Page 17 of Protecting His Woman

She smiled. “No, I’m not scared. I love Damion, and marrying him is going to be a dream come true.”

“She’s going to be Damion’s queen,” Betsy said, looking mighty proud of herself.

She couldn’t help but chuckle and pull her baby sister into her arms. She blew a raspberry on her cheek, and Betsy laughed.

Delphine chuckled. “What about you? Nervous for your sister?”

Dhalia shook her head. “Nah, Damion’s a great guy.”

“That I will toast to,” Delphine said. They raised their glasses, which included a soda for Betsy, and they clinked their glasses together and took a nice long sip.

She wasn’t nervous. If anything, she was excited about tomorrow.

A little nervous because her brother hadn’t been heard from in quite some time.

She had also asked around at the diner. Some of his old friends hadn’t seen or heard from him.

She didn’t like this. She had no idea what the Lords had planned for him, but she had a feeling whatever it was, she didn’t really want to know.

“Right, so we’ve got some good movies to watch. Heavily romantic ones where nothing bad happens at the wedding, or we can play some games, or we can just talk,” Delphine said.

“Is this what a girls’ night entails?” Dhalia asked.

“You know, I don’t know, because in all honesty, you ladies are the only girlfriends I have. I’ve heard it can get pretty crazy at girls’ night. Cheating. Hooking up with random men, that kind of thing.”

Vicki wrinkled her nose. “Nah, thanks.”

“You don’t want to explore your options before settling down?”

“No, thank you.” She let out a chuckle. “I love Damion. Being married to him doesn’t scare me, and once tomorrow is done, I’m going to be Vicki Archer.”

“I like it,” Betsy said. “Can I change my name?”

“And me?”

Vicki smiled. “I’ll talk to Damion. I assume it is his name you would like to take.”

Dhalia pulled out her cell phone. “Smithy said Damion’s already cool with it.”

She knew Damion was hanging out with Smithy, Pete, Tank, and even her father. He did mention there were going to be a couple of other men he had to invite as part of his title within Old County, and she didn’t mind. She did ask if there were going to be women, and Damion said simply, not for him.

“You’re texting him?”

“Yeah, and I texted Damion.”

Damion had insisted all of them get cell phones, so if the need ever arose, he could get in touch with all of them. It meant a lot to her that he cared enough to want to protect her family. Damion was one hell of a guy.

“What else is he saying?” she asked, curious.

“That they’re having a great time. Neil and the guys are drinking, but Damion’s sticking to one whiskey. There are a couple of girls, but he’s not looking at any of them.” Dhalia looked up. “Does that bother you?”

“No,” Vicki said. “I trust him.”

“So, movies, or should we go and invade the guys’ ... private time?” Delphine asked.

Vicki chuckled. “It’s bad luck, and no, we can watch some movies, or we can play games. It is really up to you.”

“I’m up for movies, pizza, snacks, and just relaxing. It has been a long week.”

Vicki didn’t have a problem with that at all. It had been a long week. The first movie went on, and Vicki was sure she fell asleep partway through it. Between the wedding preparation, work, and her siblings, and also being with Damion, time to sleep had been limited.

Betsy called it a night first. Followed by Dhalia.

Vicki excused herself around midnight, and Delphine was already passed out on the sofa.

Making her way to her and Damion’s room, she had already showered.

She quickly brushed her teeth, then climbed beneath the sheets.

As she did, she became aware of Damion in the bed with her, as well as the fact he was very much naked.

She pulled back. “How long have you been there?”

“Long enough to watch you strip out of your clothes and walk into the bathroom naked.”

“You were not allowed to see that,” she said.

“Why not?”

“Because I was naked, and isn’t that bad luck for you to see the bride before the wedding?”

“I think that is only the wedding dress, Vicki, and I have no intention of seeing you in your dress until that moment you walk down the aisle and become my wife.”

She looked at him, a little taken aback.

“You’re not having cold feet?” she asked.

“Never.”

“Dhalia said there were strippers tonight,” she said.

“Don’t worry, I kept an eye on your brothers, and they are safe. I have no interest in any other women,” he said. He cupped her cheek. “You’re the only one I’m interested in.” And he closed the distance between them, and in the next second, his lips were on hers.

In that moment, she didn’t care about silly superstitions, or what other people believed would spoil their wedding. She loved Damion, and as he kissed her, the need to be with him was strong.

In the bathroom, she had pulled on a shirt, and he dealt with that quickly, lifting it over her head and throwing it across the room.

She couldn’t help but giggle at how quicky he always seemed to get her naked.

She was thankful she didn’t have to worry about getting him naked, as he was already so.

He growled against her lips, taking possession of them, and he ran his hands over her body. She explored him as well, marveling at her luck at finally finding love with this man.

Damion moved between her thighs, and he stroked her body, teasing up the inside of her thighs, then gliding down, before he pressed his palm flat against her pussy.

She let out a little moan and arched up against him, crying out. It felt so good to be with him.

He slid not one but two fingers inside her, and rocked his thumb against her clit. She felt on fire with need, and it didn’t take him long to work her body to a fever pitch that had her catapulting over the edge, screaming for more.

“Please,” she said.

Damion removed his hands, then settled between her spread thighs. The tip of his cock teased at her entrance, and inch by inch, he began to sink inside her, and his touch set her on fire with a need that took her completely by surprise. He was slow, making her feel every inch as he filled her.

She didn’t know if she was going to be able to handle it, but then he grabbed both of her hands, pressed them against the bed, and he thrust hard, deep, and fast within her.

This time, he didn’t slow down but filled her up over and over again, taking her breath away with the sheer speed and force of his thrusts.

He took claim of her lips and kissed her as he fucked and made love to her. Taking his time, forcing her to take all of him.

She moaned his name, begging for more.

They stared into each other’s eyes, and she couldn’t bring herself to look away as she was so drawn to him, so enraptured.

She felt every pulse as he came, spilling his seed within her body.

They were connected on something more powerful than the physical, of that, she was sure.

She couldn’t describe it, only knew it was there and building.

“I am going to love you for my entire lifetime,” he said.

“And I, you.”