Love Me (Trust Series #2) (2 page)

After receiving a thorough wake-up call in the form of orgasms from my fiancé, we are in the kitchen, eating from an assortment of grains and fruit. The food was prepacked and waiting in the refrigerator for us. The complete attention to detail he gives is incredible. He makes me feel like I’m the only thing that matters in his life.

Breakfast time with Damien is one of my favorite times. He’s normally shirtless, which means I get to just stare at him unabashedly. He’s wearing his usual black silk pajama pants that hang just below that delicious V-muscle, and it is a glorious sight. His sculpted muscles move in synchronicity as he eats.

This has to be the definition of perfection.

I’m only wearing one of his gray T-shirts, and it reaches my mid-thigh. My legs are folded underneath me as I sit in the chair next to Damien with my hair thrown up in a mess on top of my head.

He just put a bite of granola into his mouth when I say, “You know, I think you should tie me up sometime and have your wicked way with me.”

He spews his cereal and starts choking as his eyes grow wide. Pressing my lips together, I try to hide my amusement while I help him get through this coughing fit.

I love the book Sam, my best friend in the entire world, gave me when she stayed at Damien’s house last time. This book,
101 Ways to Make Your Guy Scream in Pleasure,
has given me some excellent tips that I cannot wait to try out on my future husband.

“Are you okay?”

“Holy shit, Alli. That was unexpected.” He’s still recovering.

As I clean up some of the cereal, I act as nonchalant as possible. I’m not succeeding as little giggles escape me. My phone beeps from a nearby chair, and I grab it to see that it’s Sam.

Sam: Hey, girl! I can’t stand it any longer. What did you say?

It figures that Sam already knows.

I feel giddy, thinking about sharing this with her. My fingers freeze right before I start typing my response.

When and how are we going to announce our engagement?

I have no idea what proper protocol is for these types of announcements. My mind continues to think about what the announcement will bring—more drama.
Ugh, his parents are not going to like this.

I’m guessing my eyebrows are furrowed in contemplation because Damien asks, concerned, “Baby, what’s wrong?”

I raise my eyes to meet his. “Sam just asked what I said. Then, I started thinking about how we are going to announce it to everyone, what everyone is going to say, and how certain people are going to react.”

“Do you not want to tell everyone right away?”

I can hear and sense the disappointment coming from Damien as he watches me closely.

A little panic starts to bubble up as I begin to comprehend all the decisions to be made. “I didn’t mean it like that. I do if you do.” I start rambling faster and faster. “We just haven’t talked about it. I just—”

“Alli, just breathe, baby.” He grabs my hand, looking me earnestly in the eyes.

I take a deep breath and immediately feel better.

When I’m calmer, he says, “Of course, I want to announce it to everyone today. I’ve been dying to officially have you as mine since I met you. Only four people know right now—Sam, her parents, and Bane. No one else knows.”

I cock my head to one side because I’m not sure what he means.

He continues without me having to voice anything. “I asked for permission from Sam, Dean, and Chandra before asking you to marry me. I wanted to do this as traditional as possible. Bane only knows since he’s the head of security.”

My eyes gloss over with moisture at his thoughtfulness. By getting Sam and her parents involved, he’s tried to make this as absolutely perfect as possible.

“Baby, I sure hope those are happy tears.”

“Yes, yes, they are.” I grab his hand. “Thank you for making this so incredibly special, and thank you for giving me you.”

“I’m yours, and I’ve been yours since I saw you at the hotel that first time. What are you going to say to Sam? We will do this however you want. I just want you to be happy.” He places his other hand on my cheek and removes my few tears that have escaped.

I can’t help the smile that emerges, and I can see the sparkle of happiness in Damien’s crystal blue eyes.

Practically bouncing in my seat, I say excitedly, “I’m going to tell her I said yes!”

I can see Damien’s gorgeous megawatt grin from the corner of my eye as I grab my phone and text Sam back.

Me: I said YES! So. Excited.

Sam: Me, too! Can’t wait to see you at lunch.

Me: Sounds good.

Sam: Don’t forget that my parents won’t let you two stay together if you stay the night.

Me: Okay. Wouldn’t dream of it. I know how traditional they are.

Sam: You might want to tell Damien before he agrees to come. I’ve seen his caveman style firsthand when it comes to you.

Me: Okay. Thanks for the heads-up. I say it’s time for Operation Caveman Payback. Are you down?

Sam: Hells to the yeah, I’m down to get Wales back! Congratulations, Allison. You deserve this happy ending!

Me: xoxo

Sam: xoxo

I look up to see Damien watching me. “Do you know what we are doing today? Sam mentioned that we’re seeing her parents, but I didn’t know if that was in the plans.”

His thumb starts stroking those soothing circles on my hand that I love.

“That’s up to you. They wanted us to come by as soon as we were up, and they asked for us to consider staying the night. They want to do a family lunch in celebration of our engagement.”

It’s so sweet that he already had this planned with them, and he’s letting me make all these types of decisions.

“Sounds good. I’ll let Sam know we will be over in a bit.”

Me: Be there in a couple of hours. Damien thinks we are staying the night. When we get there, let him know of your parents’ expectations.

Sam: Ha-ha. OMG! You betcha! Classic! This is going to make Sam–1, Damien–0. And with the other bet I’m going to win at the end of the season, I’ll be at 2. His ass is grass.

Me: You’re crazy. See you in a bit.

