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The cat is out of the bag

***POV – Melaena

I stare at the strikingly bountiful hunky specimen next to me. He looks so much like an angel when he’s sleeping … innocent and vulnerable … and it touches the deepest parts of my heart for some reason. I better enjoy the sight cause soon we might be blowing out our last breaths … my family has seen the pictures posted on the net.

We had a great first date, everything was perfect - except for the stupid man taking photos of us in a very awkward situation that’s now splattered over the whole World Wide Web. Yes, I checked as soon as I woke up and it’s not flattering … nope.

Damion’s hand is clearly under my dress, while he’s snogging me, and I’m melted against his chest, my hand suspiciously close to his crotch.

The heading: Damion Grimm, racing his best friend’s sister! And it explains that Damena is official … the secret revealed … and so on and so on … ug.

Damion called Dean last night and gave him a heads-up about the bomb that’s going to explode on social media. He assured us that he’ll sort it out and that things are not as bad as it seems.

But I’m still scared shipless, I mean, I’m officially Damion Grimm’s girlfriend, in every sense of the way … I handed my heart to the devil for everybody to see, trusting him to keep it safe.

On paper, it doesn’t seem like the best option, giving myself to the badass playboy… cause now, if he drops my heart, the whole world will witness my destruction and I will lose everything, including my dignity and pride.

My eyes move over the angelic face, his long black eyelashes lying against his perfect skin, and my heart tells me he’s worth the risk. I promised to trust him … to fight for him and I will. Okay, maybe that fight is coming a little sooner than expected – a lot sooner – like today … but still.

“You’re staring again.” He mumbles, eyes still closed. Damn him and his devil senses.

“I’m not staring, I’m drooling. There’s a difference.” He opens one eye and a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

“So, you like my body?”

“Oh, yeah, I LUVE your body, it’s the other parts of you I have a problem with.” He tangles his hand with mine. His other arm is now folded under his head and his face is rather close.

“Can I ask you a question?” Since I’m his girlfriend now, shouldn’t I know everything about him?

“Yep.” His eyes keep mine prisoner.

“Why were you in jail?” He pushes his fingers through his hair and turns on his back, sliding both hands under his head.

“Which time?” He looks at me and smirks. “Told you I was a wild child.” I just shake my head and pull an I-believe-that face that makes him snigger and I’m so addicted to his laugh.

“Okay, once Logan and I were grounded … our bikes were locked up. But there was this party we needed to go to, so we stole one of Uncle John’s cars. The evil Gemini psychos decided to report the car as stolen to the police just to get us into trouble. Then they made an anonymous call as to our whereabouts. We tried to run from the cops but ended up in the ER, and the car in the scrapyard. We spent the night in jail before they dismissed the charges.”

“Then there were a few fights, usually because one of us hooked up with some other guy’s girl.” I shake my head. Typical.

“Oh yeh, and when I was like 15 I stole a horse ’cause it was underfed and abused. The owner had me thrown in jail, but eventually, he ended up there instead of me. The poor colt was only a year old and my parents adopted him.” He pauses for a moment, “and he’s still with us. You can meet him later.”

“So, you’re actually a softy under all that bad-boy bravado.” He starts laughing and I put my hand on his chest, the way his muscles ripple under my touch is something I’ll never get tired of.

He suddenly turns deadly serious, his expression hidden under his normal layer of emotionlessness. I feel his muscles tighten under my hand.

“But the worst time I spent in jail was being investigated for someone’s death,” his voice sounds unfamiliar … pained … broken. I look at his face … the dejected look on it fills me with grief. He stares at the ceiling, wetness in his eyes … and for a moment I’m able to see the demons hiding in the shadows of his mind. It scares me. Not scared that I want to run away … no, scared that they will consume him. I will not let that happen … not while I’m alive that is.

I gasp and notice that I’m clinging to Damion’s arm with a grip that’s probably hurting him, but he doesn’t seem to even feel it. He blinks a few times, putting up his shield again. But I’ve seen it … I know now that it’s there … and I’m going to fix whatever is the cause of him being broken like this. He looks at my probably still shocked face and leans in and kisses my breath away. Damn this man can turn up the heat in seconds.

