The Biker's Rules

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Trying something new

***POV - Melaena

For a while everybody just sits silently, processing what we heard. Hayley got up and disappeared into the kitchen. I’m leaning back against Damion’s chest, his one hand absentmindedly stroking my arm. My nails are digging into the upholstery of the couch.

“Did our father kill our mom?” Jackson asks and he looks so cool and calm like he’s been doing the SF Chronicle sudoku. How can he be this unaffected? I close my eyes … I don’t want to hear anymore … especially not this answer if it’s a ‘yes’. I can still remember bits and pieces of my parents, but I would never have thought for a million years that they were gang leaders. Well, I was only 10 when mom died, but still.

“No, your dad has his flaws, but he truly loved your mother and you more than anything. We’re not sure who killed her, but they suspect that Harry did it out as retaliation. Additionally, it’s also conjectured that he was behind the car-bombing … but there’s no proof. Personally, I think it could actually be Alexander that had her killed, but again, it’s just speculation.”

Thank goodness it’s not dad. I don’t think I can take another shock tonight. And if I had to live with the knowledge that my father killed my mom … that would not be an easy pill to take.

“You would never think that cowardly nerdy man would do something like that though … but I guess even the biggest softy can turn evil under the right circumstances,” Uncle John mutters. I guess living through something terrible can change any person … but would it turn you into a killer? Isn’t it more of a decision you make yourself? I mean … I experienced my mother’s death … and even though I would like justice for her … I’m not going to kill her murderer when I see him. And I’m certain neither would my brothers … eh … Jackson? Maybe … but I have faith that even he is not that insane.

“Is our dad still alive?” Logan looks at Uncle John, frowning, his eyes unreadable. He seems the most knocked back of the four … but that’s typical … he’s the most emotional brother. Or maybe it’s because he’s the youngest. The rest will never reveal their feelings, each one hiding behind some kind of barricade no one dares to enter. But they do have their confidantes … the ones I suppose they confide in. Logan has Damion; Jackson has Axel; while Enrique and Ilkay have each other.

“I’m not sure. After his disappearance, he only called me a few times, but I’ve seen him from afar, standing in the shadows at the important events in your lives - like your high-school graduations, your sporting events, movie premiers …” He smiles at me and a sob rips through my body. Damion slides down the backrest, puts his arms around me, and pulls me into his chest, his chin resting on my shoulder as if he wants to protect me from the world.

“He also secretly helped me to get you, hooligans, out of your little predicaments over the years …” He looks at Damion and then at my brothers. “… like the last time you ended up in jail.” I turn my head and frown at Damion. He was in jail? When was this?

“What? I was a wild child,” he says sternly.

“WAS?” I blurted out sarcastically and he does that eye-thing with a broad grin on his face. I slap my hands over my face and turn back to find everyone eyeballing us strangely. Jackson firmly pushes Damion away, taking his place behind me. Damion walks to stand by the fireplace, his face removed from all quirkiness.

Hayley walks in with a tray filled with cups of coffee, the cream slowly flowing down the sides and pink marshmallows on top. Damion goes to take the tray from his mother and leans over, whispering something in her ear. Hayley’s eyes grow big … as if she’s shocked, before a huge smile lights up her face, and I would give my little pinky nail to know what he just said.

My wanna-be mother-in-law gives me a look, biting her lip as if contemplating something, before sitting down. Did he say something about me? Now I’m even more curious.

Damion walks around and hands each of us a cup, our eyes having a fleet meeting. What is it with him today? He’s acting weird … or rather more weird than normal. I hold my cup with both hands, feeling the heat radiating through my palms, the sweet smell of the melting mellow mixed with coffee tickles my nose. I think I might just be addicted to caffeine – if that’s possible. When he’s finished with his round, Damion comes to sit next to me and Jackson.

“Now, to get back to the messages. I believe that the messages I’m getting are connected to Mel’s stalker. Someone started sending me threatening messages around the same time D came into Mel’s life. Apparently, the person wants revenge from both me, your dad, and Garcia so it must be related to the gangs somehow.”

“So, you think it’s the same person?” Ilkay asks.

“Yes … or if not they must be connected somehow. Mel’s stalker also talked about revenge for his father … maybe the boy fell in love with Mel and is now stalking her.” I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Some sick maniac is coming after us for something that happened with his father. Something maybe my father did … or this Garcia guy … but why now? After all this time?

