For Love and Donuts Page 7

  I wanted to run after him to make sure he stayed safe, but I trusted Officer Langley to handle the situation, even if my mind was still a tangled ball of confusion over Damon. It was a few minutes of howling wind and my fears running rampant before Damon returned.

  He closed the basement door, and the quiet was almost deafening compared to the intensity of before. The sounds of the storm were muffled in the basement, but it just made the aches from my fall seem that much more pronounced. I’d no doubt have some interesting bruises in the morning.

  Damon returned to my side, but he didn’t sit as close to me on the cot this time.

  I looked over at him, searching his face and neck for any signs he’d been hurt worse than it looked.

  I was suddenly very glad Damon had shown up at my door. If I’d been here alone, who knew what Michael could’ve done. I wasn’t sure I could’ve kept him at bay, not with the crazy look in his eyes.

  “Is he okay?” I hated being worried about him, but I didn’t want anyone dying on account of me. Even if Michael was proving himself to be a poor excuse for a human being.

  “He came to. He’s banged up, but nothing he won’t recover from. I told him to stay in the storage room until the storm passes, but once it’s over, he needs to leave without any problems, or I’m calling the cops.”

  “Why didn’t you tell you me you knew him?”

  “I honestly didn’t recognize him. I got into a lot of fights when I was younger. I’m not going to try to hide my past from you. but I have history and not all of it is pretty. If that scares you, I’m sorry. I can leave when the storm’s over too.”

  “It does scare me, but not because I think you’re still that guy. It scares me because I’m working so hard to stay away from someone like you, someone who has obviously done a lot to change. When Michael pursued me, I fell into the whole thing so easily. He moved really fast. By the time I realized he wasn’t a good man, we were living together. When I tried to break up with him, things got really bad. I just can’t help but wonder what would’ve happened if I stayed with him.”

  “Now you never have to find out,” Damon said. “Everyone is allowed to make mistakes. It just depends on what you do with it.”

  “I just don’t know if I’ll ever be ready to be in a relationship again, knowing there’s always some surprise waiting around the corner.”

  “Not all surprises are bad, though.” He pursed his lips. “You can’t know everything about a person. There’s no such thing as safe. And even if there was, do you really want to live every minute safe, or do you want to experience everything life has to offer, even if it’s scary sometimes?”

  “I don’t know, Damon. There haven’t been a whole lot of great things happening to me lately. Ever since my grandmother died, I feel like I’ve just been waiting for everything to fall apart around me. And so far, everything has, to the point my bakery is being torn apart by a storm right now.”

  “It just means you get to rebuild. And maybe it’ll be better this time.”

  I blinked at him. Did he have a point? Forest fires were often allowed to burn because what came back after the fire was a healthier forest. Old, decaying buildings got knocked down to make way for newer, safer places.

  I didn’t know. I didn’t have the answers, but I’d never truly had the answers to anything.

  I saw the angry red marks around Damon’s throat. I was really surprised Michael was able to get the upper hand. Reaching out, I lightly traced over the bruising skin.

  “Are you okay?”

  “I’m okay. My vocals might be a little rough tomorrow, but I’ll survive just fine.” His lips curled up in a half-smile. “I’m more worried about what my cat, Barely, will do to me when I get home tomorrow, after leaving him alone all night in the storm.” He took my hand in his and cradled it against his chest. “Cherry, I just want you to know I will wait for as long as it takes for you to be comfortable going out. I know you’ve been through a lot, and tonight isn’t helping anything, but you’re worth the wait.” He swallowed hard. “To answer your question from earlier, no, I’ve never felt anything like this before. I really don’t think feeling this way comes around all the time. I want to know where this can lead.”

  I didn’t want him to wait.

  More than that, I didn’t want to wait.

  Even after everything that had happened, I still felt drawn to him. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to feel him. I wanted him touching me. Skimming my fingers over his neck again, I wondered if he was too bruised for a little taste of what it could be like between the two of us.

  As if reading my mind, Damon hooked his finger into my belt loop and tugged me toward him. The desire building inside me seemed reflected back in the lust burning in his eyes.

