***POV - Damion
We stand huddled in a small group in the garden in front of the hotel, dressed up in suits, waiting for the girls to arrive. The daylilies growing against the wall are in full bloom, forming an ocean of diverse shades ranging from orange to scarlet. I watch the people arriving for the freshmen gala as if in a slow-motion dream. Oh, dreaming is nothing new to me, no, since the little blond who solidly stole my heart and soul, entered my life, my sense of reality has been misconfigured.
“Earth to Damion!” I turn my head when Jackson bumps me with his fist on my arm. Logan is still sulking, even after what they did to me, so Jackson took his place as Ava’s companion for the night. I stretch my body a little … even though the bruises have mostly healed, my ribs are still very tender – and no wonder since 2 are broken and a lot are cracked. But I guess I’ve gotten out of it rather lightly. After leaving our house … they stripped me to my jock, and I had to fight each of them. Enrique and Logan I could handle, Ilkay ruffed me up, but it was Jackson that nearly killed me … son of a bitch. They tied me to a tree in the park and left me there.
I blink a few times and then notice the waiter standing next to me holding a tray filled with glasses of champagne, the golden liquid shining in the light coming from the intricate wrought-iron street lamps.
I smile and take a glass, looking at the 4 men holding up their hands for a toast. I stretch my arm into the air and my glass clings against theirs.
“To getting laid!” Enrique shouts with a big smirk.
“Except for you,” Jackson says quickly and stares straight at me, a killer look in his eyes. I tip my glass at him, then take a small sip from my drink. Until they’ve mentioned it now, I haven’t even thought about that – not that I don’t want to ’cause I seriously do – BUT I’ll never press Mel. Hell, the girl is as innocent as innocent can be. I swear I was the first ever to touch her boobs. Thinking of her perfect soft orbs, a big goofy smile spreads over my face.
Jackson hits the back of my head, giving me a stern look. I hold up my hands conceding defeat – I don’t want to get into a fight with him again. Jackson doesn’t need much to go all crazy.
A few of the press guys take some photos … probably hoping for a fight or something. As if my beaten-up almost naked body, displayed on every front page, was not enough. The paparazzi have been waiting impatiently next to the red carpet for us to enter the building. I don’t know how they always figure out every step we make. It’s the only part of my life I truly hate – having no privacy.
“Damion, can you explain why you were tied to a tree nearly naked?” a guy asks, holding a pen ready to write in his notepad. His question lets the rest of them take interest and they’re all eagerly looking at me, waiting for an answer.
“Eh, let’s just say that it was an initiation.” I smile, thinking about the elderly ladies that untied me from the tree. Their faces were just comical, mixed between shock, worry, surprise, and warm friendliness. Hell, one even told me she has a granddaughter that’s still single. I told them that I was in the situation because of love, and they all sympathized, telling me their own love stories.
“But you were admitted to the hospital?” A woman asks, pushing back her glasses with a serious expression. Yep, after being released from the tree, you would not believe who my father sent to rescue me … Alejandro of all people. Hell, I didn’t even know they were acquainted, never mind on friendly terms. I must have blacked out or something … cause I woke up in the hospital with a black eye, concussion, a few fractured ribs, and a furious girlfriend. I’m still not sure who she was angrier with … her brothers or me.
“Yes, just some minor injuries.”
Jackson snorts, biting his lips to hide a smile. Asshole … he’s the one that caused most of those injuries. I had to skip a race because of it. But it’s all sorted out, they’ve mostly accepted me dating Mel … except for Logan. But I know him, it’s going to take some time for my BFF to come around.
Enrique’s date arrives, a beautiful brunette, and they head inside, posing for photos as if it’s nothing. The press loves Enrique cause he’s Hollywood’s golden boy and he doesn’t hide anything, openly causing scandals wherever he goes. But even though he seems to screw around more than the rest of us, it’s not a true image of the real him. Enrique is not the playboy he portrays on social media. He waves at us before heading into the building.
The limo pulls up and Jackson opens the door for the girls that get out one by one. I wait with twisted intestines for my angel to appear, knowing she’s still a little bit pissed with all of us … even me. Hell, as if it was my fault for getting hurt.
Kiara is up first and she looks stunning in a figure-hugging green dress, making everybody’s heads turn and most of the guys drool. She sure is one extremely pretty girl, looking something like Zendaya, and Sean smiles from ear to ear while walking down the carpet, the press for sure liking the two of them together. Sean (being the good boy Reaper rider) has to stop and answer a few questions, no doubt about his date before they’re allowed inside.
