Trust Me (34 page)

With that, the security guard steps outside and closes the door. I can hear Brad’s mom yelling from the other side.

“Allison, please, honey. He’s not mad. He just wants you to tell the truth.”

I’m still speechless. Brad had fabricated an entire relationship between us.

Unbelievable.

Damien pulls me into his chest and kisses my head. “I’m sorry you had to hear that, baby. I don’t know how they got through the gate. Fucking delusional assholes.”

“I’m okay.” Nuzzling deeper into his chest, I murmur, “He’s crazy.” My voice cracks on the last note.

Damien rubs my back as he holds me to him. “Shh, you’re safe, baby.”

I just nod against his chest.

Someone speaks from behind me. “Mr. Wales, we instructed them not to return, and they are off the property.”

Damien has an absolute death grip on me. “How the fuck did they get through security, Bane? I want a meeting. Five minutes, my office.”

“Yes, sir.”

Oh, that’s not going to be pleasant.
When I turn around to a stoic Bane—who, I think, is the head of security—I see him shake his head slightly as he takes in Damien’s words. He begins speaking into an earpiece as he walks toward Damien’s office.

Damien looks at me endearingly. “Are you okay? I’ll stay with you if you need me to, but I need to set some things straight. These fuck-ups will not be tolerated where you are concerned.”

After letting out a breath, I respond, “I’m a little shaken, but I’ll be okay. I just need to process. I’ll lose myself in my edits for a while. Go take care of what you need to. Just remember to stay calm. I need you in one piece, too.”

He gives me a quick kiss on the lips. When he pulls away, he says, “Alli, they have their orders, and they are paid to follow them. They’re going to get a wake-up call with how serious I am. You are to be their first priority, and something like this should have never happened. I will be right back. I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

At my words, he escorts me back to the den. A security guard is now waiting outside the door. Bane might look tough, but I have a feeling that Damien’s about to unleash a wrath that no one wants to see.

I head over to my computer, forcing the encounter out of my mind. Instead, I focus on pumpkins, hay bales, and cornstalks.

Later, when I look up at the clock, I see that an hour has passed. Clicking Upload, I send all the edited photos back to the magazine for the initial layout.

A familiar voice sounds outside the den entrance. “Bane needs to talk to you in my office.”

When I hear footsteps, I assume the security guard is leaving his station outside the door.

A moment later, Damien comes striding into the den, rubbing his forehead. He seems to be doing that more and more lately.
It’s definitely time for us to do something fun together.
When he gracefully sits next to me on the couch, I close my laptop and snuggle into his side. Immediately, he returns my affection.

“Are you done editing your photos, baby?”

“Yes. What a relief. I finished ahead of schedule. Our next shoot is in two weeks. Chris and I talked about it, and we are going to start condensing shoots. The magazine was splitting the shoots over a two-week period. Now, we are going to combine it all into one-week shoots. It’s going to save the magazine money in rental and setup fees, and it gives Chris and me more free time.”

As I am talking, his manly intoxicating smell permeates the air, and I love the comfort it brings me.

“That makes financial sense for the magazine. So, you’re mine to do with as I please for the next two weeks?”

His voice takes on a sexual, teasing tone, and my sex clenches in response.
Will I ever tire of this man? Um, no, I don’t think I will.

Rubbing his stomach, I try to take on a seductive tone as I respond, “Yes. Do you have anything specific in mind?”

He looks at me a little cautiously. His blue eyes are searching mine as a smirk starts to play on his face. Instantly, my body is curious.

“Well, I thought we could go to a football game this coming weekend. The season starts this Sunday. I’ve been lax on winning my bet with Sam. I need to start turning you into a sports fan.”

Whatever sexual moment we were building is officially broken.

I groan as I throw my head back and close my eyes. “Not on your life, buddy. That sounds like the opposite of fun.”

He chuckles. “Is that a no? I’ll owe you one, and I can guarantee that is a position you want to be in.”

Peeking through my lashes, I see his eyes have a hint of wickedness in them now. I love this side of Damien, and I cannot help but soften to the idea of going to North Carolina because he seems so excited about it.

“Fine, I’ll go, but you better pay up good, buddy. I mean, multiple pay-ups.” I suggestively move my eyebrows up and down. I cannot stop the giggles that start coming out as he lightly tickles my side.

“Oh, I’ll start paying up right now.”

Before I know it, he’s thrown me over his shoulder, and I squeal in excitement. He carries me out the den and makes it to the staircase. He takes them two at a time, careful not to jostle me too much. When we pass Ben in the hallway, Ben gives a slight nod in acknowledgment. My face flames, and I try to get off of Damien’s shoulder. Damien doesn’t care though.

“I don’t think so, baby. You’re about to get a lesson in downs.”

Oh geez.
My face flames once more for good measure.

After closing the door behind us, Damien swiftly walks to the bed and playfully throws me in the middle, causing the down comforter to come around me like a cloud. After quickly removing our clothes, he hovers on top of me, sucking on my neck. When he takes my earlobe between his teeth, I moan and writhe beneath him.

Seductively, he murmurs in my ear, “Alli, I think it’s time that I explained the concept of a first down to you, and then if you’re a good student, I will progress to a second down.”

I lick my lips.
Oh, I hope there are a lot of downs.
“How many downs do I want?”

“You definitely want to aim for a touchdown, baby.”

I wriggle my hips in anticipation.
Maybe sports isn’t as useless as I’ve thought all this time.

Damien, Ben, and I are getting ready to leave for North Carolina to attend the opening football game for Damien’s team.

As the car approaches the Atlanta airport, Ben tells Damien, “Sir, the group accompanying us on the flight today have all arrived, and the plane is ready for takeoff as soon as we board.”