His phone vibrates on the bedside table and he reluctantly lets me go to look at the incoming message. I notice Chloe’s name. He doesn’t even open it, just throws the phone back onto the table with a grunt.

“What’s the thing between you and Chloe?” I ask earnestly … not that I don’t trust him … more like I don’t trust her.

“The THING between me and Chloe?” He pulls his brows up and giggles softly.

“Really?” he sneers, “Well, her dad is the CEO of Bear Inc. and they sponsor and make all our riding gear. Chloe is another one of those fangirls that you just can’t shake, no matter how hard you try. She plays a small part in some or other sitcom and thinks she’s the next Julia Roberts, so whenever she’s in town she tries to hang around me to gain publicity. It’s rather annoying.”

“Have you ever … you know … ” A deep laugh shudders his body and my vagina clenches in response.

“No, I haven’t fucked Chloe. But I think Logan might have, once.” We lie in silence for a while, each one caught in their own thoughts.

“Mel, I’m not going to screw this up … I want you to know that.”

“Really?” I look at him, biting my lip, knowing by now that it drives him mad. His eyes turn dark like wet leaves and then he tosses me around so my body is lying under him. His lips are almost touching mine. And then his lips come crashing down on mine. I’ll never ever ever ever EVER get tired of his kisses. And I know that no one can match this. Hell, I have kissed boys before, but now it feels like that was just a sloppy over-eager exchange of spit. Then my stupid mind gives up the fight and joins my body and heart, and I realize that all of me love Damion Grimm for real.

The problem is just that I don’t know if he loves me back the exact same. Yeh, I know he feels something for me but is it the real thing? I push him back and he complains with a deep growl; rolling over; pulling me with him.

“We have a date with death, Mr. Grimm and you better get your stinky ass ready.”

“If this is our last moment, I want to remember it at least.” He puts his hand behind my head and forces me closer for another kiss while his hand travels under my shirt, and the other one moves down to my ass. I melt my body into him. His hand sends those electric shivers up and down my flesh. This is so much better than any dream and I feel my body warming up. One hand plays with my breast and the other one runs up and down my leg inching closer to my heated, soaking vagina. My body arch all by itself and a mindless groan escapes my throat. This is pure heavenly bliss. Then he takes his hands away, just like that.

“Damion Grimm! What the fudge?” I scold him and he laughs and throws me onto the bed before jumping up. Then he turns around and takes off his shorts, and I’m spitless again staring at that well-proportioned fine behind. He looks at me over his shoulder, tightening a towel around his lower body.

“I need a really cold shower, but you could always join me, I mean, save water and all that shit. I’m sure the planet earth would be grateful for the effort, I know I will be – grateful that is.”

“You’re unbelievable.” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“And you love it,” he says while walking into the bathroom … leaving open the door like always. I realize he does that on purpose … putting the ball in my hands so to speak. He never forces me to have sex … never even asks me about it … and I appreciate that so much.

Holding out on something like sex must be really hard for someone like him – I’ve done my investigation by asking Enrique, Axel, Logan, and Jackson about how they would feel if they can’t have sex for a while – and the answer was the same each time … they would die, getting blue-balled and so on.

I put some clothes on my still-heated body and fall back onto the bed with a sigh. He’s right, I love everything about him. And whatever that was that he did just now with his hands … I could get addicted to that for sure. For the first time in my life, I feel ready … ready to give myself completely to somebody … ready to give up my virginity.

He walks out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his still-wet body. He pulls me from the bed and into an embrace. Oh, my decomposed soul this man knows how to get my libido into overdrive, and he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Damion, if you don’t want me to rape you right now, you better let go.” That was not exactly what I planned to say, it was more what I was secretly thinking, but it slipped out and there are no take-backs now. He has a gigantic smirky grin on his face, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Angel, you can misuse my body any way you want,” he lets me go and gets dressed, “but not right now. At least I can earnestly tell your brothers that I haven’t fucked their sister … yet.” He winks at me and I swallow down the lump in my throat. I’ve forgotten about those jerks. They’re probably going to show up at his parents’ house any minute now.

Last night Damion phoned Axel … explaining the whole situation to him … asking if he would try and alleviate things on that side and also that he would lie to my brothers and tell them that Damion slept over at his childhood home. We didn’t want the whole Blackburn bunch to storm in here unexpectedly … thinking that his parents can help cushion the tempers so to speak.

