Page 106 of Tequila Tuesdays

He jerked. “What the fuck? Is he okay?”

We walked back inside and I told him everything. “If you hadn’t put the security cameras in, and if my mom hadn’t decided to take Gary to the coffee shop, Gary would probably be dead or in terrible agony.”

My doorbell rang, and Ava and Gary stood at the door. “Are you all right, honey?”

Handing Damien Gary’s leash, I wrapped my arms around Ava. I laid my cheek on her head, even though I expected her to complain about her hair getting messed up.

But her arms slowly wrapped around me, and I felt a soft sob.

“We haven’t hugged in…” She didn’t finish, but I knew. We both did. We hadn’t hugged since my dad died.

I finally pulled back. “Thank you. So much.”

She tried to smile as she wiped a few tears away. “I was trying to be better about Gary. Well, anyway. I just wanted to check on you.”

I leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Thank you for checking on me. And thank you for Gary.”

Then I took Damien’s hand. “Now we’re going to clean out a few cobwebs.”

Ava gave a startled laugh, then smiled slyly. “I’ll be on my way then. Glad to hear you’re finally cleaning out those cobwebs.”

Damien looked at the closed door. “Do I want to know what ‘cleaning out cobwebs’ means?”

“Nope. But you can probably guess. I need to give Gary some love first though.”

A few minutes later Damien pulled me to him, cupped my jaw, and kissed me, thoroughly fucking my mouth. I slanted my head and took him in. He groaned and sucked as heat curled through me. My ovaries tightened, and my nipples contracted to tight points.

He grabbed the hem of my jersey and pulled it off. Then hooking his thumbs in my shorts, he yanked them down. Damien pushed me down on the couch and laid me out.

Staring down at my body clad only in my sleek sports bra and a thong, he growled low and long. “Shit, sweetheart. You’re a fucking sight.”

Damien tugged my bra off, and when I lowered my arms to touch him, he put them back above my head.

“No. Right now you do what I say. You want the truth, Legs? I’m still a little pissed at you for running away and not talking to me. I get it. But I want my pound of flesh.” He leaned down and bit the swell of my breast, and I cried out and arched into him. “So, you’re going to be my good little girl and give me exactly what I need.”

Before I could tell him to shove it, he leaned back down and took the other breast deep into his mouth. His tongue lavished and licked at my distended nipple, and I moaned and shifted restlessly.

He slid his other hand down, pulled my thong aside, then ran his fingers across my center. I bucked when he rubbed my clit with his thumb. My mind told me to bring my hands down, but my body hummed in pleasure and need. I kept my arms above my head.

Damien sucked on my other breast and continued to stroke. Then he shoved two fingers inside me and thrust in and out. When I started panting and squirming, he lifted up and yanked my thong off, staring down at me.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he growled.

“Yes! God, I need you.”

He smirked and clucked his tongue. “Not yet.” Then he cupped my vagina.

I lifted my hips to him. “I need you inside me.”

“You’re going to be begging for my cock by the time I’m done with you. Now open your beautiful long legs and show me that wet, needy pussy.”

I stared up at him, not fully registering what he’d said. My mind was full of white-hot need. He lightly slapped the inside of my thigh.

“Open.”

I slowly drew my legs apart and showed him my core. His eyes drank me in for a moment, then he leaned down and licked my clit. When I started to bring my hands down to touch him, he bit my thigh.

“Up. Now.” He grabbed my wrists and brought them back above my head.

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