Secret Love (Love Stings Series Book 2) (11 page)

Chapter Thirteen

Carrington

“Hey, what’s wrong? You’ve been quiet since lunch.”

I turn and look at Abby. Surprise doesn’t cover what I felt when we walked into that restaurant today and I found Damien there with a girl who was gorgeous. They looked to be really into each other. I don’t want to admit that it hurt to see him with someone else. My plan had been to just ignore them until I heard him say,
“She’s no one.”

After that, I had to get the hell out of there. I was surprised when my mom came out to talk to me. Of course I had to lie to her and tell her I just need some fresh air because I got really hot all of a sudden. When we finally went back inside, I looked at the table until I knew he was gone.

“Nothing’s wrong. I’m just tired. I swear, working third shift sucks sometimes. I’m off for the next two days, so now I have to try and stay up so I get on a better schedule, only to go back to my third shift schedule later in the week.” Abby grabs my hand and gives it a squeeze. “Sorry, don’t mind me. I’m just moody. I think today went well. I can’t believe our moms think that we can put together a wedding in less than two months, but you know it’ll be great.” I hold her hand in mine while we drive toward my apartment. “I love Ben and Natalie, and I’m so glad you have them.”

Abby flashes me a quick smile. “I’m so happy, Cari. I swear, sometimes I keep expecting things to fall apart, but then I remind myself that I’ve been through a lot and I deserve to be happy. Natalie was so upset that she couldn’t come today, but Ben is off for the first time in a week so he wanted to take her out for a daddy-daughter day.”

I love that Natalie has started calling Abby “Mommy.” Their plan is for Abby to officially adopt Natalie after they get married.

We pull into the parking lot of my apartment complex, and I give Abby a big hug before I move to climb out of her car. “Okay, so I’ll go try some dresses on and I’ll send you the pictures.”

Abby’s starting back up at school to finish getting her teaching degree. She told me what color she wanted me to wear, emerald green, and to find the kind of dress I want. She already bought her wedding dress, so I know the style I should stick to.

“I love you,” I tell her. She says the same, and I shut the door behind me.

Once I let myself into my apartment, I change into sweatpants and a t-shirt before collapsing on the sofa and binge watching a Netflix show about a girl who had been kidnapped and held in a bunker and then how she acclimates on the outside. The comedy is freaking hilarious, but I’m so exhausted. I feel my eyes start to drift shut.

***

I jerk awake at the sound of a pounding at my door. It takes a second for me to realize what the fuck is happening. Once the cobwebs clear from my brain, I walk toward the door. I don’t really need to look out the peephole to know who it is. I can just sense it’s him.

“Carrington, open the fucking door,” Damien says from the other side. I cross my arms over my chest. Do I answer it? Then I’d have to admit that he hurt me earlier, and I don’t know if I’m really ready to do that.

He pounds again. “Dammit, Carrington. Let me in so we can talk. I’m not leaving until you open the door, and just so you know, I can pick each of these locks and let myself in if I really want.”

This man is insufferable. I stomp toward the door and flip the deadbolts before flinging the door open. Again, I cross my arms over my chest as I stand in the doorway. Ugh, why does he have to be so fucking sexy? His dark hair is all disheveled. He’s wearing a dark blue Henley with the sleeves pushed up to his forearms. His tattoos peek out of the top of his shirt and on his forearms. I don’t want to admit that I’m getting all tingly at the way he fills out his jeans.

“Are you going to let me in?”

He leans against the doorjamb, and I either want to climb him or kick him in the balls.

“Fine. Come in,” I huff and walk toward the kitchen. I hear him close and lock the door. “What do you want? I think you made things pretty clear earlier when you told your girlfriend I was no one.”

I grab my bottle of white wine out of the refrigerator and pour myself a generous glass before I turn around to face him.

What I don’t expect is for him to start laughing, and I mean grab-his-belly, throw-his-head-back laughing. “I don’t think it’s very funny, asshole.”

