Merrick: Harlequins MC (38 page)

CHAPTER
ELEVEN

Cassie heard footsteps and her heart jumped when Damon walked in through the door. He was covered in mud and roughed up. All because of her. All because he'd saved her.

Running over to him, Cassie didn't seem to care about how much dirt covered him. She needed to kiss him, to let him know just how much she appreciated what he'd done. He'd risked so much for her. Why? She wasn't sure, but she didn't have to know right then and there.  And she'd make sure to pay him back in a more pleasurable way later, once he felt up to it again.

She kissed him, and he kissed her back. But it wasn't a kiss filled with lust or a promise of sex. A soft, gentle, almost relieved kiss. He was tired, most likely. And needed a shower.

“I can't say thank you enough,” Cassie said, her eyes filling with tears.

“Then don't try,” Damon said, pushing back a strand of her hair that was covering her face. “Because you don't have to thank me, Cassie.”

“But you risked so much. For me.”

“And I'd do it all over again. Andy was a piece of shit. He deserved everything that happened to him.”

Cassie couldn't deny that, so she didn't. Still, the idea that she was finally free, that Andy was gone – forever – was such a relief. It was like a boulder had been lifted from her shoulders and she could finally breathe again. “I should let you shower,” she said, stepping away.

“You could join me,” he said with a wink before heading toward the bathroom.

Cassie followed. Not because she felt obligated, but because she wanted to. She helped him strip down, dropping the muddy, nasty clothing in a corner of the bathroom before he gently and carefully removed her clothes. His hand rubbed her neck softly as he stared at the bruises left behind by Andy's attempt to strangle her. The look in his eyes in that moment took her breath away. Her entire body hurt from the beating, but with his soft, gentle touch, he made everything fell all right again.

Together, they got in the shower. He wiped her down, making sure to be careful with her sore spots and flinching along with her when she hurt.

“Maybe you should go to a hospital,” he said.

“Can't,” Cassie said. “Too many questions. Too much potential for trouble. Breaker took good care of me.”

She lathered the bar of soap, wiping off his chest, cleaning off all of the muddy remnants of tonight's adventure. He turned, lifting up his hair so she could wash his back.

When he turned back around, they embraced, kissing softly. Being in his arms after everything that had happened felt so nice and so natural as the warm water rushed over their naked bodies. He didn't move toward anything sexual; it was a kiss. And a shower. Yet she could feel his cock hardening against her stomach, which again caused him to turn away from her.

“Come here,” she said, a playful smile on her face. “Let me thank you for saving my life in a more personal way.”

“You don't have to thank me, Cassie. I told you that already. And you most definitely don't have to – ” His voice caught in his throat as she reached around and stroked his cock.

“I know I don't have to,” she whispered against his skin. “I want to. I want you.”

“And I want you,” he said, “but are you feeling up to it?”

“Are you?” she asked.

He chuckled, looking down at his cock in her hand. “I think we know the answer to that one already.”

“Then it's settled,” she said as she continued to jack him off.

“Are you sure?” he asked, turning around to face her. “I don't want to hurt you.”

“You can never hurt me, Damon,” she said, stroking his face. “And, yes, I'm sure.”

Before he could say another word, she dropped to her knees and took his cock between her lips. Kissing the very tip of him, she let her hands stroke the shaft. If Damon wanted to argue against her doing this, his body wasn't letting him. His hands eventually found their way to her hair, as he groaned. “Oh God, Cassie...” he said.

She teased the tip of his dick before sliding him into her mouth, as far as he would go without gagging, using her hand to make up the difference. She moved her mouth up and down over his swollen cock, savoring how he felt in her mouth.

“Please, stop,” he said, his voice hoarse.

Cassie, afraid that maybe he wasn't in the mood after all, did as she was told. She stood up, ready to apologize, when he kissed her long and hard, pressing her body against the shower wall. His rough hands worked over her body, touching her in ways that were gentle as he did his best to not hurt her. Never before had Cassie seen him be so gentle about anything, especially sex.

Damon picked her up and carried her out of the shower. He placed her on the bed, lying her down comfortably, and Cassie thought maybe he was putting her down to rest. Turning her down for sex, but taking care of her. Yet, she could see that he was still very hard and Cassie wanted to take care of him, too.

She sat up, crawling to the edge of the bed where he stood, butt naked, and she once again took him in her mouth, sucking and stroking his cock with her hand at the same time. Damon didn't fight this, as Cassie expected, but he lifted her head away from his body and forced her to look up at him.

“Please, Cassie--” he started to say.

“But I want to, Damon. For all that you've done for me and because I genuinely want you.”

“I want you ,too. God knows, I do,” Damon said, stroking her cheek.

“Then take, me Damon. Take me as you've done before. I'm yours to take – ”

“You belong to no one, Cassie. Remember that always, okay?”

She nodded. “I didn't mean it like that, just that – I want you and I'm not doing this just because I think I owe you.”

“Good,” he said, kneeling down to the ground so he was eye level with her. “But just so you know, I didn't ask you to stop because I wanted to stop, but because you almost had me close...”

