Chapter Nineteen
Damon
I leave my motorcycle at the club and take Corey home in the car, because she’s had one too many drinks to sit on the back safely. I’ve never brought a woman back to the clubhouse, mostly because I never wanted anyone in my business, but also because it always felt too personal to have them in my space, surrounded by my family. But with Corey it feels so natural.
“I just wanted to say that I should have told you I was going to come out tonight,” she says, staring at my profile as I drive. “I mean, it was a last-minute decision after you told me you were there, but still. Thinking of you being around sexy women dancing made me extremely jealous, and I was impulsive.”
“You can trust me, Corey. If I wanted to fuck around with dancers, I could have been doing that this whole time. I only want you,” I assure her, reaching out and touching her thigh. “No one else.”
“Okay.” She nods, resting her hand on my own. “Then I will trust you until you give me a reason not to. Tonight ended up being the best night ever, though. River accepted us and let me leave with you, and I had an amazing time with the girls. And I even made a new friend in Echo. I think she really needed some friends tonight, and I’m glad she came and hung out with us. She gave me her number, so next time we do something I can invite her.”
“I’m sure she’d love that,” I reply, smiling at her excited tone. One thing I’m not going to do is tell her that Echo did kind of hit on me tonight, because I don’t need to ruin their friendship before it begins.
“Where are we going?” she asks, when I don’t turn down the road leading to the clubhouse, taking a last-minute detour.
“I’m going to get you something to eat—and something to drink,” I tell her, parking the car at the service station. I lean over to her, kiss her, and then say against her lips, “Because the first time I’m going to have you, you aren’t going to be drunk.”
“Trust me, I’m suddenly feeling very sober,” she replies, teeth sinking into her lower lip.
I grin and get out of the car to buy some water, soda, painkillers, and snacks in case she has a hangover tomorrow.
“Let’s stop and get you something to eat,” I say to her when I slide back in.
“I’d love a burger,” she replies, so I head back the other way and stop to get her whatever she wants. “And then I’d love you to take me home and fuck me. Finally.”
I almost choke on my sip of water.
“I’m so ready, Damon, you have no idea. And the fact that it’s you that’s going to be my first makes me so fucking ready,” she sighs. “And I’m not drunk anymore, so don’t even try to use that as an excuse.”
Fuck.
I shift in my seat, my cock hardening. “If you want food, you’d better stay quiet, or I’m going to take you straight home and fuck you.”
She seems to consider my words, and then reaches over and strokes my thigh, and then my cock, a hiss escaping me at the contact over my jeans.
“Corey,” I warn.
“Fuck the food,” she whispers.
I turn the car around.
The ride back is tense, especially with her teasing, and I’m so fucking hard that I’m going to burst the second she touches me.
When we get inside, I lead her to my bedroom and lock the door behind us. She sits down on my bed and looks around my room, and then starts unbuckling the straps of her heels. I kneel and help her, and then look up to see her beautiful hazel eyes on me, a happy expression etched onto her face.
“You look good on your knees,” she says, lips twitching.
Fuck, she’s going to be the death of me.
“Corey—”
“Are you going to help me take the rest off?” she asks, and I grin and get her out of her tight black dress, bra, and panties.
She squeals a little when I pick her up, grabbing the bare globes of her ass and moaning at the handful. “God, look at you. Perfect.”
“Should we have a quick shower?” she asks, and I carry her into the bathroom, turning on the hot water. She jumps in while I strip down and get in there with her. She’s tied her hair on top of her head in a messy bun, a few loose curly strands falling on her face. I brush them back and try to hide my expression as she takes me in from head to toe, running her fingers down my abs.
“How is this all mine?” she asks, looking down at my cock with wide eyes. “It’s...a very nice size.”
Shit.
If she keeps talking to it like that, it’s going to get a whole lot bigger.
We rub soap on each other, and her casual touches and strokes turn me on so much. I can’t wait to be inside of her, but I want to make it a good experience for her and take it slowly, no matter how ready she says she is. She makes it hard when she reaches out to stroke me, and I pick her up and kiss her, pushing her back against the glass screen. She wraps her legs around me and her arms hold onto my neck. Her wet, beautiful body pressed against mine snaps even my strong will, and I turn the water off, dry us both off, and take her to bed.
After I put on a slow jam playlist and grab a condom out of my top drawer, I get under the sheets next to her, and she doesn’t hesitate.
She pulls me to her and kisses me deeply, her intention clear.
She’s ready, and she wants me now.
I roll her onto her back and take my time teasing her, and then go down on her and make her come with my tongue. Now that I’m learning what she likes, she finishes a lot faster this time, and then I slide the protection on and rub my cock against her pussy.
“Are you sure?” I ask her, but she cuts me off before I can barely get the sentence out.
“Yes, Damon. Fuck me, please,” she begs, and so I start to slide in slowly, sucking and licking her nipples while I do so. I bite down gently, and she seems to like that, so I do it again as I push my hard cock all the way in.
I lift my head to check on her, and what a fucking sight it is. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips are parted, and her eyes are filled with lust.
She lifts her hips against me, impatient, so I give her what she wants, still holding myself back so that I don’t hurt her.
“Hard. I want it hard,” she whispers in my ear, digging her nails into my back.
And so, I let loose, and show her the side of me she’s been longing to know.
I make her mine.