We walk hand in hand along the path toward his home, but today there’s no sun seeping through the trees cause the sky is misty and cloudy. It gives the once happy cheerful greenery a somber spooky look. Instead of lush green waves, the grass looks dull grey and even the small animals are hiding. My phone vibrates and I almost jump out of my skin causing Damion to look at me with worried eyes.

“Are you okay? I could go alone.” I’ve never seen the expression on his face before and it makes my heart warm, you know, like when you look at a litter of cute puppies. I look at my phone.

Axel: The doom squat is en route!

Damion reads the message out loud over my shoulder and gives a grunt. I type a message to warn his mother.

Mel: Be ready, they’re on their way.

“I think my mother likes you more than me.” I snigger at him sulking, pushing out his lip.

“Ug, you’re such a baby, just get over it mama’s boy.” He stops walking and glares at me with a frown.

“I’m going to get my revenge, and it ain’t gonna be pretty.”

“Oh, just see the terror in my eyes.” I wiggle my body as if I’m scared and he just shakes his head while opening the door of his parents’ house. He gestures for me to go first, but as soon as I step through the door he hauls me back with so much force that I fall backward into his arms. Before I can even scream he pushes me against the wall and kisses the living daylights out of me. I must say I love this punishment a little too much.

“Ew, that’s disgusting!” I pull my lips from Damion and see Luke standing there staring at us with a distasteful face.

“Are you two finished?” Hayley looks at us with a big smile. I shove my lips into a line and try to look in any direction not occupied by a human being.

“Not really.” Damion let me go reluctantly and grabs his mom into a hug. Luke runs and jumps onto my back, his little arms around my neck, holding on tight. I walk with him hanging onto me like a superhero cape to great Hayley and Deimos, now standing behind his wife.

“Are you ready?” he asks looking at his son.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“I think we better keep this outside in case of physical violence. I don’t want to have to use my home insurance to replace broken furniture. Come with me, son.” Deimos puts his hand supportively on his son’s shoulder and looks at him sympathetically. Damion winks at me before he walks away with his father. He doesn’t look fazed, he doesn’t even look anxious or scared.

“Luke, I think you need to go play in your room for a little while,” Hayley tells her little one, removing him from my back with a loving smile. Luke shakes his head and runs up the stairs without complaints.

“Dad, promise me you won’t intervene … no matter what happens. I know those boys … they have to take their anger out on me before they’ll accept this.” I hear Damion say. I can’t believe he’s so calm about this. “Let them beat me to a pulp if they want … you can fix me later.” Is he crazy or something? He must be! Because no normal person would be so cool about getting beaten up. Me, on the other hand, I’m shaking so badly, as if I’m stuck in neck-deep snow. Hayley grabs my arm and drags me to the kitchen.

“Let’s get some wine, dol, it seems as if you need it right now.” She hands me a glass and I pour myself some of the red liquid and down the whole glass in one gulp before sitting on one of the high chairs at the breakfast nook. I still don’t know how Damion can be so cool and calm about this.

Damion made me promise last night that I would stay out of the fight … no matter what happens. He explained to me last night that he can take them on … except for Jackson … that’s where the problem lies … the psycho twin. But Damion said he’ll try and talk to them first … maybe they won’t even fight. But I’m still not convinced that things are going to go down that easily. It’s not above the Blackburn boys to use any means necessary… and my brothers have scary thoughts in those fuckedup minds of them. Ask me I know. I toy with the heart around my neck as if it will help in any way.

“So what’s the scoop here?” She leans over, eyes bright and shiny, looking at me to share more details with her.

“Damion asked me to be his girlfriend last night. You know it was our first real date and the press just caught us … eh … ”

“Snogging.”

“Yeh, that … and now he’s going to die.”

“Oh boy.” She takes a huge sip of her wine and rolls her eyes. “Can I ask you a personal question, how do you really feel about my boy?” I smile dreamily, thinking, and then take a deep breath.

“When I’m not with him I can’t stop thinking about him and when I am with him, I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, and it’s epic. I just want to cling to him and never let go. But then again, my heart also seems to be in some kind of a vice grip. I’m so scared all the time as if I’m just waiting for the moment he’s going to catastrophically demolish me. I don’t know if I’ll be able to go on after that. And now we can add public humiliation to that.” She looks at me and her eyes grow round, then she pushes a hand over her forehead and rubs it lightly.

