Page 14 of Protecting His Woman

J ude was dead. Annette was being dealt with by Neil and was no longer his problem, unless she did some fucked-up shit that meant he had no choice but to take matters into his own hands.

According to his sources, it seemed Frank was indeed starting his initiation process with The Lords. They would be getting him to do a lot of fucked-up shit.

Damion held the coffees, along with the baked goods, and entered his home. He stopped for a second and listened to see if Vicki was still awake.

This morning, he woke to his cell phone going off, and Neil wanting to talk. If he started showing special privileges to the Thames’s, it would cause chaos, but he risked it. Mainly because Neil had said this was nothing to do with family business, and instead to do with Vicki.

First, the man wanted to take a paternity test and see if any of Annette’s other five children were his.

He just wanted to be sure, even though the man was completely convinced after her cheating on him when they were in high school, he never touched her.

It was Thames’s money, and he said he would talk to Vicki about it.

The other kids, apart from Frank, were underage, so it would require the permission of the legal guardian. Vicki was that guardian.

He also wanted to warn him away from his daughter. Now, this was where shit got ugly. Neil attempted to pull a gun on him. It had resulted in the gun being unloaded and broken apart, and Neil sporting a broken nose.

He would accept that Neil was Vicki’s father, and in fact, wouldn’t even fucking dispute it. However, in the town of Old County, he didn’t tell him what to do, and he certainly didn’t threaten him. That shit wasn’t going to change because he was seeing Vicki.

He had also told Neil he better get used to it, because not only was he staying with Vicki, he also intended to marry her, and even had a ring picked out for her.

Damion wasn’t interested in a quick hookup. Certainly not after last night. In all his years of random fucking and using women, he’d never had a virgin. Vicki’s scream last night would stay with him forever. Never did he want to hurt his woman.

And that was who Vicki was now—his woman.

His to protect. His to love. Never had he loved anyone or anything.

These feelings he had for Vicki were new, but they had been developing for a long while.

He’d watched her flourish into a beautiful woman, knowing deep down he should have kept his distance, only he didn’t.

Vicki was a special woman. After last night, feeling her virginity tear, she was all his, and he was never letting her go. He wanted her so badly, and that didn’t change.

Entering the kitchen, he grabbed a couple of plates and turned to find Vicki there, dressed only in one of his shirts.

He had taken care of the sheets last night after he’d taken her virginity. The evidence, along with his own semen, had been there. There was no doubt in his mind that she belonged to him.

“I thought you had left,” Vicki said.

She rubbed the back of her head, and she looked so cute, so lovable.

Damion hadn’t been able to keep his hands off her, and that one touch hadn’t been enough. He’d taken her a second time last night, hoping to wipe out the memory of the first. This time, he hadn’t hurt Vicki. He hadn’t fucked her, but he had made love to her.

He saw the happiness in her eyes.

He lifted the coffee and bag of baked goods. “I cooked you dinner. I wasn’t going to try and attempt to do breakfast as well.”

He loved the laughter on her face, and then he saw tears glinting in her eyes.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

“I thought you had left because ... well, because you regretted last night.”

He put the food and drink on the counter and quickly moved to her side, pulling her into his arms.

“You need to stop that,” he said. He cupped her chin, tilted her head back, and stared into her eyes.

“Last night was the best night of my life. I mean, apart from hurting you, everything else was fantastic, and I don’t regret that, even for a moment.

” He took possession of her lips. “I want you, Vicki.”

He was going to wait for this, but he didn’t see the point. She was going to find out that he broke her father’s nose, and she was probably going to be pretty pissed.

With the ring in his jacket pocket, he sunk down to one knee before her. Damion hadn’t planned any of this, it was just what he wanted to do.

“Damion, what are you doing?”

“Last night you were a virgin. I know that right now people don’t give a shit about that, and it seems to be a game to get rid of that part of themselves, but Vicki, it meant the world to me.

I know you’ve not known me for a long time, and the stuff you do know is not great.

I’m not a good man. I keep the town in line.

That is my job. I kill people. You already know this, but I swear to you, I love you.

I’m going to do everything in my power to protect you, but I want to be with you.

