Damien: Billionaire Bad Boy Romance (30 page)

“No one came over by you?”

“I heard one bike roll past, I think, but he didn’t say anything and he wasn’t shooting. I was so scared I probably just imagined it.” I took the hair band from my pants pocket and used it to tie back my hair. The damn air conditioning never really worked well enough and I needed a new fan for the living room.

He stared at me for a long minute. “No one said anything, no yelling at each other or anything like that?”

“Not that I heard. I was trying to keep my daughter safe; I didn’t pay attention to those assholes,” I shot at him. Between the shopping trip, the lack of sleep, and being shot at my nerves were fried. My entire body wanted to collapse into itself. His twenty questions weren’t helping anything. “Do you need a phone?” I asked, digging out mine from my pocket.

He took it from me and pocketed it. “Before you say anything else, you are going to listen to me. You are wrung out. I need to make a few calls, and you need to get some rest. So, while I’m out here making my calls, you are going to get that sexy ass of yours into your bed and take a nap.”

As good as that sounded, I couldn’t let him get so damn bossy. “I’m not a child, I don’t need to nap in the middle of the afternoon. Besides, Madison doesn’t nap for very long anymore. She’ll be up within the hour. I don’t want her scared.”

He sighed hard when I folded my arms over my chest and stood too his full height. Before I could guess at his actions, he gripped my arm and spun me around until I faced the couch. His large hand pushed on my back until I was bent over the arm.

I pushed up, kicked out, but nothing stopped him. He pushed down on me, keeping me over the arm as his hand landed hard against my ass. “I don’t know why you think I’m lying when I say your ass will take a spanking for your mouth.” Another hard slap. “Your stubbornness and your mouthiness are only going to get you into trouble with me.” His hand landed two more times, harder and lower this time, right over my bare thighs.

“Stop it!” I growled. It took more control than I thought I had not to scream. I didn’t want Madison walking in to find me draped over the couch like I was.

“Wrong answer.” He slid both hands between me and the couch and unbuttoned my shorts, yanking them and my panties down to my knees. I tried to strike out, to get away, but again his arm pressed down on me and I was stuck. He continued to spank me on my bare ass. The minimal burn that I felt though my jeans could not compare to the fire he lit into me with my jeans pulled down. After what felt like a dozen or more swats, he stilled his hand on me, lightly rubbing my ass. “Now. When I tell you to go lie down and rest, what do you think the right answer is?”

I felt the tears building in my eyes, but I refused to give in to him. I was an adult! A mother and a nurse. I didn’t need him to babysit me or punish me like some errant little child. “Get off of me.” I bucked again.

He chuckled. “Stubborn ass girl.” His hand laid into me again. This time he concentrated on the curve of my ass, and my thighs. I wiggled, I kicked my legs out, but nothing made him stop. The burn quickly turned into a raging inferno. My mind screamed at me to give over.

“Okay! Okay!” I let my body go limp and pressed my face to the seat of the couch. He didn’t stop though, he continued to spank me until the tears that were sitting in my eyes started to fall. Finally, his hand lay over my ass.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he asked, running his fingertips over my ass.

“I hate you.” I mumbled into the couch. Even as I said the words I knew they were a lie. I didn’t hate him; hell, I didn’t even dislike him. The moment he arrived at that parking lot I knew we were safe. And that was a feeling I didn’t get very often anymore. Even when I was being snarky with him, he didn’t take my bullshit. Most guys just called me a bitch and stalked off. Hell, Jeremy used to just tell me I wasn’t worth the time and would go out for the night. Rafe didn’t do any of those things.

He laughed. “You do not. Lying will get you a round with my belt.” He squeezed my ass cheek, then drifted lower to my folds. Dammit, I could feel the moisture there, and the want. I tried to stand up again, so he wouldn’t see how much my body responded to his authority, but he just kept holding me down.

CHAPTER SEVEN
 

RAFE

Shit, her pussy was soaked. Her juice ran down her thigh, which I gathered up with my fingers and dragged it back to her opening. “You don’t hate me at all.” I held her where she was, sinking two fingers into her cunt. She moaned, and pushed back toward me. “You know, you were just naughty, I shouldn’t let you come.”

“Fuck. Rafe.” Her voice was low, but she gripped the arm of the couch, trying to push back at me. “Don’t tease me,” she demanded, and I gave her already red ass another swat.

“You don’t tell me what to do. That’s the way this works. I give you pleasure and you say thank you. I give you pain and you say thank you. I punish your naughty ass when you need it and you say…?” I stilled my fingers from pumping into her and waited.

After a moment I heard a soft “thank you” escape from her and grinned with my success.

“See, good girl.” I plunged my fingers into her again, harder and faster. “Now, this one time I’ll let you come after a spanking. But you better make it quick, because your ass needs to be in bed in three minutes. If you don’t come before then, I guess you’ll be napping with a sore ass, and an empty pussy.”

