Chapter 33 – Magnum
Chapter Thirty-Three
Magnum
Itake her across state lines once everybody leaves Deacon Hollingsworth’s premises.
I apologize for getting him in the middle of things and he tells me to make sure I smooth things over with Wyatt and Hunter if I know what’s good for me, and not to worry about the bullets.
I have nothing to fear from either of them.
Damara clearly has a bug up her ass when we get to New Mexico for the night.
I don’t exactly know where we’re staying tonight but I put us up at the Marriott, which meant driving an extra fifty miles so we wouldn’t have to sleep in a shitty motel.
I don’t know what’s wrong with her. She has problems, that’s for sure.
Or maybe she doesn’t like the way things turned out.
When we settle down in the Marriott for the night, Damara immediately turns the television on and starts watching a Men In Black on TBS with Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones. Haven’t seen that one in a while, but I’d rather get us dinner before we head home.
“Can I trouble you to order some food?” I ask her during one of the commercials. Damara glares at me. What the fuck did I do?
“I’m not hungry.”
“Great. You still need to eat.”
Doesn’t she think I’m tired too? Damara puts the volume up.
Alright, that’s it. She’s got a problem with me and we’re going to talk about it.
I walk over to her comfy ass spot on the bed and grab the remote out of her hand.
She reaches out to swat me and I hold the remote over my head so she can’t reach it without jumping out of bed and making her best uncomfortable effort.
“Give that back!”
“What? You were watching that?”
“Yes!” Damara hisses, standing on her tiptoes as she desperately tries her best to snatch the remote from me.
“Well too damn bad. We’re going to talk.”
“The movie isn’t over, Magnum,” she says between her sad little grunts as she totally fails to wrestle the remote from me.
“You haven’t seen Men In Black a thousand fucking times? We’re going to talk like adults.”
“And say what, Magnum? It’s over. We solved the problem. If that was supposed to make me feel fucking amazing about this, it doesn’t.”
“How do you think I feel?”
Damara looks at me with utter confusion, as if she never considered even for a moment that I might have feelings. This woman drives me up the fucking wall, but there’s no way in hell she can believe that, right?
My heart pounds as I wait for Damara to give me some kind of response. The only change I see is the anger on her face softening. And only slightly.
“You have feelings?”
I act like her jab doesn’t hurt because it’s her typical deflection tactic. Try to hurt me more until I leave her the hell alone. It would work on me if it weren’t a game that I perfected and more importantly, a game I want us both to let go of now that we have a baby on the way.
“Yes, you impossible brat. I have feelings. I love you. I love our baby. I love everything except the way we got together, which we can’t fucking change.”
“So I’m a brat now?”
Of course she’s a brat. My brat. My pink-haired, sexy-as-fuck…
brat. This woman has put more scratches on me than any barn cat I’ve ever been around.
She’s wild. Feral. The exact kind of woman who matches my lifestyle on the back of the bike.
I wouldn’t want anyone else but her. There’s something different about Damara compared to any other woman that I’ve been with. It’s exactly what I love about her.
“Do you actually think I’m going to leave you?”
“Yes.”
“I won’t. I won’t even let you get ten fucking feet out of my sight.”
“Because that’s healthy.”
“What’s healthy is keeping you safe. When you have a baby… and when you have proven to me that you won’t dive headfirst into trouble… I’ll relax.”
“Why do I doubt that?”
“Because you’re the type of woman who questions everything.”
“It would be a lot faster if you just called me a bitch.”
“I didn’t,” I respond firmly. “Because I didn’t call you that. You’re strong-willed. It’s not a trait I’m afraid of in vehicles… why should women be any different.”
“Because women have brains.”
“Thank God for that,” I whisper, clasping her hips and pulling her close to me.
Doesn’t Damara understand? I want her because she’s a pain in my ass.
I want her because she gets my engine going in the way a bike never could.
Because she’s a woman. A flesh and blood reminder of my reason for being here on this Earth.
It’s not just bikes or desert that stretches out for miles.
Life is more than money, or even whiskey.
None of that really matters until you meet the woman you’re meant to be with. The sunsets look a little more like paintings with her around. And whiskey doesn’t burn when it swirls down my throat. And when I wake up in the morning, I get out of bed without that old man groan I got so used to.
