Cara

 

“You really need to go back to the hospital,” I said.

 

Damian shook his head. “Mendoza is still out there,” he replied. “They'll be looking for me there. I can't risk it.”

 

We stood on the porch of my house talking. He had insisted on escorting me home, just to make sure I got there safely. And now we stood before each other, an awkward tension filling the air between us. I felt physically and emotionally wrung out. I'd shot a man. I knew I hadn't entirely processed that fact yet because I wasn't freaking out about it. But I knew that when I finally did process it, I was going to have the inevitable meltdown. I just couldn't get over the fact that I'd shot somebody.

 

“Damian,” I said. “You need medical attention.”

 

“And I also need to not be where Mendoza and the Fantasmas expect to find me.”

 

I hated to admit it, but he had a point. It very well might be the first place they looked for him. But that didn't change the fact that he needed medical attention.

 

“Where will you go?” I asked.

 

He shrugged. “I'll figure something out. Always do.”

 

I knew before I even said the words what I was going to do. What I was going to say. It was so against everything I stood for that I wasn't sure how to deal with that either. But Damian had saved my life. I owed him.

 

“Stay here,” I said softly. “I've got supplies. I can tend to your wounds.”

 

He shook his head. “I don't want to pull you in any further than you already are.”

 

“They don't know who I am. My name is Shelly, remember?”

 

Damian laughed softly. “They're not stupid. I'm afraid that they're eventually going to figure out who you are.”

 

“You're the one they want,” I said. “Not me. They're going to be looking for you.”

 

He gave me a tight smile. I was right, and he knew it. But I did appreciate the fact that he was looking out for my well-being. That he wanted to keep me out of his mess as much as possible. But I needed to take care of him. I needed to prevent his wounds from re-opening or getting infected.

 

“I appreciate that, Cara.”

 

I unlocked the door and pushed it open. “Get inside,” I commanded. “Now. You're going to stay here for a couple of days so I can observe and treat you.”

 

He looked at me and then at the open doorway. “Are you sure?”

 

Not really. But I wasn't going to tell him that. “I wouldn't have asked you to stay if I weren't.”

 

He reached out and gave my arm a gentle squeeze. “Thank you.”

 

I followed him inside and directed him down to my bedroom. I had the master bedroom, which meant that I had a connected bathroom. A rather large one, actually. It would be perfect to use to check on Damian's wounds.

 

“Sit up on the counter and take off your shirt,” I said as I closed the bathroom door behind me.

 

I set my medical kit on the counter next to him. He gave me a look of pure gratitude. I went to work on him, changing out his bandages and applying some antibiotic salves. He winced whenever I touched his wounds – although, quite a bit less than when he'd first come into the ER.

 

With his wounds treated and bandages changed, I stepped back and looked at him. I could tell that he was in pain but was putting on a brave face. I kind of got the feeling that he did that a lot. That there were things below the surface – emotional wounds – that troubled him. I wasn't sure why I thought that, but it seemed like an idea that fit.

 

“There we go,” I said. “All patched up again.”

 

“Thank you, Cara.”

 

We stared into each other's eyes for a moment, and the tension in the air got thicker. Damian reached out and took my hand, pulling me to him. As if entranced, I stood before him, looking up into his eyes. My stomach flipped, and there was a sudden heat between my thighs.

 

I couldn't do this. Not with Damian. He was an anathema to my world. I'd worked so hard and so diligently to keep the trouble and drama out of my life and out of Austin's life. And yet, there I was, staring into the eyes of Damian Hawke, wishing he'd kiss me.

 

And a moment later, he did.

 

He kissed me with plenty of passion and heat. His tongue pushed past my lips and swirled with mine in my mouth. I hesitated for a split second, but then returned the kiss with just as much fire as he had. He ran his hands through my hair, and I dragged my nails down his back. He moaned very softly, but I'd heard it. I got the feeling he was as turned on as I was.

 

I knew I shouldn't – not with a guy like him. But I was finding it incredibly difficult to listen to the reasons in my head.

 

Damian slipped down from the counter, never breaking our kiss. He turned me around and pressed me up against the counter, pinning me with his body. He planted kisses down my neck, all the way down to my collar bone. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach, and that only served to turn me on even more.

 

I raised my arms as he lifted my shirt over my head. He tossed it to the ground behind him and then went to work on my bra. It took him all of about two seconds, and my bra joined my shirt on the bathroom floor.

 

A gasp escaped my lips as he cupped my breasts, swirling his tongue around my hard nipples. He sucked on them, and I sucked air in through gritted teeth. The small fire burning between my thighs was growing into an out of control three-alarm blaze with each passing moment. Sliding my hands down, I rubbed his cock through his jeans and moaned. He was so thick and so hard. It had been so long, I wanted it inside of me. I didn't want to wait.

 

I helped Damian slide my pants down my legs, stepping out of them. I stood before him, naked and dripping wet. He smiled as he picked me up and set me down on the counter he'd just vacated. Wincing and groaning, Damian got down on his knees and parted my thighs. Leaning forward, he buried his face in my hot, wet pussy. He licked my lips, running the tip of his tongue up and down before teasing my clit. Sucking on it.

 

“Oh God, Damian,” I gasped.

