Unexpected Love (Unexpected Series) (6 page)

      I signed up for every weekend for a month. Damon came for the first few weeks and then he didn’t want to do it anymore. I think that’s where we started to drift apart. I was driving myself to school and he wasn’t going to community service with me. We hardly have seen each other. I started to see some differences in him. He was being more distant and the bad boy things were getting worse.

      He started coming to school smelling of alcohol and that was a big turn off for me. The only time I would see him was before school, during lunch, and after school for a little bit. He was so distant. I tried to do as Elena had instructed and let it go for a while, but after a few months, I had to say something. Therefore, I asked him to meet me after school at my house. My mom and dad wouldn’t be home for a few hours, they were going out to dinner to celebrate their anniversary. 

      I don’t talk to him after school; I just get in my car and head home. He gets to my house just a few minutes after me. We go inside and I sit him down and start to tell him how I feel.

      “We don’t see each other much anymore and I am going away to college soon in a couple of months. You are in a bad spot with things that are going on with your family. I know you are depressed and I can’t imagine how hard this is on you, but I think we should take a break from our relationship.”

      He sits there quiet at first and then with a sense of desperation he pleads, “Please don’t break up with me, I can do better I promise. I will stop drinking and I will spend more time with you. I will even go back to community service for you. Just please don’t break up with me. You are the only thing holding me together right now.”

      How can I deny him this, “This is the last chance you have to straighten up and get your life together! I need someone who loves me and who is going to be there for me. Not some jackass that is out playing pool and drinking till God knows what time.”

      Apologizing, “I know babe. I am so sorry, please forgive me?”

  
   I take a deep breath and try to give a supportive smile, “I will, but mark my words, this is done, no more crap or I’m out.”

       Pulling me into him for a long passionate kiss he whispers, “I understand and I promise I will do better.”

      “I sure as hell hope so.”

      For the next few days, things are perfect between Damon and me. He has stopped drinking and he signed up to do community service with me. I am so pleased that he is doing well. I was concerned about him.

    
We get up early and head to the habitat-building site. We start to do some yard work. I am planting flowers and he is putting down sod. I cannot help but admire his hot body. He has taken off his shirt and his tanned chest is glistening in sweat. It’s April in Florida, beach weather again. I start to slack on my flower planting because I am too busy ogling him. He looks back at me and sees that I am watching him.

   
Walking over towards me, “Man it’s so hot out here.”

    
I can’t help but to think to myself that it’s not just the weather that is so hot! I wonder what Damon would look like all wet and in swim shorts. With that image in mind, “Hey do you want to go to the beach after this?”

     He gives me a sexy grin, “Absolutely, I finally get to see you in the bikini you have been keeping covered up all day.”

     With a big cheeky smile I reply, “You know it!” He chuckles and walks away. Whoa! I can’t wait to see him all wet and half naked.

     We finish with the yard work and the house looks amazing. I can’t believe that I helped build it. I have spent the last three months building this house and it is finally done. I stand in front of it in awe; with the yard done, it looks perfect. I hope to live in a house like that someday.

     Damon comes to my side, “It looks beautiful, you should be proud.”

     “I am.”

      Wiping his brow with the back of his hand he asked, “Are you ready to hit the beach?” 

    
I look down at myself and answer, “Yes, I am so ready to get all this dirt off me. I have been planting all day, I’m filthy and I stink.”

     He laughs, “Is that what that smell is?”

     Smacking his arm I say, “Nope that would be you.”

   
“Touché.”

     The air conditioning feels so good. I am relaxing in the seat next to Damon and listening to the soft music play.     

     “We’re almost there babe, about another five minutes.”

     I nod to let him know I heard him as I begin to sing along to “September,” by Daughtry. He grabs my hand and gives it a squeeze. I glance at him and give him a small smile. He pulls into the parking lot and I get out and start to strip off my shorts and tank top. I wore my tiny baby blue bikini because I knew we were scheduled to do yard work and I would be hot and sweaty all day. 

     Unfortunately, Damon being a guy, didn’t think ahead so he didn’t wear shorts. He was wearing jeans.

   
“Well I guess I will just have to swim in my boxers.”

   
My mouth falls open as I get a mental picture of him in his boxers. I get an unexpected tightening in my stomach, just thinking about seeing him half-naked. Maybe my mom was right to start me on the pill.

  
  Trying to get this image out of my head I run for the water, it’s so warm and refreshing. That is the good thing about living in Florida, the water is always warm in the spring. I’m wading in the water when I look back to the shore and I get a glimpse of him. ‘Damn, he looks better than I expected.’ He strides towards me and I can’t help but gawk at him. We have been dating for a little over 5 months and this is the first time I have seen him in his boxers. He has impeccable abs and as I look down, I can envision what is under those boxers. He runs into the water and falls in front of me. His head is level with my stomach. He is looking up at me as if he wants to kiss my navel. Just when I think he is about to he splashes salt water all in my face.

    
I start to splash him back and he dunks me under the water. I inhale salt water as I come up I’m coughing and having trouble breathing. I have tears in my eyes and I smack him on the arm sputtering, “That was not nice.”

     “I’m sorry,” and he pulls me in for a hug. While holding me tight he rubs the back of my head and back. I start to settle my breathing, I look up into his eyes, and he says, “I am really sorry. You know I would never do anything to hurt you.”

     He is staring so intensely into my eyes, that I can’t help but to believe him. On an impulse I push my lips to his, this kiss is different it has more passion and wanting in it. He pulls me up; I wrap my legs around his hips, I run my hands all over his body while pulling him against me as tight as I can. He carries me to the shore and lays me in the sand. I look up into his eyes and it looks like he is asking me a silent question. I am a little frightened because I’m not sure how to answer his question. I really want him right now, but I have always wanted to wait until I was married. Oh shit, what do I do?

