Chapter 24
Damon should have expected to wake up inside Skylar’s giving mouth. He loved her sensuality, just like he loved everything else about her. The word ‘like’ didn’t begin to cover it, but he’d worried saying the real word would scare her off.
She’d already aroused him close to explosion level. “You didn’t want—” The question choked off as her hand wrapped tightly around his base to pump into her mouth’s next downward stroke.
She lifted back up from him with a pop, her tongue teasing his slit before she raised her head to smirk. It sat much more naturally than it had the night before. “Did you bring another condom?”
He’d grabbed the one before from his wallet and hoped like hell their expiration dates weren’t short since he couldn’t remember how long it had been in there. The used condom had been full when he’d slipped away from her long enough to discard it before sleeping, so it had worked. “I didn’t,” he admitted.
“Then shut up and come,” Skylar said, taking him deep again. She stared into his eyes, watching his face as she used her mouth on him. Her hands slid to his ass, squeezing as she pulled him into her. The excited hum that slid from her to vibrate through his cock shook him, and he cried out as he let go.
Her tongue slid over his slit again when it was over, as if she wanted to catch every drop. Skylar’s smile was dazzling as she crawled up his body. “You have this surprised ‘O’ face. So fucking cute.”
His fingers found her wet, and he swirled around the entrance. “You next?” he asked.
Her body shimmied against his hand. “Oh. Yeah, that’d be good.” Her torso lifted as she took his fingers inside.
Damon had been paying close attention both times she’d let him do it. He curled and thrust, watching the gorgeous, red flush spread across her breasts. Seeing them for the first time the night before, he’d been mesmerized by the silky globes. He was tempted to suck her nipple into his mouth again even as he admired their perfect shape, especially their slight bounce as she shifted into his next thrust.
His eyes dropped to where they were connected. The sight of her working herself against him made his erection return. He’d love to use his mouth on her like she had on him, but trusted she knew best. He curled his fingers higher into her, adding more pressure to slide over just where she liked it. Her body gripped him as she orgasmed.
When it was over, her hands pushed into his stomach and she rose free of his touch, quivering from the loss. He brought his fingers to his mouth, deciding he could have a taste even if it wasn’t the way he wanted. Her scent made him even harder as he sucked his fingers clean, much like she had the night before.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Skylar’s laugh was husky as she reached for her clothes, tossing his jeans to him. “Better get dressed. Mandy will be here any minute.”
The idea that her manager could have walked in on them helped his body calm down a little. “Shit! You could have warned me.” He rose to drag on his clothes.
She interrupted him with a kiss. “I wanted a taste of your sweetness again.” Her hand poked his cheek as he blushed, and then they finished getting dressed. “I didn’t factor in that you’d want to return the favor,” she said.
“Watching you orgasm is quickly becoming addictive.” Damon expected her to laugh.
Instead she rolled her eyes. “Hey, now, addictions can be serious. We can’t have that.”
He moved toward her, his hand cupping her cheek. “This thing, it’s not just sex for me. Want to spend the day together? Maybe somewhere outside? It’s small, but this city has a zoo.” He grinned. “We can play tourist and act like kids.”
Skylar blinked at him. “That’s…” She moved his hand away, giving it a squeeze before releasing it. “A really nice offer. Let me check with Mandy first.”
“Not your speed? It doesn’t have to be the zoo.” He shrugged and pressed his tingling hand against his jeans. “You could make anything fun.”
“It’s not the idea. Some shit came up yesterday that I’ve got to deal with.”
He was a total dumbass, forgetting how worried her manager had looked. He’d meant to check on her and had lost himself in her instead, but he couldn’t regret it. “Anything you want to talk about?” he offered, expecting the shake of her head.
“I can handle it.”
“Of course you can. I’m a good listener, if you want that, but there’s no pressure.” She still hadn’t really told him anything personal, he realized, and felt a pang at the thought. It was her choice, though, and he only wanted what she was willing to give. “Just know, I’m here, whatever you need. Even if it’s just a distraction.”
She stepped closer to run her hands over his shirt. “You are quite the distraction.”
