Secret Love (Love Stings Series Book 2) (4 page)

Chapter Six

Carrington

I step out of my shower and dry off then stare at myself in the mirror. I’m disgusted with myself. I had an orgasm in the middle of the club giving the one person who hates me a lap dance. The minute I placed his hands on my ass, I felt a tingling sensation all the way to my clit, and the moment I came in contact with his hard cock I couldn’t stop myself from grinding against it and wishing it was inside of me, like I was some whore.

I take my hair down once I’m dried off and throw on my nightgown, and then I walk out to the kitchen to get a glass of wine. I really wish Abby was here, but she’s at Ben’s tonight. Since I’ve started dancing I’ve got about a thousand dollars saved, so maybe I should quit and just go back to the hospital full-time. It’s clear I need to get away from Damien. All I seem to do is piss him off.

I slam back my glass of wine and pour one more when there’s a knock on my door. It makes me nervous because it’s one o’clock in the morning.

“Cari, open the door.” Damien’s voice carries through it.

Making my way toward the door, I freeze in front of it. Do I open it and feel his wrath or do I ignore him and hope that he goes away? I grab the doorknob and take a deep breath. I flip the deadbolts, and before I can even open the door it’s flying open. Damien grabs me under the arms and lifts me. My legs automatically wrap around his waist. His lips are on mine so hard, I swear I can taste blood.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders as I grind against him. He moans against my mouth, using my wall to hold me up as he lets go of me to grab my nightgown and rip it open. Damien lifts me high so he can suck a nipple into his mouth. My cries echo through my apartment as he lavishes it with attention, causing it to stiffen. He bites at my sensitive flesh.

My hips move against him. Can he tell that I’m not wearing any panties? He switches to the other nipple and gives it the same treatment. I sift through his hair, gripping it tight and causing him to growl against my breast. He bites at the flesh at the top of my boob and begins to suck, marking me. I should stop him. How would I be able to cover it? But right now I don’t care.

“Yes,” I moan.

Damien’s hands slide down until they’re under my nightgown, and I know the exact moment he feels my bare pussy because his body tenses and then he slides one finger inside of me. My head flies back and hits the wall with a thunk as he pumps it in and out of me. Every time he taps my magic spot deep inside my tight channel, I shudder around his digit, moaning.

“You’re so wet, baby. Do you want my cock in your tight little pussy?” he breathes against my ear.

“God, yes. Please fuck me,” I groan. I feel desperate and needy.

“Take me out.”

My hands slide down between us, and I unbutton his pants. The sound of his zipper sliding down sounds loud in my apartment. I slide my hand inside, and when I connect with his cock my eyes widen as I look up at him. I’ve never in my entire life felt a cock this big. He’s long and thick. Fuck, I don’t think he’s going to fit.

“Oh, I’ll fit. You’re going to love it,” he says before nipping at my ear lobe and stroking that spot inside me relentlessly. “Oh fuck, baby. I can feel it coming. Give it to me.”

I explode around him and feel the gush rush out of me. He groans against my skin, and before I can react he’s sheathing himself and is at my opening. He presses in. In and out he begins to move, each time pressing in further and further. My eyes drift shut, but he growls at me to open them. His face is so close to mine that I reach out, cupping his cheek. I moan long and loud as he fills me full to bursting.

He holds my stare as he stays buried deep inside of me. Something is happening between us. I can’t put it into words, but I can feel it. His eyes hold mine captive as he finally starts to move. With every deep thrust, my back hits the wall and I give him a half moan, half cry. I am so ready to come that it’s starting to become painful. He tips my hips, which makes him hit me even deeper, if that’s even possible. With his other hand, he reaches between us and uses his thumb to stroke my clit.

“Oh my God, oh shit!” I cry out just as I explode around him. I grab onto his shoulders, digging my nails into his flesh as my body tries to suck him in even deeper. He continues to pound into me as my orgasm threatens to consume me.

