Page 6 of Love Me Forever

Once I’m in and buckled, he hustles around to the driver’s side and buckles himself in and starts the truck.

We’re driving down the road when he stops at a drive thru, “You good with burgers and fries?”

“Yes, that sounds so good right now. I want a vanilla milk shake too, let me grab you some money.”

I go to dig through my purse to hand him cash when I hear him curse under his breath, “Fuck no, you are not paying me.”

“Damien please, let me pay.”

“Not just no, but fuck no. My woman is not paying for her dinner,” he rumbles out.

“Umm. Okay, sorry I didn’t mean to upset you.”

I’m baffled. Honestly, I’ve never heard or seen someone speak so hastily about offering to pay. I know I’m young and haven’t really been out in the dating world. My grandmother guarded me with her life when I was a teenager and I guess that made me a little bit of a recluse. That was only amplified when she passed away right after high school. Since then, I’ve been living and breathing the flower shop. I don’t regret it for one minute, but it does take a toll on your social life.

“Not upset at you, Gorgeous. If you’re with me, you are not paying for a single thing. My mother would take a switch to my rear, if I even brought it up,” he says as he takes my hand in his. Those tingles I felt earlier today are back.

“Okay,” I mutter.

Chapter Seven

Damien

We’re at my beach house. I bought this property a decade ago, right after I landed my first big contract. I knew right away I wanted to invest in a home. I never knew it would take me years to find the woman to go with it, but here she is, standing in the living room, looking at the waves crash against the sand again and again. It’s calming and peaceful at the same time. The salty air, even when it’s cold and frigid in the winter nights, there isn’t a better place to be. I have a small yard, but when the beach is in your backyard it’s like heaven on Earth.

I plate our burgers and fries. It’s not a great dinner, but somedays you just need to chill out at home. Opening the doors that fold back into the walls, giving it an unrestricted view, I set our plates on the patio table, going back to grab her milkshake and a beer from the fridge for myself. I grasp them both in one hand and come up beside Amelia reaching for her hand and bringing her out to the patio with me.

She goes to sit down as I pull her chair out for her.

“Thank you, Damien, this looks delicious,” she says as she brings her shake to her mouth sucking on the straw. All I can imagine is her lips wrapped around my cock with her sucking it as fervently as she is with that god damned straw. When she moans aloud that’s when I have to say something. I want that moan, not the milk shake.

“You’ll be moaning for me and doing it fucking soon, Gorgeous.” I rasp out.

Her breath hitches. I decide not to say anything else and start in on my meal. I get why she moaned immediately. This food is damn good, I’m not sure it’s nearly as good as Amelia tastes though. After we’re both done with our dinner, I take the plates and tidy up the kitchen. I turn down the lights throughout the house and make my way back to Amelia. I need her. The connection we share is nothing short of a miracle and it creates a desperation inside of me. I feel not one ounce of remorse either.

I walk back towards Amelia, she’s still sitting in the chair I left her in. I take her hand and bring her up and towards the living room. I sit on the couch and she goes to sit beside me, I’m not having that. I want her touching me. Always. I bring her to my lap and she’s sitting sideways. When she looks into my eyes, I lean in and take her mouth slowly and deeply. As much as I want her underneath me tonight, I don’t want to rush this. I want to take it slow; I want to cherish this time with her. Yea, I know, my actions at the office make it seem like I want her right this very minute, but as much as I talk a big game, she’s more than just a fuck.

I slowly part from our kiss, lingering, and not wanting to end but knowing we have to talk. I want Amelia in my life, permanently.

“Gorgeous, as much as I want you right here and right now, we need to take this slow. I want this to become more. More of us, more time with you, more of everything.”

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