Chapter 15
Damien
After getting Sitka’s text, I pace in front of the French doors that lead out to the veranda, too antsy to sit still. Ev is in a chair in the corner, thick law book in his lap, reading glasses on, and a very amused grin playing at his lips.
“Stop fucking looking at me like that,” I tell him.
He calmly raises a brow at me. “Like what?”
“Amused,” I say, “really fucking amused.”
He shrugs and glances back at his book. “I’m in a good mood, what can I say. I’m warm, my testicles finally decided to descend back to their normal position, and I know I never have to get in that fucking water again.” After a few seconds, he adds, “And watching you pace is very entertaining.”
“I’m sure it is,” I say, “and I’m thrilled you got your nuts back.”
He laughs. “Me too. I was really worried there for a while. Of course, I guess it’s more important that you have working balls tonight. I’m assuming yours came back down too?”
“Jesus,” I groan while he has another laugh at my expense.
“I’ll make sure and use my soundproof headphones tonight.”
“Thanks,” I tell him, because that’s actually not a bad idea. I’m not entirely sure what all Sitka’s going to want to do, but I plan on enjoying every second of whatever she decides to give me, and I want a warm bed and an entire night to savor it.
“Don’t mention it, Pop-Tart.”
“That’s not my new nickname,” I tell him.
He makes a noncommittal hmph noise, and before I can warn him that the Pop-Tart detail will not be leaving Oregon, I catch sight of Sitka running towards me. Her dark hair blows in the wind, and the smile on her face makes my chest fucking ache.
God, I’ve fallen completely in love with this woman.
The realization doesn’t even scare me. It feels too right for me to be terrified at the idea of falling in love so quickly or at such a young age.
I feel grateful. Instead of having to spend decades trying to find her, I get her from the very beginning.
We’ll get to experience everything together. Only her. No one else.
“Hey,” she says when I open the door and then immediately wrap my arms around her small body, tugging her against me so I can feel every detail.
“Hey,” I murmur against her hair. “How’d you manage to get over here again?”
She looks up and meets my eyes. “My mom and grandma dropped me off.”
Surprised, I say, “They know?”
“Yeah, my mom figured it out. She’s not going to say anything to my dad yet, but she won’t lie for us.”
“I would never want her to,” I say. Brushing a strand of hair off her cheek, I tuck it behind her ear before grabbing her bag and shutting the door. When she grabs my ass, I grin and give her a wink.
“Hey, Sitka,” Ev says from the chair.
She quickly yanks her hand back. “Hey, Ev. I didn’t see you over there.”
I watch as a soft blush creeps up her cheeks, unable to stop the soft laugh that escapes.
“Thanks for the warning,” she whispers.
“Don’t mind me,” Ev says, already standing and gathering up his books.
“I’m really tired after this morning, so I’m going to head to my room for the night.
” He walks by the small kitchen and stops long enough to make a point of grabbing a snack.
Looking at me, he holds up the box of Pop-Tarts. “Can’t forget my snack, can I?”
Sitka tells him goodnight and then looks over at me. “Man, your cousin really loves Pop-Tarts.”
“He’s taken a very recent liking to them, yes.” Grabbing her hand, I lace my fingers through hers and lead her down the hall to my room. Ev’s already shut his door, and I quickly do the same to mine.
As soon as the lock clicks, Sitka’s running a hand under my shirt and pulling me closer. Fingers drag along my back, sending a shiver down my spine and making my heart race in anticipation.
“Damien,” she whispers, using her other hand to fist the collar of my shirt and pull me closer, hovering her lips near mine. “I want our first time to be in a warm bed.” I groan when her short nails dig in a little harder. “But I want our second time to be in the woods.”
“Fuck,” I groan, tightening my grip on her, already so hard I can barely think. “Are you sure, Sitka? You know I’ll wait as long as you want, right?”
“I know, but I don’t want to wait.” Her nails stop dragging along my back, freezing in place as she looks up at me. Instead of the desire I’d just seen on her face, I see hesitation.
“What’s wrong?” With her face in my hands, I keep her close to me, worried she’s having second thoughts and feeling pressured.
“Do you want to wait? I mean, I’m fine if you want to wait longer, Damien,” she starts to say, but my surprised laugh cuts her off.
“You’re worried about me?” I ask, still giving her a very amused grin at the idea that I might actually choose to not slide into her tonight.