“It makes sense.” I’m not sure who said that because I’m preoccupied with thinking about everything going on. My mind is on something much scarier.

“Are they going to kill us?” I feel Jackson tense up as soon as the words are out of my mouth.

“NO!” Damion hisses. “I … eh … we won’t let that happen.” Hayley’s eyes light up and she looks at her son as if she’s seeing him for the first time. So does the rest of the family.

“Can’t we just give them some money and tell them to fuck off? It’s not as if we had anything to do with what happened.” This time it’s Jackson talking.

“We tried, and although he wants money, he also wants the three of us to suffer somehow. I’ve been talking to Garcia, and we’re thinking of a plan. I’ll let you know as soon as it’s finalized. Meanwhile, you have to be careful.”

My phone rings on the sofa next to us, and I jolt with shock; my nerves are on edge and I’m as tense as a rolled-up spring … I don’t even attempt to answer it. Damion picks it up. He looks at the screen and then he answers, his voice harsh.

“Can I help you?”

“She’s busy, can I give her a message?” He doesn’t sound very friendly. He puts the phone down without even saying bye, but that’s the least of my worries.

“Uhm, your boyfriend is looking for you.” I look at him as if he’s suddenly talking in another language.

“I don’t have a boyfriend.” But then I realize that he must be talking about Ren.

Damion snorts, his face pulled unpleasantly, “Okay, your ex then.”

“Stupid fucker,” Logan backs him up.

“I just need to get some fresh air.” It feels as if I’m going to faint. My mind is racing and I walk out on the veranda. It’s raining softly but I notice that there is a closed-off area with big sliding glass doors and there’s a fire burning in the fireplace. I wonder who started it and when? I slowly close the door behind me … it’s cozy and warm and I sit down on the sofa closest to the fire, folding my feet under my legs. The moonlight ocean is visible through the glass walls and it looks so peaceful. Unlike my mood. What happened to D’s dad? Was he killed by my father and Garcia? Is that why he’s out for blood? But why take it out on us? It’s like Jackson said … we didn’t do anything. Kiara and Logan join me, but nobody says a word, each one preoccupied with their own personal thoughts. After a while, Uncle John comes to greet us and leaves.

“We’re also going. Damion will take you back. His mom wants to talk to you a bit.” Jackson hugs me from behind and then they all go. The atmosphere is thick almost like a funeral. Hayley comes to sit next to me.

“You know kiddo, it’s just a matter of time before we get him. And having Garcia on our side is a huge advantage. He’s not such a bad person when you get to know him.” She puts her arm around my shoulders and I sniff hard.

“Mel, I know it’s none of my business, but as a mom, I need to know … how do you really feel about my son?”

The question surprises me and for a moment and I stop breathing, staring at the flames. How do I feel? I’m a bit thrown … I haven’t even answered that for myself … and I’m not sure I want to. I take a breath and turn my head to look at her.

“He’s a player … “ I say timidly but truthfully. He is her son after all and I know mothers can be very protective of their boys.

“That might be true,” she says and stares at the fire for a while, “BUT maybe it’s just an act because he can’t get what he wants.” I turn to look at her wondering what he wants. Chloe? Thalia? Does he even know what he wants?

“Mel, Damion hides his true self in the shadows of his past and I’m scared that he’ll get stuck there. Did you know that he has ‘rules’ to keep his life under control?”

“No,” I’m surprised as I’ve never known this about my brother’s best friend. I wonder if Logan knows?

“Yes, neh … maybe I’ve said too much.” She puts a strand of loose hair behind her ear and her vulnerability makes me want to open up to her … it feels as if I can trust this woman … or maybe it’s just me missing my mother and looking for a substitute.

“Well, to tell you the truth … I’m very confused about my feelings.” I can’t look her in the eye. This is the first time I admit my feelings to anybody, even myself.

“Can I give you some advice?” I lean onto her shoulder and nod my head softly.

“When you come to a cross-road in your life, the best thing is to always listen to your heart.” I wait silently for her to explain further, loving the way she’s stroking my hair.

“Our bodies work on instinct and can’t think. And our minds, well, it tends to think a bit too much. But the heart … the heart always knows the true path. So listen to your heart even if it’s not the easiest road.” I smile at her, trying to remember what my mom was like.

