Chapter 20

Damon

"Damn, woman. How much stuff can one person shove into a two-bedroom college apartment? Don't they have rules about this type of hoarding?" Damon glanced over his shoulder and smirked at the pretty girl behind him.

Bethany cocked her head to the side and put a hand on her hip, drawing his eyes down to the lovely curve. "I told you we could get a mover to come over and help clean this place out, but nooooo... you wanted to do it instead. All the money in the world and we're spending our Saturday cleaning this place up."

"I kinda like seeing you work it." He shrugged and turned back to the stack of boxes in front of him.

"Work what, exactly?" Her arms slid around him from behind, and the soft press of her breasts against his back had his heart rate accelerating a little.

"Work anything," he grunted and gripped her hands, pulling them down until she cupped him. "Maybe we should lock the front door and christen this place for the next horny college kids that rent it."

Beth's laugh was short, endearing. "You're going to hell."

He turned in her arms and wrapped his around the top of her shoulders, the smile on his face feeling good - right. "Am I now?"

Her smile faltered a little as her eyes moved around his face. She was nervous. It was endearing, and yet such a fucking turn on. He could still intimidate her sexually. How long would that last? Forever? He couldn't help but hope seeing that forever is what he'd asked her for.

"What are you thinking?" She ran her hands up his back and pressed herself against him.

"I was trying to decide if the paint color was cream or more taupe." He snorted as she pushed back and growled.

"You're impossible."

"Nope. Just a warm meal, soft bed and pretty girl on my arm, and I'm set." He turned and picked up two of the boxes before walking to the door and kicking it carefully to get her attention. "Open."

"Bossy ass." She pulled the door open and gave him a flirty smile. "And I'm the only girl you'll ever have on your arm from here on out."

"This is true. There's still time to run." He winked and walked out into the far-too-warm October afternoon. He grunted and shook his head. How the hell Texas could be above eighty and it be deep in the heart of fall was a conundrum.

"Why in the world would I run?" Beth jogged past him to the parking lot, stopping beside the truck he'd rented.

"Because I love the way your ass jiggles when you do." He moved to the back and lifted the boxes high enough to get them in the back of the truck.

She lifted her eyebrow. "I'm thinking you deserve to see it jiggle this afternoon for helping me move out of the apartment."

His cock twitched. "Up close and personal or not at all."

She chuckled. "You're corrupt."

"I'm going to hell. We've established this." He reached for her, running one hand down her back toward her ass, and the other caressing the side of her face. "I should be granted one last meal before I head south."

She snorted. "I love you so much."

Her words penetrated his heart, waking him up like she did every time they were together. Having known nothing but lust, he was often shocked by how good love felt. "You're not going to ask what I wanted you to prepare for me?"

Beth wrapped her arms around him and lifted up to press her lips to his softly before pulling back. "What would you like me to cook you for your last meal?" Her expression said that she was playing along, but only for his benefit.

"Cook? No, baby. I don't need anything cooked. Just wash up real good for me, or don't? I could care less if you're clean or not." He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers as her eyes grew wide, her cheeks flushing a pretty pink color.

Nothing was better than the sound of her panting, the feel of her trying to catch her breath because of something he did or said. It was power they shared. He just hid the side effects a little better.

Beth pressed her hands to his chest and took a step back, breaking the spell. "It's almost five. Stop flirting and teasing me and let's get this place packed and go home and make dinner together."

Home. Together. Weird.

"You sure you still want to do this?" He turned and walked back toward the apartment, forcing air through his nose and out his mouth. He had to calm down before he stripped her bare and licked every inch of her in the parking lot.

"To move in together?" She gave him a quirky smile and slipped her arm into his. "We're getting married in May. I think seeing if we're capable is important."

"Hmm... trying out the goods before you buy? I like it." He opened the door and moved back, letting his eyes move down her back, over the steep curve of her rear. She hated it, and yet he couldn't imagine anything more sensual.

"Brother..." She walked into the apartment.

"Speaking of brothers, when is ours coming home again?" He stopped by the kitchen to tape up a few more boxes and tried hard not to think about the fact that Bethany was his step-sister. No blood relation, and yet, everything would be out in the open soon at the firm. They were engaged, and he'd fucked up pretty badly over the last month or so by not letting her wear the ring or tell anyone. Fucked up badly enough that she'd left the firm. Probably for the best.

"No clue. After his showing a few weeks ago, I'm pretty sure he's not coming back home for anything more than a visit." Beth ran her fingers through her long chestnut hair, causing her breasts to bounce a little.

Damon licked at the corner of his mouth and stifled a growl. "Did he talk to you about him and Erica?"

