“Bye Doc!” he shouts on his way to the door. Dad waves at him as he makes his way to the kitchen.
“They’re going to be just fine, just need some sleep.” He pours himself a cup of coffee, and grabs a sandwich, waiting for me to explain what happened.
“Mel had this in her hand.” I hand him the letter and he frowns, looking worried. We talk for a while and then he leaves. I make sure all the doors are locked behind him.
I find Kiara fast asleep on the couch, remove her shoes, and cover her with a blanket.
Mel is lying on her tummy, watching me with big eyes, her pupils still large. I carry her to my room and put her down on the bed.
Then I open the water to fill the bath, adding some bubbles. Mel is still sitting on the bed in the exact position I left her, her head leaning against one of the dark-wood posters.
“Let’s put your bloody ass in the bath.” She nods and gets up from the bed. The next moment her knees buckle and I catch her just in time, making her sit on the bed again.
“I must have hit my head.” She winches as her fingers touch her skull. I softly feel the spot – she has a big bump from what must have been a hard blow.
I take off her shoes and pants and carry her to the bathroom.
“Damion, I can do it myself!” she hisses.
“I’m not trying to be a pervert here, I just don’t want you to faint in the bath. I’ll close my eyes and promise not to look.” Much.
She lets me take off her shirt, leaving her in black freaking lacy underwear. The ones I got a glimpse at. I’m a little flummoxed by the loss of blood from my brain collecting elsewhere.
“Damion!” she scolds “You promised!” Indisposed, I reluctantly move my gaze up to meet her eyes and give her my best smile.
“Sorry, shit, it was accidental.” I look back down at her cleavage and my grin spreads. She hits me with a fist on my chest.
“I swear Damion Grimm, I’m going to take out your eyes with a spoon.” I look up, still smiling. I need to say something. Something smart and comforting.
“Why a spoon?” Yeah, that’s the best smart comforting thing my blood-deprived mind can come up with.
“It will hurt more.” Makes sense.
“It’s just the best tits I’ve ever seen.” I’m being absolutely truthful. “You can’t blame me, Angel. But I’m done now, scout’s honor.” I put my hand in the air, forcing my eyes to stay put and not wander. It’s not an easy task.
“You a scout? Gmf. Why don’t I believe that?” She pulls her mouth in that super cute sexy way. She’s making things hard. Very hard. I might explode any minute.
“I was … a good-doing boy scout.” Then I turn around like the good little boy I am NOT, waiting for her to get naked and into the bath. I’m glad I’ve done the bubble thing cause I don’t think my self-control will hold if I see her completely unclothed.
The splashing of the water stirs that hard dick, and my mind wanders, dreaming of all the many ways I can take her in that bath – the one with her legs over my shoulders sticking out.
“You good.” My voice sounds like it’s on pheromones.
“Yes, it’s perfect, except for the demon in the room.” A faint chuckle rumbles over my lips wondering what she would think if she knew where the demon’s mind is lurking right now.
“I’m gonna take a quick shower,” I say and smirk at the reaction on her face. “Don’t peep.” I slip down my pants, back to her, and step into the glass cubicle.
I have an erection the size of California. Hard enough to drill through diamond rock. And the sight of her in that bubble bath combined with the fact that I know she is utterly and totally naked causes even more discomfort in my southern region.
Even her fucking painted toenails sticking out of the foam are driving my stupid cock wild.
I turn on some cold water, keeping my front end from her view. Hell, I don’t want to scare her with my stiff canon before I even have her. The poor girl is totally naive.
Somewhere between meeting Mel and puberty, a war started inside me – a never-ending fight between my feelings for her and sticking to my rules.
Every time I lost control because of her (which was each time I saw her), I tried to counteract to get it back again. A vicious circle. I tried to control every aspect of my life – sex, emotions, racing. I even went as far as to try and control death – pulling stunts to tease him right in the face.
So, instead of acknowledging my feelings, I took more risks, made more bad choices, fucked more girls, and did more death-defying stunts – putting them on social media like trophies.
The accident last year was a turning point – Mom decided enough was enough. I ended up with her little approach to rehabilitation.
She slapped me with a shitload of truth right into my face. Bullied me. But it was the bribe with Mel as the prize that cleared the deal. I quit fucking around – no more meaningless sex and one-night stands – and I’m proud to say that even though it’s tough, I manage with my right hand for now.
“Damion!”
“Yep.” I look over my shoulder at her.
“I’m getting out.” I turn my head to the front.
“Right.”
When I turn back she’s wrapped up in a towel and my mind is once more filled with dirty thoughts, all starting with me ripping off that towel and ending with my dick in her pussy.
Fuck. I need a moment of privacy.
“I left some clothes for you on the bed.” As soon as she’s out of the bathroom, my hand starts to pump, sighing with relief and pleasure as the stiffness disperses with my sperm down the drain.
I wash and wrap a towel around my hips.
“You bought me some panties?” She laughs as soon as I enter the room.
“It is more for me than for you. Having you without ANY underwear next to me would probably drive my little guy nuts.”
“Who said you’re going to lie next to me?” I am. I drop the towel and hear her husky gasp behind me and I know she’s staring at my ass.
“Hungry?” I dismiss her statement, cause I’m not sleeping anywhere else than next to her.
“Not much,” she sounds rather breathy “But I’m really thirsty. My throat feels like sandpaper.”