I miss her so much, especially at times like this. My mom was beautiful and she had the softest heart, she couldn’t hurt a fly – literally. She would open the window and chase any bug out instead of killing it. Yes, that was my dear, wonderful mother – an angel without wings. Oh, she could be strict, but with 5 kids as wild as us she had to be. A small smile spreads around the corner of my mouth thinking how we were almost always grounded and even double-grounded.

“I have to go, but I want you to know, that if you ever need to talk, I’ll be glad to listen.” She gets up and shouts goodbye to Damion before leaving. I just sit there, not really thinking about anything, in particular, just rushing through everything said.

Peep, peep!

D: You belong to me – stay away from HIM.

And just for effect, he adds a photo of Damion and me, feeding Hawk some carrots. It was taken earlier tonight. Another message comes through.

D: Enjoyed the meeting?

Feeling cold and hungry and suddenly a little bit afraid, I get up to look for Damion. I walk as if in a trance up the stairs towards the sound of running water. The door is open and it leads to a huge bedroom. I hear movement and notice another door leading to a bathroom, the door also wide open.

From where I’m glued to the floor I have a full view of the shower and it’s only then that my muffled brain registers what I’m looking at. I close my eyes quickly, but curiosity gets the better of me and I slowly open one eye and peek in the direction of the bathroom. The glass is a bit steamy, but I can clearly make out the large male form moving around. I bite my lip and gaze at that perfect body, rubbing soap all over and everywhere. I turn my head to get a better angle, watching his hand washing and pulling at the protruding flesh hanging between his legs.

I feel a little bit guilty and I unquestionably don’t want to get caught perving but I just can’t move. He turns the shower off and drapes a towel around his waist. Then his eyes look up at me, a surprised expression on his face.

“See anything you like?” He walks up to me and I bite my lower lip. If I have to be truthful … yes yes and yes … and add another yes … maybe a hundred more. But being truthful right now is not in my best interests … what do the intelligent people always say … never be too honest – always remember straight trees are cut first! And I don’t want to get cut tonight … it might just be painful.

He cocks his head to the side when I don’t answer but just keeps on staring at that sculpted chest. Why does he have to be so darn perfect? He puckers up a smile and a blush rush to my cheeks as I quickly turn away feeling mighty embarrassed for being caught drooling. But in my defense … his body is just insane.

“Maybe you should get cleaned up too. I’ll put some clothes for you on my bed.” He walks to the cupboard and drops the towel, exposing his blessedly naked bums of steel. I know he did it on purpose … damn, this man is not shy, and with a body like that, why should he be? He pulls on some grey tracksuit pants, hanging low around his waist. His skin is still damp and I swallow my desire back. Why couldn’t I feel like this about Ren or Alejandro or anybody else for that matter? Why him? He puts some clothes on the bed and hands me a clean towel.

“Aint you gonna take me back?” I’m suddenly nervous about being alone with him.

“Nope,” he says … just that …

“I’ll go heat up the food.” He walks down the stairs and I quickly strip and jump into the shower, making dead sure the door is closed. I let the water stream over my rundown, but somewhat horny body, my brain again contemplating everything I learned tonight. Could this Harry guy, that likely killed my mom, be the stalker? But his name starts with an H, not a D … and he must be old like Uncle John? No, I don’t think it’s him … but who then?

I take the soap, thinking about Damion using it on his body moments ago, and where it’s been. Flip, what’s wrong with me? I scrub my skin and wash my hair with shampoo. It smells masculine and earthy like Damion. Duh, Mel … of course he would smell like that. I turn off the water and wrap the towel around me. Inside my bag, I find a clean panty … thank the heavens I always carry one around in case my period suddenly starts. I slide into the oversized black T-shirt that Damion placed on the bed for me. The tracksuit pants, however, keeps falling off so I discard them – the shirt is long enough to cover everything that needs to be covered.

I walk downstairs, smelling the food, and my tummy grumbles in anticipation – I haven’t realized exactly how hungry I am until now. Damion is busy taking out plates, his back towards me, and I take a moment to encompass the ripple movements of his defined muscles. I pick up my phone from the counter and walk closer to him before speaking.

“Can I help with something?” He turns around and then he does a double-take, his eyes slowly scanning over my body, dressed in his shirt - his eyes lingering on my legs. He swallows slowly, his eyes turning to an almost forest green. Could it be that I have the same effect on him as he has on me? Nope, all he sees is a vagina he can have his way with. And if I want to survive I can never let that happen.

