Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
DOTTIE
I gave my parents five grand.
I’ll never see it again, but I gave them the money anyway.
He’s sick after all.
But today is a new day, and I have a date. A fucking date with the Tin Man.
Just as I’m about to lock up, my phone chimes in my pocket.
Arrie.
Shit.
“Hey, Wench,” I answer.
“You’re the wench, wench.”
“Child much?”
She laughs. “What are you doing tonight?”
Double shit.
“I’m going to my parents for dinner,” I lie.
“How is that going?”
“Alright. ”
“Liar.”
“What?”
“Have they asked you for money yet?”
I stay silent.
“Dottie,” she says, sighing.
“They’re behind in the mortgage repayments because the medical bills and shit.”
“Don’t lie to yourself or me, because we both know that’s a lie .”
I sigh. “He’s paying me back when they get the insurance money. Look, Arrie, please, I don’t want to do this right now.”
“Alright. I’m here if you need me, and we are having a girls’ night next week, whether you like it or not.”
I smile.
“It’s a date.”
We exchange a few more words before we say goodbye and hangup.
I have two hours to get ready before I need to make the hour trek to Rafter’s Falls, so with that on my mind, I make my way to the hotel to get ready for the night.
Shimmying into a charcoal-coloured dress, silver platform sandals, and curling my hair, I give my eyes a smoky look before stepping back to look at myself.
The dress finishes above my knees and dips low enough to show a healthy amount of cleavage, but not enough to look tacky. I look hot. Hell, I feel sexy.
With one last look in the mirror, I grab my phone to find a message there.
I can’t wait to meet you, Blossom. See you soon. X
Rafter’s Falls. It’s such a pretty place, and I make a mental note to visit more often. Pulling up at the front of the bar, I check my hair and makeup, and make sure my tits aren’t hanging out before I exit the car.
With my hand on the handle, I’m about to open it when my phone vibrates.
He’s in there.
My belly dips, and goosebumps pebble my skin.
I’m in a booth at the back waiting for you, Blossom. I’m in a long-sleeved, dark blue shirt and blue jeans. I can’t wait to see you.
Instead of typing out a message to let him know I’m here, I decide to surprise him and head into the bar. My wedges sink into the plush carpet, and I make my way to the back.
The dim lights above give a warmth to the atmosphere.
I spot him. Tin Man’s back is to me, but I know it’s him. I can feel the electricity tethering us together, the magnetism pulling me toward him.
When he sits up taller, his body tensing under his long shirt, I know he’s sensed me, however, when he turns around, nothing could have prepared me for who sits before me.
“Damon?” I shriek, looking around for someone matching the Tin Man’s description.
“Dottie, what are you doing here?”
“Oh fuck. This cannot be happening.”
“What are you talking about?” he hisses, grabbing my arm and pulling me down to sit beside him.
My breaths become shallow, my vision spotty, and I know I’m about to have a panic attack but then Damon speaks, assuaging me.
“Dorothy, I need you to listen to me. Breathe. One, two, three.”
I do as he says, following his prompting, and when I look at him, I see the realisation in his eyes.
“Blossom?”
“Tin Man.”
“Fuck.”
“Double fuck.”
We stare at each other for way too long.
“It doesn’t matter whether you’re Dottie or Blossom. You make me want to be selfish.”
“Do we deserve to be selfish?”
“Two people like us? Of course we do,” he says, his lips brushing the vein in my neck.
My breath hitches, and before I know what’s happening, his tongue is down my throat, and I’m opening up for him, taking what he’s giving me.
I want to be selfish.
I grip onto his shirt like a lifeline, feeling his muscles tense beneath my fingers. He pulls away, resting his forehead on mine, and I feel his hot, fast breath across my face.
“Want to get out of here?”
I try to say no, knowing that’s what I should do, what Arrie would want me to do, but Damon is right. We deserve to be selfish. So, I give him the answer he wants. The answer I want to give him.
“Yes.”
“Thank fuck.” Damon grabs my hand and hauls me up and we rush out of the bar like two horny teenagers. “I have a room at the Sebel. It’s just around the corner.”