“I’m gonna come,” he groans out as he thrusts once, twice. He holds himself deep on the third and leans forward, burying his face in my neck. He’s still so deep inside me that I can feel each pulse of his cock as he comes.

His face stays buried in my neck as we both try to gain our composure. My heart is still pounding away in my chest, and my pussy feels like it’s thumping in time with my heart around his cock. Damien’s lips press against my neck, and it sends chills across my body.

I whimper as his softening cock slips out of me. With a gentleness that surprises me, he slowly helps me lower my feet to the floor. His hands slide into my hair, and he tips my head back. I bite my lip as I stare up at him. He’s so large, and he towers over my five-foot-six frame. It makes me feel safe, treasured.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. I tried to stay away from you, I swear to God I did.” He presses his lips against my forehead and sighs.

After the both of us stood in my living room in awkward silence, he kisses my lips and asks me where the bathroom is. I point down the hall. “First door on the left.”

“I’ll be right back. Thanks, baby.”

He disappears into the bathroom, and I look down at myself. The big rip in my nightgown exposes my breasts, and on one I’ve got a huge hickey. I shake my head and hold it closed.

Back in my room, I slide another nightgown over my head just as Damien steps out of the bathroom. On silent feet, he steps inside my bedroom and wraps his arms around me from behind. Now that my post-orgasmic fog has faded, I turn in his arms and stare up at him.

“What are you doing here? What was that?” Of course it’s a little late to ask since I just had sex with him.

He reaches out again and tenderly strokes my cheek. “I told you. I tried to stay away from you. I’ve tried being a dick, I’ve tried using other girls, but you’re all I’ve thought about.” I don’t know if I should be flattered or pissed that he slept with other girls instead of me. “I shouldn’t be here,” he says solemnly.

“Don’t go.” I push up on my toes and touch my lips to his. In seconds, he’s got me up in his arms and then on my bed.

***

My eyes drift open, and last night starts replaying in my mind. I hadn’t expected Damien to spend the night, but he did. When he stripped out of his shirt, I got to see his ink. It covered almost every inch of his upper body and arms. The tattoos were vibrant and beautifully done. He also had a piercing on each nipple. When we crawled into my bed, he pulled me to him. I rested my head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arms around me, hugging me close.

We didn’t talk. We both drifted to sleep. I don’t know what time it was when he woke me up, but it was with his mouth on my neck. Slowly he worked me into a frenzy and then fucked me slow, so slow and oh so good. My orgasm wasn’t explosive like earlier, but it was long and languid.

I slowly roll over. Damien’s on his side, facing me. In sleep, he looks so relaxed, peaceful. At the club, he always looks like he’s ready to fight. I reach out and trace the tattoo on his chest. That’s one thing I’ve never really thought about doing. I’ve gotten my belly button pierced, but that’s it. I’m not a big fan of needles. I trace around one of his nipple rings before moving across to the other.

I wiggle until we’re chest to chest. I press my lips to his neck and slide my hand around his waist as I snuggle closer to him, breathing in his scent, woodsy with a hint of sweat. He wraps an arm around my waist and tangles his legs with mine.

“Go back to sleep, babe. It’s too early,” he mutters, his voice husky.

When his lips touch the top of my head, I swoon a little. I close my eyes and settle against him as my eyes drift shut.

***

My eyes flutter open, and I see that my bed is empty. Disappointment fills me, but I see a note on my nightstand under my phone. As soon as I pick it up, I unfold it and read.

Hey babe, I had shit to do today, but we should talk later. I’ll stop by and see if you’re home tonight.

Damien

I set the note back down and look at my phone. It’s noon, and I’m running late for lunch with all the women in my family. I hop out of bed and quickly regret it. I feel like I’ve been beaten up. I cup myself between my legs. I’m freaking sore. Limping into the bathroom, I grab some ibuprofen and swallow them down. While I wait for them to kick in, I carefully step into the shower.