“Mel, I don’t think you have to worry about him hurting you, just call it mother’s intuition.” I give her a faint smile, hoping she’s right about her little mama’s boy.

The front door burst open … no knocking, no waiting for an invitation, no patience …

“Grimm, where the fuck are you!” My mind is such a mess I’m not even sure which brother that was. I hear them barging through the house and then Deimos tells them that they must go out onto the veranda. They didn’t even notice me and Hayley in the kitchen ... thank heavens for that. Seeing me here would only rage on their already burning anger.

“Want to go eavesdrop?” Hayley asks, looking like a teenager about to spy on the jocks in the men’s bathroom.

“Aint you scared they’re going to kill your son?” I ask, still shaking like an old Chevy on a wobbly dirt road.

“Nah, he’s a big boy,” she waves it off and takes my arm, leading me in the direction the men disappeared to. “Anyway … I know your brothers … they won’t kill him … they’ll maybe hurt him, but he’s used to that.”

We hide behind the curtain, peeking through a gap, not wanting any of them to notice us. The men stand there, looking like soldiers on different sides of the battlefield – Damion alone against my four brothers.

“I still can’t believe you’re fucking my sister! You ass-stabbing son-of-a-bitch!” Logan looks around as if he wants his brothers to back him up. But instead, Ilkay seems worried like usual, Enrique has a vague unreadable expression on his handsome face, and Jackson, that little dimwit is entertained, an amused smile curling his lips in an upward position. Damion has the look of the devil, his face stern, stripped from any emotion.

As if not wanting to be part of the battle, Uncle John and Deimos stand to the side, my uncle looks uneasy and a little hurt. Strong arms circle around my body, pulling me into a tight grip. I jolt and open my mouth to scream, but a hand covers it before any sound escapes.

“Shush!” a whisper in my ear and I relax immediately. It’s Axel. And I’m very thankful for his embrace right now. We stand silently and watch the battle begin.

“Hell, you broke your rules!” Logan is still on the warpath.

“It’s my rules and I’ll break them over and over again for her.” Damion counteracts, not taking his eyes off his best friend.

“Fuck you, she’s not just another girl you can screw around with! You’ve hurt her badly before, I won’t let you do it again.” Jackson now jumps forward and I gulp, his hands clenched into fists. Damion gives a step back, getting his body ready for what is coming.

“It’s not as if I CHOSE to love her … it just happened,” I try to explain, hoping they would understand. But since they’ve probably never felt this way about any girl, I’m not expecting much understanding on this subject.

“You’re right … we can’t choose who we fall in love with … but why didn’t you tell us?” Ilkay says calmly.

“We just wanted to work things out for ourselves first.” Mom always says that telling the truth is the best action in any situation. I’m hoping she’s right.

“Leave … my … sister … alone … ” Logan steps forward his eyes bulging with rage. After each word, he slams his hands on Damion’s chest. But Damion doesn’t shy away, it’s as if he’s intentionally waiting for his punishment and then Logan aims for the front of Damion’s nose while yelling “… ASSHOLE!”

His fist hits the bridge of Damion’s nose and blood splatters all over the ground. Damion doesn’t flinch or even try to avoid the beating. My body contracts and Axel’s grip around me tighten as if he’s holding me in place. I put my own hand over my mouth this time to keep myself from yelling. Hayley’s eyes grow wide … she grabs onto my arm and I’m not sure who’s holding who up at this very moment.

“Feel better now?” Damion wipes his nose and glares at this friend.

“No!” Logan throws another punch, hitting Damion’s jaw, and Damion recoils with a wince. In retaliation, he strikes his friend in the stomach, moving forward to land another blow on Logan’s face, but he hesitates and hits the pillar behind my brother instead. Logan doesn’t even blink. There’s something seriously wrong with these guys, as if they welcome trouble with open arms, loving it.

“We’re done now,” Damion finishes, offering a hand to his friend, but Logan refuses. He folds his arms across his chest.

“Oh, we haven’t even started little bro,” Jackson smirks like Heath fucking Ledger and chills run down my body.

