Page 39 of Chosen

“Or maybe it’s just that a lot of people don’t have a lot to say.”

“I don’t think that’s true,” I said, shifting out of our crouching position. “I think a lot of people have a lot to say. They’re just worried about what other people will think.”

“Is this your way of talking me into giving publishing a shot?”

“You’d be surprised. You might just like it.” I winked, as Damon now stood beside me. “Besides, no harm, no foul.”

“I’ll think about it. But no promises.” Damon smirked.

“You should consider it. Seriously,” I pressed. “Not everyone has as romantic a soul as you do, Damon—”

I stopped myself short, immediately realizing my mistake.

Fuck.

Why the hell was I bringing up anything about romance right now?

I didn’t even know if what we were doing was romantic.

“I mean, not that you have a romantic soul—not that you’re romantic—” My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I looked away from him. “And it’s not like I know anything about your soul, anyway, so you can just ignore me—”

“It’s okay. I knew what you meant,” Damon said, reassuring me.

“Oh. Good.” I let out a sigh of relief, before subtly tilting my head to the side.

“Although, speaking of romance…”

“Yeah?”

“You mentioned before that you’d had a few close calls in the romance department, but nothing stuck,” I replied. “At least not in a few years.”

Something in Damon shifted, his stance suddenly becoming guarded as he folded his arms across his chest. “Sure. I remember that conversation.”

“How far back are we talking? With the years?” The questions spilled out of me before I had a chance to stop them, curiosity about Damon’s romantic past now the only thing on my mind. “Like, were you with someone in high school? And that lasted through college? Or did you meet someone on the first day of campus and it went from there—”

“You should get on your knees.”

“What?” I blinked a few times in confusion, the change in topic completely blindsiding me.

“You should get on your knees,” Damon repeated, as he closed the distance between us, his hands resting on my shoulders. “We have a beautiful view up here and it’s a beautiful day. I just think it’d be a shame to waste either one.”

I wanted to protest but there was something about the look in Damon’s eye, something hungry and insatiable. It called to something inside me, too, something that naturally wanted to obey his every command, something that wanted to be the only one to please him, to drive him right over the edge.

Fuck.

How did he have such control over me already?

I nodded before doing as I was told, slowly making my way to the ground below. Without needing further instruction, I reached for Damon’s belt to unbuckle it. A few moments later and I’d brought his pants and boxers down toward the ground, too. I then took a deep breath, the clean-smelling air filling my lungs, mixing perfectly with Damon’s heady natural scent.

After that, I looked around the woods, realizing that Damon had been right about the view. There was something magical about the sun’s rays beaming down through the leaves, something extraordinary about the sound of birds in the trees, nature’s symphony playing all around us in an endless loop.

I looked back up at Damon as I brought a hand up to his shaft. I leisurely pumped my hand up and down his cock, taking my time and indulging in the view of Damon, the view of nature, too.

Damon stared down at me, his mouth slightly open, groan after groan escaping his lips.

When I felt my own cock straining against my zipper, I wrapped my mouth around Damon’s shaft, my tongue trailing along the tip of his cock. I tried my best to keep my movements restrained, wanting to tease him until he couldn’t contain himself any longer. Soon enough, Damon’s fingers were in my hair, tugging at the strands, his hips pushing his shaft even further down my throat.

“Did you really think you were in control?” he asked, his voice coming out gruff and filled with need. “When are you going to stop being such a brat?”

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