Damaged

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Chapter Twenty-Four

N O A H

I was just about to start dinner when Bellamy came stumbling in. For a second I thought she was drunk, but in this case, she was just clumsy.

“Hey,” I said softly, watching her as she threw her keys on the table and brushed her hair out of her face.

Her hair looked unruly, just like every other day, but I could stare at it for hours.

“Hi,” she replied, a little red covering her cheeks, accompanying the freckles on her nose that I hadn’t seen before.

She looked even prettier after a day in the sun. Though I thought she had to work? Not that I had memorized her schedule or anything.

“Where’s Isaac?” she asked, breaking the tension in the room, and I moved my gaze to her eyes.

“He has a work thing, he said he’ll be home late.”

She looked disappointed, chewing on her lower lip.

She really got to stop doing that.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, grabbing the ingredients for dinner from the fridge, preventing me from giving her a hug or something.

She sighed, plopping on a chair at the table. “Nothing major. I just haven’t seen him all day. And now he’ll be gone all night.”

I looked at the chicken in my hand and decided to offer something I would most likely regret. And not because I thought she couldn’t do it.

“Do you want to cook with me?”

She looked up, her beautiful blue eyes shimmering with something I couldn’t describe, and nodded.

“But I’ll have to warn you,” she said, rising from her seat and walking up to me. “I’m the worst cook you’ll ever meet.”

I chuckled, highly doubting that there was anything she couldn’t do. “I’ll teach you.”

She nodded, looking around the kitchen as if she’d never seen one before, and I loved the way she awkwardly stood there, waiting for instructions.

“I’m really bad at this,” she admitted, rubbing the back of her neck as she looked up to me through her lashes.

“It’s alright,” I comforted her, walking up to the oven. “I’m going to preheat the oven, and I’ve already let the chicken marinate all day, so we’re good to go.”

I tried to ignore the look on her face, the surprise and admiration in her eyes making me feel all kinds of things.

“So now what?”

“We’re going to bread the chicken.”

I set everything up and explained to her what needed to be done, before she went to work.

Keeping an eye on her as she rolled the chicken breasts in the breadcrumbs, I prepared the pasta, trying to keep myself from smiling.

“Am I doing this right?” she asked, and I had to refrain from giving her a snarky comeback. Breading chicken was no rocket science, but I would honestly help her brush her teeth if I had to.

Jesus, I sound like a love-sick teenager.

I took a look, nodding. “You’re doing fine.”

She stared up at me, a little crumb mixture sitting on her cheek. “I am? Who knew?”

Shit, now I had to come closer.

I brought my thumb to her face, rubbing away the crumbs and feeling her hot skin under my finger.

Sighing, I quickly turned away from her.

She made me nervous and feel comfortable at the same time, especially when she smiled at me like that, and it confused me.

We finished the rest of dinner in silence, cleaning the kitchen when the chicken was in the oven.

“What?” I said when I caught Bellamy staring at me. She leaned back against the counter, studying me with her arms crossed.

“I didn’t know you loved cooking?” she replied, cocking her head to the side.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” I had said it before I properly thought about it, but she didn’t ask more questions.

Maybe she sensed that I wasn’t really interested in talking about me or my past, because she just stepped forward, grinning mischievously.

I didn’t like where this was going. Ok, maybe I did.

“What are you doing?” I mumbled, following her movements with my eyes, still clamping the counter behind me with both hands for dear life as I leaned against it.

“Hmm, nothing,” she purred, pressing her body against me, almost making me drop to my knees.

I probably would’ve if she wasn’t standing against me, practically holding me up.

“Bellamy...” I trailed off, though making no move to stop her. I was way too interested to see where this was going.

“You say we ′can’t do this’, but then you look at me like that." She placed her hands next to mine on the counter behind me, waiting for me to say something, or do something—god, I had no idea.