“My eyes are up here.” He moves his eyes slowly back up and then they hook into mine. For an indefinite amount of time, we stay like that, just staring at each other. Although I’m a hopeless romantic … I never believed in those storybook stares … until now.

“It’s just the first time I’ve seen a girl wearing my clothes, and for some reason, it looks way better on you than me.” I feel another blush moving up from my neck and slowly turn around so he doesn’t notice.

“Do you want to eat outside?” I nod, not trusting my voice, and he hands me a plate filled with chicken pie, potato salad, carrots, and garlic bread. I look at the plate confused.

“I thought your mom brought takeaways?” He laughs, and I love the way it sounds.

“My mom doesn’t do takeaways.”

“Oh, I think I might just be in love with your mom.” I take a big bite out of the bread giving a loud satisfying moan.

“It’s so good.” I talk with my mouth still full of food. Damion looks at me pulling his mouth skew, a strange glint in his eyes. We sit at a wooden table with benches in the closed part of the veranda, overlooking both the pool and the ocean.

“So, if I make you a meal, topping this one, will you then fall in love with me?” His green eyes are layered, so I can’t see if he’s serious or not.

“It’s not that easy, it will take you at least four meals, maybe five.” I wink at him, playing along, “and they’ll have to be extra spectacular.”

“Five it is. Does breakfast count?” I just shake my head.

“You’re something else, you know.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He wiggles his eyebrows and gives me a big BEAST-smirk. I take another bite, and I moan again softly this time, closing my eyes. Damn this food is good.

“Can you please stop doing that?” I open one eye and look at him.

“What? It’s a compliment … this food is delicious.” I gesture around with my fork in my hand. He looks at me with a meaningful shamefaced expression.

“Mel, it sounds ...” he nervously scratches his head, “… umm … seductive and makes me ... eh ...” He shifts his position looking rather uncomfortable and then I grasp what he means. I look at him bug-eyed and then drop my gaze with some faint curiosity to his crop. His pants have a definite bulge protruding. I stare at it unconsciously … not intending to but I also can’t look away. I bite my lip and although I’m blushing I just can’t let this opportunity to get him back slip through my fingers … or that’s what I’m telling myself.

“Oh, sorry. NOT! Mmm, mmm, mmm,” I tease … or am I flirting … hoping deep inside that something will happen? He swears softly and pushes onto his private parts with his hand, then takes the plates back to the kitchen and props them in the washer – roughly – I can even hear it from out here.

I check my phone only to find I’ve missed a few messages. I open the first one.

Kiara: You sleeping over?

I type back.

Mel: Explain later #facetofacegirltalk

The next message is from my stalker again. I open it while holding my breath.

D: Mayday! Mayday! Trouble is coming.

Doesn’t he have anything better to do than stalk me? I throw my hands in the air and let out a scream before falling onto the sofa. I gaze into the fire, watching the flickering of the flames; the shadows it creates; the soft crackling sound, and feel the hate gripping my heart. I type a reply.

Mel: Show your face coward!

He answers almost immediately.

D: Soon.

I throw the phone violently onto the sofa just as Damion walks in. He grabs it and looks at the message, mumbling, “I’ve put the coffee machine on.”

But instead of going back to the kitchen, he sits down next to me and covers us with a warm blanket, pulling me into his arms so we’re lying down, him spooning me from the back. He strokes my arm and although we’re not speaking, it’s not awkward at all. It just feels as if this is how it’s supposed to be. Me and him. How can I feel so comfortable in the arms of somebody I hate? Well, if I have to be honest, I think that the hate kite has flown years ago … I just have to let go of the string.

I’m starting to think that I’ve never hated Damion Grimm. But I, now more than ever, have to keep this man at a distance cause he’s extremely dangerous. My body disagrees with that statement and overruns my mind. Yep, Haley was right ... the body can’t think and is dumb as a donkey. Right here, right now is exactly where my body wants to be, in Damion Grimm’s arms. My mind warns me he’s a player and man-whore - the ‘evil one’ and trouble – that he’s gonna break my heart and steal my soul … that he’s in love with Chloe or Thalia. BUT right now I don’t want to listen to that. Right now I feel safe and comfortable. Right now my heart is just a ticking organ. Right now I just want to be. I close my eyes and wiggle my body closer to him.

“Mel! Do you want to kill me?” He whispers and then I feel his manhood pressing against my back.

