Damon [The Texas Senator's Sons 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) (13 page)

Damon slid a bill across the table to Regan in front of Shay and grinned. “I will definitely be seeing you tomorrow!”

Regan got up slow and seductive then turned to Shay caught dead in her tracks, “Oh, honey, I’m done, you can sit down now!” she said, and strutted away.

Damon wanted to laugh on one hand, but on the other, loved watching Shay get what she deserved. Well, mostly. He thought she deserved worse. It was infuriating, watching her make over Drew like he was her one and only. God, how he really hated her now.

He watched Regan move through the club toward the dressing room, feeling his mood change instantly.

Drew sat with Shay on his lap and looked smitten. “Well, brother, I guess your fun is going home.” He looked back to Shay and gave her a playful smile.

Damon sat in disgust. He had to get the hell out of there. Looking at Shay aka Cherry was killing his sexual buzz. “Yeah, I think I’m going to call it a night.”

“Do you need a ride?” Drew began to get up.

“Nah, I’ll just call a cab and get a hotel for the night. You stay and have fun.” Damon stood, feeling the pocket full of condoms and smiled. He said a quick good-bye and “nice to meet you” to Shay even though the lie barely rolled off his tongue, and left.

Damon felt a thrill rush over him as he slid into the cab. The punk-rock music blared from speakers inside, and the inexpensive car freshener slapped him in the face. It was a mix of evergreen, mangos, and cheap dollar-store cologne.

“Sup?” the cabbie said with two days of an unshaven face and a nod.

“I need to go to,” Damon started but his voice was drowned out. Giving up, he flipped out a business card and jotted down Regan’s address and flashed it to grunge-king driver.

The cabbie nodded with a smile, dropping the car into drive and gunning the cab out of the drive.

Damon’s head jerked back, and his ass slid across the cheap vinyl seats. He mumbled some profanities and held on.

Halfway to Regan’s he began to think of the current situation. First, out of the blue he strolled into her floral shop and asked for her help. Second, she agreed. He could tell that she was shy on the exterior but a burning inferno on the inside. Nevertheless, he had dragged her into this sexual escapade and now worried that her vision was clouded from it all. Of course the condoms in his pocket begged to be used, and he sure as hell wanted to use them. But—he really wanted to know her. The sex would be phenomenal, he had no doubt, but with the money and the new adventure she was in, he worried that she may regret her actions when the dust settled. He really didn’t want that, at all.

Regan was the first woman in a very long time to peak his interest in more than just sex. If he just wanted sex, he knew where to get it. No doubt the sex with Regan would be spectacular, but he really didn’t want to hurt her. His track record with dating wasn’t good, and that was really no one’s fault but his own. He wanted to do things differently this time because he was sure that Regan was everything he’d ever wanted in a woman and more.

“Yo, make an extra stop for me, will ya?” Damon hollered over the punk rock music.

* * * *

Regan nervously paced her small apartment, waiting. She knew Damon would be there any minute. Why she was feeling this way she didn’t know. She had already had phone sex with him, and he had brought her to two orgasms tonight at the club. But this was different. Here, she could disappoint. Here in her apartment, she wasn’t American Pie. She was just Regan. And Regan was wearing comfortable pajama pants and a tank top with her hair pulled up into a ponytail.

She cursed herself for not buying some extra lingerie, but had become so obsessed with outfits for the club that she forgot. She didn’t even own pretty panties, just cotton boy shorts because they were comfortable. She rubbed her forehead and continued to pace.

The front bell rang, and her heart began to race. She smoothed her hair back and headed for the door. When she opened the door, she smiled. Damon stood outside with a pizza and a six-pack of beer.

“I bet you didn’t eat dinner. In fact, I’m sure you didn’t.” Damon smiled.

“Come in.” Regan smiled. This was a pleasant surprise and relief. She was actually very hungry.

She closed the door behind him. “We can sit in here in the living room if you’d like.”

