Wreck Me (18 page)

“Thank you,” I murmur against his lips. One big hand travels up my neck and around to tangle into my hair. He groans into my mouth and deepens the kiss. His lips draw mine in deeper. I welcome his demanding kiss. His tongue slips over my moistened lips and into my mouth. I moan and savor the taste of him. He pulls away and I am left wanting and out of breath.

“Do we have to visit granny?” I whine like a child. He laughs and lifts me from the truck.

“It’s Grams. Just Grams.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” I smooth out my dress down my thighs and ass. He extends his arm to me and I take his hand.

“Grams?” We enter a room that would be better classified as a suite. This is the fanciest damn old home I have ever seen. I haven’t seen any, in truth. There are two fair sized windows on the far wall with floral curtains drawn open to allow in natural light. Photo frames are propped on every surface. I glance at each one as we walk further into her living suite. They appear to all be of Damon, some girl and another male. Who the hell are these people? There is a vase of pink roses on her side table. A frail looking older woman lay in the medical grade bed. She’s thin with soft white hair cut short. I feel like running away now. I don’t want to be here. She looks like death is a day away.

“Grams?” Damon calls softly which I assume is so she doesn’t startle. Her eyes crack open and I realize this woman is nowhere near death! Her body looks like it is failing, but there is light in her eyes. She looks young in the eyes. They open wide and sparkle a crystal blue as she takes in the sight of Damon.

“Boy get your rear over here and hug grammy!”

“Grammy huh?” I murmur. Her eyes land on me and I feel like panicking. Her brows prompting an introduction and on cue my big man obliges.

“Grams, this is my girlfriend, Josephine Geroux. Josephine this is my grandmother, Bernice Cole.” I extend my hand to her and shake her delicate, boney hand. She looks to Damon and scoffs.

“Don’t you repeat that awful name. Bernice! Can you believe my parents did that to me?” Her sparkling blue gaze lands on me and I swear to God I am smitten. This woman is like a senior version of me. I can see it. The minute I saw her eyes pop open I felt it. She is feisty and I love it. I feel at home already. It’s strange, but I am grateful that I feel comfortable. I laugh in response to her remark about her name.

“You’re right it is a shit name.” I admit. Her grin spreads wide and her oversized dentures make me laugh harder.

“I like this girl Damon. Where did you find her?” His smile is like heaven. He watches me and Grams hit it off like old friends and his mood has changed drastically.

“A book store. She was wrestling with a shoplifter.” He is exaggerating and I screw up my face in response. Drama king.

“Well?” Grams looks to me expectantly. I raise my brows and look around in confusion.

“What?” I question.

“Did you kick his thieving ass?” I clutch my gut and lean forward in a fit of laughter. Damon follows suit with a low rumbling belly laugh. I sigh and wipe the tears from the corners of my eyes.

“He is lying to you. I only chased the asshole from the store. I got the book back though,” I say proudly.

“Well good!” I am positively mad over this woman. I can see why Damon has a tolerance for my bullshit. His grams is like my far older twin. I feel a million times better about being the girlfriend who is meeting the family. I think I like this Sunday routine. I could hang out with Grams all day.

“Hey, could I maybe swing by to visit you tomorrow? I can make you some lunch and bring it with me?” My mouth moves of its own volition and the words have escaped before I can even think better of it. What the hell has gotten into me? Her face lights up and I don’t regret my offer.

“It’s a date, but only if you bring me a bag of those candy peanuts. You know the big fluffy orange candy peanuts. This grandson of mine doesn’t bring me a damned thing.” She pokes her tongue out at him and folds her boney hands in her lap. I smile wide.

“I’ll tell you what. I will bring you a whole damned box of them if you give me all the goods on big man here.” I jab my thumb out motioning towards Damon and he grunts.

“Uh-uh. Hell no. No plotting between you two.”

The rest of our visit with Grams goes by entirely too fast for my liking and I actually frown when he says we have to leave her to it. We say our goodbyes and I promise Grams that I will see her tomorrow. Damon and I walk hand in hand to his truck.

“Was it as bad as you thought?”

“No,” I admit reluctantly.

“So you mean I have been right twice today?”

“Yes,” I mumble. He sets toward his penthouse and I relax into my seat. I prepare myself for his cave-man ego stroking. He has been right twice in a row. I overreacted both times and felt like a giant ass.

“So what do I get for being right?” I look over at him like he has lost his damn mind and see his crooked smile. My pride is no match for that damn smile. Or his honey eyes. Or his sheepish look and especially that extraordinary cock of his. It would seem that I am at his complete mercy pretty much all the time and I can’t say I mind a damn bit. I am crazy over him. I can’t deny it not even to myself.

“It’s a surprise.” He smiles even brighter and desire to crawl across the console to him nags at me.

“Don’t tease me, woman.”

“I’m not teasing you, baby. You deserve a lot after what you did today.” He glances over to me and his eyes are warm and tender. I want nothing more than to express my gratitude in the best way I know how. Sex. Long, hot, steamy, sensual sex, and I plan on doing just that.

We walk hand and hand into the lobby of the high rise building we make our way directly for the elevator, but Howard stops us.

“Boss?” Damon stops and turns to Howard a few feet away. Howard motions for him to come over to him. Damon drags me with him over to Howard’s security desk.