“Sorry.” I whimper, keeping my body as still as possible. He kisses my head softly again and pulls me tighter against him, his hand trailing up and down my arm, leaving goosebumps as far as it goes.

“Don’t worry, I’m pretty much used to being blue-balled around you.”

“So, is this how you pick up women? Feeding them good food so that they’re too full to resist.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m not stupid or blind, you are what you are. And I’m not your type.”

“What type is that?” he scuffs.

“Slutty brunettes.”

“Are you sure about that?” He cocks his brow slightly. I feel my body stiffen, my heart missing more than one beat, as jealousy sticks its ugly fingers down my throat. I know how I sound, but I don’t care.

“Yep, Thalia, Chloe … need I say more?”

“Mel, are you jealous?” He sounds amused. Ug, he knows just how to piss me off instantly.

“NO! Just forget it,” I’m a little too loud … but it’s because he’s right … I am jealous! I try to move away from him, feeling rather stupid and a little sad – but it’s not easy when you have a steel grip around your body that’s not letting go.

“Mel, don’t even try! I’m warning you!” His voice is laced with danger and authority, and a chill runs through me. But stuff him solid – my heart burns and laying like this is not helping.

“I hate you!” I struggle some more, but after a few minutes, I realize that it’s no use. He’s not going to loosen his grip.

“Liar!” OMG, he’s impossible. I can understand why he’s friends with my brothers … they’re all the freaking same egotistical controlling heartless bastards.

Then I have an idea. I don’t know where I get the courage from but I wiggle my ass against him and groan seductively. I feel him tense up, but then he lets out a little laugh into my hair.

“Oh, so you’re going to play that game?” Suddenly it doesn’t feel like the best idea I ever had, cause Damion’s arms are still holding me, but now, his one hand is moving up my thigh seductively, slowly tracing my burning skin.

Ship. I’m frozen as I feel his fingers move up and up under my shirt and then he cups my breast and strokes my betraying overeager hard nipple. A real moan escapes my lips before I can help myself, and lust pools between my legs as my betraying body curls back, pressing into him. Fudge, my plan backfired completely. I should have known. He’s the master of sex and this is the first time a guy landed a hand on my breast. I’m way out of my league – I don’t know what I’m doing, he was right.

“Never start what you can’t finish, angel.” He semi-whispers, somewhat hoarse. He removes his hand but I’m not sure it’s what I want. I moan and then his lips nibble at the skin of my neck.

“Soon, angel, soon.” I don’t register, my mind still twirling in my head. What did Hayley say again, don’t listen to your body or your mind. Well, my body just betrayed me solidly, my mind is a mess ... and I can’t seem to locate my heart at this exact moment. I close my eyes, feeling angry for wanting him to continue, my body weak with desire – the type you find in fairytales. I feel a little comfort in the fact that he’s definitely affected if the hardness pressing against my bum is any indication.

“Damion!” My brother’s voice echoes through the air, making both of us jolt up and we fall off the sofa.

“Fuck!” Damion scolds, “I must take back my freaking keys,” he grumbles irritatedly. “Stay here and out of sight, I’ll handle him.”

He gets up and walks to the house and I pull the blanket tight. I peep over the back of the coach and there’s no sight of him or my brother. Slowly I get out and creep up to the window where I can hear Enrique’s voice coming from the kitchen. My knuckles turn white … that’s how tight I’m holding onto that blanket.

“I don’t know why I even try, you never want to have a good time anymore. I swear you’re worse than Ilkay.” Enrique is almost shouting. I wipe my hands over my eyes and spy to see what the racket is all about.

“You know your dick is going to fall off if you never use it! You’ve been celibate for months now? Or are you just holding out on us?” Enrique pauses and I peep more through the window, “ Are you eating a side-dish?” my brother continues but now his voice sounds curiously worried. Damion looks very agitated, he palms his hands onto the kitchen counter, biting his teeth.

“Enrique, you know how I operate and you know my rules. I’m not getting pussy on the side, I just don’t want to go out or fuck around.” It seems as if Enrique doesn’t even hear a word he’s saying. Then his eyes grow wide and he looks at Damion, putting a supporting hand on his shoulder.

