Chapter Six
Damon sat at the table with the only family he had left. Technically, they were just friends, but he’d always felt like he belonged. Trent had always been his best friend, and his folks were more like parents to him than his own.
He just realized they would be their true family by law when, and not if, he and Emma married. There was no way he was letting her slip through his fingers.
He watched the two siblings. They had always been close, and he loved seeing they still were.
“Why did you move out?” he asked suddenly.
Her fork dropped. “Oh, well, I guess I wanted to be independent.”
He saw the disbelief on Trent’s face and knew it mirrored his own.
The Dom in him tightened. “You’re a horrible liar, baby.”
Emma gasped. “I’m not lying.”
His eyes narrowed. “You lie again, and I’ll heat up your ass.” The two glared at each other.
“You wouldn’t dare,” she hissed.
“Bet me,” Damon said.
He watched her look at her brother.
“Aren’t you going to stick up for me?”
Damon had to chuckle at how the other man sat, pretending to ignore them, and continued eating. When she asked the question, Trent looked shocked.
“Hell, no. He’s exactly what you need. You don’t listen to me,” Trent said.
“I don’t need anyone,” she said and stood, grabbing her plate and walking to the sink.
“I’m going to finish my dinner in my room. Good luck,” Trent whispered, picking up his plate and fork and leaving the kitchen.
Damon rolled his eyes and watched the chicken shit scamper out of the room.
He stood with his own plate and walked over to where she stood in front of the sink, rinsing her plate off. He set his plate off to the side on the counter and then pinned her against it with his body.
“What...” she stammered.
“We’re not done talking. Not by a long shot.”
He reached around her, turned the water off, then grabbed a towel and gently dried her hands. He took his time. It pleased him when her breath shuddered out of her lungs, and she shivered. It just solidified the knowledge that she wanted him regardless of the circumstances.
He pressed one of his hands to her lower stomach, used the other to sweep her hair off her shoulders, and started running his lips up and down her neck. “God, I’ve dreamed of having my hands on you for years, baby.”
Her head fell back against his shoulder, and she hummed.
The hand he had on her stomach slid upward. “Do you like my hands on you?” She didn’t answer, so his hand slid higher and cupped her breast. “Answer me.”
“I ... yes. But...”
“But what?” he asked.
“That doesn’t mean we’d be good together,” she whispered.
He snorted. “Are you really going to try to fight this?”
“I don’t know what to do. I’m just finding out everything, and I’ve only been here a few hours.”
Damon nibbled on her shoulder. “I know I should give you time and be patient, but I feel we’ve lost so much time already.”
He used two fingers to pinch her nipple, making her gasp. “I can make you feel so good,” he murmured against her neck before he gently bit down.
“I-I’m sure you could.”
He smiled at her sarcastic, slightly jealous tone. “I’ve thought a lot about the many ways I’m going to touch and fuck you. I want to make you come so many times you pass out.”
Her body jerked in his arms. “I don’t think I’d like that.”
“I’m going to make sure you love it, baby.” He pressed his cock against her back. “This is what you do to me.” He rubbed back and forth and was just about to come when she pressed back against him.
“Fuck, yes. Take what you want.”
He dry-humped her ass and cupped both breasts, giving them the attention they needed.
He could feel her body tighten up, and he smiled.
Just a little bit more, and he could throw her over.
This time, he bit down harder, and one of his hands slid between her legs to press on her clit through her jeans.
“Come for me,” he growled.
The hand on her breast came up to cover her mouth when she started to scream. He kept at her until he’d wrung every bit of pleasure out of her. She slumped against him. He easily held her in his arms and hugged her tightly.
“I want to be able to do that every night. Wouldn’t you like that?”
Emma sighed and tried to push him back.
He felt how shaky her legs were, lifted her into his arms, sat on one of the chairs, and placed her sideways on his lap. He used the side of his hand to tilt her head back so he could see her face.
“I know I’m probably coming on strong, but I’ve needed you every day of my life since I was eighteen. I always knew I’d make you mine, but you thought we’d never be together. Am I right?”
She nodded.
“So, I’ll give you some time. Not a lot. But a bit of time to come to grips with the situation and us. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to touch you every chance I get.” He loved the confused, desire-filled expression on her face.
He bent his head and kissed her. This was the first kiss they’d ever had, and it engulfed him in a strong desire so hot he groaned.
His tongue tasted her the same way he wanted to fuck her and give her every bit of pleasure he could.
They were both clinging and devouring each other like there was no tomorrow.
Damon ripped his mouth away as air billowed in and out of his lungs. “Fuck, baby. We’re going to set the bed on fire.”
“Are you guys about done?” Trent yelled from down the hallway.
Damon grunted and then chuckled. “For now, we are.”
Trent sauntered into the kitchen and grinned at the look on his sister’s face. He grinned when Damon rolled his eyes at him over Emma’s head.
They all three cleaned the kitchen before settling into the family room. They sat on the long sofa with Emma between them.
Trent started the thriller they had picked while Damon got him and Emma comfortable. His arm was behind her on top of the sofa, and he made sure she stayed against him.
Her tension calmed after several minutes, and he could feel her relax against him. It felt like heaven having her in his arms. Now, he just had to keep her there.