I stopped pressing on her back and let her have better range of motion. She pushed up and began to fuck my fingers harder. My cock wanted in, but we didn’t have time. Her daughter could be up any minute. “Better hurry,” I threatened.

She slid her hand between her legs and began to touch her clit. I gave her another sharp slap. “You didn’t ask if you could touch yourself,” I explained. “Ask me.”

“Fuck.” She shook her head but complied well enough after I gave her another slap. She was going to have a hard enough time sitting down as it was if her stubborn streak didn’t take a rest she was going to start earning a few bruises. “Please, Rafe, can I touch my clit?”

“Of course you can.” I smiled down at her body as she began rubbing herself again. Her ass cheeks clenched. Her pussy gripped my fingers and her hips began to roll in a circular motion as she got herself off right in front of me using my fingers as her dildo. “That’s a good girl. Get yourself off, come for me, Beth. Come hard for me.” My free hand squeezed her ass cheeks, letting the heat run through her body again.

“Oh, fuck.” She pushed her face into the couch cushion again.

“Come, Beth. Be my good girl and come for me,” I urged her again, squeezing her ass once more. I pulled out my fingers and thrust them forward hard.

She yelled her orgasm into the couch cushion. I could hear some of what she babbled, but most of it was lost into the fabric of the couch. Her ass slowed down until she removed her hand and lay limply over the arm of the couch.

I slowly removed my fingers, bringing them to my mouth and licking them clean. My cock pushed hard against my jeans, but it would have to wait. She tasted too fucking sweet. I gave her one last slap and helped her pull her shorts back up over that beautiful ass of hers.

She pushed off the couch, hissing when the jeans rubbed over her tender backside.

“It hurts?” I asked with a sly grin. My hand still buzzed a bit from the spanking, I could only imagine what her ass felt like. She didn’t look at me, just turned her head away, but not before I caught the red in her cheeks.

I caught her arm and spun her back to facing me, brining my mouth down on hers hard. Fuck she tasted good, felt good, my body wasn’t going to be able to take so much damn teasing. “It wouldn’t have been so bad if you hadn’t been so stubborn,” I said to her after I broke off the kiss.

“You shouldn’t spank women.” Her eyes met my lips when I laughed.

“You really want me never to do that again? Maybe you’d like a gentle man, someone bringing you flowers and bottles of wine?”

She shook her head, not surprising me a bit. “You can’t just go around spanking women.” She tried again to deny what we both knew what was going on.

“I don’t go around spanking women. I just spank my woman.” I caught her chin in my fingers and pushed it upward. “And now my woman is going to go take a damn nap before she passes out. If Madison wakes up, I’ll watch her. You just go.”

“What are you going to do? We don’t even know who those guys were.”

“I’m going to take care of that, and you are going to do what I said.” I rubbed her ass with my hand to warn her about arguing anymore with me. Her nostrils flared just enough to tell me she wanted to slap me, or at the very least yell at me, but she wouldn’t.

“Fine. If Madison wakes up, wake me.” She pulled away and marched from the room toward the hallway. “And I never said I was your woman.” She called over her shoulder as she disappeared. I laughed then—the woman would forever push the boundaries. That was fine; spanking her had been the highlight to my week. But the next time, I’d need to be sure her kid wasn’t sleeping in the next room. She could have walked in and seen us and the last thing some kid needs to see is her mama getting her ass busted.

Her kid. Fuck me, she had a kid. What the fuck did I know about kids? Nothing. Deciding to worry about that little detail later, I grabbed my phone and started calling the guys to find out if anyone knew what the fuck happened at the mall.

I didn’t see any Anarchy kuttes when I pulled in, but my focus had been getting to Beth. It wasn’t something we did, shooting up a public area, but with Gray in charge now, who the fuck knew what he had the guys doing.

After that shit storm of a vote, I spent most of my time at my house. I kept a room at the club house but lived most of the time off the compound. The clubhouse room was great when I needed a quick fuck or was too hammered to ride home, but getting away from the bullshit kept me sane. Especially after Jason moved out and in with Stephanie.

Stephanie wasn’t taking the death of her husband as well as I would have expected. Word was she hadn’t left her house since the funeral. I tried to keep a man at the house at all times, but she kicked them all off the property. Yelling and screaming at anyone who came to the house that it was the club that killed Jason, so why the fuck would she want our protection. After a few days of that, the guys wouldn’t go anymore, and when I tried to stick around she really went bat shit crazy. I drove past the house whenever I got the chance, but I didn’t make my presence known. When her heart healed a bit, I’d talk some sense into her. In the meantime, her mom was staying with her.

Jason’s sister left town right after the funeral, no matter what I said to that girl, she wouldn’t listen. As soon as the funeral was over, she high tailed it out of town. I’d deal with her later, once I had this shit under control first.

