Page 23 of The Most Dearest
Damon: Come over tonight. Stay with me, even if it's just to sleep.
It had been six weeks since what I'd labelled our official “first date,” the one at the fancy restaurant when we'd declared our fake relationship over. I had grown so close to him and was feeling stupidly horny all the time. He had that effect on me.
Me: Be over in a sec. Already in pjs.
I left the house quietly, shutting the door softly. It didn't matter any longer if Harrison thought I was fucking Damon. In fact, I didn't want him in my business at all, even for the sake of revenge. Damon was waiting on his front step. He hugged me as soon as I reached the top step.
“Hey,” he said softly, kissing the top of my head.
“Hey,” I responded. We made our way to his room awkwardly. A mobile hug can be difficult to master. We lay on the bed next to each other.
“Wanna watch something?” he offered.
“No thanks.” I'm not usually an initiator but he was obviously channeling the inner good guy tonight, so the ball was in my court. I pushed against him, kissing him and running my hands up his back. We were on our sides, facing each other. His hand moved to my breast, and then down to squeeze my ass. I took his cue and grabbed his ass, which made him break the kiss and laugh.
“What?” I laughed back. I was making this awkward.
“Nothing,” he murmured, and the kissing began again. He stroked my pajama top as he undid every button. I never wore a bra to bed so within seconds, I was completely naked from the waist up. I copied his actions, lifting his t-shirt as high as I could before he took over and pulled it over his head. Seconds later, he was on top of me, wriggling out of his pants. My pants were gone a minute after that.
It was a sweet but awkward first time. Sweet because he was so gentle and kind, and awkward because ... well, it was the first time. It's always weird at first. Someone new is seeing you naked. Your insecurities rise and you wonder how you compare with their ex, or their celebrity crush. But this time, I didn't feel insecure. My awkwardness came from not knowing what he liked, or what I should do. We'd learn each other in time. For now, I was enjoying the newness of the experience and his masculine sounds. He smelled amazing, like soap and basic deodorant but I loved that.
He had a condom, and when he first pushed into me, we both groaned and broke our kiss to stare at each other. This was amazing. It was sexy and physically, it felt great, but it also was meaningful. We’d known each other for months at this point and had danced around this attraction for the last two. We hadn’t said “I love you,” and probably wouldn't for a while. I was paranoid about rebounding, and he was patient and likely still deciding on his feelings for me. I fell asleep that night in Damon's arms with a smile on my face. Nettie had been allowed back in the room after our nocturnal activities had finished and was now snoring on her mat. It felt like home.
In the morning, we showered together and had amazing stand-up sex. Harrison rarely had sex standing. He was worried about his back, which was just offensive. I wasn't the world's skinniest woman, but I was way smaller and lighter than him. Damon heldme up and fucked me against the shower wall like I weighed nothing more than a bag of rice. And the man was unfairly gifted in aftercare. I felt cared for and worshipped.
Chapter 23: Cordelia – Wake up calls
For some must watch while some must sleep, so runs the world away
Hamlet, William Shakespeare
I was awakened abruptly by Harrison yelling through my door. Groggily, I sat up. “Fuck off,” Damon growled at the door. “What’s this asshole want?”
Rather than fuck off as instructed so politely, Harrison threw open the door, his face falling when he saw a bare-chested Damon beside me. I clutched the sheet to my naked body. He didn’t have the right to see the girls anymore.
“Get. Out. Now.” Damon said in a low, deep voice.
“Well, I fucking would if I could. I’d love to be asleep right now, but I have a million phone alarms going off in my room every 10 minutes.”
“We know nothing about that Harrison. Use your last remaining brain cell and turn off the alarms maybe?” I suggested snappily.
“That would be the logical move, but they’re hidden all over my room. There was even one in my fucking air vent. Where did your bitch sister find so many old phones?”
I laughed out loud, not even trying to disguise my pride in my sister. If Harrison had been a better boyfriend, he’d know that Cam worked at a phone dealer, a place where people frequently traded in old models for recycling. I wouldn’t tell him this now, of course. He’d had his chance to get to know my sisters and their partners. Did he even know what Seamus did for a living?
“So fucking look for them. We can’t and won’t help you.” Damon stared him down until he backed out of the room, muttering curses under his breath.
“Your sister is a master of sleep disruption,” he remarked, pulling me back down into his arms. This man was a miracle. He was kind, fun, and patient. He loved Miranda’s antics and never used words like “flighty” or “chaotic” to describe her. I felt content and hopeful, and more than ready for Harrison to concede defeat and sail off into the sunset with his child bride and suitcase of sanitizer. Let Emma deal with his gigantic pimples and even more gigantic ego. Love is blind, but in my case with Harrison, love was blind, stupid, and wildly misplaced.
The next morning, the world’s most awkward foursome sat in the kitchen. Damon and I enjoyed a full breakfast, while Emma fussed over a banana and Harrison downed a coffee. He looked truly awful. The bags under his eyes were huge, and Emma had begun sniping at him more regularly. At first, he was patient and seemed wounded by her jibes, but he’d recently begun to retaliate.
“Careful you don’t spill your coffee on your vest, mate.” Damon nodded at Harrison’s Walmart vest. “I hear that you only get one, and if you ruin that, you have to pay for another. My little cousin works there to earn money for Roblox.”
Harrison narrowed his eyes at Damon. Emma was dressed neatly in her pharmacy uniform. Harrison didn’t have a shift until later this afternoon, but he was still in charge of taking his little girlfriend to work given she didn’t have a car, or even a license.
“Let’s go,” Emma urged Harrison. She was an irritating presence in my life, a constant reminder that Harrison was a lying fucking cheater, but she’d become a necessity. She seemed to grindHarrison’s gears almost as much as Miranda did lately, so it was very gratifying to watch their relationship implode.
He grabbed his keys and headed out but stopped when I called to him.
