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My eyes connect with his, “I want you to love me.”
“Fuck,” he slams his hips down over mine, and I’m immediately sated in the most delicious way.
“Yes, Damien, fuck yes,” I move my hips against his as we both take what we so desperately need.
“God, do you realize how sexy it is when you say my name like that,” he grunts, sliding out of me and then back in again. Every time he bottoms out in me my orgasm climbs higher, and I’m that much closer to nirvana.
His muscles flex around me, protecting me, guarding me as he makes love to me in a way I never even realized existed. It’s as if we’ve entered another realm - a new dimension. Every time with Damien is new and different. Every time I learn something about myself that I didn’t know before. It’s euphoric and exhilarating all at the same time.
Our hips kiss again and again, and when I don’t think I can take any more I say, “Damien, baby, fuck me,” knowing good and damn well what I’m asking for.
He drives home, and a feral cry rips from my lips as I completely fall apart beneath him. One more thrust and he’s coming down with me. Pleasure rips through my body as I pull every ounce of his orgasm from him, and internalize it in my own.
Our gasps for air mingle together until we slowly begin to come down from the high. He slips out of me gently before he rolls to the side and we lie side by side on the bed.
“Thank you,” he says, still breathless. I turn my face to the side and meet his green eyes.
“For what?”
“For letting me love you, Gia.” He kisses my lips softly with his, and I close my eyes, allowing myself to feel every second of this moment.
Somehow doing the mundane daily tasks that slowly drown out time and steal days and years from our lives, I fell in love.
In the middle of the night while the baby cried, and I cried, and he held me.
I fell in love.
In the midst of reality, changing diapers and soft coos that were never meant for me but for a child that we mutually adore. I fell for the man that helped create the best part of me.
I was forced to grow up quickly. So was he. We did it together.
I don’t think I realized it at the time, but looking back, becoming a mother was so much easier than growing into a woman and discovering that the boy you gave yourself to all those years ago became the man you don’t want to ever have to wake up without.
Chapter Twenty-One
Damien
“They’re up by one, but there are still two minutes left in the third period.” I bounce Astria up and down on my knee, while we sit on the loveseat in our living room watching the Renegades take on the Megalodons.
Gia, looks up from where she’s been editing images on her laptop for the last hour, “How’s Carter playing?”
“Like shi-garbage.” I correct my language quickly before Astria starts repeating shit over and over again. She won’t hesitate to tell you who she learned it from either, ask me how I know.
She’s a ball buster of a two-year-old. She definitely gets that from her mama.
“Seriously?” Gia quirks her head to the side and starts actually paying attention to the screen. I can’t blame her; my girl only cares about hockey if I’m the one holding the stick. Doesn’t hurt my feelings any.
My lips curl into a knowing smile, got her. “Nah, he’s killing it.”
And he is. Carter looks like a beast out there tonight. The Megalodons are favored to win the cup this year, but the Renegades are giving them a run for their money.
The camera pans up into the stands briefly as they reset the play after a penalty on the Megalodons. They’re starting to get desperate for the win and it shows.
Gia squeals, “Oh my gosh, look, it’s Sylvia! How cute is she in the family box? And Camden. Look, Astria, it’s Camden!”
Astria claps her hands, mimicking Gia’s excitement. My girls are still missing their friends, and it makes my chest burn. Camden was Astria’s best friend, even if they did fight like brother and sister most days. And Gia, I know she was close with Sylvia. She pretends like she is unaffected by all of this because she’s constantly trying to put on a brave face for me, but I know it’s getting to her.
It's wearing on me.
