DamionI tapped my fingers against the steering wheel. Traffic was at a standstill. It was always at a standstill. It was fucking New York City. I had only been gone less than two months and I had forgotten what a bitch it was to drive in the city. I couldn’t hop in the car and hit the open road. I hopped in the car and waited, barely moving an inch at a time. It was beyond irritating.I glanced in the mirror. Oliver’s attention was on his tablet. He was still not talking to me. He wasn’t ignoring me, but he wasn’t exactly in the mood for conversation. It had been that way for weeks. It was getting old. It amazed me that a five-year-old had the fortitude to hold such a serious grudge. He was taking his anger very seriously.“Are you excited to see your new friends?” I asked.“They’re not my friends,” he answered without looking up from the tablet.“They will be your friends. Friendships happen over time. You hang out a little every day, and pretty soon, you’re friends.”“I had a frien
Damion“You’re a puppet. You don’t have an original thought in your head. You do whatever the boss man says. He’s got his hand up your ass, making all the decisions. Pussy.”I stared at him. In the back of my mind, I could hear my grandfather in my ear. I thought back to the last time I had seen him. I had been in a very similar situation. I had been in the process of being insulted by another disgruntled employee. I remembered the look of disgust and disappointment on his face. I had embarrassed him by not standing up for myself then.I wasn’t going to make that mistake again. “Get out,” I said, my voice low.“No.”“Get out, or I will throw you out.”“You can’t throw me out.”I jumped up from my seat and towered over the punk, still sitting. That wiped the smirk off his face. I had no problem using my considerable size to intimidate him. “Get up or I will do it for you.”He got to his feet, his chin raised as he glared at me. “You can’t touch me. I’ll have your ass thrown in jail fas
AlexI shouldn’t have been so hasty. I had quit the job before really thinking it through. I had been hotheaded and walked off without thinking about the consequences. I had sullied my reputation. I was hoping I could overcome a little black spot on what was a solid reputation. I wasn’t going to make excuses if a potential client asked me about the situation.I felt a little bad for my behavior, but I wasn’t about to grovel and ask for my job back. I didn’t want it. I didn’t want to work with kids. I worked best alone. Or with adults that had a clue. There were other jobs. I just had to muster up the energy to actually want one. I didn’t. I wasn’t ready to deal with people.But being in the house was driving me crazy. I was bored out of my skull. I had nothing to do. The house was clean. All the laundry that had been piled up for years was put away or thrown out. There was nothing that needed my attention. Nothing. I had spent the bulk of my life feeling like I didn’t have enough time
Alex“I’ll keep that in mind. So, what have you been doing back in Montana?”I sighed. “Not a lot.”“Did you reconnect with your man?”“Oh, Wayne,” I groaned.“That doesn’t sound good.”“It’s fine—”His laughter came through the phone. “Fine. That word. I won’t pry. I’m here if you need an ear to bend.”“Thank you. I do appreciate that. It really is okay. I think I’m going to go for a drive.”“All right. Take care of yourself.”“I will, Wayne. Thank you for calling.”We ended the call, and once again, I was plunged into silence. I closed my eyes. I probably should have taken him up on his offer. I could get up, go to Wyoming, and leave Montana behind. All of it. It was what I should have done long ago. I couldn’t come up with a good reason for sticking around. A fresh start in a new place where no one knew me was very appealing.I got up from the couch, walking around the tiny house, pacing like a caged animal. I wanted an excuse to check on the farm. I had heard through the grapevine
DamionIt felt good to be back. I was exhausted, but it didn’t matter. We had touched down last night, rented a truck, and were home. Home for good. I didn’t know what the future held in store for me, but being home was the first step in the right direction. Since we had left with only a few suitcases, the rest of our things were still in the house. I had returned the car, breaking my lease and not caring about the cost.The horses were back. We were back and I was ready to get started living, like truly living. I knew it wasn’t going to be a cakewalk. There would still be shit to deal with, but it would be in much smaller chunks. I didn’t have an exit strategy, which would force me to deal with that shit instead of getting up and leaving. I had burned my bridges in New York.There was no going back.“You good?” I asked Oliver, who was sitting in the rocking chair beside mine on the porch.He looked over at me, a huge grin on his face. “I’m good.”I laughed. “Do you feel happy?”He no
DamionI knocked again. I could hear movement beyond the door and knew she realized it was me. “Alex. Alex, can we talk?”I waited. Nothing. I shook my head. She was going to make it difficult. I leaned my forehead against the door. “Alex, please. Open up. I need to talk to you.”I heard a noise. It sounded like the door locking. She was making sure I didn’t bust in. It was a pretty clear signal that she was not going to invite me in and she was certainly not going to come outside so we could talk. If I wanted to say what I came to say, it was going to be through the door. Not exactly the scene I had envisioned, but I would take what I could get.I turned around, leaning my shoulders and head against the door, the warm sun beating down on me as I collected my thoughts. Everything was riding on what I said next. I wanted to take a few seconds to mull it over. I wouldn’t likely get another chance.“I’m sorry,” I started. “I shouldn’t have walked away. I was angry with myself. I realized
AlexI stared up at the man that had captured my heart. His dark hair fell over his forehead. His blue eyes stared down at me. The way he was looking at me sent my heart racing. He was so beautiful. I knew men didn’t want to be referred to as beautiful, but he was. He had a kind heart. It was a little bruised and battered, but I had a feeling I could help him heal. Just like he could help me heal.“Damion?” I breathed his name.“I’m just looking,” he said, a soft smile on his lips.“There’s a lot more to see,” I suggested.He chuckled. “I know there is. I want to peel it away, one slow inch at a time.”I groaned. “Can we do that next time?” I pouted, going up on my elbows.His eyes smoldered as he bent at the waist, his hand pressing into the bed on either side of me. His mouth hovered over mine. “Promise?” he whispered.I slowly nodded. “I promise. Next time.”“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” he growled, his mouth covering mine.My lips parted, making way for his tongue to swe
AlexHe lunged forward before flipping me to my back. His body pounded into mine. It was his turn to dominate. His turn to show me how much he had missed me. I gave over my need to be in control. I gave it all to him. I surrendered to him.The moment I did, the orgasm bloomed deep inside my womb. There was a slow wave of heat that rolled over me, starting at the tips of my toes. I could practically feel my heart and soul slowly opening to him. I let him in, in all ways.A low keening sound escaped my lips as the moment intensified.“Look at me,” he breathed.I opened my eyes and found his boring into mine. “I see you,” I whispered.“I see you. You’re mine, Alex. This is us. We are together.”I would have agreed to walk across hot coals barefoot in that moment. I would have agreed to do anything. His body consumed mine. I let my eyes slide closed once again, relishing in the orgasm that finally erupted after a long, slow burn.“There you go,” he coaxed. “All of it. I want it all.”I cr