Ava takes Jackson by the arm, and Lucinda goes with Noah. They both look just as nice as Kiara, respectively wearing red and black. Jackson gives me one last warning look over his shoulder before entering the building. He doesn’t pose for the cameras, hating the press even though they love him, and he usually tries to keep out of the spotlight.
My turn, so I take a big deep breath and walk forward to help Mel out of the car. She steps out and I’m sure I died and went to heaven. This must be an angel, cause no fucking person can look as beautiful as that. She’s wearing a purple dress that flows to the ground, hugging her body in all the right places. I can see her firm breasts pushing against the thin material of the dress and I’m sure she’s not wearing a bra and that thought does nothing to help calm my growing member at all. The heart necklace lies against her silky skin just above her cleavage. My eyes eventually meet those pools of blue and I move my stance to hide my half-erection, thinking that I might be blue-balled yet again by the end of tonight.
The paparazzi are going out of their minds now, cameras clicking like crazy, everybody shouting out all at once and I just want to press her back into the car. I can’t help but take a second all-over-scan of her, especially those firm bosoms that are exposed just enough to make a man hungry for more.
“My eyes are up here” she sounds a little embarrassed. I look up at her face and push one of her curls behind her ear with a sly smile. Her make-up is giving her eyes a smokey effect, popping them in a brilliant violet-blue from her face.
“You look perfect.” She gives a small gasp and moves past me so I can close the door. My eyes flow over her nude back and now I know for sure she’s not wearing a bra. My libido is doing the funky chicken and I have to order my member to keep his shit together. She walks next to me, eyes on the floor, unaware of all the hungry looks from the men around us, but believe me I notice each one with both jealousy and pride. I take her hand in mine, staking my claim, warning everyone to stay away from my property.
Ug, I’m sure I’m going to have a big fat boner the whole bloody night, again. I’m halfway there already. I turn her into my arms and kiss her, surprising her for a moment or two before she leans into my body and kisses me back. Now the cameras are going mad, but I stay calm and collected. I even manage to keep my libido in order for once.
“Just a heads up, I’m going to tell the press what they want to hear.” Her eyes grow big and I can feel her body tensing up. I pull her hand through my arm and put a small kiss on her head. She smells like lavender and raindrops mixed with a hint of vanilla.
“Are you sure?”
“Never been more sure about anything in my life.” She smiles and shakes her head and then we step onto the carpet, and the interrogation starts almost immediately. To save some time I take one of the microphones and the press goes deadly quiet, waiting for the next scoop.
“Tonight I would like to confirm that I’ve officially asked Melaena to be my girlfriend and she made me the happiest man on earth.” I look lovingly at my flesh-and-blood angel, but she’s playing with the heart hanging around her neck.
“I would like to ask you, to please respect her privacy though.” I grab her hand and entangle my fingers through hers.
“Damena forever!” Someone shouts and then they all start chanting ‘Damena! Damena!’
I take a sly look at her and see her biting her lip. It’s driving me crazy and it takes every fiber in me to hold myself in right now. All I want to do is take her back to my place and fuck her hard, over and over again.
“So what about Chloe?” Someone shouts and I have to take a deep breath before I answer the question.
“Chloe has never been in the picture, she’s just the daughter of my sponsor. And I can truthfully say that I’ve never even kissed that girl. Melaena is the only one for me, ever since I was just a child.”
When we eventually get inside the venue, I’m not ready to just let her go. I want her in my arms for a while longer.
“Dance with me.” I don’t wait for an answer, just pull her into me and move onto the dancefloor. I can feel her legs move between mine and then I pull her hips even closer to me. She’s so small against me, her head just reaching my shoulder.
‘I found a love … for me ….. darling, just dive right in …. follow my lead’
Ed Sheeran’s husky voice sings in tune with my heart.
‘Well, I found a girl …… beautiful and sweet …. I never knew you were the someone waiting for me … ’
I lower my head and smell the lavender in her hair. It must be the best smell in the world. I look into Mel’s eyes and I feel myself drowning, sinking deeper and deeper. I can’t breathe. I can feel her heartbeat against my chest and I know I fell flat on my face for this girl.
‘Darling just kiss me slow …. ’ I want to kiss her so bad it hurts, but instead I bury my nose in her hair, breathing deeply.
‘I whispered underneath my breath … but you heard it …. Darling, you look perfect tonight’
It’s as if fate wants to tell me something with this song …. Can she look more perfect than right now, her head on my shoulder, her body moving against mine? I pull her closer to me, needing to feel her even more, scared it’s only a dream.
‘to carry love …. to carry children …. of our own …’
Damn you, Ed … now you’ve got me thinking about making babies with her ….. beautiful babies … my babies …. Fuck. My dick is ready for the job, right now.
