Page 15 of Protecting His Woman

Damion had done what he could. There was a database of Old County, and old blood work, or something like that.

He got someone to cross-reference her siblings’ blood work with those they had on file.

So far, Smithy had discovered his father was an old high school teacher, long gone, having left Old County never seen or heard from again.

She knew her brother was happy about that.

Betsy’s came back empty, as did Pete and Dhalia.

She hadn’t seen Frank in nearly two months now. Not around town, not anywhere. From what she knew, this could be part of The Lords’ initiation process, which she didn’t like. There was a lot not to like about the situation with her brother. Again, it was something she couldn’t get involved with.

Now, as she finished drying her hands after washing the dishes, she turned to find Damion leaning against the doorway of the kitchen.

“Are you regretting this yet?” Vicki asked.

“Regretting what?”

“Me? My brothers? My sisters?”

Damion pursed his lips and shook his head. “They’re not bad kids at all. I think they had a good role model.”

This made her laugh. “You think I’m a good role model?”

“Yeah, not only do I think it, I know it.” He moved into the kitchen and it wasn’t long before she was in his arms.

This was how surreal her life had become. She still worked full-time at the diner. Damion had told her that once she got pregnant, she wouldn’t be working anymore. Vicki didn’t know if they were even attempting to get pregnant, or just taking their chances.

She couldn’t believe how quickly her life had changed. She had seen it in movies and read it in books, but never thought it would happen to her. Not that she would change it.

Her mother was no longer her problem. It probably made her sound like an awful person, but she didn’t care. Annette Reid was more of a problem than a mother. She was only going to keep bringing trouble to the door.

Damion took possession of her lips, and like so many times before, she felt her toes curl. He was a damn good kisser.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asked.

“No.”

“You drive me crazy.”

She chuckled. “Isn’t that a bad thing?”

“No, because you also do this to me.” He took her hand and pressed it right over his crotch, and she felt the hardness of his erection. “Tonight, I want to kiss every inch of you.”

She gasped because that sounded like a lot of fun. Something she would very much like to have happen.

“Please,” she said. “But I need a shower.”

“Then I’ll close up here, and I’ll join you in the shower.”

Vicki didn’t need to be told twice, and she calmly made her way upstairs, although her heart raced and she didn’t feel calm at all. Going to their room again, it was such a surreal experience. She had never thought of it as her room, or even their room.

Stepping inside, she didn’t linger and went straight to the bathroom, stripping out of her clothes. She turned on the shower and waited for the water to heat. The moment it was warm, she stepped beneath the spray of the water, tilting her head back.

Just as she was about to reach for the soap, she felt him at her back. Damion was already naked, and he took the soap from her. She watched a little hypnotized as he lathered up his hands, getting them ready, and he put her hands on the wall in front of her.

“Don’t let go.”

She had no intention of letting go.

She closed her eyes for just a second as he put his hands on her body.

She loved it when he touched her, and she couldn’t get enough of him.

He stroked down her body, skimming the sides of her, then curving down.

She held her breath as he moved to the inside and started to run up her thighs, getting closer to her pussy.

Damion was in a teasing mood, as he skimmed right over the apex of her thighs and glided up. When he got to her tits, he skimmed the tips of his fingers over her nipples and it made her gasp. His touch was so light that at first, she wasn’t sure if she felt anything. Damion was a master of control.

She had no choice but to wait.

Damion did this several more times, and just as she was about to complain and beg for him to touch her, he finally did.

He cupped her tits first, holding them within his palm.

His lips pressed to the back of her neck, and each touch seemed to go straight to her pussy.

She wanted to close her thighs, to create some friction, to enjoy the pleasure.

Only, Damion stopped her. One of his feet moved between her thighs and she felt him slide up, his leg pressed against her pussy. She cried out. Her head dropped back against him as he pinched her nipples, then soothed out the burn with his thumbs.

“I love how responsive you are,” he said. “Are you wet for me?”

“Yes.”

He groaned. “I’m going to have to see about that, aren’t I?”

His fingers slid down her body with a slowness that was starting to drive her crazy. She didn’t want him to stop, but to speed up, to give her more. It was impossible for her to think of anything but this deep need.

Vicki cried out as he cupped her pussy within his palm. One finger going inside her, followed by a second, and she felt the vibration of his chest as he groaned.

“Fuck me, you are wet, baby. Soaking wet.”

“Please,” she said.

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” He pulled his two fingers from inside her and started to stroke at her clit. How he did this was magical. He didn’t use just one finger, but two, massaging over her nub, and the pleasure was instant. She didn’t want him to stop.

It was intense. She didn’t think she was going to be able to handle it. It was a rush in a way she had never experienced before, and then he pushed her over that edge with a few strokes of his fingers.

She was on fire with need, and as Damion let her go, he made her put her hands back on the opposite shower stall.

He bent her forward, tilted her hips back, and in one long, smooth thrust, he filled her.

At this angle, it was near the point of pain mingled with pleasure.

It felt so good, and she didn’t want him to stop.

It was better than anything she had ever experienced.

Damion held himself deep within her, not moving.

Time slipped away, and she couldn’t help but wriggle back against him, wanting him to move.

He grabbed her hips, and she loved when his hands were on her body, moving her into a position he wanted, keeping control of her.

He started to work his cock out of her, until only the tip remained, then inch by inch, he sunk balls-deep within her.

She cried out. Pleasure and pain worked together, and it felt so good. She didn’t want him to stop.

Damion started slow, making her feel every inch of him as he worked his cock inside her.

Then, it was like a flip switched and with each thrust, he got faster, harder, deeper, and she knew in that shower, within that moment, they were fucking.

He reached between her thighs and started to stroke her clit, and he worked her pussy, building her up, driving her higher and higher.

Vicki didn’t know if he intended to keep her at that peak, or send her over the edge. He sent her right over the edge, and she pressed back against him, almost begging for more. Hungry for him.

Damion joined her seconds later, and she heard his masculine growl and also felt every pulse as he filled her pussy.