I just can’t get enough of this man.
12
Damien
I’ll never be able to get enough of this woman. And, I don’t want to. Everything about her screams sex. I love it.
I thrust deep inside her, smacking her tight little ass one more time. She moans out my name and it’s the sexiest sound. It urges me on, making me go deeper and deeper.
“You like the way I fuck you, huh?” I grunt out, pushing even further inside her.
She cries out, moaning her yes over and over again.
I hold onto her silken skin, memorizing every inch of her. When we were in the back of my SUV, I didn’t get the time to appreciate her beauty. I was in a haze and not thinking clearly, but now my attention’s on her. I run my hand down her back, watching her body take all of me deep inside her.
My heart’s beating so crazily fast it’s insane. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on before in my life.
“Shayne, you feel so goddamn good,” I say on a groan.
I keep slamming my cock inside her, squeezing her ass as I wrap a hand around her throat. I pull her back so I can kiss her. My body’s so close to coming undone.
Fuck, she feels too good to be true. But it is true, and I fuck her harder as my eyes squeeze shut.
“Don’t stop,” she moans out.
I don’t plan on it, and not just tonight. No, I don’t plan on ever stopping with this woman. She’s dug herself deep into my soul, and I have tried to deny it for the past few weeks, but nope, she’s still there.
I’ve never had this connection with anyone before. And it’s not just her banging body. It’s the whole package. She’s smart, funny, and sexy as fuck. My body climbs and climbs, ready to reach euphoria, and I don’t stop chasing the feeling. “You’re doing something to me, Shayne.” I stop moving, spinning her around to where I can stare into her eyes. “You’re really doing something.”
She reaches out, both hands landing on my cheeks. “You’re kind of doing something to me, too.” And then, she kisses me.
And, I push inside her, a little slower this time, so I don’t finish off too quickly. Because, I want to enjoy this side of her. I want to enjoy touching and feeling, and kissing her.
I keep kissing her, massaging her tongue with mine as I thrust in and out, over and over again. I’m so close to coming, I can’t take it anymore.
“I’m coming,” Shayne calls out, her nails scraping down my back.
I love it. It turns me on and I pump a few more times and then join her on the crash. My body shakes and shivers as I grunt out my orgasm.
There’s no way I’m letting this one get away.
The smell of coffee brushes the last of my dream away. I groan wanting to keep the dream going since it involved Shayne on an empty beach, and a lot of sunscreen.
“Hey sleepy head, are you going to wake up?” The beach disappears to real life as Shayne leans against the door frame with a mug of coffee in each hand.
“Hey, you look good in my shirt.”
She’s wearing one of my Colorado Larks t-shirts, and nothing else. My cock hardens at the sight of her. “Big Larks fan, are you?”
“Yeah, they’re ok.”
“I think that Max Hunter is hot.”
I laugh, sitting up so I can grab her as she steps closer. “Take it back.”
She laughs, setting down the two mugs of coffee before I grab her to tickle her. “I take it back,” she says.
We both grab our coffee. “Thanks for this.” I seriously could get used to this every morning.
“I wanted to thank you,” Shayne says in a serious tune.
“For what?” I take a sip of the coffee and smile at the taste. Just a little sweet but not too much.
“For letting me stay here. For hiring me. For all of it.”
Her finger stops me from saying more. “Do you know what happened after we fell asleep?”
“No.”
“We slept for two hours, and then my alarm went off to get up and go to the donut shop.”
“Did you go?” I sit up, letting the covers pool around my waist.
“No.” She grabs her coffee to take a sip. “I didn’t go. I panicked for a second, but then remembered I don’t have to work extra jobs anymore. I turned my alarm off and snuggled back down with you.”
“You should do that again.” I pat my chest and she rolls her eyes.
“And, because of that I wanted to thank you.” She leans over, kissing me square on my lips.
I’m about to make a move to get her back under the covers with me when Axel’s voice booms through the house.
“Hello,” he says.
Shayne’s eyes go wide as she jumps up and grabs her yoga pants off the floor.
“I’ll be right there.” I yell to stop Axel from attempting to find us.
“I’ll stall them. Come out to the kitchen when you’re ready.” Kissing her on the top of her forehead, I leave her alone to struggle with her yoga pants, knowing she’s going to be a minute or two since she’s putting them on backwards.
“Don’t you look refreshed?” Axel says, drinking coffee as he leans against the counter.
“Are you here to gossip, or are you here to work out?”
“Hmm, maybe I should let you go back to bed. You seem a little bit grumpy.”
“Where’s Ben?” I ask, ignoring him.
“He should be pulling up any minute. Emma’s coming by after we work out, with Felicity, to do family yoga. You should invite Shayne.”
“Maybe I will.” I know Axel wants me to spill the info on if Shayne and I did anything last night, but I’m not a kiss and tell sort of guy. Especially with my brothers.
“Hey,” Ben shouts just as Axel and I are warming up.
“You’re late,” I say, hitting the treadmill.
“Clara and I got a little busy.” Ben laughs a little as he stretches.
We talk shit to each other as we go through our work out. My mind keeps turning to Shayne and what she’s probably doing right now. I’ve lost count on my reps more times than I’d like to admit.
A scream rips through the workout room with a whirl of energy. “Uncle Damien.”
With uncle-like reflexes I drop the kettlebell and turn around and catch the little monster that’s launching herself at me. Her tiny arms go around me. “Ewww, you’re all sweaty.” Felicity kisses my cheek before pushing away.
“Grandma said I could come over here to wait for Mommy.”
“Hey, little girl.” Axel bends over and kisses Felicity on the top of her head before her hands push him away too. “Daddy, you’re all sweaty.”
“Ahh, come on give me a hug.” Felicity screams as she rushes out of the garage with Axel running after her with his arms outstretched.
“I want a hug,” Ben says, eliciting another scream from Felicity.
“Hello,” Emma says as the door opens.
“Mommy, save me they’re all sweaty.” Felicity wraps her arms around Emma’s legs. “Eww, you’re sweaty too.”
“Hey, I just got out of yoga class,” Emma says.