‘I know I’ve met an angel in person ….. and she looks perfect …’
Then the damn song ends and I hold her in my arms for just a moment longer, staring into those eyes that look like the sky. She pulls out of my embrace and walks to the bar where Kiara is ordering drinks. I join the guys at a table in the far corner and lean against the table. Jackson is talking to Ava and Lucinda while Noah is on the phone, standing in the corner looking like a ghost. Wonder what that is about?
My eyes instinctively look around for Mel. I see her at the bar getting cocktails, playfully laughing at the guy behind the bar. I’m sure that the bartender is flirting with her.
The hulk in me is putting on a yellow jacket and it feels like I can suddenly kill every guy at this damn party in a jealous rage. I sigh again. Why am I being cursed like this? Why did fate make me fall in love with a girl that every guy in the world wants to bang? My eyes wander at their own accord back to her breasts, and my cock jumps up for the umpteenth time just to tell me he’s still working.
“So you really love her?” Enrique is standing next to me, watching me, but I keep my eyes on Mel. I can’t seem to take it off her for that matter.
“I do. I’m not fucking around, I promise you.”
“I suppose we’ll get used to the idea.” I see her walking back with 2 large cocktails, a wide smile on her lovely face. She doesn’t see the drunk guy beelining straight for her. As if in slow-motion I see him bumping into her, tipping the drinks over, the liquid running between her breasts.
“Oh, boy.” Enrique mumbles. Her back arches and she sticks her tits out. I lick my lips. Her dress is soaked making her nipples even more visible through the wet fabric. But she’s unaware of the sex appeal she’s exporting right now. She just stands there, empty glasses in her hands, looking a bit lost and a whole lot angry. I rush over and take the glasses from her, dumping them on the nearest table.
“I’m gonna kill that drunk-ass!” She vexes out, going after the poor bastard. I grab her arm, knowing she will punch him on his nose so I’m trying to avoid disaster and any unwanted publicity.
I lead her to the bar and grab a napkin to clean her up. My fingers trace over her skin while I wipe the liquid away, her eyes mirroring the same thoughts as mine – deep dirty erotic ones.
Then she sticks her finger between her breasts and I feel my control crumble like a cookie dumped into some coffee. What the fuck is she doing? She looks up seeing the unsaid question in my eyes.
“What, it’s sticky!” She puts her finger in her mouth and smiles, sucking it seductively.
“I could offer to lick you clean if you want.” She looks at me as if she’s considering my offer while sticking her finger down her cleavage again, and then she holds her finger out to me to taste. I put it in my mouth, tasting it with my tongue, and then she pulls it out.
“See, it’s actually pretty good. I think we must get another one.” If self-control was a sport, I would win Olympic gold right now. We sit down at the bar and I order a refill, noticing the bartender looking at Mel’s boobs, making me jealous like shit again. He’s walking on very thin ice, in effect the ice is already cracking below his feet.
“Hey, dumb-face, rather keep your eyes on your job while you can still see through them.” The guy looks up at me as if measuring me and then he moves to the other side of the bar and starts cleaning some glasses, occasionally flipping a glance in our direction. Mel giggles saying something about an alpha boy and then she pushes her finger in between her breasts again, wiggling it a little this time. Fuck, is she trying to kill me right now?
“Maybe we should go home.” She looks around the room until she finds our table.
“We can’t, my brothers will think …”
“Fuck your brothers!” She looks at me with a smile. She downs her drink and then looks at mine still untouched on the counter.
“I don’t want to drink now, I just want you.” I turn in my chair so my legs are on either side of hers and I put my hand on her thigh. She looks up and straight into my eyes, still biting her lip. There’s a fire in those smoldering eyes and then she moves her face closer to mine, she licks her lips and moves even closer. Her lips are almost brushing against mine. Then I feel her hand moving up my leg until it is inches away from my now throbbing cock.
Shit. I won’t be able to resist this for much longer. If she keeps this going I’m going to take her right here on this bar. I’ve been celibate for much too long now. Her mouth opens and I can feel her breath teasing my lips.
“Do you think I’m starting to know what I’m doing?” Wait, what? It takes some time for my mushed brain to register and start working. And then she gets up and walks away in the direction of her brothers. Just like that. Leaving me feeling frustrated and horny. I breathe in deep to calm my raging emotions while watching her ass. She for sure doesn’t know that she’s playing with fire.
A guy stops Mel and I watch as he talks to her. She steals a quick glance in my direction before taking his hand with a wicked smile; moving onto the dancefloor. I watch them dancing and they seem to have a serious conversation. This time I feel like murdering her but I manage to chill as I watch them finish the dance. The lucky-to-be-alive guy hugs her before he disappears into the crowd and I keep my eyes on my girlfriend who stops at the entrance to talk to another guy.
