POV Damion
WARNING sex scene!!!
Food, sleep, beer, sex – that’s what I need right now, and not necessarily in that order. I earnestly can’t tell you what I want first cause all are fighting for the honor of the highest priority.
I’m hungry. Frustrated. Dead-gone tired. Horny.
I feel like a shaken bottle of soda that’s about to explode.
I’ve never even thought about a girl for more than five seconds, what to say minutes, hours, days, weeks! And it’s driving me fucking insane.
After she left Italy my head has been spinning faster than the bikes around the track.
I know she’s hiding something. Or I’m pretty sure.
It’s not something pertinent exactly … like she pushed me away or something … I claimed her on almost every piece of furniture in that penthouse and some. She even rode me on that fucking deckchair … banishing Chloe’s photo for good. So it’s not that.
But I just can’t figure out what it can be. And trust me, I’ve been twirling every fucking possibility around in my mind. And since Chloe is not the problem, the only conclusion I could come up with is that she got spooked by my demons.
Alejandro kept an eye on her for me, and according to my brother, she’s distant, in her own world, and looking kinda off.
Here I am standing at her door.
Tired, hungry, horny … Mel can satisfy all my needs in one go – sex, eat, sleep.
Knock-knock-knock!!
Mel opens the door and it’s as if the devil came knocking. Her face turns pale.
“Oh ship!” She slams the door in my face. Not exactly the welcome I was hoping for.
The door reopens slowly and she peeks around it with a guilty face. So many emotions rush over her – sketchy being one of them. There are a few seconds of silence as if she’s getting her thoughts in order.
“You’re back!” She runs into my arms with a little piglet squeal and I hold onto her for dear life. Damn, I’ve missed this girl like I can’t explain.
She is wearing one of my T-shirts, which my caveman side adores.
“Eh, long time no see.” She’s definitely nervous.
“Yeah, way too long. Can I come in?” She still is not moving but looks over her shoulder into the house and then back at me. A sickening feeling is starting to grow inside my guts. What is wrong?
“Sure,” I walk past her my eyes searching for anything out of the ordinary, but find nothing.
“Damion?” Her voice wavers, riddled with emotion. “I -”
I don’t let her finish that thought as I yank her into me and crush my mouth to hers. Oh, how I’ve missed this mouth. All the longing explodes between us in a rush of wanting emotions. The urgency is palpable. She ignites around me. Her fingers are in my hair, pulling hard.
Her hunger is unexpected. She missed me too. And with that thought desire bursts through me. The need to feel myself buried deep inside her is paramount. And right there my dick decides the highest priority – sex first. Then eat. More sex. Then sleep.
She moans as my fingers find the hem of my T and slip underneath. My goal is to pull it off and take her right here.
“Emm,” Kiara coughs behind us. Get a grip. I slowly slide my tongue from her mouth and even more slowly drag my lips from hers. But I keep her body against mine.
“Do you want some coffee?” Kiara asks.
No. I want Mel. “Yes.” My heartbeat staggers to a more normal rhythm and I pull back, gazing down at her, and I’m panting and horny as hell. I reluctantly slide my arms to my sides, letting her go.
I lick my lips to salvage the taste of her kiss as we enter the kitchen, watching her sexy-as-fuck hips swaying in front of me. I want every inch of her and then some. I want to lose myself in her, get lost in that little voodoo pussy of hers.
But first … coffee I guess. Kiara disappears into her room.
Mel bends over to grab the milk from the fridge, her tight little denim cut-off pulls into her V, giving me a satisfying indecent view of her ass. She keeps fidgeting with her hands, wringing them together, waiting for the machine to spurt out into the cup. Is she anxious because she’s horny, or is something else up?
“Okay,” Kiara throws her handbag onto the counter, “I’m gonna sleep over at Axel’s so you two can have the house to yourselves.”
“I knew there was a reason I liked you.” I give her a great big thankful smile.
My eyes land on a book on the counter right next to her bag – ‘What To Expect When You’re Expecting’
I pick it up with a frown.
The girls look at each other with huge eyes and pale faces. Is Kiara pregnant? Is that why they’re so on edge?
Kiara quickly grabs the book from my hand, hugging it to her chest.
“Eh … a friend … eh Ava …” she stutters, “You know Ava … right … she is expecting her first baby … we want to give her the book as a present.” She doesn’t look me in the eye, she just stares at the floor.
“R. i. g. h. t -” Mel says slowly, “But she doesn’t want anyone to know yet.” I nod. It makes sense. I’m just relieved to hear that Kiara is not the one with a bun in the oven. I think the Blackburn brothers will kill the dude – they tend to think of Kiara as a cousin.
I sigh. I don’t even want to think of how they will react the day I knock up their sister. It’s going to be painfully hilarious.
“Eh … so … I’ll be going now.” She takes her bag … and the book and almost runs to the door. Mel lets out a deep breath. Girls can be so fucking weird.
“Lock that door!” I shout out and listen satisfyingly as the lock clicks behind her.
For a beat, we both stare at the closed door. Then Mel breaks the silence.
“Want to tell me how your event went? Did you get the riders you need?” She holds out the coffee to me. I take it and put it on the counter, then jag her into my body.