“What’s going on, Howard?” The middle aged man looks to me apprehensively and I feel like I should give the two men some privacy. I don’t necessarily need or want to know what he has to say. I pull away gently, but Damon’s grip tightens so I still.

“Uh, well, Edward came by earlier.” Damon jaw clenches and ticks. Who is Edward and why does his coming here piss Damon off?

“Boss, he was hammered again. Made a big scene. Took me half an hour to talk him into leaving.” Damon’s nods tightly.

“Thank you, Howard. I’ll take care of it.” Fucking great. His mood is back to quiet and tense. I need to find out who this Edward guy is, but I will wait until the opportunity presents itself. Now is not the time. Right now I am going to have to work doubly hard to bring back happy Damon because right now I have pissed off Damon. And though he is hot as hell, pissed off Damon has to go. We step into the elevator. He punches in the code and we ascend to the top. I know I shouldn’t even bother but I can’t help it.

“Are you okay?” I ask while my thumb strokes along his hand reassuringly. He glances over to me and the anger I see in his eyes frightens me. I am scared of very little. I have seen and done my fair share of screwed up shit, but the kind of anger I see in those amber eyes is the kind that makes a man want to kill someone. It scares me.

“I’m fine.” His answer is short and total bullshit, but I choose to let it fly. The elevator comes to a gliding stop and the doors slide open. He strides into the foyer with me in tow.

“I need to make a phone call. I will be in my office. Make yourself at home.” He leans forward and gives me a chaste kiss on the lips and stalks through the big penthouse towards his office. I am standing alone in his wide open living space. It’s cold and uninviting. I don’t like all this modern shit. I head towards his kitchen and nose through all the cabinets. What to make for dinner? Hmm. A loud crashing noise emanates from down the hall and I freeze in place. What the hell was that? I slip off my heels and discard them beside the kitchen island. I pad quietly towards the noise. I hear muffled talking. I continue down a wide corridor. The talking guides me towards the end of the hallway where I see a cracked door. I step up to the door and peep through.

“I told you last time was it! I told you I would not do this anymore!” Damon barks down the line. Holy shit he is intimidating. His fist pounds down on the solid wood desk in front of him.

“Who the fuck do you think you are coming to my home?” He roars down the line. My heart pounds in my chest and my brain is screaming at me to move. To run away, but my body is frozen in place.

“Yeah well the next time I see you anywhere near my home I swear I will fucking kill you myself. You won’t have to worry about his crew getting to you because I will beat them to it. I think I should have dibs anyway you sorry son-of-a-bitch!” He slams the phone down into its cradle on his desk and runs his shaking hands through his hair. Poor Damon. That had to be that Edward guy. My hand moves involuntarily and pushes his office door open. His heads snaps to where I am standing and we hold each other’s gaze for a long moment. My big man is shaking and rattled. I don’t know who this Edward is, but I fucking hate him already. I have an instinctive desire to comfort him. It’s reflexive and seems to come from nowhere. I walk to where he is standing behind his desk. His big frame plops down heavily into his desk chair.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” He states with finality. His voice is slightly hoarse from his shouting. I hike my dress up so that I can straddle him. I ease across his lap and even though my heart is pounding I want nothing more than to calm him down. I want to fix whatever the problem is. I want to make it better. It’s absurd, but it is what it is. I lean forward into him and kiss him softly on his jaw. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold myself to him tightly. His arms wrap around my waist and hold me to him. Our bodies pressed together seems to mollify the tense atmosphere.

“I don’t want to scare you and that’s what I did.” He says softly. I run my fingers through his thick dark hair and lean back enough to look him in the eye.

“I’m not scared of you.” Relief washes over his face and it chips away at my hardened heart even more. A clear pang of sympathy reverberates through my chest. I lean in and kiss his lips with unbridled intensity. His hands slide up my back to tangle in my hair. He flicks his wrist and wraps my mass of wavy hair around his balled fist. Our kiss breaks when his fist tugs my hair causing my head to tilt back. His mouth feasts at my neck. His warm moist lips kiss me passionately. His fist tightens in my hair producing a whimper from me. He releases me and I seize the opportunity to do what I want. I grind once against his erection beneath my hips then slide off his lap. I kiss his lips once more before getting to my knees before him. He looks like a man in charge above me. The feeling associated with it has me turned on and alarmed at the realization that I like him being above me. In charge. In control.

I push my alarm aside for dissection at a later date. My fingers go to his belt and deftly unbuckle, unbutton and unzip his trousers to free his flawless cock. It springs up and juts outward towards me almost in invitation. I grip my hand around his considerable girth and stroke him to the base then back up to the tip. I repeat my movement while watching him closely. His eyes are hooded, but remain watching me closely. I inch closer to his chair and give him one last glance before I glide my tongue from root to tip. My tongue swirls around the wide tip of his cock. He groans. I feel his body tense then relax. I take him into my mouth and seal my lips around his silky smooth length. A guttural groan vibrates through him. I draw him deep into my mouth, to the back of my throat then forward again. I back him out of my mouth and kiss the tip, collecting the lone drop of come. I lick the residue from my lips and savor the taste of him. The scent and taste of him is a heady combination that has my stomach clenching deliciously. I take him deep into my throat pass after pass. I stroke the base of his cock as my lips draw tight around him. My tongue flicks against the tip and massages the sensitive zone on the underside of his shaft.