Page 45 of Off-Limits
“You need to stop.”
“I know,” I finish on a whisper.
“But you don’t want to. You think we can play pretend in the dark, sweetheart? Like what we are doing right now isn’t wrong?”
I nod, even though he can’t see me.
“Once I start, I won’t be able to stop,” he answers in a strained voice.
I know he’s waiting for me to give him an answer, anticipating God knows what, and when he moves to leave, two words leave my mouth, two words that will change what happens from here.
I won’t be able to take it back, and I know there will be repercussions, but I say them anyway.
“Do it.”
Growling, he’s between my thighs in a second, his nose trailing up my inner thigh, inhaling, while his hands grip each side of my thighs.
“Fuck. You smell divine, Dottie. Like forbidden fruit. Fruit I shouldn’t taste, but fuck it, I’m already going to hell.”
Then his mouth is on me, sucking, licking, nipping at my flesh while he kneads my thighs before slipping his finger inside of me. My back leaves the bed, my hands threading through his dark hair.
“Oh, my fuck!” I cry out, and Damon’s chuckle vibrates on my clit, sending me soaring.
It doesn’t take long for me to reach the peak, and just as I’m about to throw myself over, he curls his finger up and makes me squirt and come at the same time.
“Damon!” I scream, and he growls into my pussy, lapping lazily as the aftershocks slowly leave my body.
I lay there spent, breathing heavily, and when the bed moves with Damon’s weight, I try and find him in the dark, but I can’t. I follow his breathing and find his shadowed silhouette.
“You can’t stay, Dottie. You need to leave tomorrow.”
“What?”
“I - fuck!”
I jump from his outburst, feeling the sting of rejection, and wondering why I keep putting myself in these kinds of positions.
“Dottie, please, I need you to understand,” it comes out strangled and dripping with agony, a plea if there ever was one.
A tear slides down my face. Arrie’s face forms in my mind, and I heave back a sob.
What have I done?
“I know, baby, I know. Arrie will never find out. This is our one stolen moment, the one time we allowed ourselves to be selfish, but I can’t be under the same roof as you now that I’ve tasted you, felt you, Dottie. I just can’t,” he says, his sadness tainting what we just did.
But I deserve it.
I watch his shadow through blurry eyes, and with each step he takes away from me, I feel my heart splintering, my soul shattering, and my resolve faltering. It needs to be done though.
We crossed that imaginary line in the sand and jumped over that mother fucker. The heavy weight of sadness and betrayal hangs in the tense air between us, and before he disappears through the bathroom and into his room, he stops, and so does my heart.
“I still want you to do the mural, but I understand if you don’t want to.”
With that, the door closes, and he’s gone, leaving me to my despair and betrayal, wondering how I’m going to look at Arrie when I see her next. My best friend, cousin, and Damon’s daughter.
Chapter Thirteen
DAMON