"A little. Not much. He's gotta finish patching things up with her, but you know Matthew. He'll win her heart back with his humor if nothing else." She moved around the large boxes in front of him and reached for the tape. "It's weird packing up Krista's stuff. Do you think she's okay?"

He took the tape from her. "She's in the mentally insane ward of the prison, baby. I think she's okay in that no one is going to hurt her there, but she's around people who are far gone mentally. How much interaction is she getting? That would be my question."

Beth let out a soft sigh as her head dropped. "I don't know. I should go see her."

"I'll go with you." Damon leaned in and touched the bottom of her chin. "Next subject. I'm going to get emotional pneumonia. I was ready to fuck in the parking lot; now I feel like I need to find some Kleenex and a bucket of ice cream for us to share."

She laughed, and the room brightened a little. "You don't mope around and eat ice cream."

"No? Okay." He pulled at the tape, ignoring the way she watched him.

"Do you?"

"According to you... no." He gave her a cocky smile and taped up the box.

"Wait... do you?" She knelt down and cut the tape with a knife. The angle had her looking up at him, which jolted his hormones again. It didn't take much with her.

"You'll never know, pussycat." He pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and gave her a look he knew she would understand. I want you.

She pushed at the box, moving it away from them before motioning for him to come closer. "I know that look."

"Such a good girl, Beth." He reached down and ran his fingers through her hair as she leaned in and brushed her cheek past his erection. A growl bubbled up inside of him, and he tightened his fingers on her silky locks.

"Your girl," she whispered and nipped at him.

He stiffened and smiled. She'd come out of her shell a lot over the last year, and yet something told him there was still more to explore. "My woman."

"That too." She ran her hands over his arousal, squeezing his head as she glanced up and licked at her pretty mouth. "Go lock the front door."

"No. Getting caught is half the fun. Stop talking and do what you want to do. I'm all yours. Have at me." He brushed his thumb across her lips as he kept his tight grip on her hair. The look in her eyes had his balls tight, his pulse spiked, every part of him on guard for what was coming.

"You think I don't know your tricks?" She reached up and unzipped his fly, leaving his pants buttoned.

"You know them well, but they're for you, and you like it." He reached down and pulled his cock from his jeans, tilting it toward her and running the tip down her tongue as she extended it to lick at him. "No, I take that back."

"What?" She glanced up in confusion as she wrapped her hand around the base of his swollen flesh and swatted him away.

"You don't just like it." He winked and pulled at the back of her head, pushing himself into her mouth a little. "You love it."

She mumbled something, but he was lost to the delicious sensation of having the most beautiful woman in the city on her knees before him. She would be his wife in seven months, but for now, her being his woman was far more than enough.

Closing his eyes, he let his head drop back as he released his hold on her and reached back to grip the counter behind him. The sound of her moaning against his flesh, the wet wicked-hot pull of her mouth on his cock, all of it, every sensation from it left him driving toward orgasm faster than he'd ever experienced.

An unfamiliar voice sounded behind him at the door. "Hey there. You guys need some help?"

Beth started to pull back, but Damon reached down and gripped the side of her face carefully, keeping her in place as he undulated his hips. No way he was letting her go without tasting his release.

He glanced over his shoulder and smiled. "Naw, man. Close that door too, please. I must have left it open." He stifled the need to groan as she sucked hard, pulling at his skin, begging him to come.

"Yeah, no problem. You sure? It looks like you're all by yourself." The guy pressed his hands to the doorframe and looked around.

"I'm good. Shut the door." Damon turned his attention back to Beth, glancing down and watching her enjoy the exhibitionist moment. The girl played good for everyone else, but she wasn't as proper as her momma thought she was. "So beautiful, baby. Tug on my sack. Bring me over."

She mumbled her compliance and petted him, tugging carefully and then harder as he groaned loudly. So cool. Too close. The need to glance over his shoulder rode him hard, but he ignored it. Dude would have closed the door or gotten a show. What the fuck ever. The kitchen counter hid them well enough.

"You're so damn big," Beth mumbled as she dragged her lips down his thick shaft. "I want you inside of me."

"Good. Finish the job, and we'll get the fuck out of here. Inside of you is the only place I plan on being tonight." He ran his fingers down her cheek. "Drink me."

She nodded and used both hands and her soft mouth to bring him over the edge violently. Stars burst in his vision, and he reached back and gripped the counter tightly as his beautiful woman feasted on him. Everything about the moment locked into his mind's eye. All the shit they'd been through, and his fuckups in the relationship over the last few months. All of it. Gone. Nothing mattered but her belonging to him.

Step one was her moving into the house, and step two was the wedding. He was halfway there and surprised himself with how much he was ready to wrap up the deal and sign the papers. Whatever they had to deal with as a result of her being his step-sister and soon his bride. Fuck it, they'd deal with it together.