The hot water feels good beating down on my sore muscles. I’ve had great sex before, but last night he did things to my body, especially with that beautiful cock of his, that I’ve never experienced before. I’ve never been this sore afterward either, but it’ll be a delicious reminder for me.

I climb out of the shower, feeling a lot better, and I run through my morning routine. My hair hangs down in loose waves, and my makeup is light. I decided on a maxi dress with a cardigan and jeweled sandals. Not my usual outfit, but I just feel like wearing something different.

Normally I’d wear a short skirt or shorts and a top that showed some skin, but maybe since I take off my clothes for a living now I just feel like keeping myself covered. I make my way toward The Waterfront, where my mom, grandma, aunts and cousins are all meeting for lunch. I’m looking forward to seeing everyone since it’s been a while since I’ve seen them all.

Pulling into the parking lot, I hop out of my car and run toward the restaurant. I make my way inside and find the women in my family gathered around a long table.

“Hey, guys!”

I make my way around the table, hugging and kissing everyone. Abby has an empty chair next to her, so I sit down next to her. Her boyfriend’s little girl, Natalie, is sitting in her lap.

“Hey, stranger, I’ve missed you!” Abby’s pretty much been living with Ben, her boyfriend. Weird stuff has been happening to them. Abby has been getting prank calls, someone approached Ben’s daughter at the park, and someone slashed Ben’s tire.

She leans over and kisses my cheek. “I’ve missed you too.”

“Hey, Natalie. You look so pretty today.”

The little girl flashes me a bright smile. My mom looks across the table and gives me a sad smile, and I realize I haven’t called her like Dad wanted me to. I feel horrible. I get up and move around the table.

“Hey, Mom. How are you?” I wrap my arms around her and kiss her cheek.

“Hi, baby. I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever. How’s the job going? Are they working you too hard?” My mom and I look a lot alike. Her hair has more brown than red, but I have the same blue eyes as her. She still has an amazing figure, which I know she works very hard at. She looks at my outfit and then back up at me. “You look beautiful, by the way.”

“Thanks, Mom, and sorry. Work has kept me busy, but things are good, and no they’re not working me too hard.”

I make my way back to my seat while I feel a knot form in my belly. My brother does nothing wrong in their eyes while all my life they’ve been hard on me. Ugh, I shake my head. This isn’t the time to feel sorry for myself.

After lunch and Abby’s big announcement, we all say our goodbyes. I told Abby that I’d go pick up some bridal magazines and bring them over to Ben’s so we can start planning. Stopping in Walgreen’s, I grab a couple of different ones off the rack and then head toward Ben’s place. The whole drive there, I think about last night with Damien and what he wants to talk about. I’m sure it’ll be to tell me that he made a mistake, and then he’ll go back to treating me like shit again.

When I pull into Ben’s driveway and shut off my car, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Abby comes tearing out of the front door with Natalie in her arms, blood running down her face, and she’s screaming. I scramble out of the car and run toward them, reaching for Natalie just as Abby goes down. Natalie clings to me, hysterically crying as I start screaming for help.

One of Ben’s neighbors comes running across their yard. They’ve already called 911, and I can hear the sirens. I try to give Natalie to the woman that rushed over, but she won’t let go of me. The police arrive first and disappear inside Ben’s house. The paramedics and a fire truck show up right after.

In a flurry of activity, they put Abby on a stretcher and some man I’ve never seen on another. They tell me what hospital they’re taking Abby to, and with Natalie in my arms I start making the dreadful calls.

***

Damien

I really hated leaving Carrington earlier today, but I had shit to do. A note wasn’t probably the smartest move, but she was sleeping so peacefully and I didn’t want to wake her. Before I left, I took the chance to check out her body more closely. She’s a beautiful woman, and in sleep she looks like a red-headed angel. Her skin is satiny smooth. I knew she was probably sore today and I should’ve warned her, but I needed to be inside of her with an urgency that freaked me out.