A throat clearing came from the door. “I suppose I should be grateful both of you are fully clothed this time,” Mandy said. She lifted an eyebrow as she studied Skylar’s face. “Ready to depart, or are you wanting to flex your creative side a little longer today?”
Skylar’s hands found the pockets of her leather pants. “You wanted to talk. We should talk.”
Damon glanced between them. “I can head back first.”
“No, I feel dirty.” Skylar’s smirk didn’t seem right again. “Suite first.” She pushed past her manager and out the door as if she was trying to escape.
Mandy waved him on, crossing to pick up Skylar’s discarded notebook first.
In the limo, none of them said anything. Damon looked out the window, comfortable with maintaining their silence. Skylar’s manager cared for her, and she’d let some of that show the day before. He knew from experience that Skylar got uncomfortable when that type of caring was involved.
Mandy glanced at her phone as the limo pulled up to the hotel. “Why don’t you two go get cleaned up first? I shouldn’t intrude.”
Skylar frowned at her. “If you’re going to meet with them, I want to be there.”
Damon wondered who ‘them’ was. He bit his lip to avoid asking.
Mandy wrinkled her nose. “You need a shower, Skylar. Don’t worry, this has nothing to do with you.”
“Like hell!” Skylar reached out and plucked her manager’s phone from her hand. Her scowl hardened. “There’s nothing on your screen.”
“Of course not. I’ll be along in a little while.” Mandy reached over to push open the door. “This is an excellent photo opportunity, that’s all.”
Skylar didn’t look like she believed it, but she grabbed his hand as she scooted out, dragging Damon with her. The paparazzi were waiting like her manager had indicated, and they smiled for the cameras before escaping inside and to the elevator.
He wasn’t surprised when Skylar separated to shower alone. He lingered under the hot water, letting it pound on his shoulders. The sting of the scratches she’d given him ratcheted up his nerves.
He didn’t have to know everything about her, he reminded himself. He didn’t have to fully understand her past to love the person she was in the present. The need to protect her was stronger than he’d expected, that was all. He wanted to stand between her and anyone that put that expression on her face. Malcolm’s tendency to punch people was looking a whole lot more reasonable, but Damon had always had a pathetic right hook. He didn’t even know who he’d hit anyway.
The who was a little clearer when he exited his bedroom suite to find Jimmy with Skylar, flirting up a storm. “I have all sorts of talents,” his manager was saying, leaning toward her on the couch.
Skylar sipped another one of those smoothies as she rolled her eyes. “I’m sure you do.”
Damon looked for Skylar’s manager, but Mandy hadn’t arrived yet.
“Nothing like you, of course.” Jimmy moved even closer to her. “I have no trouble picturing you rocking the world of six guys at once like that chick said.”
Damon’s eyes burned as he watched her fingers go white around her smoothie.
Jimmy didn’t see what he saw. “In fact, if you need a little excitement with Dame, I know for sure he’d go for a threesome. He’s never done one before, but he said with you…” His manager shrugged.
“Jimmy!” Damon snapped. “What the fuck are you saying?”
Jimmy stiffened before hopping up from the couch. “Hey, man, no need to take it back now. Skylar is totally cool with that sort of thing.” He slapped him on the shoulder, mouthing something that Damon refused to read because he was trying like hell not to hit him.
“You’re right.” Skylar set the smoothie down with a snap as she rose. Her lips slid into a sensual smile, but her eyes were hard. “The more the merrier for me. But Mr. Sweetface would blush over some ass action.” Her finger poked him in the cheek, but it felt like a spike digging in this time.
“Skylar, I don’t—”
Skylar’s hand covered his mouth as she shrugged. “A fantasy is a fantasy. To be clear, Damon here has the perfect cock to fill me. Plus, we can’t put to waste all the knowledge he has of how I get off.” She winked at him before her gaze switched to Jimmy. “How about you come in my mouth while he takes me from behind?”
“Oh my God.” Jimmy swallowed, already reaching for his belt.
