House of Paine - A Full Length Bad Boy Novel (36 page)

“I liked him…the whole time that Mom was married to him. I even held out for a while when Greg insisted he was a drug lord…I insisted he show me proof before I would believe him. He had all of us fooled.”

After they got Crystal settled, they went to the university because Paige had to register for her fall classes. She was already late for this semester, but she’d obtained permission from the Dean. He’d given her a special pass because of her brother’s death and also because she’d been consistently on the Dean’s list every semester for three years straight. As they walked across campus hand in hand, Damien took in the sights around them. Everyone seemed so happy to be here…so “normal.”

“I always wondered what it would be like to just be a normal college student like these kids around here,” he told her.

Paige laughed. “Kids? You’re not much older than some of them and you’re even younger than others. You don’t have to be eighteen to start school anymore.”

He nodded. “I know. It’s just that I feel so much older…the past ten years aged me a lot. Yet, here I am with no job skills.”

She stopped walking and turned towards him. Planting a light kiss on his lips she said, “You’re so smart and capable. All you need to do is decide what it is you like to do and what you want out of life and then go for it.”

He kissed her back. “When you say it, I believe I can do it.”

“You better believe it,” she said. “Did you want to get lunch or anything?”

“I was kind of thinking about taking you out tonight.”

Her face lit up. “Like a real date? That’s hard to imagine.”

Laughing he said, “Really? I don’t seem like a guy who knows how to show a girl a good time?”

She grinned mischievously and said, “Oh, you’ve shown me quite a few good times. No, I just meant that since we met, things have been so chaotic. It will be really nice to go out on a real date.”

“Good, then we have to drive back to New York and get ready,” he said.

“New York?”

“Yeah, I don’t know Rhode Island. I want to take you out in a city that I know.”

Still smiling she said, “Let’s go.” When they got back to the city Damien took her to his penthouse. While she was showering, he took the cash he’d been saving over the years out of his wall safe. He made a few phone calls then and when she came out, he was ready. “What should I wear?” she asked.

She was dressed in a robe and her long hair was hanging loose and wet across her shoulders and down her back. Damien couldn’t resist. He closed the distance between them and tilted her head up towards him. He looked into her eyes for a few seconds and then he claimed her mouth in a deep, hot kiss. She’s so responsive, he loves that. Her arms go up around his neck and she leans into the kiss, letting her body melt into his. The kiss is a rush of sweetness…and heat. It’s comfortable and edgy and as the heat surged between them it sparked a fire that threatened to rage out of control.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in even closer. She parted her lips and Damien groaned and slid his tongue deeper into her mouth. He loved the way she tasted, like cinnamon and peppermint. Desire pounded in his chest as he savored every second. Paige made him feel as high as any drug ever had or could. She overpowered his senses and made him understand what it might be to completely give up your sanity and abandon all self-control. But he was determined to have a normal day with her…one normal day…He summoned all the willpower he had and he broke the kiss, gently nudging her back. She smiled at him and she looked as intoxicated as he felt.

“That was…I can’t think of a word for it…I love kissing you.”

He smiled at her. “I love kissing you too…but, I don’t want to get caught up in the kissing and touching until later. I want to take you out and spend the entire day with you, doing crazy fun things like normal people.”

Paige reached up and touched his face. “I want that too, but you didn’t answer me. What should I wear?”

The doorbell rang just then and Damien winked at her and said, “Hold that thought.” A young woman holding several garment bags on her arm was standing at the door.

“Mr. Paine?”

“Yes ma’am.” He handed her a few crisp bills and took the bags out of her hands. “Thank you.” He closed the door and turned around to Paige. “These three are yours. So you have a choice.”

“You bought me clothes?”

“Yeah…we’ve been so busy running around and neither of us have had a chance to dress up. I want to do this right.”

She was beaming. She looked so happy. Damien could hardly believe how happy that made him. “How did you know what size?”

“I’m incredibly intuitive,” he said. She giggled and took the garment bags from his hands.

“Either that, or you looked in my closet.”

“Intuitive sounds hotter,” he said with a grin. She leaned in and kissed him softly and said,

“Yes it does, but you don’t need anything to make you any hotter. I might not be able to take it.”

He pulled back from the kiss and said, “Go…get dressed before I pull that towel off of you and ruin the whole date day.”

A half an hour later Damien was showered and dressed in an expensive, tailored black suit with a gray silk tie. He waited in the living room for Paige and when she came out of the bedroom he really thought he wasn’t going to be able to make it through the night without ripping her clothes off and jumping her. She’d chosen a silver colored dress that fit like a glove and emphasized her curves that he loved so much. Her hair was still loose but dry now and laying in gentle waves down her back. She had on five inch heels and her gorgeous legs were exposed from her upper thigh on down. Damien’s mouth was dry and his cock was already twitching in his pants.

“Jesus,” he finally said.

She smiled. “Thank you. You look good enough to eat yourself.”

“We better get out of here or this date will be over before it started,” he told her, reluctantly. He grabbed her hand and held her to the door. When they got downstairs he had a limousine waiting for them.

“Wow, this is a going all out kind of date,” she said. The driver got out and opened the back door. He took Paige’s hand and helped her into the back. Damien followed. There was a bottle of champagne chilling with two crystal flutes waiting and there was a vase of blood red roses. Paige’s eyes widened. “You thought of everything,” she said with a tremor in her voice.

“Are you crying? Don’t cry baby!”

She smiled but her eyes were glistening with tears. “They’re happy tears. I just can’t believe you did all of this. Thank you.”

“There is a lot more to come,” he told her.

“I can’t wait.”

