Page 64 of Discovering Damon


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“I’m sorry,” I say softly, but Tomas just shakes his head.

“Don’t be.” He leans down and pulls me into him, kissing the side of my face. “Come on. Let’s shower and then I’m going to make you something to eat.”

I follow him into the bathroom and let him wash me before running my hands down his body as well. By the time we’re done, the two of us are breathing heavily. Our cocks seem to not have gotten the memo that we’ve already done it a hundred times and that maybe once more is excessive.

“Come on, let’s just ignore them, and if they’re still persistent after lunch, you can fuck me over the kitchen table.”

Tomas lets out a choked laugh and then hands me some sweats before pulling on some of his own. And my god, the way he looks in those, the way his dick looks pressed against that thick fabric is sinful. It’s making me hungry for more than just lunch.

“Fuck it,” I mutter when he moves toward the fridge, showing off his butt to me. “Come here and do me. I can’t stand it.”

He peers over his strong shoulder and arches an eyebrow at me. “You need to eat first.”

“Don’t boss me around, Tomas. It just gives me more ideas.”

He smiles at me before turning back toward the fridge, ignoring my protests. It’s only when we’re done eating that he even gives my horniness the time of day.

“Oh, so now you’re ready?” I reply with as much sass as I can muster.

“I was always ready,” he says with a smile. “Now pull down your pants and bend over. I’ll go grab the stuff.”

I don’t waste any time. I’m bent over the kitchen table, waiting for him to return when I see bodies moving across his porch, familiar eyes peering in through the window.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” I mutter, standing up and pulling my pants up.

“What is it?” Tomas asks, reappearing holding lube and a condom.

“Carter and Reed are here…oh, and Jasper and Bennet.”

“Who?” he asks, and I sigh, moving toward the door and pulling it open, watching as all of my friends stumble through.

“Hello, you nosy bitches,” I say as Bennet pulls me into a hug.

“Hey, man.”

“Hey, turd,” I say as I squeeze him back.

Bennet ruffles my hair as Jasper arches an eyebrow at me.

“You weren’t answering your phone. So we had to come check on you. We heard your neighbor was suspicious….”

“Well, you were wrong. I’m perfectly fine. I was about to get railed over the kitchen table as a matter of fact,” I retort, and Jasper peers around me at Tomas who is setting the ass supplies down on the counter. His cheeks are flushed, and I’m not sure if it’s from what we were about to do or the embarrassment that I announced it to my friends. But whatever, I’m a little pissy that they interrupted. But this is my life. This is my family. They’ve been more supportive than my actual parents.

“Ah, yes, I can see that,” Bennet says with a chuckle, looking quite proud. I puff up at that because yeah, my man is hot as hell.

“Hey, man,” Carter says sliding his arms around me and pulling me into a hug. His blond hair is artfully styled and his blue eyes settle on mine. “We just wanted to say hi. See how you managed out here in the country for the week.”

I throw a thumb over my shoulder and then say, “Well, Tomas managed to save me from a few wayward creatures. Your dogs did nothing to help me, by the way. Useless animals, if you ask me.”

Reed smiles at me, those brown soulful eyes meeting mine. He’s seemed to beef up in the time I’ve known him, probably from having more time to work out and actually eat properly. His muscles seem to almost bulge from the seams of his t-shirt. “Hi, Damon.”

“Hi, baby,” I say and kiss the side of his cheek. Carter frowns slightly, but I ignore him. He knows how I feel about his boyfriend. I love Reed. Love him to pieces. He deserves all the good things in life after the shit he’s been through.

Suddenly, I feel Tomas move up next to me, his arm around my waist, his fingers digging into my skin a little rougher than normal. Oh. I like that too. I like growly, possessive men.

“We haven’t been introduced. I’m Tomas,” he says and then leans into me, pressing his lips to my temple. “Damon’s.”

He doesn’t say what exactly he is to me, but I fucking like that he’s all grumbly over this. I reallyreallylike it.

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