Page 13 of Protecting His Woman

D amion threw the towel over his shoulder after reading the text from Delphine, and then tasted his tomato sauce. He rarely cooked, but knowing Vicki was coming over tonight, he wanted the food to be perfect. He could have ordered in the perfect meal, but he didn’t want anyone else to cook for her.

It had been a rough few months since Vicki had learned that Neil was her father. She didn’t know he had to deal with some of the repercussions with the other families. They worried that his dating Vicki would give the Thames’s some leverage.

Vicki being Neil’s daughter didn’t change a fucking thing. For one, father and daughter were having a rocky start. They had nothing in common. Neil didn’t have any other children, and since Annette, he bounced from woman to woman. Vicki was his only child.

Then, he ran a family and dealt in a lot of drugs, which meant he also knew the science involved in making the drugs.

Again, this was not something Vicki enjoyed.

She had graduated high school but didn’t go to college, and instead stayed local, working at the diner, taking care of her family.

Night school had been out of the question because of Annette, and being responsible for her mother and siblings.

There was a short time she’d been able to rely on Frank, only now he was nowhere to be found.

He hadn’t come home in a long time, and even though Vicki wanted to know if he was okay, Damion had to explain that Frank made his choice.

He was now in the hands of The Lords. There was nothing he could do, as part of the rules.

Dhalia, Smithy, and Pete all seemed to be doing fine. They didn’t mind that Vicki had learned the truth about her father. Betsy was her adoring self, which is why Delphine didn’t have an issue with taking care of the little girl and hanging out with the others.

He asked Vicki if she would like to have a meal cooked by him, and she agreed.

The chicken was smothered in parmesan cheese, and in the oven, keeping warm.

The spaghetti was waiting to go into the pot of boiling water.

His sauce was perfection. All he needed to do was add some basil.

He didn’t go in for chopping up basil. He loved the taste of full leaves stirred through a sauce.

And then the doorbell rang, and he lowered the oven temperature and went to the door.

Vicki was there, dressed in the cutest blue summer dress, which he knew had seen better days.

He intended to get her a whole new wardrobe, but he also knew right now that wasn’t something she would easily accept.

He had to bide his time and allow her to get comfortable with him before he gave her anything else.

“Something smells good,” Vicki said.

He waved at Tank, who had volunteered to drive Vicki to his place. He made the arrangements to keep her safe. Closing the door, he locked it, and now he was all alone with his woman. She wasn’t wearing a jacket, and he stroked her arm.

“Come on,” he said. “I’ll take you for a tour later.” Taking her hand, he led her into the kitchen, and he heard her gasp.

“Wow,” she said. “I didn’t even know you liked to cook.”

“I don’t. I hate cooking. It’s fucking pointless, but I also can’t stand takeout. Tank’s a pretty good cook, which is why I go to the diner, but everything else, yeah, not happening.”

“And even though you hate cooking, you are cooking for me, that is so sweet,” she said.

He chuckled. “Don’t go getting your hopes up.” He couldn’t resist as he cupped the back of her neck and pulled her in close to kiss her. “But for you, it seems there is a lot I didn’t think I was going to do.”

Letting her go was hard. Kissing her and stopping was getting harder. He was a master of control, and he was never going to push her until she was ready.

“So, this is going to make or break our relationship,” Damion said.

“Okay, what is it?”

“Do you need your basil chopped up into tiny bits, or do you like nice, big pieces?” he asked.

“Big pieces. How did I do?”

“Great answer.”

She laughed.

He added in lots of basil, gave it a stir, tasted it, and then offered her some. “What do you think?”

She tried some of his sauce, and he watched her, not being able to read her face. “That’s great.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, it has actually made my mouth water. That is so good!” She let out a yummy sound.

He put the pasta in, then urged her to the dining table.

She didn’t drink wine, so he poured her some chilled water, as well as some for himself, and after ten minutes, the pasta was perfect.