The car took them to a club in SoHo. Paige was surprised that there would be a club opened so early in the day. She realized when they walked in that it wasn’t open…for anyone other than them. It was an intimate little club with a tiny dance floor, a bar, and soft music playing in the background. It was the kind of music that you might hear at a wedding…the kind that Paige loved to dance to.

“Do you dance?” she asked.

“Not usually,” Damien said, “But if you want to dance, I’ll make an exception for you.”

“I want to dance with you,” she gushed.

Damien took her hand and led her out onto the dance floor. He put one arm around her waist and held her hand and then he began to glide her across the dance floor.

“You know how to waltz?”

Damien smiled at her surprise as he led her in perfect time. “Are you impressed?” he asked her with a grin.

“I have to admit that I am,” she said.

He pulled her in tighter and he could feel her warm breath against the side of his face. God, she drives him crazy. He spun her out and let her twirl off the tips of his fingers, and then he pulled her back in and relaxed once more to the rhythm of the music. “Wow,” she said, really impressed. “Who taught you to dance a waltz?”

“My mother,” he told her. “She taught me how to dance before my first prom.”

“Wow! Well, she did a great job,” Paige told him. “You haven’t stepped on my toes one time.”

A lump rose in Damien’s throat when he thought about his mother lately. He couldn’t help but wonder sometimes how different his life would be. He could remember the day they’d had their first lesson. He was as tall as he is now but only fourteen years old so nothing but arms and legs. She patiently led him through the steps over and over as he stumbled along after her until it was perfect. God, he missed her, but he had to be glad that she wasn’t there to see how he and Alex had turned out. What would she think of them?

“You okay?” Paige asked him, bringing him back to the present.

He smiled. “I’m fine,” he said, “I was just remembering her.” He pulled her in tighter and breathed in her scent. Paige is the only thing that brought balance to a world his mother no longer lived in. Once again he felt his lips aching for hers. He drew her closer and she melted against him and arched up to meet his kiss. He used his tongue to ease her lips open, licking into her mouth as she did, seductively exploring her depths. She suddenly becomes the aggressor, pulling him tightly against her and biting down on his lips…gently but seductively. She had her hands in his hair now and he shivered each time she dragged her fingers through it.

Damien groaned, once again feeling the heat flare up in his core. His kiss turned demanding then. He began to devour her. He heard her make a noise of pleasure and he growled and gripped onto her hips with both hands as his tongue plunged in deeper, claiming her sweet mouth. He suddenly wanted to rip her clothes off again. He wanted to unravel her completely and see her come undone…but not yet.

He stopped dancing and said, “Lunch!”

Breathless, but with a giggle Paige repeated, “Lunch?”

“Yeah, you eat on dates right? It’s way past lunch time. What do you want?”

She giggled again. “You?”

“Nice…but later. Really, what do you want?”

“A hot dog,” she said.

He laughed. Damien thought she was kidding. “A hot dog? I bought out a club to dance with you in. I bought you a designer dress…I’m offering steak, lobster, shrimp, sushi…and you want a hot dog?”

“Mm hmm. A greasy one. With lots of relish.”

Still laughing, Damien had to admit that sounded good. He took her hand. “Okay, a hotdog is what you’ll get.” He led her back to the limo and he had the driver take them to Brooklyn. There was something there he wanted to show her anyways. The limo dropped them off near a dumpy little bar that was almost hidden in the middle of a run-down strip mall. He led her down a narrow stairwell into a dark little place with vinyl booths crammed together and a floor that stuck to your shoes as you crunched across peanut shells.

“Are we here for a hot dog or some crack?” she asked with a nervous giggle. So much had been going on since he met her that he’d never gotten a chance to show her his New York. Today was the day. Damien held on tightly to her hand so that she would know she was safe and led her to a table in the corner. There were only five or six other patrons in the bar and although we were way overdressed, nobody even looked up at us as they walked across the floor.

“Is beer okay?”

“Mm, yeah. Beer and a hot dog,” she said.

Damien went and ordered their beer and hot dogs. When he got back he was carrying two bottles of beer and four hot dogs. He handed her one, smothered in relish. Paige took a bite, closed her eyes and moaned like she did when they had sex. Damien’s cock twitched again and when she opened her eyes she realized how he was watching her and blushed.

“So good,” she said. He grinned. She ate the whole dog in three bites. He loved that she wasn’t one of those women who put on a show of being on a diet all the time or who only ate things that came from a gourmet restaurant with a pure silver knife and fork.

“I see that. I can’t wait for you to eat another one,” he said. Then unable to resist, he leaned across the table and ran his tongue across her lips. She tasted like mustard and relish and it was surprising to him how much that turned him on. Maybe it was just that everything about her turned him on, no matter what it was. She took a long swig of her beer and then leaned in to meet him. He kissed her, long, slow and deep. Now she tasted like beer and he felt it penetrate his blood stream like a warm glow. He wanted to savor it…stay in the moment forever. He broke it however to get up and go over to her side of the booth. He sat next to her and pulled her against his body. She leaned into him and for the two of them at that moment; nothing else existed there in the dark except for them. He kissed her again and as it deepened he lost himself in the sensations. He kissed her greedily like a kid in the backseat of a car at a drive-in, all tangled up in hands and mouths and tongues.

Paige broke the kiss first, gasping and panting for air. When she did, Damien went for her throat. He put his mouth on the hollow of her neck and kissed along the sensitive skin there, scraping occasionally with his teeth and causing her to shudder. His hand was resting on her upper thigh and he let it slide underneath the edge of the silky dress. Paige had her back arched and her neck hyper-extended as Damien made love to it with his mouth. Time passed…he wasn’t sure how much, when suddenly she said, “It’s so hot in here.”