Chapter Thirteen
He pressed his face against the back of her head as he tried to gain some semblance of control in his body.
When he finally got his breath under control, he lifted his chest off her. His love for her seemed to grow daily, and he again felt his heart swell with emotion at that moment.
Before, she was the woman he wanted to spend his life with, but now, seeing her enjoy being taken hard and butt-fucked made his possessiveness deeper than he ever thought possible.
“Goddamn, woman. I love you so fucking much.” He smoothed the hair off the side of her face. “I can’t lose you. Promise you’ll let me take care of you.”
He saw the tears seep out of the side of her eyes, and then she nodded.
He exhaled. “Thank you. We still have some talking to do, but I think we’d better take this home.”
“All right.”
He pulled out of her and stuffed his cock back into his jeans before helping her sit up. He lifted her off the table and smoothed her skirt down.
She held her hand out. “My panties, please.”
He smirked and shoved them deeper into his front pocket.
“Hey,” she said.
“Baby, they’re torn. You can’t wear them anyway. Besides, I like that you’re bare, and you probably have my cum running down your leg. Am I right?”
He saw her blush and then nod.
He chuckled. “Good. Now, we need to go home.”
She turned as she picked up her purse. “I talked to Connor about getting a gun.”
He had forgotten that. His friend had told him before he walked into the room, and he had about lost it. His anger spiked again. “Never.”
She gasped as she stared at him. “What do you mean? Why can’t I?”
“Because gun owners are more likely to hurt themselves or someone they didn’t intend to shoot.”
“But if I had training...”
Jesus, the thought of her with a gun made him nauseous. “Let’s talk about this later. I’ll be teaching some classes, and we’ll see if you want to learn.”
She smiled brightly. “Absolutely.”
Fuck. He didn’t know if he’d have the balls to let her shoot, but he’d worry about this another day. Now, they had a stalker to talk about. Damon wrapped an arm around her waist and led her out, waving at a few people. He got her into her car and buckled. “I’ll follow you home.”
“What, you don’t trust me to go on my own?”
He almost smiled at her snippy tone. “No, I don’t.”
He closed the door on her gasp, got into his truck, and waited for her. His grin grew when he caught her scowl in her rearview mirror. Too bad she was angry because he was beyond pissed.
They pulled up to the house, and he was glad to see Trent’s car there. The sooner they told her brother, the better he’d feel. He knew Trent wasn’t going to take this lightly.
Damon clasped her hand in his as they walked into the house and the kitchen.
“Hey, guys,” Trent said. “I’m making sandwiches. Do you want one?”
“Sure. Let me help.” He led her to a chair and pushed her into a seat. “I’ll make yours. What do you want?”
“You know I can make my own, Damon.”
“I know. Now, what meat do you want on your sandwich?”
She growled. “Turkey.”
The men talked as they ate. Damon saw Trent look at his sister in concern when she said nothing. She had a look of dread on her face, telling him she knew she had messed up by not telling her brother.
When her brother opened his mouth to ask, Damon shook his head and mouthed “later.”
Trent nodded.
Damon stood and picked up a few plates. “After taking care of the dishes, we need to sit at the table. Your sister has something she wants to talk about.”
A few minutes later, Damon lifted Emma’s hand as they got comfortable at the table.
“Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on,” Trent said when she said nothing.
She inhaled. “I just want you to know I did what I did with the best intentions and not because I didn’t trust or think you couldn’t help.”
Trent nodded. “Okay.”
“The last several months, I’ve had a stalker.”
Trent looked dumbfounded. “What? Wait. What did you say?”
“I started getting notes on my car at work. Then I started to receive flowers or some little trinket signed by my admirer.”
“Have you gone to the police?” Trent asked.
“Yes. Several times, they can’t do anything until we find out who it is, or something happens.”
“Like you getting attacked? That’s what they’re waiting for?” Trent asked.
Damon heard the anger in his friend’s tone that he was trying to control.
She just nodded.
“That’s why the job changed?”
“Yes,” she said.
“What about the apartment? It would have been safer here.”
“The notes threatened to harm you, or worse, and that I needed to stay as far from you as I could.”
Damon hated to see the pain in his friend’s eyes.
“So, you did.”
She looked down at the table. “The only thing going through my mind was that I couldn’t lose you. You’re the only family I have left.”
“Oh, but it’s okay for me to lose you?” Trent yelled, stood suddenly, and walked a few steps away.
Damon could tell he wasn’t taking this well, but it was between brother and sister. He was there if they needed him, but kept his mouth shut.
Emma started crying. “No. I’m so sorry. I admit now that I was thinking about myself, and at the same time, I worried about you.”
Trent ran a hand through his hair and stared at the floor. “Jesus, I can’t believe you were able to keep this from me. I’m pissed and hurt, sis. I’m your big brother. I’m supposed to take care of you, and you didn’t even give me a chance. Did you think I was incapable of protecting you?”
She shook her head. “No. That’s not it at all. I know I was wrong, and it was extremely selfish. I’m so sorry, and I hope you can forgive me.”
Trent turned his back to them. Damon knew how he was feeling. He looked at Emma and saw a profound agony he hoped would recede soon, because he hated seeing it on her face or his friend’s.
Emma waited a minute, and when her brother hadn’t said anything, she stood and rushed to him, hugged him tightly, and lay her head on his back.
“I’m so sorry,” she said.
It only took a few seconds, and Trent turned to face them and hugged her back.
Damon relaxed back in the chair. If he remembered correctly, they could never stay mad at each other for long. They’d argue a little more. Maybe yell a bit, but it always came down to their love for each other. It used to make him jealous of Trent because he had a sibling.
Damon didn’t know whether having a sister or brother would have improved his childhood. On the one hand, he wouldn’t be alone, but on the other, he would have had someone else to care for and protect.
He decided it was better to be the only child, especially since he got to pretend Trent and Emma’s family was his. The universe was right about keeping him an only child.