“Great!” Damon said and sat down while placing the pizza and beer on the coffee table. He patted the cushion beside him. “Have a seat, beautiful.”

Regan smiled and sat down. This was really unexpected and thoughtful. Of course her body was on high alert, still thrumming from earlier, but she couldn’t help but be intrigued.

“So here’s the thing…I—” Damon took off his hat and sat in down beside her. “I want you so damn bad…but I can’t help that I want to know more about you, and I knew that you hadn’t had dinner.”

Regan put her finger to his lips. “You’re very sweet. Thank you.”

* * * *

The next morning Regan awoke and felt Damon’s arm wrapping her in an embrace. His body felt warm and wonderful next to hers. She smiled as she caressed the back of his strong hand. He had been such a gentleman, and although they hadn’t had sex, she couldn’t be any happier or glow any more than she was at this moment.

After pizza and beer, Damon gave her a foot massage. It was heavenly after spending the night in heels. Now her feet felt magnificent and light as a feather. It had been hard for her to not pick up where they left off at the club. His blue eyes glimmered in the soft lamplight of her living room, his smile welcoming and warm. She continually reminded herself to allow him to lead. If he wanted to give her a massage and talk, she would take what she could get.

But really, it was nice to just enjoy his company, and also difficult to understand what was going on between them. Regan felt her heart skip a beat, feeling his warm breath on her neck. She had longed for the feel of a man in her bed. Not just any man, but one exactly like Damon.

Her sexual frustration was nearing a breaking point. She could feel his erection at her backside and instantly responded. Damon still slept, and she began to wonder what he was dreaming of. Was it her?

Thoughts hit her in a rush such as the club, the VIP room, and how he made her feel. She felt sexy and sensual, wanted. The thrill of dancing and the men who shouted and whistled at her gave her a major confidence boost, something she had been missing. It was just awesome to hear the catcalls and whistles then witness the appreciative glances.

The look on Damon’s face was priceless, though, when she was on the floor. He had a possessive look in his eyes as he watched her. That made it all worth it. She didn’t want to get her hopes up about him. This was a job, but a very fun and naughty job that she decided to just enjoy, whatever it had to offer.

Regan eased out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom. She couldn’t lie there a moment longer with his body against hers. Already her heart was thrumming erratically, and her breathing quickening. Her pussy clenched tight, slickened with moisture, begging for his touch. One part of her wanted to roll over and demand his attention. The other part wanted to allow him to take control and do it in his own time. She turned on the shower and stepped in. The only thing that would be better would be Damon in here with her.

When Regan heard the door open, her breath caught. The warmth of her excitement trickled down her leg. Through the privacy glass of the shower she could see his figure, lean and muscular. His shirt came off in seconds. Even through the blurry glass she could see a tan, wide chest. Tiny shocks tickled her inside and out. She stood still and watched with hungry eyes.

Damon slid his boxers off in one motion and moved toward the shower. Regan stood like a statue watching him. She wanted him, and she hoped to get all of him.

He opened the door and gave her a smoldering glare. Regan took in the man before her, noting each defined muscle across his wide chest. Her eyes traveled south, taking in his six-pack abs and glorious erection.
Oh, my word
. Further down, his legs were thick and muscular. It was obvious that he was no stranger to hard work and took very good care of himself. “You about done being a gentleman?” she teased.

Damon’s eyes were wild and piercing as he stepped in and closed the door behind him. He offered no words when he pushed her against the wall of the shower and took her mouth with his own fiercely. Regan whimpered and opened for him, allowing his tongue full access.

His kiss was hot and possessive as his tongue darted in, exploring then pulling back and thrusting in again. Those lips were soft yet strong, loving yet rough.

Regan felt his cock lightly brush against her belly, and she moaned. So close, she was so close. His mouth broke free, and his eyes opened. He stared into her eyes with a look that promised complete satisfaction. He kissed her softly then began to travel down slowly. Regan moved her hand to grab his cock, and instantly he grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head.

“I can’t handle you touching me. Let me please you.”