I let my eyes trail down her face, follow the curve of her neck to her—

“Hmm, I see,” she said with a smirk, raising to her tiptoes and bringing her face closer to mine.

Her hooded eyes screamed lust and desire, and who was I to deny her what she wanted?

But, I did decide to play the game a little longer.

Keeping my eyes on hers, she came closer and closer, until her soft lips made contact with mine for just a second. It was enough to make me dizzy, and I felt my heart beat frantically in my chest.

“Come on, Goldilocks,” I whispered, raising one daring brow. “Do it.”

She grinned, bringing her lips to mine again, softly kissing them before pulling back, taking a step back.

I rolled my eyes, shifting on my feet in an attempt to get a little more comfortable in these jeans. “I hate you.”

Her grin grew wider, and she pulled her shirt over her head, surprising me. “Oh, yeah? Show me how much.”

That was it.

Fuck restraint, fuck timing. I needed to feel her again. Right now.

“Careful what you wish for,” I breathed into her ear, and I smiled at the goosebumps that spread over her arms.

Before she could say anything else, I turned her to the counter and pressed her against it, undoing my jeans.

She eagerly lowered her leggings, taking her underwear with them before she leaned forward, widening her stance a little.

No matter how much I wanted to take my time with her, as I stared at her beautiful round ass, her hair laying like a golden blanket over her back, I knew that I couldn’t. Not this time anyway.

She let out the most beautiful sound when I slid my hand down her stomach, quickly finding the right spot and making sure she was wet enough for me.

Never in my life had I rolled on a condom as quick as I did then, before I lined myself up at her entrance. I slid into her easier this time, but I went slow either way, waiting for her to adjust when I filler her to the hilt.

“Oh, god,” she moaned, arching her back and pushing herself against me, her knuckles turning white as she grabbed the window frame in front of her with force.

I couldn’t help but smirk, feeling like the most powerful man in the world when I was with her.

I gathered her hair in my hand, pulling her head back and forcing her to arch her back even further, using my free hand to grab her hip.

“Is this what you want, huh?” I hissed into her ear, and she swallowed hard, nodding quickly as I started to move. Slowly.

“Yes, yes,” she breathed, bouncing on my dick like it was her favorite thing to do, and I started to use a little more force.

I loved having her like this, surrendered to me. And I was glad she allowed me to control her this way.

Because I needed that control.

My free hand left her hip, and I pulled her bra down, desperate to feel those beautiful, soft mounts in my hand again.

She gasped when I played with her nipple, teasing her.

“Oh, almost there,” she exclaimed, and I watched her squeeze her eyes shut in the reflection of the window.

I pushed even harder, burying my teeth in my lower lip when I felt her walls tighten around me, almost literally squeeze my orgasm out of me.

Coming inside Bellamy was a feeling I couldn’t describe.

I needed her in more ways than just sex, but she was perfect. She fitted perfectly around me and knew exactly how to move to make me explode as quick as possible.

When she told me it had been a while since the last time, I didn’t believe her. Especially when we were done.

Oh my god, I will never forget the feeling of kissing—fucking her for the first time.

Black spots appeared in my vision as I came, filling the condom.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, placing my head on her back as I caught my breath.

Ok, not doing this was definitely not an option anymore.

I listened to our ragged breaths, enjoying Bellamy’s warm skin under my cheek as we stayed there for a few seconds.

“Shit, Noah,” she suddenly exclaimed, and at that moment I smelled it. Burning food.

I pulled out of her, trashing the condom and redressing myself, before I washed my hands, quickly grabbing an oven mitt to take the chicken out.

Bellamy sorted herself out too, holding a hand over her nose when I opened the oven.

Yeah, we were definitely not eating that anymore.

With the chicken smoking on the kitchen counter, we stared at each other, before we burst out laughing.

“See, I’m the worst cook!” she said chuckling.

I shook my head, throwing the oven mitt on the counter as well and opening a window. “Let’s just order something.”

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