“Was it lonely growing up?”
Totally and completely. I needed someone so much, but I couldn’t be selfish enough to actually wish it. One fuck up was enough; we didn’t need to spread the bad luck and selfish gene any further. “It was okay, actually. I didn’t know any different and I had Chloe, she’s practically a sister.”
“I would’ve loved to have another daughter. You know, I bought one dress when I had Damon and used to put him in it when he was first born. Then I had Cara and of course she hates anything girlie. ”
“Fuck sake, Mum!” Damon shouted from the kitchen.
I burst out laughing and held my glass very carefully. “That’s golden! Tell me you have pictures.”
“I do but I fear I’ll lose a son if I show anyone.”
Damon frowned into the room. “Why do you feel the need to do it? And you can rip it up or I’ll move to America.”
Her mouth dropped. “You wouldn’t!”
I sat back as Damon quipped with his mum about how he would move to the other side of the world and Hannah hit back by telling him she’d follow. I felt warm and safe and accepted. There wasn’t one moment where I was on edge and I didn’t have to worry about any arguments – other than Damon and Hannah’s stupid little ones.
This was how a family was supposed to be. My heart ached for the feeling of belonging and hurt as I realised just what I’d missed out on growing up.
Two hours later and his parents had left. Hannah made me promise to be over the next time they were here. I said I’d try, not wanting to promise something I wasn’t sure I could deliver on.
“So, you okay?” Damon asked as he loaded the dishwasher.
“Yeah,” I replied, surprised that I was. Meeting his family was so much more fun than I thought it would be and although there were a few awkward (for me) moments I enjoyed spending time with them. “You?”
His smile gave it away. “I’m good.”
He was more than good and it made my heart flutter. I licked my dry lips and pulled my top over my head. Things were starting to get heavy so I needed to lighten it again.
Damon did a double take and dropped a glass into the top rack of the dishwasher. “Well, hello.”
“Want to take me to bed now?” I asked, popping my bra strap undone.
“That was a rhetorical question, right? You don’t need me to answer that.”
“Absolutely don’t, Masters. Bed. Now.”
I expected him to order me in there. What I didn’t expect was the sudden force of his body crashing against mine and slamming me back into the wall. My head hit the plasterboard but I didn’t give a single shit because his mouth attacked mine, hands gripped my butt and lifted me up, and his erection lined up perfectly between my legs making me whimper.
I kissed him back with equal hunger and dug my fingers into the muscle on his shoulders.
Squirming against him, I tried to lift myself enough to get him inside. I needed the release so badly. “Damon,” I murmured against his lips. My gut twisted and the pulsing between my legs made me delirious.
“Fuck,” he hissed and sank to his knees. My breath caught in my throat. He really was picking up where we left off. Yanking my underwear down, he hitched my leg up and threw it over his shoulder. He was wasting no time and it drove me insane.
“Damon, stop teasing,” I said as he slowed down and planted feather light kisses up my inner thigh. His lips burned wherever they touched. “Please.”
“If you keep begging we’re skipping this part,” he muttered against my skin.
“Right now I don’t care. I just need…”
He ripped away from me and I fell forwards before correcting myself with the force. I was soon slammed back against the wall the second his jeans hit the floor.
“I fucking warned you,” he said, hitching my dress up again and sinking into me. Calling out his name, I closed my eyes and wrapped my legs around his waist. I wasn’t going to complain because, as much as I loved having his mouth on me, I needed to feel all of him.
“God you feel incredible, Nell. Every. Single. Time.”
I looked into his hooded eyes and clenched around him. His pleasure was a total turn on and right now he looked like he was in heaven, and I was right there with him.
Pushing me against the wall, he thrust harder, faster, relentless in his pursuit to get us both off. My head fell back, banging gently on the wall. I ground my hips against him and cried out. The angle was perfect, his pace was perfect. He always felt too good, my body responded to everything he did in a way that no other man had achieved.