Sam: Muah.

When Sam and Damien first met, they made a bet that he wouldn’t be able to make me a sports fan. With Damien teaching me about sports through sexual extracurricular activities, he’s about to win, but Sam doesn’t know that yet.

Damien looks at the clock on the wall. “I think the shower is big enough for the both of us.” His voice becomes a little raspy.

I know what’s about to happen. Springing from my chair, I start running for the shower, stripping my shirt off as I go. He’s up and after me instantly. Catching me in the hallway, he spins me around. As he picks me up, I wrap my legs around his waist.

“Baby, you’re feisty this morning.”

In response, I grind into him, and he groans. Shifting his body, he frees himself from his pajama pants and pushes me against the wall. He slides into me, and I lean my head back at the complete sensation.

“I’ll never get enough of you, baby.” He continues his assault on me—filling me, stretching me, sending tingling pleasure through my body.

“Please, harder.”

He uses his hands on my ass to increase the movement, providing the maximum friction between us. My inner muscles start to quake. He sucks on the sensitive part of my neck, and it causes me to ignite from within.

“Damien…”

His name leaving my lips sends him over the edge. I love having him inside me.

“So perfect, each and every time, Alli.”

I collapse onto him, and he continues to make our way to the bathroom.

I’m looking for my lip gloss in my purse when Damien emerges from the back bedroom.

Clothes were also provided for us on the bus. He’s wearing jeans with a green-and-white plaid shirt that’s untucked and rolled up at the elbows. He is the most delicious-looking cowboy I have ever seen in my life. It creates the sexiest combination, like city boy meets country boy. I’m in jeans and a white camisole underneath a sheer white peasant top with an eyelet trim. Long, dangly earrings and my brown ankle boots complete the outfit. I’m sad that the onset of fall will nearly eliminate the fun dresses and sandals.

“Alli, stop looking at me like that, or we’re never going to leave.”

I lick my lips, and he immediately grabs my hand and pulls me out of our suite-on-wheels.

“It’s hard enough for me to keep my hands off of you normally, but when you look at me like you want me, it makes not having you damn near impossible.”

The way he’s practically dragging us to the car has me snickering.

We make our way over to Sam’s parents’ home at an excessively slow rate due to the dirt roads. I smile to myself at how he babies his sports car. I wouldn’t think a billionaire extraordinaire would care about such things.

Finally, we pull into the gravel driveway of Sam’s home, and her mom’s car is missing. The two-story house has white siding with a metal white shop off to the side. Both her parents are retired now, but her dad still fixes tractors and farm equipment for fun.

Sam comes bounding out of the house as we get out of the car. After grabbing me in a bear hug that nearly knocks me back into the car, she starts giggling and jumping.

“Oh my gosh, Allison! You’re engaged. You’re really engaged.”

Now, we are both bouncing up and down, like we did back in middle school when we got tickets to our favorite boy-band concert.

“I know. I know.”

When we stop moving around like little jumping beans, Damien is right behind me with his hand on my back. Since we have been engaged, I can sense Damien is even more possessive than he was prior to the engagement. I absolutely love it. It sounds crazy, but knowing how much he is madly in love with me sends shivers all through me.

Sam’s long black hair shines in the sunlight as her emerald eyes sparkle with excitement. She starts rapidly firing questions at me. “So, are you going for a long or short engagement? When’s the wedding? Where are you getting married? What are your colors? I need details, details, details!”

Wow, there’s so much to decide. I have no idea since we haven’t discussed anything yet. All these decisions are going to be stressful.

“Um…”

Damien decides to take over the Sam inquisition. “Our engagement will be as short as possible. We still have to work through all the specifics. But one thing is for sure—I cannot wait to make this woman my wife.” He gives me a gentle, loving squeeze.

“Oh, Wales, look at you. I knew a deep romantic was in there somewhere.”

Sam and Damien give each other a sibling-type smile.

Sam gets excited all over again as she turns her attention back to me. “I just can’t believe you’re engaged. I’m so excited for you.”

“Thanks. It still seems like a dream.” I remember that Chandra’s car is missing. “I was hoping we’d be able to tell your parents, but it doesn’t look like they are here.”

I give her a wink to remind her of our little plot against my poor, unsuspecting fiancé. He thinks we’re staying here tonight, but he doesn’t realize how traditional Sam’s parents are regarding cohabitation in their house.

Sweetly, Sam starts the ploy. “Well, when I texted you this morning, Mom wanted to make sure Damien had asked you last night, so she could finish planning the celebration lunch. After I told her that you’d said yes, she decided lunch wasn’t good enough, and she turned it into a celebration dinner, if that’s okay. She knew all along that you’d say yes, but she got really excited when it was confirmed. Are you guys staying the night?”

Damien is the one who responds first, which is perfect for this little operation. “Sure, if that’s what Alli wants to do. I wanted to take Alli somewhere today, so I might go ahead and do it now—unless, of course, you need our help.”

Sam gives us a no-nonsense hand gesture. “No way. We are celebrating you guys. I’ll get the guest bedroom ready for you, Damien. Allison will have to sleep with me. My parents are very traditional, and since you aren’t officially married, they won’t allow you to share a room.”

Damien chokes behind me as he tightens his grip on me. I cannot believe how she is able to keep her face straight. Everything she said is true, but she knows we aren’t staying here—at least until we are married. I feel like I am about to double over with laughter at any second.