Demi rubbed her nose against mine. “Duke?”
I blinked my way out of that thought. “Hmm?”
“It’s okay to fuck me.”
I barked out a laugh. “What did you think I was going to do? I mean…” I pressed my dick against her opening. She gasped. “I’m right here.”
Demi covered her face. “Oh God. That didn’t come out right.”
I placed a kiss on her mouth. “What did you mean?”
“I noticed that you were taking your time, being a little gentle. I just want you to know that I like it hard. And rough. So you can…do it that way.”
I tipped my head toward the bedside table. “Grab a condom.” I nipped her chin. “I told you… Don’t rush me. I will fuck you the way I want to. This time.”
She shuddered against me. “Well…” She reached over and pulled the box of condoms out of the drawer, wasting no time sliding it on my dick. She squeezed the base. “Okay.”
With my eyes on hers, I inched inside her.Shit. I blew out a breath, closing my eyes against the rush of emotion that swelled inside me. I dropped my forehead on her shoulder, licked my way to her mouth, and fused my lips to hers. We stayed like that a moment, mouths together, bodies tangled—until Demi traced my jaw with her finger and bucked up against me.
It didn’t take long for us to find a rhythm with each other. We were the perfect song and dance, pushing and pulling as if we were always meant to be this way with each other. We’d tripped over an invisible line and there was no turning back. There was no way I could stay close but distant from her. I wanted her with me every second, every hour, every day.
“Duke,” she murmured against my mouth as we moved in sync. “Please don’t hurt me.”
Her words were so soft, so heartfelt, I opened my eyes to search hers. “I’ll never hurt you.” It was a promise I intended to keep, because hurting her would hurt me. “Never.”
Demi opened her eyes then, her hooded gaze piercing something deep inside. Then, she shuddered around me as she came, stealing the tiny pieces of me that I’d kept hidden for so long, but giving me so much more in return. And I followed her over, growling her name into her neck. In that moment, I realized that I wasn’t falling.I already fell.
Wakingup with Demi’s naked body pressed against mine was a surreal experience. I wasn’t really one of those men who insisted on never sleeping over. Not because I wasn’t an asshole, but because morning wood was a thing. Yet, instead of finding an excuse to leave or calling one of my sisters or Skye to barge in and cause a scene, I found myself wishing we could stay like this for a while.
The reality of our situation was that, in a matter of minutes, my mother and father would be up enjoying coffee together. Asa would be stomping through the house. Or any of my other siblings could pop up at any minute. And nobody really knocked at the house, except for Pop. Still, I wasn’t ready to leave her—or see her go.
We would have a full house today and Ma had already commissioned me to prepare dinner. One of these days I would actually charge her to boss me around, but it definitely wouldn’t be today. And I looked forward to seeing X, Zara, and Skye, and their families.
I nuzzled her cheek with my nose. “Demi?”
She groaned. “Don’t wake me up.”
“Better me than Ma.”
Demi sat up, her curls wild and her eyes barely open. “Damn. I’m in your room.” She pushed her hair back. “Oh God. Ma! She knows I was upset. She might try to check on me.” Demi rolled over and fell off the bed. “Shit,” she hissed.
I reached out and she grabbed my hand. I pulled her to her feet. “No need to panic.” Demi turned in place, a frown on her face. She was unashamed of her nakedness, which was perfect, because I wanted her that way often. “Looking for something?”
She looked at me. “What did you do with my shorts?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Ah.” She walked to the chair and picked up her shorts. “Got ‘em.” She slid them on. “If you see my panties—”
“You won’t be getting them back,” I cut in.
The corner of her mouth quirked up. “What’s with men always trying to steal panties?”
I didn’t want to hear about her with any man. “I’m not even going to comment on that.”
Demi did a fist pump when she found her shirt. She put it on and walked over to me. “I better go.”
I hooked a finger in her pants and pulled her on top of me. “Or you could hop on my dick.” She rolled her eyes, but she sat up, straddling my hips with her thighs. I slipped my hand in her shorts and brushed my thumb over her clit. She groaned. “You seem like you’re ready to me.”