  I moved as he pulled, hitching my leg over his, straddling both of his legs. He slid his hands onto my ass, taking his time to feel the plentiful curve. Normally, I would’ve been embarrassed there was extra to hold on to, but not with the way he was looking at me. As if it was the sexiest ass he’d ever touched.

  Then he gripped it. His big, strong hands dug in a little as he shifted me closer, so there was no doubt how hard his cock was between my legs. Between the denim and the damned apron I’d forgotten I was wearing, there were too many layers. I wanted to feel more of him. At least his sweatpants gave away pretty clearly what was he sporting beneath them.

  I ran my hands down his chest, wanting to feel him. His muscles contracted under my palm and fingertips like they were dancing for my touch.

  Damon tugged the apron strings loose and pulled it off, letting his fingers linger over my curves as he slowly slid them back down my sides. When his hand slipped under my shirt and slid up over the skin of my back, I let out a little gasp. It was such a safe place to touch me, but everything ignited. My skin felt hot and tingly, everywhere his fingers touched. It made me want to strip all the clothing off both of us, just to find out what it felt like to be pressed against him naked.

  Damon didn’t seem to have a lot to say all the time, but right now, I felt like he was communicating with me on another level. His hand sliding up my back held just enough pressure to push me in tighter against him. His lips kissed along the slope of my neck and down my collar bone, anywhere my skin was exposed. His other hand tightened on my ass as his tongue slicked along my neck, causing me to rock against him. He grunted against my skin and squeezed my ass again like he was begging for my curves against his hard body.

  All of it just made me want more.

  Damon thrust up against me, and this time, I cried out as his thrust pushed the denim hard against my throbbing clit. God, if we kept this up, I was going to come just from slow and subtle foreplay. I wasn’t sure if stripping down and having sex in the middle of a storm was the best idea, but at this point, my head was foggy enough with arousal, I wasn’t sure if I cared about what was a good idea or bad. All I knew was Damon’s body pressing into mine.

  “Cherry, we should stop,” he murmured against my neck.

  “Why?” I ran my hand down his arm, pulling his hand from my ass as I wrapped my fingers around his thick wrist and pressed it against the cement wall behind him. I leaned into him as I tilted my head and slanted my mouth over his, unable to keep myself from kissing him. I needed to taste him again. I wanted to feel the exhilaration again. Or at least see if it would snap, crackle, and pop the way it did before.

  The hand still under my shirt traced the band of my bra around to the front, then his palm lightly caressed my breast over the cup of my bra.

  My nipple hardened and another shiver ran through my body, deepening our kiss. I held his arm against the wall as if I could actually restrain him, but then I had a better idea. I reached for the hem of his shirt and yanked up the cloth until his chest and abs were exposed. Licking my lips, I wondered if he would be salty.

  He only fought me a little as I pulled his hand from my chest so I could slip his shirt off.

  As his top hit the floor, h
e grinned and went for the hem of my shirt.

  I hesitated. I wasn’t built like he was, all rippling muscles and defined abs. I’d definitely sampled more than my fair share of my baked goods, and I wasn’t exactly good at getting to the gym to balance it out.

  “Cherry, I just want to feel you against me. I know you’re beautiful. Don’t be shy.” His dark eyes were earnest as his hands slid under my top again.

  I eased my arms up, trying not to let my head get in the way. Tossing my shirt aside, his eyes settled on my breasts spilling over the cups of my bra, the curve of my stomach, the wide flair of my hips. He stared at me and licked his lips like I was a giant Boston Cream donut, and he couldn’t wait to taste my cream.

  “This isn’t how I imagined this.”

  I bit my lip as I ran my fingers down his pecs. “You imagined this?”

  “I figured we’d be on my king-sized bed or even your full-sized one. I want to roll around with you, have some fun.” His mouth curled up into a devilish grin as he reached up to cup my breasts. Even through my bra, his hands felt hot.

  I wanted him to touch me, all of me, but we were dancing on a lot of variables. We weren’t even alone in the bakery. What if Michael decided to come back down here?

  “You can take me out tomorrow.”