“Mister Rafe.” A small voice interrupted me as I listened to JC tell me that like the others, he didn’t know anything about the shooting at the mall. When I turned around, the little girl stood in the doorway of her bedroom holding the corner of a worn out blanket up to her mouth. “Where’s Mommy?”

“Let me call you back.” I clicked off with JC and walked over to Madison. She looked just like her mama—big green eyes, light brown hair. Except her hair had soft curls in it, and was a bit disheveled from her nap. “Your mama’s sleeping, hon. She needed a nap.” I squatted down in front of the kid, not wanting to scare her with my height.

“Oh. Like me?” she asked, chewing on the blanket.

I pried it out of her mouth and nodded. “Yep just like you. But she’s not getting up yet, okay? Can you come in the living room and play quietly? Let Mama get some rest.”

“Is she sick? Mommy never takes naps.” She held up her arms and I instinctively picked her up, carrying her to the living room. The little girl already trusted me.

“No, she’s just real tired. You hang with me while she sleeps.” I put her down on the couch and looked at her. What the fuck was I going to do with her while Beth slept? I doubted she knew how to play cards.

“Okay, you wanna watch cartoons with me?” She yanked on my hand, trying to get me to sit with her on the couch.

Cartoons seemed easy. “Sure, kid.”

“I wanna watch Cinderella!” She clapped her hands and scooted off the couch, running to the TV. She picked up a DVD case sitting on top of the set and waved it at me. I plucked it from her hand and looked at the cover.

“Barbie Cinderella?” I asked with a sour taste in my mouth. I had an idea that the next hour or so was going to tougher to get through than I had thought.

“Yep, it’s my favorite.” She nodded, her curls bouncing along with her. Her mouth was screwed up in a smile that I wouldn’t be willing to take away. If the little girl wanted Barbie Cinderella, she was going to get Barbie Cinderella.

I sighed. “Okay. Go sit back down. I’ll get it on.” The set up was simple. Beth had a television set, from ten years ago, and a DVD player. Not hard to figure out. Once the music started to play I went back to the couch and sat on the other end of where the girl sat.

She got up and moved over to me, climbing into my lap before I could stop her. Once she was settled, her head banging into my chin at least three times while she squirmed, she let out a loud sigh and focused on the movie.

I’d had my nose broken twice, fell off my bike out running the cops on the highway and ended up in a ditch, but neither of those experiences were more painful than watching the Barbie version of Cinder-fucking-ella. The little girl in my lap didn’t seem as repulsed though. She clapped during each ear bursting song, and giggled at every corny joke. But even with all of that, it wasn’t a half bad afternoon.

A few guys texted me back after doing some digging. No one was killed at the mall, no one even got shot. What injuries were sustained happened from flying broken glass, or diving behind a car. It made no damn sense. There seemed to have been only three guys from what my guys were telling me, and they weren’t shooting at anything in particular.

“Hey there.” Beth’s soft voice came from behind me. She rounded the couch and put her arms out for Madison to jump into. The little girl giggled then leaped from me to her mama. Watching Beth wrap her arms around the little girl and place several kisses on her face before sitting down and snuggling her up to her chest warmed me in a way I’d never felt before. I’d seen Jason be affectionate with Cassandra but he never treated her like a baby, even when she was one. “Did you really watch the Barbie movie with her?” she asked me with wide eyes.

I shrugged. “It’s what she picked.” Finally, the credits played, the torture was over.

“I told you to wake me when she got up. If you watched that whole thing, she’s been up for over an hour.” She shot me hard glance, but again I only shrugged.

“I told you to sleep, and not to give me orders.” I pointed a finger at her. She cast her eyes elsewhere and kissed the little girl’s head again.

“Mommy, you said I could have a popsicle.” Madison bounced on her lap.

“Yes, I did. It’s almost dinner time, though. You think you can wait until after?”

“No, you said after my nap.” The girl pouted just like her mama did when she wanted something.

Beth laughed. “Okay, you can have your popsicle while I cook dinner.” She set Madison on her feet then stood from the couch. “I’m sure Rafe needs to get back to his club—I mean, his house.”

“Nope.” I shook my head and followed them into the cramped kitchen. Although clean, the tiles were yellowed from age, and the cabinets had an inch of paint on them. Lazy ass landlords, just painted over the shitty wood over and over again instead of replacing the crap. “I’m gonna be staying with you two for a while.”

Beth stopped digging through the freezer to give me a hard glare. She pulled out a popsicle and peeled the wrapper away before handing it to Madison, who had been nearly jumping out of her socks waiting. “Take this into your room, okay, baby girl? No dripping on carpet though, okay?”

“Thanks, Mommy!” She snatched the popsicle before Beth could change her mind and dashed out of the room, leaving her blanket on the floor in the kitchen.

“You can’t stay here.” She slammed the freezer shut, holding a package of hamburgers in her hand.