He tries to get his laughter under control while I shoot daggers at him with my eyes. “Victoria’s my baby sister. We haven’t seen each other in a while due to both of our busy schedules, so we met up for lunch. I’m twenty-six years old. She doesn’t need to know my business because then my mom needs to know my business and honestly I didn’t know what to tell her, so I lied.” He walks toward me until we’re almost touching, and he wraps his hand around the back of my neck. “It’s nice to know that you were jealous.”

I roll my eyes and try to push him away with my good hand, but the man is solid and unmovable. His thumb brushes against my chin as I stare up at him.

“I wasn’t jealous. I honestly didn’t care.” I freeze for a second, and something occurs to me. “I thought you said you were an only child.”

“I lied. I don’t let a lot of people in so I don’t do a whole lot of sharing, but yes, I have one sister, Victoria.” I want to ask him to elaborate, but I don’t.

“Is there anything else I should know about you?”

He shakes his head and tips my head back. I feel an ache deep in my belly as he leans down. His lips brush against mine. I should push him away, I should tell him to leave, but instead I wrap my arms around his shoulders and let him pick me up. My legs immediately wrap around his waist, and my back meets the wall.

My tongue licks at the seam of his lips, and before I know it, he’s taking control of the kiss. His tongue duels with mine, and he sucks it into his mouth. I feel it when he begins to move through my apartment, and he doesn’t stop until my back hits my mattress and he’s on top of me. I welcome the weight and feel of him on top of me.

Maybe this is a mistake and maybe I’ll regret it later, but I don’t care right now. I just want to feel him inside of me. Damien’s lips move down my chin and then up to my ear. Goose bumps break out all over my skin as he licks and then nips at my earlobe. He lower his lips, kissing down my neck. He grabs the hem of my t-shirt and pulls it up over my breasts until it’s off. Damien unhooks the front of my bra and my tits pop free for his mouth to latch onto my nipple.

I cry out and arch my back as he sucks and nips at the hardened point. With his other hand, he tweaks and twists the other. He alternates between the two until my breasts and pussy ache. His lips begin to move again, this time down my stomach. I feel him untie the drawstring of my sweatpants and slowly and methodically push them down my legs.

“You are so fucking beautiful. I want to drown in you,” he whispers as he kisses back up my legs. “Spread ‘em, baby.” He grabs my thighs and pushes my legs open wide. Damien leans forward, and I can hear him breathe me in. I swear I have a mini-orgasm. “Mmmm…you smell delicious.” He begins the sweet torture of licking and sucking me.

I grip Damien’s hair, and my hips move as his tongue lashes against my core. Moan after moan rips from my mouth as I feel his thumbs spread me open and he tongue fucks me. He sucks my clit into his mouth as he thrusts a finger inside of me. I cry out and then moan as he rubs his finger against my g-spot. The pressure builds as he continues to assault my pussy. Every lick, every suck, drives me closer and closer to coming.

A whimper leaves my lips as he pulls his finger out of me, but then I cry out as he pushes two back inside of me. He taps on my g-spot over and over as a pressure unlike anything I’ve felt before starts to build inside of me. I’m so wet that I can feel my juices running down my ass. Damien sucks my clit into his mouth, and in seconds I detonate. I come so hard my back arches up off of my bed, and I grip his hair so hard that I’ve got to be hurting him, but I can’t bring myself to care.

He licks and sucks at me as he brings me down from my climax. Damien kisses his way up my body and hits my lips. I can taste myself, and I moan against his mouth. I grab his shirt by the hem and pull it quickly over his head as he undoes his pants. He barely gets them down before he’s thrusting his huge cock inside of me. Again, my back comes off of the bed, and I cry out. Will I ever get used to his huge dick being inside of me? I’m so wet that it helps as he begins to thrust in and out of me.

He grabs onto my headboard for leverage as he drives in deep. “You feel that, baby?” he whispers, his voice thick with a sexiness that makes my core clench. “You feel how deep inside of you I am?”