He quickly assembled their plates, cleaning off any dribbles of sauce, and placed a plate in front of her, taking a seat at the head of the table, which was to the side of her.

He didn’t want her sitting far away from him.

Damion watched her enjoying her meal, and as they ate, they didn’t speak. There was no reason to.

After she finished her meal, they talked about Betsy, how she was doing in school. It was the strangest date he had ever been on. It wasn’t long before he asked if she would like a tour of his home, and he walked her from room to room, stopping at his office before he turned to look upstairs.

“Do you like being ... the one in control?” Vicki asked. “The one all the families turn to, or does it scare you?”

“It doesn’t scare me, and yes, being in charge beats the opposite.”

“What’s the opposite?”

“Do you know who was in charge before me?” he asked, knowing he had told her some, but not all, about the start of him taking control of Old County.

Vicki shook her head.

“Let’s say it was a man who liked non-consenting underage girls,” Damion said. Her mouth dropped open, and he reached out, sliding a finger beneath her chin. “Do you want to see upstairs?”

“Yes.”

He took the lead and knew she followed.

“So, I didn’t like him. I didn’t like what he stood for, and I took care of it.”

“You killed him?”

“That is all you can do. No one else had done it, and I couldn’t stand for him to get away with shit.

I know Old County is a fucked-up place, and that is not going to change.

Too many people are afraid of it, but they also want it as well.

Drugs, guns, bad shit, it all sells. People want to pretend it doesn’t, but it does.

” He shrugged. “Old County is known, but a lot of people have turned their backs on us. I refused to. So, I knew the only way to make this work was to do something about it.”

“You were a civilian?”

“Yes,” he said. “I was not part of any family.”

“What about your parents?”

Damion’s nostrils flared. “They were killed.”

“Is that why you wanted to change everything?”

“Yes, it is one of the many reasons I wanted to change it all.” He showed her each bedroom, along with the bathroom, and finally he came to his room. “This is my room, Vicki. If you don’t want to see it, tell me now.”

He looked into her eyes and saw she was a little nervous. He would gladly wait for her.

“I want to see it,” she said.

Damion didn’t know what that meant, but he was willing to take the chance, so he opened his bedroom door.

****

D amion’s bedroom was not what she imagined. In fact, his entire home was different. He seemed to enjoy light colors, creams, magnolias, with soft furnishings. His home wasn’t large, but with four bedrooms and the illusion of a lot of space.

His room had cream-colored walls, but with black furniture. She spotted two doors—one she assumed went to his closet, the other, a possible en-suite.

Vicki liked his home. She could imagine a family living there. It was much bigger than hers, which is why she had to sleep in the attic.

Stepping into his bedroom, she felt the butterflies in her stomach as she entered his private world. She had no idea if any other woman had been here before, and anything that happened in the past was in the past. She was not going to hold his past against him.

Vicki looked at his room, and it was everything she had ever wanted as well.

Within seconds, this room wasn’t like the rest of the house.

This was far more personal. This is where he slept.

Damion’s naked body, touching those sheets.

A sudden hit of arousal took her completely by surprise, and she didn’t know what to do, at least not at first.

She felt a little hot under the collar, then she turned. Had Damion gotten closer?

Acting on impulse, she put her hands on his stomach. He was rock solid. How did she not realize the man was made of rocks? Very firm, very sexy rocks, which is what went through her mind as she suddenly began to run her hands up his body. He didn’t make a move to stop her, just watched.

She ran her hands up, then circled them around the back of his neck and did something she had never done before. She brought her entire body flush against his, and when he gripped her ass, seeming to pull her in even closer, she felt the hard ridge of his cock touching her.

“Hey, beautiful,” he said.

“Hey.”

Damion had said he was more than willing to wait until she was ready. Vicki didn’t know when she would be ready, or if she would ever be ready.

Then, out of the blue, it was like she knew Damion was the man she wanted to be with.