“Thanks, Ben.”

We pull up to the hangar, and the driver hands off our bags to one of the airport crewmen. When we board the plane, I am greeted by a lot of unfamiliar faces. As we make our way to the back, they all greet Damien with extended hands as they make comments on all sorts of sports-related things.

“Wales, it’s gonna be a hell of a season.”

“Your grandpa sure would be proud of the team you’ve amassed.”

“Our boy, Mark, seems to be in the best shape he’s ever been in.”

They pay little to no attention to me. It’s obvious they are trying to make an impression on Damien. I smile politely as I follow him to our love seat at the back of the plane.

After we take flight and we’re in the air, they continue their banter with Damien. Ignoring all the ass-kissing, I look out the window and watch the clouds go by. My mind starts to drift to one of the lessons I received during the past week. The crazy thing is I am actually retaining what Damien has been teaching me.
Sam will be so irritated when she loses this bet.
I laugh internally, thinking about the look of surprise that will surely be on her face when she discovers how much I’ve learned.

He’s teasing me with his dick, barely entering me, and it’s driving me into a near frenzy. He lines himself up, pushes into me slightly, pulls out, and then slides his length up my sex.

“Alli, fuck…you like these lessons. You’re so wet.”

My body is pulsing for a release. “Please…I want the touchdown. I need it.”

“What’s it called when a player catches the ball and then drops it?” Positioning his cock at my entrance, he hardly penetrates me before moving his dick up my sex again. “I’ll give you what you want if you answer correctly.”

I scream, “Fumble, fumble, fumble! It’s a fucking fumble! Please!”

As he enters into me, he nips at my nipple, and I cry out in pleasure.

“Oh, baby, you’re going to get your touchdown now.”

As I watch the clouds pass by, I hear a low voice in my ear.

“Keep looking like that, baby, and you’re going to end up naked below me.”

Boy, that comment will snap me out of a daydream any day of the week.
“What?”

“I can tell you’re thinking about us. You keep squeezing your thighs together while licking your lips. I’m getting hard for you, and if you don’t stop, you’re going to get sacked. What lesson were you thinking about?”

“The fumble one.” I take in my surroundings, and part of me badly wants a penalty. His words ratchet up my desire in no time.

He gives me a predatory grin, looking like he wants to eat me. “Hmm, I liked that lesson a lot. I remember a lot of screaming in that one.”

He returns to his task on his tablet as if he didn’t just strike a match in my panties. As I recall some of my recent lessons, I think turnabout is fair play. He’s been teasing me all week long, nearly taking me to the brink of insanity.

I casually lean into him and drape my blanket over his lap as I go to hug him.
Step one is complete.
Innocently, I lay my head on his chest. “What are you working on?”

Trying to feign genuine interest, I look at his tablet and see some kind of financial sheet. He doesn’t seem to mind the small show of affection in front of people. With the way he drapes his arm around me, I think he likes me being possessive of him as much as he likes being possessive of me.

“I’m reviewing and challenging budgets for the team’s departments. None have been approved so far.”

I tsk-tsk him. “You’re a tough cookie to please.”

He chuckles as he continues to peruse his numbers.
Time to put step two into action.
I nonchalantly but swiftly place my hand on his cock, and it immediately begins to grow harder from its already semi-stiff state. With the table in front of us, no one can see my movements. If anyone turned around, he or she would think I was just snuggling up to Damien.

His hand descends on top of mine, stopping my massaging motion. In the same low, rough voice he uses when we are intimate together, he whispers, “What the hell are you doing?”

I coyly smile up at him. In my sexy voice, I say, “What? I thought I would give you a lesson on encroachment. Or are you the only one who can give out lessons when it comes to sports?”

At my brazenness, he eyes me incredulously.
Yes, Mr. Teacher, I can look up football terms on the Internet.
I can tell he’s turned-on by my spontaneity. Glancing around, I am reassured that no one is paying any attention to little ole me. The other passengers are drinking and carrying on among themselves, not even looking in our direction. I bring my knees up to form a tent-like structure as I further cuddle into him.

He releases my hand, allowing me to continue my assault. “By all means, baby, proceed with the lesson.”

I don’t even realize someone is asking Damien a question until he responds without hesitation in a louder than normal volume.

“You know I can’t disclose those facts, Charlie, but nice try.”

The guy laughs and resumes his other conversation from the front of the plane. Damien focuses back on his tablet, selling the facade that he is working. The only way I know I am affecting him is from the small smile playing on his lips.

I unzip his pants slowly. The noise from the zipper coming undone is covered by the hum of the engines. When his length springs free, I start to massage him at a good pace, and it gets him worked up fairly quickly. As he’s nearing his release, Damien drops his tablet to adjust the loose blanket around the front of his cock.
Holy shit, he’s actually going to let me get him off right now.
With how the blanket is draped over us, no one can see any movement. He resumes looking at his tablet as I infinitesimally increase the speed.

His length hardens even more, telling me he’ll be there with a few more strokes. The naughty part of me wants to slow down, bring him to the brink, and then stop, but I’m just not feeling that bold in my current surroundings. Before I know it, his hot liquid spurts onto my hand and the blanket as I stroke out everything he has to give. The only way anyone else would know Damien is having an orgasm is by the small tightening of his eyes and his slightly deep breaths. Otherwise, he’s completely himself.
Geez, if that were me, I would have been so much more shaken.

Putting his hand under the blanket, he uses an edge of it to clean both my hand and himself before he’s zipped up and ready to go. I excuse myself to go to the bathroom to clean up.

When I return, I take my seat next to him.

Leaning into me, Damien says, “I’d say encroachment has become one of my favorite lessons. That was so fucking hot. This evening, I have a lesson for you that I think you are going to enjoy.”