Her embarrassed look is adorable as she says, “I mean, I didn’t want to just assume or make you feel pressured or whatever.”
“That’s very sweet, besyonok, but I want this.” I drag my thumb along her jaw, memorizing every detail of her face in this moment. “I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”
Leaning closer, I brush my lips lightly over hers. “You will be my first time, Sitka. I’m giving you my virginity, just like you’re giving me yours.” With my knuckles dragging along the soft skin of her cheek, I say, “You’ll be my first, and I want you to be my last.”
Her breath hitches before I press my lips to hers, kissing her as she lets out a soft whimper and hikes her leg up to my hip.
I know what she wants, so I cup her ass and lift her up.
Arms and legs immediately wrap around me.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, and when she gives an impatient tug on the shirt I’m wearing, I carry her to the bed.
She stays locked around me, refusing to let me go. Her mouth distracts me, making me forget about everything else except the feel of her soft lips and the searing heat of her tongue that lights every part of me on fire.
Soon she’s tugging on my shirt again, trying to pull it up my back while still staying locked around me.
Forcing myself to pull back, I keep my lips hovering over hers while I say, “Sweetheart, you’ve got to let me go if you want me naked.”
She smiles up at me before closing the distance to kiss me again. “I’m never letting you go,” she murmurs against my lips.
I never knew words could have such a positive physical effect on me.
I’ve known the kind that hurt, that make me hate myself and feel less than, but I had no idea it could lean so strongly in the other direction.
Every sweet word she says to me is like a stroke to my cock while also flooding my body with love for her.
It’s the most powerful thing I’ve ever experienced, and I know she’ll always make me feel like this. I crave the feeling, just like I crave everything about her.
Slowly kissing her, I brace my hands on either side of her face and dig my knees into the bed, getting up on all fours so she can pull my shirt up.
Without breaking our kiss, we work together to free my arms, and when it’s hanging loose at my neck, I pull away just long enough to tug it over and off my head.
The needy whimper she gives when she runs her hands down my bare chest leaves me desperate for more.
Every drag of her nails, every soft brush of her fingers, and every time she digs them into my flesh like she’ll never be able to get me close enough makes me feel like I’m dancing on the edge of a cliff, so fucking close to falling off the damn thing.
Wanting to feel her skin against mine, I slide my hands under her shirt, slowly pulling it off her like she’d just done to me. Staring down at her, I watch as she makes quick work of her bra, unclasping it and tossing it aside in record time.
I duck my head, catching her nipple with my teeth. The gentle bite pulls an erotic moan from her lips, and when I give her a suck, filling my mouth with as much of her as I can fit, she rocks her hips and drags her nails along my scalp.
Groaning against her, I tongue her nipple and reach for the button of her jeans, needing her naked so I can taste every inch of her. Her fingers join mine, helping me to undo the button and zipper. I kiss my way to her other breast while I tug her pants and underwear off.
When she’s naked, she pushes on my shoulder, urging me to lay back.
Following her lead, I roll over, watching as she kneels beside me and reaches for my jeans.
There’s a slight shake to her fingers as she tugs my zipper down, and when I lift my hips for her, she grabs onto my jeans and boxer briefs, ridding me of both in one go.
My cock springs up, too fucking hard to do anything other than stand at attention.
Her lips part as she takes me in, eyes wide, the grey in them looking exactly like the Oregon sky I’ve grown to love.
“Keep looking at me like that and this is going to end up being a lot faster than I want it to be,” I warn her.
The corner of her mouth lifts as she runs a finger up my shaft, making me hiss out a breath as more pre-cum beads at my slit before slowly sliding down the length of me.
She watches me, noticing my body’s reaction to her touch, the way my abs tense, the hitch in my breath, and the way every fucking part of me is straining with the need to bury myself as deeply inside her as I can get.
“Sitka,” I warn when she keeps stroking me, adding in all five fingers so the sensations meld together, making it seem like she’s touching me everywhere at once. My cock pulses beneath her touch, wetting her fingers with more pre-cum as I force my body to not give in and let go.
When I see the wicked glint in her eye before she starts to lower her head, I reach up and wrap my fingers around her neck, holding her in place.
“I’m thrilled you think so highly of my stamina, but, sweetheart, the truth is I’m seconds away.”
She has the audacity to smirk at me. “I’m confident you’ll be able to go again in record time.”