“You have no right to nail my little sister! Fuck you!” Logan looks like someone just turned his cock into a knot.

“Well, to tell you guys the truth, we’re taking things slow … we’ve just kissed so far … I haven’t nailed her … or fucked her … or done anything to her … yet,” Damion smiles as if he just won the lottery while I wonder why the stupid ass had to add that last devastating word.

“Fuck! You better keep your fucking dick out of her then!” Jackson seems a little more agitated than moments before, but that Joker smile is still on his face, his blue orbs stormy.

“How long has this been going on?” Enrique puts a hand on his younger brother’s shoulder, squeezing it as if calming him down. I don’t like the look in his eyes. What are they planning?

“Well, I’ve liked her for years now, but I never acted upon my feelings until she came back from her trip. I know all of you are shocked and probably angry, but you have no right to dictate who we can or cannot date. Mel is my girlfriend now, and you better deal with it.” Damion rubs his sleeve under his nose, covering it with blood.

“I’m sorry you had to find out this way, and I probably should have told you earlier, but we needed some time to work things out before involving the family and press. But unfortunately, the vultures captured us on our first real date.” He runs his fingers through his hair and then gapes at Logan. Ilkay gives a step forward … the four of them cornering Damion now against the wall like predators ready for the kill. Except maybe for Logan … the rest of them seem calm and collected … too calm and collected and my gut tells me the eye of the storm is about to hit.

“But I can promise you, dude, I’m not fucking around with your sister.” Then he turns towards Uncle John, scratching the back of his neck. I smile, he’s feeling self-conscious.

“Eh, uncle … I just … “ This time Damion looks at the ground and I notice a redness spreading over his face. Is thee Damion Grimm blushing? This must be a first. Something to write down in the history books. But before he can say anything else, my brothers grab him, pushing him to the ground.

I try to move forward … but Axel holds me back.

“Don’t,” his only word. Jackson pins my boyfriend down with his knee, while Enrique ties his arms behind his back with some zip ties. Damion struggles but it’s no use. Ilkay puts a bag over his head.

“Okay, that’s my cue,” Axel whispers, “don’t do anything stupid, just stay here with your mom-in-law … they will just hurt him a little. He’ll survive.” Axel lets me go. The boys drag Damion to his feet and start pushing him to the door.

“Stop!” Damion shouts, “I just need to talk to Uncle John first.”

Jackson looks at his brothers and they nod. He turns Damion to face our uncle but doesn’t remove the bag.

“Go on,” he says then.

“I know you probably don’t approve of us dating, me having a bad reputation and everything, but I would like to earn your blessing in the future, Uncle John.” Our father figure stares at him for a long time, as if he’s measuring him up to see if he’s good enough.

“You are not at all what I had in mind for Mel,” he says his voice sounding strained, “but I can’t say I’m surprised.”

“Huh?” Damion seems confused.

“You don’t think I don’t know that you both have been secretly crushing on each other for years. I knew it was just a matter of time. But please, Damion, son, just take things slow, she’s still very young.”

Now my uncle glares at my brothers, “And it’s Mel’s choice who she wants to be with.” They all pull some sour faces, looking up in the air.

“Oh, and Damion … if you hurt my girl in any way I’ll cut off your testicles and feed them to you … understand?” Uncle John grabs Damion’s shoulder and he nods his head a little overeagerly under the bag.

“Okay, I have to go,” Axel walks away and I run after my brothers. They stuff Damion into the back of Ilkay’s truck.

“Where are you taking him?“ I shout, folding my arms around me, suddenly feeling cold.

“I can’t believe you touched this guy’s junk in public.” Jackson chortles, ignoring my question.

“Shut the fuck up dude.” Logan grunts, getting into the truck. I guess he’s going to need some time to accept that his best friend is dating his little sister.

“You go into the house,” Enrique’s eyes show clearly that he’s angry at me, “and stay the fuck there.”

Axel gives my arm a little squeeze when he walks past. Normally, I would never yield to my brothers’ commands ... but something tells me that this time I need to do as they say. Deimos puts his arm around me.

“Mel, let them go.” I watch the truck driving away.

“And you’re okay with that?” I ask softly, turning my head up to look at him.

“It’s a boy thing … they need to do this.” The ambiance in his eyes says so much more than his words.

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