He trailed off, but Cassie knew what he meant. A mischievous grin formed on her lips, taking over her face. She kissed Damon and he kissed her back, guiding her so she was lying down flat on the bed.

They were both already undressed, making it even easier, but Damon didn't rush into it. Instead, he held himself above her, kissing her lips, her neck, her cleavage, covering her in kisses. Taking a nipple into his mouth, he teased her, causing her body to writhe beneath him, begging for him to enter her.

“Please, Damon,” she said.

Instead of making her beg for it like he did before, though, he slowly guided his cock toward her opening, letting it rest up against her. It was Cassie who thrust her pelvis upward, managing to slide the tip of him inside of her. Even that little bit sent shivers throughout her entire body. The anticipation of him being inside of her was too much so she lunged upward a bit more.

Damon thrust into her at the same time, spreading her pussy open and sliding comfortably inside. As he became sheathed inside of her and filled her up, they both groaned in pleasure. He rocked back and forth on his knees, filling her up over and over again, all while kissing and touching her. He was moving faster, gaining momentum, but he always moved as if he didn't want to break her, as if he were taking extreme care to avoid aggravating her hurts. After everything she'd been through, he didn't want to hurt her even more.

But there was no pain. Not at all. Her body was filled with such intense pleasure, she didn't feel anything but the way his cock thrust in and out of her and she wanted more. Digging her nails into his back, she lifted her body up, holding onto him with her legs.

“Oh God,” she mumbled, surprised at the sensation from the change in position.

This allowed him to thrust deeper into her. Damon let out an almost animalistic growl as he gripped her hair, pulling her face into his and thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Their bodies continued to ride out the pleasure together.

Damon was a mess; he was probably even trouble. But one thing was certain: she'd found her hero.

CHAPTER
TWELVE

Relief flooded Damon's body as he made love to Cassie. The idea that Andy could have killed her, had he not gotten there in time, was in the back of his mind and continued to replay in his head
. But she's not dead; she's here with me
, he thought to himself. There was something there, something more than just sex this time. There was a connection, a concern for not only her pleasure, but for her happiness, as well.

As he stared down into her eyes, his cock inside of her, he couldn't get over how beautiful she was. The way her face was froze in a look of pure bliss, the way her eyes begged him to fill her up. Everything about her was beautiful.

She felt fucking amazing, as always, too. Her pussy tightening around his cock with each spasm. She was close to climaxing, he could tell, and there was nothing in the world he wanted more than to make her scream out in pleasure. Not because he wanted anyone to hear this time – but because he wanted to know she was enjoying herself. He wanted to make her feel so fucking good it would bring tears to her eyes.

And from the small gasps she was making as they made love, it was obvious she was feeling pretty damn good. Her nails dug into his back, moving up and down, scratching him from his ass to his shoulders. She'd leave a mark, that was for sure. If he weren’t bleeding right then, he knew he would be soon. But none of that mattered. All that mattered was making her feel good.

“Oh, Damon,” she cried out, her body shuddering underneath him. “Oh God, Damon.”

“Mmmm,” he whispered into her ear. “I love hearing you say my name.”

“Damon, Damon, Damon – ” she said, her voice getting higher and higher with each thrust. Each time she said his name, his own body shivered with intense pleasure. “Oh God, yes...”

The bed was shaking, hitting up against the wall, and things were getting a little heavy. He didn't want to hurt her, though, yet she was demanding her up his speed, begging him to fuck her harder. And he wasn't a man to let his woman down.

But he could feel his own orgasm building in his body.
Too soon
, he thought to himself.
Too soon
. Slowing his thrusts down, he tried to keep himself from cumming. He wasn't ready yet and wanted the pleasure to last. But in this position, Cassie grabbed onto his ass, pulling him in deep as she let out an ear-shattering scream that was bringing him closer and closer to the brink.

The vibrations within her pussy were too much for Damon who couldn't manage to control himself any longer. His own grunts and growls joined her screams as he exploded inside of her, spilling his seed into her with a wave of pleasure that seemed to last forever. He never wanted this feeling to stop, this pleasure of being inside of her as he came hard while she held onto his body, shuddering from her own climax.

But all good things must come to an end and their orgasm eventually wound down, leaving them both breathless. He fell on top of her, but rolled off, pulling his dick out of her. The exhaustion hit as if she drained him of his very last bit of his energy, and he could tell she was fighting to stay awake herself. He was on his back, she was next to him, fighting to keep her eyes open.

“Come here,” he said. “Come closer, baby.”

She did, laying her head on his chest, snuggled up next to him.

And as she drifted off to sleep, Damon couldn't help but stare down at her and smile. Even as he joined her in drifting off to sleep, content and peaceful, he fought off that inner voice that whispered to him, that told him allowing himself to get this involved and this deep was dangerous.

Damon Steele wasn't the type of man who fell in love. Not this easily. Not with women like Cassie. Considering everything they'd been through so far, he knew that the danger was only just beginning. If he were willing to kill for her, what else would be willing to do for her?