentmindedly, I picked my clothes and ever so quietly, put them on, but never looked back. I grabbed my bag and silently walked to the door. “I could forgive you for stealing my purity, but I will never forgive you for ripping my soul.”

I left the suffocating office and walked away from the only man I had ever loved. What the hell was I going to do? I couldn’t work with him, and I couldn’t face Xavier. I was such a dirty slut, and I felt appalled by what I did, but the truth was I loved him. I needed help, and only one person came to mind. I dialed the phone number and waited until after the second ring, and then I heard the voice that would fix it all.

“Hey,” I whispered

“What’s wrong?” Immediately my savior knew something was wrong, and I loved her for it.

“SOS.”

“Patron?”

“No,” I sobbed, “Nicholas Sparks.”

“Fuck! All right see you soon.”