Damon was quiet on the drive back to his place. I put up with the silence for a while before the tension got to me.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked.

He didn't pretend not to understand what for. "A little."

"Oh."

"You really shouldn't have called Ian without telling me."

I nodded. "I know. I overstepped."

Damon went silent for few minutes before speaking. "I know you were only trying to help."

"Everything worked out for the best in the end," I said tentatively.

"It did," Damon agreed. "But it might not have."

I stared at my hands, clasped in my lap.

Damon reached over and took one of my hands in his. "I forgive you."

Relief blossomed in my chest. I hated the thought of Damon being upset with me. Usually it was me being upset with him.

Now that I knew how much it sucked, I'd have to try and be more patient with him, more forgiving.

When we got to his place I went straight to the bathroom and looked under the sink for a first aid kit.

"Go sit." I pointed to one of kitchen chairs.

"I'm really okay," he said, but he obeyed nonetheless.

"You're bloody and bruised."

"Only a little."

"You should have been less reckless," I scolded. "What if you'd really hurt your hands? What if you'd broken something and it hurt your ability to play guitar?"

The alarmed expression on Damon's face told me the thought hadn't even crossed his mind. "Shit."

"Shit is right," I nodded. "Next time you want to get into a fight with someone, use your words."

"Sometimes words don't work."

"They did this time. Promise me."

Damon grumbled. "I promise."

"Thank you."

I cleaned the wounds and rubbed in some salve. They were only a few very small cuts and they had stopped bleeding entirely.

"These look like they're going to be fine," I said. "I don't think we need to wrap you up in bandages like a mummy."

"Thanks." Damon opened his legs and pulled me between them. He wrapped his arms around my waist. "You'd make a very good nurse."

"I make an even better event planner." My face fell. "That's coming up soon. There's still so much to do."

"Hey." Damon cupped my cheeks and pulled my head down to his. "It's going to be an awesome event."

"I hope so."

"I know so," he said confidently. "Because you're the one running it and you're awesome."

I smiled. "You keep flattering me and I'll end up with an ego as big as yours."

"It's not only my ego that's big."

Damon pulled me closer, until our hips pressed together. His length was hardening under the zipper of his jeans.

I raised a teasing eyebrow. "Now? Really? Don't you think you should give yourself time to recover first?"

"It's that adrenaline rush," he explained. "Makes you want to fuck."

I laughed and brought my lips to his. "You never need a reason to want to fuck."

"Mm, keep talking dirty," he murmured, his mouth mere inches from mine. His hands skimmed my hips, tracing along the hem of my skirt until he found the zipper at the back. He slowly pulled it down until the skirt was loose enough to fall from my hips to the floor. His fingers went to the buttons of my blouse and undid them one by one. He pushed it off my shoulders, leaving me only in my bra and panties. He traced the bare skin of my sides, thumbs just barely brushing the undersides of my breasts. Shivers went through me.

I tugged at the hem of his t-shirt. He immediately tossed it over his head, revealing hard muscles. I allowed myself the pleasure of running my hands all over that taut, inked skin. He was warm under my palm. His muscles twitched with every stroke up and down.

He tugged me down to sit on his legs, legs spread on either side. He swept my long hair to the side and pressed kisses along my neck and shoulder. I moaned. He bit down. I gasped, the slight sting almost better than the soft kisses. He soothed the spot with his tongue.

That fascinating hardness was rising rapidly beneath his jeans. I scooted forward as far as I could, pressing myself against him. The heat of him burned through me, even through the layers of clothing. I cupped him through the dark denim. He hissed.

He quickly unfastened my bra with one hand and threw it to the ground. He attacked my nipples with lips and teeth and tongue. I buried my hands in his hair, holding him close. I rocked against him in time, feeling him grow harder and harder.

He growled. "Fuck, sweetness, I need to be inside you. Now."

I nodded breathlessly. He flipped us around, pressing me down against the mattress on my front, my hips digging into the side of the bed, my ass in the air. He stood behind me, running a hand up and down my back. He slowly peeled my panties off my hips and down my legs, exposing me. I shivered, knowing his eyes were fixed on me, knowing that he could see how wet I was for him already.

He leaned down until his chest was against my back.

"You want me, sweetness?" he whispered into my ear.

"Yes," I said shakily.

"You want my cock pounding that sweet cunt of yours?"

"Yes," I moaned.

My insides were throbbing with want, with need. Something deep inside me ached to be filled, and Damon was the only one who could satisfy me.

The rustle of fabric told me he was easing out of his jeans and boxers. He reached into the bedside table and pulled out protection. The head of his cock nudged against my inner thigh. I whined, low in my chest, needy and wanton. He arranged himself at my entrance. I squirmed, urging him on.

With a grunt and a single push, he thrust himself inside me.

I let out a choked moan as he spread me open, his cock piercing me to the core. On and on he went, the angle allowing him to go deeper and deeper. He finally bottomed, his lower abs pressed against my ass.

"So fucking sweet," he murmured. He ran that soothing hand up and down my back again. His hips jerked. "Fuck, your cunt is so hot and tight."

He wasn't moving, just staying there, buried inside me. I whined again, wiggling my hips back and forth.

"You want something?" he asked, wickedly amused.

"Fuck me!" I demanded.

He pulled out slowly, before thrusting back in with a groan. He did it again and again, until he was pounding, fast and deep, just like he said he was going to. My fingers dug into the sheets, clawing and flexing as I held on. The movements sent me jerking forward and backward, almost rough. Every brush of his cock head against my inner walls sent pleasure soaring through me, sparks shooting from my core, to my belly, and out to the tips of my fingers and toes.

But it wasn't enough. I needed more.

"Touch me," I moaned. "Please."

He brought a hand to my wet clit, using his fingers and thumbs to play and stoke and pinch. The pleasure intensified, every molecule of my being singing with a thrilled delight. My inner muscles squeezed and rippled around him, getting ready, almost close.

His cock also began to twitch and pulse, a warning that he was just as near to the edge. He snapped his hips, pushing in and out wildly. He choked out a grunt.

"You're gonna be the death of me, sweetheart," he said through clenched teeth. "You need to come now."

I panted wildly, body tensing, striving to reach that beautiful point. He began rubbing my clit in circles, hard and fast, pressing down in just the right spot. I was so close, almost there, I just needed a little bit more—

"Come for me, Faith," Damon demanded.

I exploded, fireworks spreading through me, bright light surrounding me. I trembled and gasped and clenched and released, fluttering around his cock. The tightness was too much for him, and with his own choked cry he came, shuddering against me.

We shook and panted, bodies straining, until finally the pleasure abated somewhere, and we came back to our senses. Damon fell to the mattress, making sure to end up beside me, not on top, avoiding crushing me under his weight.

I rolled until I was on my back. My thighs and lungs burned from exertion.

Worth it.

We turned our heads and gazed into each other's eyes.

"You're fucking amazing, you know that?" Damon said.

"Says the rich, gorgeous, famous rock star," I teased.

"There's thousands of rich, gorgeous, famous people out there," he said. "There's only one Faith Briars."

My heart melted in my chest. I shifted over until I was lying on his chest. I rested my head against his heart, hearing it thump madly as he caught his breath.

"I love you," I said quietly.

He pressed a kiss to my hair and wrapped his arms around me.

"I don't deserve it," he said. "But I'm so fucking thankful every day that you do."

He pulled the covers over us, tucking me in next to him.

We fell asleep in each other's arms.