Not because of his pretty house, or his reputation, but by the way he made her feel.

She had never felt this way. Vicki went onto her tiptoes, Damion moved closer to her, and as they kissed, she couldn’t help but moan.

His lips were sheer heaven as they touched her.

The moment he tightened his grip on her ass, she couldn’t help but gasp, and then she pulled away just slightly. Not out of his arms, but providing her enough gap to grip his shirt and start pulling it out of his pants.

“Vicki?” he asked.

He didn’t stop her as she grabbed the front of his shirt and tore it open. Buttons flew left and right, and she felt her heart race.

“Are you ready for this?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m ready.”

And with that, it was like she had awakened a beast, but of the entirely sexy kind. Within seconds she was in his arms, and he carried her over to the bed. As he lowered her down, he seemed to lift up her dress, and with a smooth move he had it off, over her head, and tossed to the floor.

Then, his hands were on her, and Vicki shook with arousal. Her need magnified with every passing second, and then she was naked. Her bra gone, along with her panties, which he tore right off her body.

Damion stepped back and Vicki sat there and watched as he removed the last of his clothes, and now they were both completely naked.

She was a little taken aback by the length and width of his cock. He was so long, so thick, and it took her breath away. Her mouth watered, and before she could even touch him, Damion kissed her.

Wrapping her arms around him, he seemed to be able to move her to the head of the bed, laying her amongst the pillows.

Damion wasn’t done with her, as he broke the kiss, but his lips didn’t leave her body.

He began to trail them down her neck, going to her pulse, and he nipped, making her ache for more.

He didn’t linger, and instead moved down her body, each kiss only serving to set her on fire, desperate for more. Hungry for him.

Then, he growled against her skin.

“You must tell me if you want me to stop,” he said.

She looked down to see him staring up at her. “Okay.”

“I mean it. I will not hurt you, Vicki. No means no.”

There was not going to be a no . She wanted this with him more than anything else in the world.

And then he spread her legs, and she wasn’t quite prepared for what he was going to do next.

The moment his mouth touched her, Vicki knew she must have died and gone to heaven.

His touch was pure magic as he began to lick and suck at her clit.

His tongue felt strong and wet, and focused on her clit.

The pleasure was instantaneous. She gripped the sheets beneath her, trying her best to hold onto whatever sanity she might possess.

He stroked her clit, gliding back and forth across her nub, and then took it between his teeth, only he didn’t bite. There was enough pressure for Vicki to know there was a risk he might take it too far and push her over the edge, only he didn’t.

It made her want more. She felt desperate for more of him.

And then, it was like she was floating, and she screamed his name as she rode that wave of pleasure. Damion thrust his hands beneath her ass, holding her in place, because the moment she didn’t think she could take another second, he was right there, licking at her pussy.

The pleasure became almost unbearable and his touch lightened just a little, but he didn’t stop.

Vicki didn’t know if she was going to be able to take more of it, and then it was like he knew her body better than she did, as he worked her until he thrust her right over the edge.

She screamed his name, not wanting to stop. Hungry for more.

Damion knew exactly what to do to give it to her, as he sent her spiraling into a second orgasm. Vicki didn’t know if she’d be able to take a third, and he seemed to know that, because he kissed up her body, and that was when she felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her.

There was no fear. No second-guessing. She knew exactly what she was doing and she didn’t want to stop, not even for a second. Staring into Damion’s sharp blue eyes, she felt complete, whole, and she knew this was the man she was supposed to be with.

And then, Damion thrust hard and deep within her.

The pain shook her to her core. She hadn’t expected it, and as she screamed, her hands clenched into fists, and Damion held her throughout.

Even though it hurt, not once did she want him to stop.

But, fuck, that pain shook her, and only lasted for a few minutes.

He didn’t stop holding her, and it was in his arms that she felt the change within her body, and the desire for him to continue.