  “Fuck that. If I get you naked, we’re definitely staying in.” He pulled me down to kiss him again.

  I rocked my hips hard against him. My pussy was hot and needy, and I wanted a lot more than dry humping and over the clothes groping. Fucking hell, did I want it. I reached into my jeans and panties and felt my way through my wet heat to my clit. As we continued to make out, his hands roamed over me, pushing me higher as I fingered myself.

  Damon abruptly broke our kiss, looking down at my hand disappearing into my own pants.

  “Are you fingering yourself?” he growled.

  “I can’t take it. I’m so fucking hot right now.”

  Damon shifted me off of his lap, then pulled me down onto the cot. I was facing out, and he was spooned tightly up against me. I could feel every long inch of Damon’s cock pressed against my ass as he kissed my neck.

  I pulled my hand from my pants, wanting to touch him more. Before I could, he grabbed my wrist and pulled my fingers into his mouth, his tongue looping around each digit like he wanted every drop of my arousal. He let out a low groan as his cock ground against me.

  “Let’s just take the edge off,” he proposed as he popped the button on my jeans and undid the zipper. He paused a second, but when I didn’t make any moves to stop him, he slowly slid his hand down the front of my pants. His big hand barely fit in the tight confines of my jeans, but it didn’t matter. I was already so on edge, panting, and I just wanted more.

  His ministrations were slow and torturous as he rubbed back and forth through my folds, spreading the wetness over my cunt and clit. He kissed along my neck and jaw while driving me higher and higher. The tight grip on my hip kept me pressed against him, against his hard, thick shaft. The fact he was so hard for me just added to my own arrival.

  I usually tried to stay quiet during sex—I was shy and making noises always made me feel self-conscious—but I was nearly out of my mind crazy with arousal. He was going too slow; I wanted him to speed up and get me there. I moaned in frustration when he pulled back again and slowly circled my clit, then dipped back into me. My hips were rocking in motion with his strokes, and I could hear him grunt every now and again when I rocked back against his hard dick.

  I didn’t want him to be in misery too. I tried to turn so I could get him off with me, but his hand tightened on my hip.

  “Just let me get you off, Cherry. Let me feel your cunt come all over my fingers,” Damon murmured.

  I groaned as his fingers slid back inside of me. Pressing my ass against him, I wondered what it would take to break his control. I wanted to see him lose it, to follow me over on this crazy ride. I gripped his forearm, my nails digging into his hard flesh.

  “Damon, please,” I groaned. Begging didn’t seem beneath me at that point. I needed more, I wanted more. I needed Damon to give me what I wanted. As good as Damon was with his fingers, I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if we were naked together, in a bedroom with real privacy. I wanted to feel his cock thrusting in and out of me, I wanted to know what he looked like above me… or even below me. Being adventurous wasn’t something I’d really been into, but my mind kept picturing him fucking me all over. Not just in my bedroom or my apartment. The image of Damon’s big, thick cock thrusting into me, bent over a tray of cookies in the kitchen of my bakery had me moaning and soaking his fingers even more.

  “Fuck, Cherry, I want you so bad.” He bit into my shoulder, and his fingers started pounding in and out of me so hard, the buildup of the orgasm suddenly exploded. The only thing I could hold on to was Damon as I clenched hard around his fingers. I kept imagining it was his cock and pushed down on his hand harder, wanting more. He didn’t stop fingering me, just kept pushing up to another peak.

  “Oh God!”

  His leg pushed between mine, so my legs spread a little more, and his fingers went deeper.

  “I wish it was my cock buried deep inside of you.”

  His words echoed everything I was imagining, and I went off like a firecracker. My climax was so hard, I was sure I blacked out for a moment—just from his fingers, kisses, and dirty words. I wanted more. God, this wasn’t fair. Why were we in the middle of a storm with my ex-boyfriend upstairs?

  Sometime later, when I felt myself return to my body, he gently pulled from me. I heard him licking me off his fingers again, and I shivered. I hadn’t even thought about what he could do to me with just his tongue.

  “I gotta get off,” Damon grunted as he crawled off of me.