     My mind is racing. I can’t think clearly with his lips all over me. This burning inside of me is saying to go for it, but the logical side of me is saying not yet. Trying to figure this out I contemplate, mom got me on the pill and I will be safe, but do we even have a condom? Oh God what do I do? Just as I think that, the sky opens up and it starts to poor down rain. We get up and rush to the car. I think to myself that was a close one. Thank God!

      I see them playing in the water together. I was a bit concerned when he dunked her, but she seems okay. I have to say that Damon has really been trying for her. Maybe he is not such a loser after all. I still do not like the idea of him being with her, but I can see how happy he makes her. He begins to kiss her and I have gotten pretty use to it by now. It is not until she is lying in the sand and his lips are all over her that I get upset. I fear for her in this moment. She has always wanted to wait until she is married and I would really hate for her to give him something so precious. I can’t take my eyes off her. When she looks up to the sky, I sense her distress; I know I have to do something to stop this.

      Damon drives me home and I head to the shower. When I go downstairs, mom and dad are home. Mom calls out, “I ordered pizza.”  Dad is in the living room watching the History Channel.

     I walk into the kitchen and ask, “Mom, can we chat?”

  
  “Sure honey, you know you can always talk to me about anything.”

      Smiling I reply, “I know, Damon and I went to the beach after community service and well things kind of got complicated.”

      She looks to me with knowing eyes, “Complicated as in you had sex?” 

      Shaking my head no, “No, not exactly. I think Damon wanted to, but I was really close to doing it and it scared me. I was happy when it started to rain. I wasn’t sure how I was going to handle the situation. Part of me wanted to, but the other part objected.”

      “Well honey, first of all it sounds like you need to have a talk with that boy and let him know where you stand on all this sex stuff and second of all I would be thanking the good Lord up stairs for the rain.”

      Thinking about this for a minute, I realize there wasn’t a cloud in sight before it started to rain. I wonder where the hell the rain came from. Letting that thought go for now I tell mom, “I will talk to him soon, thanks for listening.”

     “Anytime baby.”

     We eat our pizza in the living room and mom and I win the remote over from dad. We get to watch our favorite show ‘Vampire Diaries’. I swear the Damon in that show reminds me so much of my Damon. My Damon however doesn’t hold a candle to Ian Somerhadler. We saw this episode last Thursday, but dad doesn’t know that. I can’t stand to watch the History Channel. Like who needs to know how something is made or why this happened. So what if the Hatfields and the McCoys are fighting and killing each other. It is all too boring for me. I like drama, and especially teen drama.

     My mom being in her forties even likes it. We sit every night at 8 pm in front of the TV and watch our teen dramas. Dad usually just sits back and makes fun of them. He is such a comedian. I finish my pizza just as the show ends. I get up, kiss my parents goodnight, and head to bed. 

      Just like every other night, I dream of him again. We are back on our beach, it has this soft white sand and the water is sapphire blue. The sun is shining bright, he is sitting in the sand with bent knees, and his golden blond hair is moving in the breeze. I walk up to him and sit next to him in the sand. He smiles at me, but he seems somewhat down. In all these years that I have dreamed of him, I have never known him to be anything but happy. I gaze at him trying to read him, but he is such an enigma.

     “Is something wrong?”

     He gives me a half smile, “Everything is fine love; don’t worry its better now that you are here.”

     He holds out his loving arms so that I can slide between them. I’m lost in his heavenly scent. We lie back on the sand and he pulls me on top of him. I grin down at him and I move to bring my lips to his. He has such soft lips I begin to lick the outside of his lips causing him to open his mouth to me. I slide my tongue into play with his and as I pull away, I nibble on his bottom lip. I feel him begin to grin.

     This excitement builds inside of me and I feel his cock growing under me. I begin to rock against his hard erection. Feeling everything in me become alive, I open my eyes to see his eyes are fixated on me. His face is firm and his hands are gripping my sides tight. I feel my nipples contract and my slit becomes very wet. In a second, he rolls me onto my back and starts to devour me. He plants soft sensual kisses down my neck; raising my tee, he frees my breast and licks the tip of my taught nipple. Firmly he grasps the other one rolling it between his fingers. I feel my sex throb and I am lost in feeling his every touch. He begins to lick his way to my belly button and I thought, ‘Wasn’t I just in this position today with Damon?’

     I being to ponder that with Damon I was so uncertain, but with this complete stranger, I am willing to go all the way. That has to mean something right? I awake suddenly, freaking out about what just happened. What the hell is wrong with me? I lie awake for several hours lost in thought. I just can’t believe I would do that. I mean the sensual part of me says, it was a dream and he is a dream guy it’s not like real life. Then the non-sensual part of me says, but really do you want to have sex with Damon.

     I mean sure I am attracted to him, but do I love him? Then I contemplate love. What is love? How does love feel? Obviously if I have to ask myself these questions, I really don’t know. My alarm pulls me from my thoughts.

     I get ready for school in a hurry. I have to speak to Damon today. I am extremely concerned about what happened on the beach. I wait in the parking lot for Damon to arrive, I text him to see how long he will be. He texted back saying he is running late. I text back saying can we meet off campus for lunch. My phone vibrates back and it says yes. I close it and walk to my locker to get books and walk fast to history class. I don’t pay much attention today and thank God Mr. Braddock didn’t ask me any questions, because my head wasn’t anywhere near history today. I meet up with Elena before English.