His eyes flamed brilliantly, and Regan nervously nodded. His mouth continued to kiss her neck, his lips sensuous with each touch. Regan’s arms were still being held above her head. She closed her eyes and allowed the feeling to wash over her. Breaths became quick and short, and her breasts jutted forward to find his warm mouth.

Damon teased her nipple with his tongue, outlining it, flicking it. Regan pulled his mouth hard against her chest, arching her back as the water streamed down their bodies.

“Please,” Regan wailed. There was too much stimulation. It was excruciating to have her heart pound in her chest, to feel his mouth devour her breast, and feel her pussy contract and tingle, wanting his touch.

Damon looked into her eyes, giving her a wicked smile, and nipped her bottom lip. “Please what?”

“Take me, please!” her raspy voice cried out.

He allowed her arms to fall and grabbed her face with both hands, kissing her rough. His hand trailed down her chest to her waist. When he reached her hip he pulled her hard against him. “Feel what you do to me,” he hissed out between clenched teeth.

Regan felt her release hovering close. It would only take the simple flick of his thumb to make her blow like Mount Vesuvius.

Both of his hands caressed her body while his mouth left a trail of kisses down her stomach to her abdomen. On his knees, Damon pulled her leg over his shoulder, wasting no time, and began to devour the spot that craved his attention the most.

A tidal wave smacked Regan full force when Damon’s tongue slid between her folds. The tile was hard and cold against her back and his mouth hot between her legs. It was overload. She screamed out his name with her hands tightly wound in his hair, pulling him closer and harder. His talented tongue darted in and out of her while his thumb rubbed her clit.

“Damon, yesss!” Regan groaned and tried to catch her breath. Stars flashed through her vision, blinding her. She blinked her eyes trying to keep from passing out, the adrenaline rush too strong.

Damon lapped at her clit, teasing her. He groaned and stroked his cock with his free hand. Regan watched, sure she’d never witness anything so hot. Water trickled down his determined face.
Gorgeous
. With a light kiss to her folds, his mouth made its way up her stomach to her breasts where he lightly flicked his tongue over each. Regan hummed while flicking her tongue out to trace her lips just before his mouth met hers, locking into a sensual and loving kiss.

Damon leaned back and grinned. “Do you taste yourself on me?” “Yesss,” Regan rasped out.

“Sweet, aren’t you?”

“Yesss.” Regan rolled her head to the side from her high, allowing his lips to kiss her neck gently.

Damon rolled on a condom effortlessly while he nuzzled her throat. God, she had to have him now.

“I think you’re ready for me, beautiful,” he whispered and wrapped her leg around his hip.

Regan’s eyes flashed open when he nudged at her entrance. Her hands gripped his biceps, waiting. When he eased in, she bit her bottom lip to keep from coming apart. His cock was large and thick, and so damn fantastic feeling. Her pussy stretched to accommodate him, and she heard his growl and felt his hands grip her hips tighter. Ecstasy fluttered inside her, spreading out, pleasuring each and every nerve ending she possessed. It was like eating the most sinful and dreamy dessert the world had to offer. He continued to ease in at a rate that was driving her delirious with want. She could feel each ridge of his cock, inch after glorious inch.

With one last thrust up, Damon was seated fully inside her. His mouth grasped hers furiously, his tongue lashing inside hers. She felt his hunger and desire pour into her. “Sweet heaven,” she whispered between kisses.

“Are you ready for more?” His breathing was erratic as his lips caressed and nipped her lip.

“Yes, oh heavens yess!” Reagan squealed and felt his grip slide to her ass and squeeze tightly.

Damon thrust long and hard into her, easing out to repeat the motion, over and over again. Her nails dug into his chest the harder he stroked. “Don’t stop, pleeease!” Regan felt her body thrum and tingle. She was on fire, electrified. When Damon’s mouth captured her nipple and sucked it into his mouth hard while his hips pounded into her, she screamed out his name in release. “Damon, yesss!”