  He stood by the cot, and I sat up. He pulled his dick out, and my eyes widened. I figured he had to be big—feeling him pressed against me, it was kind of obvious—but, damn.

  I couldn’t help but reach out for it, wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock. Damon groaned and squeezed his eyes shut.

  He’d gotten a taste of me; it was only fair I got a taste of him. I leaned forward and took him most of the way into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his tip before I sucked in my cheeks, hollowing out my mouth to suck tightly around him.

  Damon jerked, then hot cum burst into my mouth. I eagerly swallowed, feeling amazing that I’d put him so close to the edge. That only a few strokes got him off. That he was so hot for me, he couldn’t even enjoy a proper blow job.

  Damon made me feel like a sexy goddess. I wanted to feel him come inside of me. I wanted to know what his cock would feel like, thrusting into me. But I had to wonder if we would ever get to that point. I wondered if sex could really be this good.

  Was it only this hot because we were in danger? Because there was the possibility of being interrupted at any moment? Or was it really because it was us, because Damon wanted me that badly? Could this really be how things were going to be between us?

  “Damn it, Cherry. You undo me.” He looked down at me, his eyes glazed over in lust. “I can usually hold my load better than that.”

  I smiled and gently stroked him until I saw the tension fully ease out of his shoulders. His cock wasn’t really softening, though. My eyes widened as I looked up at him.

  “Are you seriously still hard?”

  “I don’t think I’m going to be fully sated until I feel that pussy coming on my cock.” Gently taking my hand away, he kissed my fingertips before he put his cock away in his pants.

  I didn’t want him to hide his dick again. I didn’t want our play time to be over. He wasn’t satisfied, and the pulsing in my pussy told me I wasn’t either. Two orgasms and I felt like I hadn’t even gotten anything but hornier.

  How the hell did that work?

  “I should go up and see how the storm is doing. It sounds quieter out there. And I’ll check on our guest.”

  “I can come with
you.”

  “You’ve already done that.” He leaned down and kissed me, his tongue just barely slicking over my lower lip before he pulled away and headed for the stairs.

  I leaned back against the wall, my heart still pounding from the heat of orgasm and stared up at the ceiling.

  Damon had called Michael “our” guest. The word “our” suggested all sorts of possibilities I’d never really considered.

  Despite my mother’s best attempts at convincing me, I’d never thought I’d be one to get married. I’d never even really wanted to get married. Especially after everything with Michael, I didn’t see how I could get married and still be myself, be my own person outside of just being someone’s wife. But with Damon, I could see us being happy. Maybe with a couple of kids. Maybe him being Chief of Police someday. Maybe having my own line of baked goods in the nearby grocery stores.

  With Damon, it felt like anything was possible.

  My body was thrumming from exhaustion but more from Damon. I wanted him to come back and touch me. I didn’t want this night to be over, not if it was going to be filled with moments like this one. I hadn’t even bothered to try to find my shirt, which was a first for me after sex. It just didn’t seem important to be covered up, not after the way Damon had looked at me.

  Why had I fought so hard against him? Against my own possibilities?

  Damon reappeared a few minutes later.

  “It’s still pretty bad out there, but it seems like it’s winding down. Only one of the windows is broken in the café, and it’s on the far side. I don’t think the damage will be as bad as it seems once we get it cleaned up.”

  “Michael?”

  “He’s gone. I locked up the back door, but he could come in through the front window if he wanted to. Tomorrow, when it’s safe, I’ll head to the hardware store. We’ll board up the frame until we can get the glass repaired.”

  “Damon…”

  “Obviously, I’ll follow your lead.”

  I stood from the cot and approached him.

  “No, that’s not what I was going to say.” I reached out, planning on cupping his cheek, but my arm seemed to have a mind of its own, and my hand landed on his pec instead. “Thank you for everything. It would’ve been so terrifying to be here by myself tonight. And I don’t want to always be by myself. I’ve tried to isolate myself, mostly to this bakery, and until tonight, I didn’t realize how much it hurt me inside to always do everything alone. I’m not saying I always want to be dependent on you, but it’s nice not to be alone.”