 

He slid a finger inside of me, and I moaned as he also took my clit into his mouth, sucking on it hard as he started to bang me. I was so wet that his finger was gliding in and out of me, so he slid a second one in as well, and I moaned loudly. He fucked me with his fingers hard and deep as he sucked on my clit, swirled his tongue around it.

 

And it wasn't long before the pressure that had been building up inside of me finally burst and I exploded hard. My body spasm and trembled as the pleasure rolled through me with the force of a hurricane. I thrust my hips up, trying to take his tongue even deeper inside of me.

 

“I'm coming, baby,” I moaned. “I'm coming so hard.”

 

It seemed to take forever, but the orgasm finally subsided, and Damian got to his feet – slowly – with a wolfish smile on his face. The heat between my thighs hadn't abated – if anything, it had only grown more intense.

 

Grabbing him by the belt buckle, I started working at his pants. After undoing his belt, buckle, and the buttons on his jeans, I pulled down on them. Damian pulled his jeans down and stepped out of them. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him to me. Reaching down, I grabbed hold of that wonderfully thick cock and started stroking him with my hand.

 

His eyes rolled back in his head as I jerked him off. He moaned as I slid the tip of his cock against my wet pussy.

 

“Cara,” he looked at me questioningly. “Are you sure?”

 

I nodded. “Yes.”

 

Grabbing him by the ass, I pulled him closer, moving my hips so that the tip of his dick slid inside of me. I looked into his eyes, biting my bottom lip.

 

“Fuck me, Damian,” I said. “I want it now. I need it.”

 

He leaned down and kissed me as he slid his cock into me inch by glorious inch. He gave me a lopsided smile as he started to thrust his hard cock into me faster and harder. I dug my nails into his back, trying to stifle a scream so as to not wake Austin up.

 

Damian reached down and cupped my ass as he started to find a rhythm, pumping his hard cock into me faster and deeper. He stretched me open and filled me up with that thick cock of his. I moaned, biting him on the shoulder to keep my voice down.

 

“Jesus, Cara,” he gasped. “You're so fucking tight.”

 

He pounded my hot little pussy hard and fast. I couldn't get enough of that cock inside of me, and I thrust my hips, trying to take even more of him into me. A moment later, I put my hand on his chest and pushed him back. He looked at me, uncertainty in his face.

 

“Are you okay?” he asked.

 

I nodded but said nothing. Instead, I turned around and bent over my counter, thrusting my ass up into the air. I looked over my shoulder at him and gave him a sultry smile.

 

“Fuck me from behind, baby,” I moaned. “Stick it in me. Now.”

 

It took him about half a second to comply. He grabbed me by the hips and buried his thick shaft into my dripping wet opening and found his rhythm again. Soon enough, he had one hand on my shoulder, pulling me back into him and the other in my hair, giving it a hard pull as he hammered my pussy with his cock.

 

The harder he pounded me, the closer I was getting to that brink once more. He thrust deep and hard inside of me, and that was it for me. I tumbled over the edge, and I was swept away by a tsunami of sensation and pleasure. My body trembled, and my pussy tightened up around his stiff cock, drawing a gasp of pleasure from him.

 

A few moments later, the sensations subsided, and I felt my face flushing with heat. Damian was still pumping away, hard and fast into me, and I felt his body begin to stiffen. His breathing was ragged and labored, and I could see the desperate need for release in his eyes.

 

I wasn't done with him just yet though. Standing up again, I turned around and dropped to my knees in front of him. Cupping and squeezing his balls with one hand, I wrapped my other hand around the base of his shaft and squeezed it tight. He moaned as I started to stroke him, my hand sliding up and down his thick cock that was wet with my own juices.

 

I leaned forward and took his dick into my mouth, sucking and licking along his shaft. I jerked his cock and sucked it in unison, my head bobbing up and down on his shaft in time with my hand.

 

“Cara,” he gasped, his voice almost hoarse. “I'm going to come.”

 

I tightened my grip on his cock with both my hand and mouth, sucking and jerking harder and faster. His body was shaking, and his breathing was even more ragged – and then the dam broke for him. He cried out, calling my name, and I felt his body spasming and jerking. A moment later, my mouth was filled with his hot seed as he shot it deep down my throat.

 

I looked up at him and smiled as I swallowed every bit of his juice. I stood up, and he kissed me, picking me up and carrying me to the bed. I was limp as a dishrag, all of the day's tension gone from my body. I was physically and emotionally spent. And it seemed like Damian was as well.

 

He laid down on the bed, and I laid next to him, resting my head on his chest. I traced circles on his stomach with the tips of my fingers as he stroked my hair.

 

“I used to fantasize about this back when we were in school,” he said. “Back when you wouldn't have given me the time of day.”

 

I smiled. “I was a bit of a bitch back then.”

 

He shrugged. “Yeah, so was I.”

 

We laid together in silence for a little while and eventually, his breathing grew steady and rhythmic as sleep pulled him under. In the silence that followed, I thought back to all of the reasons I'd avoided people like Damian – had cut them out of my life.

 

I hadn't wanted to invite the element he represented into my life or Austin's life. And now, here I was, not only having invited that element into my life but fucking his brains out as well. As his breathing deepened and sleep began to steal over me, I wondered what I'd done – what sort of a mistake had I made by sleeping with him?