There’s no life without Damara. There’s no reason for it. So yeah, I don’t want her out of my fucking sight. Because I spent years not knowing what it felt like to love a woman like this and I don’t want to miss a goddamned second of it. Especially not with a flight risk like this one.
“I love you,” I whisper. “I love you enough to keep you. To hold you. To become a better man if that’s what you want from me.”
Damara’s body presses more firmly against mine as her resistance melts away. She feels what I feel. I’ve always known. I just want to hear her say it. I need her to say it.
“I love you too.”
“Finally.”
“Don’t catch an attitude.”
“I had to work for that.”
“And you’ll work for the next one too,” she says. I shake my head, but then I can’t help myself. I have to kiss her. She lets me, which only makes me kiss her even harder. Damara’s lips are delicious and soft.
“I love you,” I whisper. “I want you to know that. And I want to marry you, except I suspect you won’t like that sort of thing.”
“Marriage?”
Of course she protests.
“I’ll get you the biggest rock you’ve ever seen.”
Damara raises her eyebrows with delight she can’t help but hide. “Just so you know, I follow Gucci Mane’s wife, Keyshia Ka'oir, on Instagram. My standards are high.”
“I don’t know who or what you’re talking about, but if I have to sell an apartment building to get you an engagement ring, I’ll do it. As long as you don’t pawn it and run away.”
“I’ll be too pregnant to run away by the time you sell that building.”
This woman will be testing me my entire life and I find myself strangely excited by the thought of a continuous, neverending challenge.
“So I’m selling a building.”
“Yup. If you expect me to believe you’re more than just talk.”
“All the time we’ve spent in the bedroom hasn’t proven that?”
We’re way too close to a bed for Damara to keep talking this tough.
She smirks at me with that fierce, impossible to tame attitude that starts my engine.
I kiss her and she kisses back with more lust than the first time.
Her hands rush to my face as Damara strokes my beard, sending chills running straight through me as she tugs gently at my face.
My cock stiffens with desire for her and I push my hips against her body, taking her one step closer to the bed with each movement of our tongues against each other.
My hands move to Damara’s ass and she grunts as I toss her back onto the bed.
My body follows hers as I press her into the mattress.
Damn, it feels a lot better than a dang motel.
“I’ll keep showing you how much I love you,” I whisper. “Since you keep casting doubt over me and my feelings. Every day from this point forward, I’ll prove it to you.”
She strips my clothes off with fury I’ve never seen from Damara before.
I love how badly she wants to get me naked.
After the way we got together, there’s always been this nagging doubt that maybe she won’t really want me after all.
So this feels good to have her and to know that we’re going to have this baby together and she won’t be leaving me alone at all.
The way she kisses me gets me rock hard and only increases my lust for her.
I crave Damara’s touch desperately. Holding onto her hips, I let her touch me all over, running her fingers over my chest hair and down towards my chiseled abs.
I grunt as she touches just over my trousers.
Damara’s fingers move deftly over my belt and she maintains her singular focus as I hump her hand like a fucking animal.
My cock springs out of my briefs as Damara grabs hold of the waistband in an effort to set my dick free.
I groan as she touches me and try not to cum hard as her hand wraps around my shaft.
Damara knows exactly how to please me, but even if she were totally ignorant, just the sensation of her skin against mine might be enough to push me over the edge.
I’m utterly in fucking love with her. She groans and spreads her legs, giving me access to her wetness as she releases my dick from its fabric prison.
“You will make a list of whatever you want when I’m done thoroughly fucking you,” I whisper as I slide my head across Damara’s soaking wet pussy lips. “When I make all your dreams come true, I’ll marry you.”
Damara’s arms swing over my back. I can feel her drawing my body close to hers, practically begging me to spread her pussy lips open and enter her with slow precision. She bites her lip and looks me in the eyes, expecting my cock without agreement.
“You will marry me, Damara?”
“Yes,” she says. “Yes, now stop teasing me, you big brute…”
I chuckle and slide the head of my cock in her, enjoying the loud moan that erupts from Damara’s mouth. She’s so fucking sexy it hurts, honestly. I crave more of her. My hips draw me even closer and I groan as I struggle to get my pierced shaft inside Damara’s tightness.