“Well, either you turned gay or you’re cat-dragged.” Cat dragged? What does that even mean? I seriously need to top up my sexual education, that’s for sure. “It must be. The old Damion would never give up an opportunity to get laid,” my brother continues, squinting his eyes as he scans the man’s face. I know that look – Enrique is looking for clues … and he’s very perceptive. What if we get caught? How are we gonna explain this? I’m definitely not supposed to be here … dressed in his shirt. Damion holds up his hands defensively.

“Dude, I’m for sure not gay! I just want something else … something I’ve been waiting for for years, okay.”

Enrique looks at the counter, squinting his eyes, and then he gets an oh-shit expression on his face. I notice the two cups, waiting to be filled with coffee. Flip! My heart drops to my knees.

“OMG, you’re seriously dragged! Shit!” Damion is also looking at the betraying cups, his face unreadable. Enrique’s attitude turned serious in a matter of a second, his voice much softer. Damion doesn’t confirm or deny the statement.

“Who is she?” Enrique starts walking around the table.

Chloe, Thalia ... Thalia, Chloe ... Chloe, Thalia ... I chant the answer in my head.

“It’s complicated, bro. I don’t want to jinx anything. Now get the fuck out.” Enrique laughs his evil laugh and aims straight at the sliding doors. He knows and he’s going to find me any minute now! Panicking, I run around the corner of the house. I push my back tight against the wall, holding my breath. The coldness of the concrete sweeps through the thin T-shirt material, but I’m not even feeling it.

All I’m aware of is Enrique’s footsteps leading up to the corner, stopping inches from where I’m trying to be invisible. I’m sure he’s going to hear the thunder of my eagerly beating heart any second now.

He’s standing right there. I close my eyes … yeah as if that’s gonna help. Then he walks back to the house.

“Shit, I think hell just froze over.” His voice is further away so I count to ten and let out the breath I was holding. Fucking jittersticks that was close! I risk peeping around the corner.

“Okay, I know she’s here, BUT I won’t look any further … IF you confess right now that you fucking fell in love,” my brother’s face is all serious.

“Fine, I’ve lost my heart … happy now?” Damion pushes him towards the door. Enrique is still talking and using big hand gestures but leaves reluctantly. Damion shuts the door behind him and hooks in the security chain.

I walk into the kitchen with a big smile, feeling the rush from almost getting caught spilling over me. Damion pours coffee into the cups that almost cost us our lives and then he shoves me up the stairs and into his room.

“We’re going to try something new.” I look at him with a baffled face and he pulls a sweet innocent smile while hitting me on my ass.

“I’m not going to sleep with you just so you can keep your manhood from falling off.”

“Well, if you don’t want to sleep, we could always stay awake.” He winks at me while pulling me into his bed and his arms, before covering us with a quilt. I lie as if frozen, my head and hand on his chest. What is it about this boy that wants me to break all the rules without even batting an eyelid?

“So, what did you mean then?” He coughs sheepishly and I can see he’s a bit unnerved.

“I’ve never slept with a girl before.” I cock my head, not believing a word I hear. There’s no way this man is still the big V. Hell no.

“You’re still a virgin?” I spit it out sarcastically, not sure what he meant by that statement. He laughs out loud, his normal self-confidence back again.

“No, oh hell, no Mel. I just never SLEPT with a girl before.” He sighs and tries to explain, probably seeing the total confusion written all over my face. How is it possible that this man never slept with a woman, any woman?

“Firstly, I have rules to keep me ... mmm, eh, let’s just say that a girl in my bed, sleeping in my arms is not allowed, so this is going to be a first for me.” Suddenly a little warm feeling fills my already confused heart. At least I’m his first at something.

“So you want to tell me that no girl ever slept in this house?”

“Well, no, never. Except for Thalia and mom, but that’s different.” And the warm feeling is gone, replaced with a freezing one, just like that. He twists my hair around his finger as if he didn’t just break away a small piece of my heart

His hand moves up and cups my breast again like when we were on the sofa, but it’s as if he’s doing it inconsequential, his breathing steady as if he’s almost asleep. This time I let my mind win, so I remove his hand and place it back on my tummy, holding it there.

“Damion,” I whisper softly in the dark turning my head on his chest to look up at his face. His eyes are closed and he looks so peaceful – like a demonic angel.


“If you touch my boob like that again I’ll chew off your balls,” I murmur before I close my eyes.

“Sounds kinky!” He mumbles sleepily and I can’t help but smile a little. Cocky ass. I listen to his rhythmic breathing and close my eyes happily.

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