Is this wrong? Fuck yes .
Would Arrie hate me if she knew? More than likely.
Do I care? Fuck yes.
Am I still going to do this? More than likely.
Anxiety and fear begin to capitalise, but I force myself to breathe through it, yet when Damon speaks, it’s mollified.
“Get out of your head, Sweet Dottie, it’s no good to either of us now.”
Gnawing on my lip, I push the guilt out of my mind and focus on our surroundings. We are standing out front of the Sebel. It’s beautiful, but I don’t have time to admire it. Damon is pulling me in the direction of his room.
Once the door slams behind, Damon pushes me into it, his hands fisting my curls.
Tongues lashing, lips smacking, we duel for dominance, each of us seemingly relieved we are both giving in.
Damon pulls away to rest his forehead on mine, I wonder if this will be over before it even begins.
It would be for the best, but there is a huge part of me, the selfish part that wants this. Wants him. I’ve given and given my entire life, always putting everyone’s needs before my own, but this time I want to put me first.
Even if I’m about to hurt the only person I care about in the entire fucking world. Our breaths mingle in the closed space, and I wait to see what he does next. I want him to choose me, but I won’t beg either.
“If we do this, everything changes. You understand that, right?”
I nod.
“I need your words, baby.”
The strain in his voice gives him away, and I know he’s wrestling his own demons. I stay quiet and think. If I allow this to happen, then things will change, and how that looks frightens me .
We’re not meant to be together, so what we do will be nothing but a filthy secret we can both remember in the dark when no one is around. I’m not tricking myself into believing this is anything more than a one-night stand.
Arrie.
She’s going to hate me.
But I can’t think straight with him so close. His scent is consuming me, and I can taste him on my tongue. As if reading my thoughts, Damon takes a step back and I draw in a rattled breath.
I’m hesitant, worried, downright petrified.
“Dorothy, I need you to use your words. Please.”
Swallowing I look at the man before me. This man, who saved me so many times, a man who has watched me grow up, a man I’ve fantasised about half my damn life.
Arrie.
Butterflies swarm my belly, and I draw my lip into my mouth and bite down on it until I taste blood. Can I do this? Can I sleep with him and then wake up tomorrow like it didn’t happen?
I don’t know.
“Dorothy, look at me.”
I peer up at him as he steps forward and cups my face, pulling my lip free with his finger and wiping at the blood no doubt on my lips.
“You can walk away now. I won’t ever bring this up again, and I won’t pursue you, because I know the burden you’re carrying; it’s resting heavily on my shoulders too.
But don’t we deserve this? I don’t believe meeting you through that stupid fucking app, and you being in my apartment when I got home was a coincidence, Dottie, no fucking way.
Whatever is happening here is meant to happen. Don’t you feel it?”
I see the vulnerability in his eyes .
I know he’s right, but it still feels wrong, and I’m scared of how Arrie will take this if she ever finds out. But seeing him so raw and slightly unhinged, solidifies my answer and the next words that tumble from my mouth.
“Ok,” I finally say.
“Thank fucking Christ.”
I don’t have time to process what is happening. He’s lifting me up and slamming me against the wall. I squeal as my legs wrap around his head, and in the next second I’m straddling his face with my hands gripping his hair.
“Damon,” I breathe.
“Fuck you smell good. Just like I remember,” he mumbles into my lace covered pussy. The vibration from his voice sends a gentle hum all over my body as he pushes my dress higher.
“What are you do ─ doing?”
“About to feast on your pretty little cunt.”
Then he grips my thigh with one hand, flicks my thong to the side with his other, and his hot tongue lashes against my clit. I cry out, pulling on his hair. I’ve never done anything like this before, and a part of me is embarrassed.
But the other part is revelling in it.
“Oh my God.” My legs start to shake.
Damon growls something into my pussy but I can’t make it out. Then I hear the telltale signs of ripping.
“Damon!”
He doesn’t say a thing. He does grip my ass with both hands, and force my pussy onto his tongue harder, though. My orgasm climbs higher and higher, and before I realise what I’m doing, I’m rocking into his face unabashedly, calling out his name.
