Chapter 23
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
ADELINE
“This is such a bad idea,” I murmur once we’re inside the bedroom, more to myself than for him.
Damon’s hand runs down my throat, and my head falls back, his lips casting open-mouth kisses along my heated flesh.
“No, this is the best thing we’ve ever done.” He brings my head up and locks eyes with me as if he’s sealing a promise. “Except Clover. She’ll always be the best.”
“She’s perfect,” I whisper.
“She’s beautiful like her mommy.” His thumb runs down my throat. “So fucking beautiful.”
I clench my thighs together, not from his words but from his eyes, the way he looks at me. Then I press my lips to his, and my moan spills into his mouth. His fingers tighten their hold on the threads of my hair before he strips his lips from mine.
“My dick was hard all night thinking about you in that outfit. Your ass.” He reaches down with his free hand and slaps my left ass cheek.
“And Jesus, these tits.” The same hand grazes up my body and molds to my breast, pushing down the fabric of my blouse until his thumb runs over my nipple.
“Tell me to stop because I’m about to snap. ”
I do exactly the opposite.
“Fuck me, Damon,” I rasp, barely able to breathe from the adrenaline pulsing through my veins.
He thrusts his tongue into my mouth until our tongues tangle in a dance that feels natural.
I wait for him to strip his lips from mine, say something dirty, but instead he takes his time with the kiss, and I sink into him.
My core clenches with every stroke of his tongue, remembering the feeling of it between my legs.
My fingers entwine in his short hair, wishing he had more for me to pull on.
He shifts us, his hand running down the valley of my breasts to the button of my pants. With one hand, he flicks open the button, and I groan, desperate for him to feel how wet I am. My zipper slides down, and he slips two fingers under the top of my panties, moving his fingers back and forth.
“How wet are you?”
I smile at him. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
Instead of dipping his hand lower, he steps back, and I feel cold and empty without his hands and lips on me. “Take them off for me.”
He crosses his arms over his impressive, bare chest, his hard dick tenting his shorts.
I hook my fingers on either side of my pants and shimmy them down my legs.
“Did you shave for some asshole tonight?”
“No.”
“Good.” He squeezes his dick through his shorts. “The blouse too.”
I lower the zipper on the side and peel it off my body, leaving me in only a black thong since I wasn’t wearing a bra with this shirt.
He strips out of his shorts, taking his long, thick length and pumping it with his hand. “I deserve a fucking medal for staying away as long as I have.”
God, I don’t remember Damon being so lustful over my body before, and it boosts my ego since he’s seen me pre-baby, extremely pregnant, and now postpartum.
“Why are you still over there?” I climb back onto his bed, kneeling near the edge.
He watches me for another second before approaching me, his hand slowly stroking himself. As soon as he’s close enough, I cast small kisses along his chest, my hands running up and down and around to his back, then down to his firm ass. I squeeze it, and he growls.
His hand dips under the elastic of my thong, running over the length of my pussy and finding me soaking wet. “Fuuuuck.” He thrusts a finger inside me.
I tip my head back and moan, staring up at him with my mouth open because it feels so good. He gently massages my clit with his thumb, and oh my god, it’s been too long. I’m practically ready to come apart already.
Damon must see the pleading in my eyes because he smirks, knowing he has me right where he wants me.
He pushes another finger inside me, and the lazy circles on my clit make me fall forward, forehead on his chest. I suck on his nipple, needing something to distract me from the orgasm trying to rush through me.
“Go ahead, there’s plenty more to come,” he whispers, and I lay my cheek on his chest, staring up at him as I fall apart on his fingers.
Once I’ve come down a little, he presses his mouth to mine, possessive and frantic. He lowers me to the mattress, using his strong thighs to open my legs as my back falls into the plushness of his mattress.
“I promise, after this first time, I’ll make it last longer and give you so many more.”
I giggle as he reaches over to his drawer and pulls out a condom. I hold his hand as he rises on his knees to put it on. “Should we check it or something?”
He places it at my mouth. “Bite it.” I put my teeth on the package, and he tears it open. “We couldn’t be that lucky twice.”
“Ha, says the man who wasn’t pregnant.”
He takes out the condom and rolls it down his length.
“I didn’t even get to taste you.” I stick out my bottom lip in a pout.
“We’re not done. I just need to come to calm myself the fuck down. And then we’ll have all kinds of time to play.” He stares between my legs, his teeth biting into his lower lip. “Show me.”
His large hand runs down my inner thigh, and goosebumps follow his path. Slowly, I open my legs, feeling a little shy about it because this is the first time a man is seeing me since I gave birth. But as usual, Damon doesn’t make me feel self-conscious at all.
With a growl in the back of his throat, he falls on top of me, his tip pushing against my opening. My hands cling to his shoulders, and he sinks inside me inch by inch until he’s fully seated and stretching me in the best way.
“Oh my god,” I say, pressing my head back into the mattress.
He moves inside me, slowly at first, but the more the sounds of how wet I am echo through the quiet bedroom, his pace increases until he’s fucking me so hard and so fast you’d think we were being timed to win a race.
I wrap my legs around his middle, and he sets one leg on his shoulder, driving into me so deeply I cry out, only to cover my mouth. Clover cannot wake up right now.
“Adeline, you’re gonna be the death of me.” He inches down and takes my nipple into his mouth, teasing the hard nub with his tongue.
My hands tug and pull, scratching his back as though I want to consume him. He shifts his attention to my other nipple, and my back arches off the mattress.
“God, yes.” The pull between my legs becomes more insistent.
His teeth nibble, and for the second time within minutes, my body is pulsing with the need to come.
He stares at me through those dark eyelashes, a smile toying at his lips, and he opens his mouth so I can see him bite my nipple.