“Yes, oh God, yes! Fuck me hard, make it hurt!” I’m so delirious right now. I’ve never felt so much pleasure.

Damien grabs one of my legs and pushes it back, giving him access to hit me deeper than before. That tiny bite of pain makes me cry out incoherent babble. He pulls out of me, flips me over, and pulls me up by my hips before he thrusts back in and begins pounding me with punishing strokes.

“You feel so good, baby. So tight and so fucking wet. I’m going to make you come so hard.” His large body drapes over mine. He wraps one arm around me and strums my clit.

He wraps his other arm around me until his hand is around my throat and his lips are on my neck. I feel the ball inside me tighten up until it explodes, and I come with a shout and a cry.

“Oh fuck, baby. You’re squeezing my dick so hard.”

He groans against my skin before grabbing both of my hips again and pounding into me over and over and then planting himself deep as I feel him begin to pulse inside of me.

I sigh as Damien kisses down my back before slipping his softening cock out of me, and then I collapse onto my bed.

He moves my limp body around and tucks me close to his body. He wraps his arms around me, and I feel safe and loved, but I don’t let myself believe it. Damien’s hiding something from me. I can feel it.

His lips touch the back of my head, and I sigh. I roll over to face him and kiss his neck, tasting the slight saltiness of his skin, and then I snuggle in close.

“Damien, what’s going on at the club? Things seem to be changing. I don’t want to work those back rooms ever again.” I say this all in a whisper. Being in the back room while the men did coke and fucked someone who was clearly a prostitute made me feel ill.

I feel his body stiffen before he relaxes again. “Baby, it’s complicated, but trust me. You don’t have to work back there. I don’t want you working back there. When’s your test?”

“Two weeks,” I say as my fingers lightly trace his tattoos on his chest. “I’ve been studying every free moment I’ve had.”

I’ve passed the two practice tests I’ve taken, but I passed them before too. If I don’t pass, I don’t know what I’ll do.

“Let me work on a way to help you pass,” he says. He tips my face up and kisses my lips slowly and thoroughly. It’s not long before I’m straddling him and sinking down onto his length.

***

My body aches as I stretch, and my ass comes in contact with a hard dick. Very carefully, I roll over until I’m facing Damien. In sleep, he looks younger and not so intimidating. I reach out and stroke his cheek with my fingers. His face is rough with stubble, and the sound of my fingers rubbing against his cheek echoes in my room. What are we doing? Is this just sex? We haven’t really been on a date. I haven’t introduced him to any of my family, but he hasn’t either.

I’ve had casual sex, I’ve had one night stands, which I’m not exactly proud of, but I’ve never slept with someone for this long and without defining what sort of a relationship we have. Do I ask him what we are? Or do I just take it for what it is? Last night was incredible, and I can already tell I’m going to be sore, but I welcome it.

I slide out of bed and throw on my robe. In the bathroom, I take care of business and then brush my teeth. On my way to the kitchen, I throw my hair up into a messy bun. While the coffee is brewing, I pull out some eggs and bacon and get breakfast going.

I’m just scrambling eggs when Damien wraps his arms around my waist and kisses and bites at my neck. “Mornin,’ baby.” His voice is thick with sleep. I turn in his arms and kiss him quickly before grabbing him a cup of coffee. He drinks it while leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Are you working at the hospital tonight?”

“No, I actually didn’t sign up for any shifts for the next couple of weeks so I could study. Why? Do they need me to dance tonight?” Ugh, I hope not. I’ve made a lot of money, but if shit is starting to get bad there, I want out, and as quickly as possible.

“Uh, no. I wanted to see if you wanted to go out tonight.” I’m taken aback, especially since he looks nervous asking me.

“Yeah, sure. What’d you have in mind?” I ask as I scoop eggs and bacon onto our plates. I carry our plates while he carries our coffee out into the living room. We sit side by side as we eat.

“I thought maybe dinner and then we could go play some pool or something.”