His grip on my ass cheeks, are a mixture of agony and bliss, but I welcome it even with the wall ripping at my backless dress. Heat thrums recklessly throughout my entire body, and I decide to glance down, only to find Damon’s face covered in my juices and a wild look in his dark blue eyes.
“You’re going to come for me, Sweet Dottie. Come all over my tongue, baby, so I drown in your juices. Now!” His mouth closes over my clit and he starts sucking.
“Damon! Fuck!” I scream, my eyes locked on his as my orgasm barrels up and I feel myself explode into a thousand pieces.
Damon growls, sucks harder, and then he bites my clit, sending shockwaves over my entire body.
I watch him the entire time, and it feels so naughty doing so.
He makes me feel things that others have failed to do, and when he slides me down his face, his stubble rubbing deliciously on my sensitive clit, I know this is it.
I am going to sleep with Damon Woods.
He places a shaky hand in mine, leads me over to the bed and asks me to lift my arms so he can take my dress off.
He can’t hide the hitch in his voice even if he tried. The fabric glides over my body, and goosebumps ripple over my skin. When I stand there naked, he steps back and admires me.
Heat settles in my cheeks, and I shield my face from him.
“Oh no, Sweet Dottie. I’ve been waiting for this a very fucking long time. I want to see you. All of you.”
Lifting my head, I watch him undress. My heart gallops in my chest, and my palms sweat.
He moves at an agonising pace, and I clench my hands into fists to stop myself from reaching out.
I can’t take my eyes off him.
I’ve been waiting for this for a long time, and to know it’s going to be him, only makes this seem like it was always written in the stars.
We aren’t meant to be together, but here we are.
I keep myself in the moment, not thinking too much, and when he undoes the button on his jeans and pulls them down my eyes blow wide.
He’s huge.
And at the tip of his cock is a piercing.
My head snaps up to catch him smirking again.
“You’re not the only one with piercings, baby girl,” he croons, kicking out of his jeans.
How in the actual fuck is that going to fit inside of me?
With his clothes in a heap on the floor, he pushes me onto the bed, and I fall onto it with a squeal. Damon smirks at me, and then he’s crawling over me, his hand cupping my face before he trails a finger down my chin, neck, to my tits as he squeezes and pulls on my nipple ring.
“Oh shit,” I whimper, the delicious pain moving through me.
“Fuck, you are beautiful, Dottie. I hate to admit it, but I’ve been dreaming of this moment for way too long to be appropriate.”
“You, ha─have?” I stumble through my words when he pulls on the ring again.
“Mhhm,” he hums before wrapping his mouth around my nipple and sucking.
My back bows off the bed, and my hands thread through his hair while his hand moves down my body.
“Since I caught you playing with yourself on my couch,” he admits, groaning in approval as his fingers work me, and I’m surprised to feel an orgasm approaching.
With each suck and tug on my nipple ring, he draws me closer and closer, his fingers increasing in speed while my pussy clamps down on his fingers.
This is really going to happen.
“Damon, please. I need… more.” I don’t know what I’m asking for, but from the feral look in his eyes, he does.
Growling, he removes his fingers and moves quickly. I’m dripping I’m that wet, and when he looks down at me with his cock in his hand, his eyes hooded, I feel myself gushing.
I should tell him, I know that, but I’m scared he’ll stop and this will be over. I open my mouth, but no words come out.
Without warning, he slams inside of me.
I scream and claw at the bed as the pain slices through me.
“God damn it, Dottie, you’re tight, too fucking tight,” Damon grinds out between clenched teeth.
Realisation forms on his face and his eyes grow wide. I feel a sliver of remorse for not preparing him, but the throbbing in my pussy outweighs those feelings. I need him to move or do something because it hurts, and I feel fucking heavy.
Gritting down on his jaw, he moves in and out of me a couple of times before looking away from me, and down at where we are joined. Every time he pushes inside me and pulls out, it feels like I’m burning from the inside out and I feel the tears threatening to spill over.
Swallowing, Damon stops moving and I see the war waging in his mind.
“Fucking hell, Dottie, why didn’t you tell me?”