After all this time, they’re still so sensitive, and my entire body tenses as wave after wave of pure ecstasy crashes through me.
He doesn’t stop or slow down. His mouth pops off my breast, meeting my mouth with the hunger of a starved man as he drives into me over and over.
Just when he must be getting close, he tears his mouth from mine, resting his face by my ear.
He speaks so quietly that I can’t catch what he’s saying, only the desperate tone of it, but it’s hot as hell witnessing him lose control.
Damon buries his head into the crook of my neck. “Fucking hell.”
His hips buck once, then twice before he stills. He falls on me, and we lie there trying to catch our breaths.
Of course, Damon is still the best sex I’ve ever had.
“I’ll be right back,” he says and pulls out of me, rolling over to dispose of the condom in the bathroom.
I already feel empty without him. This is not good.
I wake up alone in Damon’s bed with Clover screaming in my ear. With my face still buried in the pillow, I reach out, and the monitor falls to the floor. Awesome.
I toss the covers off me, and the cooler air that meets me reminds me of last night.
I’m completely naked.
As I’m mentally going back over last night, the bathroom door opens, and Damon emerges with just a towel on.
“I’ll get her.” He winks.
Seeing him undressed has me thinking again about last night, when we had sex not once but twice.
I got hungry and was in the kitchen eating a piece of cold pizza when he pushed me onto the breakfast bar, spread me open, and told me he was only hungry for one thing.
That escalated, and soon I was riding him on the kitchen chair.
As if I need proof, I look around the room to find our clothes are discarded all over the floor.
I take the sheet off his bed, wrap it around myself, and go into my bedroom. He’s changing Clover out of her nighttime onesie.
“Don’t be shy on my account,” he says, checking me out from the corner of his eye.
A strangled noise squeaks out of me, and I grab a pair of pajamas, which I quickly put on.
“Do you mind doing her bottle and stuff? I have to get ready to go to the stadium,” he says.
If I was worried about keeping him up too late, I needn’t have bothered. He seems chipper and wide awake this morning.
“Sure, I’ll do it.” He hands her to me, and I kiss Clover’s cheeks. “Did you have fun with Daddy last night?”
“Not as much fun as her mommy had.” He laughs and walks out of the room.
“Damon!” I follow him right into his bathroom, where he’s putting on deodorant. As he styles his hair, I sit on the toilet with Clover in my arms.
“Stop overthinking it, Adeline. I can hear your thoughts from here.” He doesn’t move his gaze away from what he’s doing in the mirror.
“I just need to make sure we’re on the same page.”
He taps Clover’s nose and pulls back, then moves forward, and she thinks it’s the funniest thing ever.
“Can we focus?” I ask.
He sighs. “I’m not going to have sex with anyone else if that’s what you’re concerned about.”
He walks back out into the bedroom.
I groan and follow, going to sit on the edge of his bed. “Does it change things for us?”
He drops the towel and pulls on his boxers, no shame at all. I guess since I came all over said dick twice last night, what would be the point of being shy about it?
“No. We talked about it last night. We’re in this weird situation. We’re both horny as hell, so we might as well reap the benefits.” He shrugs as though it’s no big deal.
To him, maybe it isn’t. But I worry that my feelings are going to get entangled, not just my libido.
At the same time, what he’s saying kind of makes sense. When that guy hit on me last night, the idea of going back to his place to hook up didn’t sound appealing. At all. Then I came home and saw a shirtless Damon, and my libido revved right up. God help me.
“So, it was a one-time thing?” I just need to put boundaries on this whole thing in my mind.
“Do you want it to be a one-time thing?” he asks.
I glance over and see him buttoning up his dress shirt. Oh crap, he’s going to put on a suit. I might as well just find my vibrator right now.
“Well… last night was nice.” There, that sounded sort of noncommittal, right?
He pins me with a heated stare. “It was fucking hot, and I’m gonna be honest, I don’t think I’m done.”
I nod. “So, it’s roommates-slash-co-parents with benefits then?”
He comes over, his slacks open, his shirttails out, and squats in front of Clover and me. “You can call it whatever you want, but it’s us fucking.”
“Okay.” I’ve never had ongoing sex with someone without commitment before, but I can do it. I want to do it. I just don’t want to be hurt in the end. But the idea of Damon doing it with someone else… that hurts more.
He stands, tucks in his shirt, and does up his pants and belt.
“I’ll see you at the game. Your mom coming to watch Clover?
” He walks by me, kissing Clover’s hand quickly when she reaches for him.
“Daddy has to go to work.” He grabs his suit jacket.
“Clover, tell Mommy to get her tongue back in her mouth. Daddy gets penalized if he’s late. ”
I pick up a pillow and throw it at him. “Shut up.”
He laughs, catching it and tossing it back on the bed.
“I hope those hands are just as good in today’s game.”
He raises his eyebrows at me and sets his suit jacket on the dresser, then rushes over and tickles me in the ribcage.
“Hey, I have your daughter here.”
“Just wait, the first touchdown is for you.” He winks, picks up his suit jacket, and kisses Clover on her cheek, then me on the lips. “To be continued,” he whispers, and my core clenches.
I follow him into the living area when the doorbell rings. Damon opens it before grabbing his game bag.
Miles stands in the archway but doesn’t come in. “Hey, Adeline.” He lifts his hand and says in a baby voice, “Hi, Clover.”
“Hey, Miles.”
“Bryce has your ticket. See you there.”
“Have a great game, guys. Tell Cooper for me too.”
“Thanks,” they say in unison.
As soon as the door shuts behind them, I lift Clover into the air. “Oh, Mommy is a goner for your daddy.”
She smiles and makes a noise that sounds suspiciously like, “Duh.”