Damon removed Skylar’s hand. “For Christ’s sake, she’s joking.” Only he wasn’t sure she was, but the slight tremor in her shoulders meant she also wasn’t into it despite what she had said. Damon had no idea what she thought she was doing with that response, but Jimmy’s disappointed expression made him see red.
He shoved at his manager. “Just get out of here.” He pushed him again, herding him toward the elevator.
“Stop ruining this for me!” Jimmy hissed. “She was into it.”
“I swear to God, Jimmy.” Damon wanted to scream at the person who should have known him too well to pull this shit. He stabbed the button for the elevator instead. “Leave or I’m going to punch you.”
“Whatever. You’re too much of a pansy to throw a punch.” Jimmy moved into the elevator. “Sorry this one’s such a drag, Skylar, but I’m sure you knew that by now.” His manager glared at him as the doors closed. The whir of the elevator filled Damon’s ears.
Skylar’s boots clomped as she moved toward him. “You don’t need to pretend like you weren’t hot for the idea.” She reached out to cup the front of his pants like she’d done once before. “I bet you—” She frowned at what she found. “Wait, you’re not hard.”
“Let go, Skylar,” Damon said, biting his cheek to keep from yelling.
“Sure.” Her hand disappeared as she backed away. “I’m kind of confused, though.”
“Jimmy was being an ass. He’s been into you for a while, and I felt guilty for poaching you or whatever, but that’s done. I would have punched him, but he’s right about calling me a pansy. I probably would have broken my hand or something wimpy like that.”
“You’re not a wimp.” Skylar’s arms had come up to clutch her shoulders.
Damon wanted to reach for her, but he was too angry still. Not at her, but he didn’t want to ever touch her with that emotion running through him. “Do you like threesomes?” he asked.
Her breath hitched, and he had the answer, but she shrugged and different words than he expected came out. “Of course. You’ve heard the rumors, haven’t you?” Her lips trembled, but she pressed them firmly together before taking another rapid breath. “I mean, even your manager said it. I’ve satisfied six guys at once. Everyone knows now.”
“I didn’t ask everyone. I asked you.”
Skylar’s eyes squeezed shut. “Sure. I like them.”
Damon wondered why she was lying. He sighed, running his hands through his hair so he wouldn’t try to hold her to stop the tremors still visible along her skin. If she pulled away from him, he might actually cry. “I’m upset, so I’m going to leave, but I need to make something clear.”
“What?” She wouldn’t look at him.
“I don’t share.” The words came out harder than he had intended, and her eyes snapped open. She stared at him. “I mentioned it last night. I can get possessive,” he told her. “If I’m with someone, I want them all to myself. I’ve lied about that once before, and the relationship was a mess.”
“Wait, relationship?” Skylar’s hands tightened on herself. “You and me? That seems more, I don’t know, just more, than even ‘couple.’”
He was surprised he could smile despite still wanting to punch something. “Consider this the exclusive talk. If you want to be with me, you’ll only be with me, and I’ll only be with you. I’m into monogamy, not any of that other stuff.”
“You really didn’t want a threesome.” It was like she finally believed it.
“All I want is you, Skylar. As much as you’ll give.” Damon watched red spread across her face. “Wait, is that a blush?”
“Fuck off. I don’t blush.” Even the tips of her ears had turned red.
“You’re adorable.” He laughed when she stuck out her tongue. “I’m still going to take off. It seemed like you and your manager had some stuff to work through.” And his anger wasn’t completely gone. “If I’m clever, maybe I can convince Malcolm to beat the shit out of Jimmy for me.” She snorted, and he leaned forward to call the elevator.
“Exclusive, huh?” Skylar murmured.
Damon’s eyes traced her. He was glad to see her breathing had evened out. “You good?” he asked when the doors opened.
“Yeah.” Skylar nodded. “Yeah, I think I am.”
Damon put his hand on the door when it started to shut. “With the girls’ night tonight, I might not see you later. Would you be willing to be my date for some charity thing tomorrow?”
She smiled. “More than willing. I can be some sexy arm candy. You’ll see.”
“I can’t wait.” He didn’t kiss her before entering the elevator, but he smiled back, finding the real one she was wearing to be more than enough of a sendoff.