I want to grow old with you. I want you to be the mother of my children. ”

She cupped his face and he saw the tears streaming down her face. “Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, I’ll marry you.”

“You’re sure?”

She burst out laughing, and then she was on her knees before him.

“Yes, I’m sure. Just as I’m sure about dating you and falling in love with you.

You talk about not being a good man, but I know the circumstances in Old County don’t allow you to be.

” She kissed his lips. “I don’t care. I grew up here.

I’ve seen a lot of stuff. I know a lot of bad stuff happens, but I also know that no matter what, you’re here to take care of it all.

That is what you do. I want to marry you, Damion.

I want to have your kids. I know some people say we should take our time and wait, but why?

We’re not those people, and I know when I’m with you, there’s nowhere else I want to be. ”

He took the ring out of the box, and he was surprised to see as he slid it on her finger, that it was indeed a perfect fit. It was like she was meant to belong to him.

“We’re engaged,” Vicki said.

Getting to his feet, Damion reached for her and pulled her up into his arms. She kissed him back, and he slid his hand beneath her shirt, feeling how naked she was. He pulled the shirt right off her body and started to run his hands all over her. Damion had an overwhelming urge to fuck her.

Picking her up in his arms, he carried her to the dining room table and placed her down on the flat surface. Spreading her legs, he stroked her clit, finding her already soaking wet.

“Are you sore?”

“No.”

“You’d tell me.”

“I won’t lie to you, Damion.”

He released the zipper of his pants, slid it down, and pulled out his long, thick cock. He hadn’t worn a condom last night, and he had no interest in wearing one now.

Sliding his cock between the silken folds of the lips of her sex, he nudged her clit, hearing her cry out. Her moans filled the air and went straight to his dick.

Damion didn’t tease her, because the truth was, he couldn’t bring himself to. Inch by inch, he started to fill her up, watching as her pussy took him. it was a beautiful sight, and one he didn’t want to look away from.

When he couldn’t take anymore, he grabbed her hips, then ploughed balls-deep inside her tight cunt. She cried out, but there was no sign of pain.

He eased back until only the tip was inside her, then slammed back in. His name spilled from her lips, echoing around the room, and that was what he always wanted to hear. Pleasure.

Driving in deep, he took hold of her hands, locking their fingers together, feeling the engagement ring, and knowing he was never letting her go. Vicki was his, just as he belonged to her.

Staring into her brown eyes, he reached that peak and spilled every last droplet of cum inside her. For the first time in his life, he hoped she got pregnant.

He wanted it all with her, and he was not going to accept anything less.

****

W hat a difference a month made.

First, she was no longer living in her mother’s old house. Neither were Betsy, Dhalia, Smithy, or Pete. At Damion’s insistence, they had all moved in with him. His home was not large, but it was able to house all of them.

At first, Smithy and Pete attempted to play the daring bad brothers, trying to give Damion a bad time.

Only, they failed, badly. It didn’t help that they were in fact afraid of Damion.

Also, she loved him, and he had put a ring on her finger, and none of it was for show.

In the past month, he had her trying on wedding dresses, they were organizing the wedding ceremony, the church, the works.

She had learned that her father had attempted to stop Damion from being with her, which resulted in a broken nose.

She hadn’t been upset, and she was not about to start meddling in her man’s business.

Neil had requested paternity tests on her siblings, and even though it was pointless, they had done it. The results had all come back negative.

She was Neil’s only daughter, and they were slowly building a relationship, and it truly was a slow build. She wasn’t used to having a father or anyone she could rely on, at least not until Damion.

Neil wanted to have regular lunches, and get to know one another.

He tried to give her money or gifts, and she felt bad for turning them down, but a relationship couldn’t be bought.

It had to be grown. Time. Learning. That is how a true friendship and hopefully a father-daughter relationship developed.

Damion kept his distance. His role as the leader of Old County required that he keep his position as unbiased as possible.

This was another reason she didn’t accept gifts, and would only ever accept time and affection from her father. She was not going to put Damion in a difficult position. In finding her father, she knew her siblings were curious about who their fathers were.