I can’t completely make him out cause he’s hidden from my view by a group of people coming in. The next moment Mel is lost in the crowd and out of my sight.
Fuck! She’s pulling my strings on purpose! But just wait, as soon as we’re alone she’s gonna regret it, damn woman. I’ve reached my red line long ago and she’s still pushing the limits.
I make a bee-line in the direction I last saw her frantically looking around with a pounding heart. What if D found her? Then I see her standing outside on the sidewalk talking to non-other than Ren, and I release a thankful breath.
I see some cameras flashing as Ren grabs her shoulders. Mel tries to pull away, but he just increases his hold on her. It’s as if all sense blows from my brain as I walk to them and take his hands from her with brute force. I don’t know how the fight started or even who started it, but I know I finished it – awesomely.
When Axel pulls me off Ren, he is a bloody mess on the ground. Jason is also there all of a sudden and he helps Ren up. A quick survey of his body indicates to me that he’s going to be sore with a broken nose, but he’ll make it. Axel flags down a cab and directs me to get in.
I grab Mel’s elbow and march her to the edge of the sidewalk. She doesn’t say a word, not even when I open the door of the taxi and push her inside.
“We need to talk. What the hell was that about?”
“I can ask you the same question! You could have killed the dude!”
“I should have killed the fuck a long time ago. And what were you trying to do at the bar?”
“What? If you flirt, it’s okay, but if I do it then you get upset! Geez, how unfair is that.” She looks flustered.
“What the hell? I’m not upset about the flirting, but why did you leave?” I’m getting a bit bothered ’cause she sits there in that damn purple dress looking like a fucking angel, nipples perked against the still-wet material. And she has this doe-eyed look that’s driving me crazy right now. I push my fingers through my hair and hit the seat with my fist.
“Damn woman, you’re going to be the fucking death of me, I swear.” I’m angry; frustrated; and to top it all, my balls are hurting like hell. I stare outside, trying to collect myself, but mostly trying to not strip this girl and have intercourse with her right here in the back seat of the taxi. After what feels like hours we arrive at my place and I pay for the taxi before going inside with Mel. I lock the door and we walk to the lounge, standing for a while, just looking at each other awkwardly.
I kick off my shoes and socks and remove my tie. She turns around and sits down on the couch and then she bends over to take off her shoes and her tits almost spill out and not even Superman himself could keep my eyes away. The faint outline of her nipple peeps out from under that plum material and I have the urge to take it in my mouth and suck on it. At this time my self-control is bigger than the fucking Atlantic ocean.
She gets up and pulls her feet under her body and then she looks into my eyes and swallows, probably seeing the angry lust displayed in there.
“I still don’t know what I did wrong! I just wanted to show you that I do know a little bit about what I’m doing.” While she’s talking she unconsciously wraps her hair around her finger. And now my willpower is bubbling, threatening to boil over.
“Mel, I’ve never said that you didn’t know what you’re doing.” I’m so confused …. I’m the one feeling inexperienced around her.
“You did, at that party at Uncle John’s, at the pool table, you were being a dick as usual! Remember now?” Her eyes move to the fullness filling my pants, pushing them to their limits and she swallows.
“Your pants … you look … are you… sorry … it must be bad for men cause they can’t hide it …. Sorry, I didn’t mean … it’s just … big …” I smile at her word-brabble and take my junk in my hand to try to calm it a bit down and I think back hard and then it hit me ….
“We were interrupted, it’s not what I meant. I wanted to say that you didn’t know what you’re doing to me.”
“Nice comeback … you know what … I don’t know why it bothers me so much. I know you have like loads of experience, while I’m still a virgin and knows nothing.” She gets up and walks to the kitchen opening the fridge to take out something to drink. I push down my erection with my hand and then follow her.
“Mel, is that what’s bothering you?”
“Yes! No! Ug, I don’t know, Damion, maybe I’m too dim-witted to figure it out, figure us out. One moment it feels like I’m in heaven and then the next, I’m thrown into hell, I can’t breathe, scared to shit that you’re going to tell me it’s over, you made a mistake and you don’t want me to be your girlfriend.”
Right now my mind is in a war with my libido, and my heart, the poor thing, doesn’t even comprehend what exactly is happening to it. Her hands are on the counter and I grab her wrist. I turn her around slowly and pull her into my arms. My mind is yelling NO, but my body and heart are in unification now, ready to break all the rules. I bend over and kiss her with all the passion raging through me.