Damon [The Texas Senator's Sons 1] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Hennessee Andrews

  “I bet you didn’t eat dinner. In fact, I’m sure you didn’t.” Damon smiled.

  “Come in.” Regan smiled. This was a pleasant surprise and relief. She was actually very hungry.

  She closed the door behind him. “We can sit in here in the living room if you’d like.”

  “Great!” Damon said and sat down while placing the pizza and beer on the coffee table. He patted the cushion beside him. “Have a seat, beautiful.”

  Regan smiled and sat down. This was really unexpected and thoughtful. Of course her body was on high alert, still thrumming from earlier, but she couldn’t help but be intrigued.

  “So here’s the thing…I—” Damon took off his hat and sat in down beside her. “I want you so damn bad…but I can’t help that I want to know more about you, and I knew that you hadn’t had dinner.”

  Regan put her finger to his lips. “You’re very sweet. Thank you.”

  * * * *

  The next morning Regan awoke and felt Damon’s arm wrapping her in an embrace. His body felt warm and wonderful next to hers. She smiled as she caressed the back of his strong hand. He had been such a gentleman, and although they hadn’t had sex, she couldn’t be any happier or glow any more than she was at this moment.

  After pizza and beer, Damon gave her a foot massage. It was heavenly after spending the night in heels. Now her feet felt magnificent and light as a feather. It had been hard for her to not pick up where they left off at the club. His blue eyes glimmered in the soft lamplight of her living room, his smile welcoming and warm. She continually reminded herself to allow him to lead. If he wanted to give her a massage and talk, she would take what she could get.

  But really, it was nice to just enjoy his company, and also difficult to understand what was going on between them. Regan felt her heart skip a beat, feeling his warm breath on her neck. She had longed for the feel of a man in her bed. Not just any man, but one exactly like Damon.

  Her sexual frustration was nearing a breaking point. She could feel his erection at her backside and instantly responded. Damon still slept, and she began to wonder what he was dreaming of. Was it her?

  Thoughts hit her in a rush such as the club, the VIP room, and how he made her feel. She felt sexy and sensual, wanted. The thrill of dancing and the men who shouted and whistled at her gave her a major confidence boost, something she had been missing. It was just awesome to hear the catcalls and whistles then witness the appreciative glances.

  The look on Damon’s face was priceless, though, when she was on the floor. He had a possessive look in his eyes as he watched her. That made it all worth it. She didn’t want to get her hopes up about him. This was a job, but a very fun and naughty job that she decided to just enjoy, whatever it had to offer.

  Regan eased out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom. She couldn’t lie there a moment longer with his body against hers. Already her heart was thrumming erratically, and her breathing quickening. Her pussy clenched tight, slickened with moisture, begging for his touch. One part of her wanted to roll over and demand his attention. The other part wanted to allow him to take control and do it in his own time. She turned on the shower and stepped in. The only thing that would be better would be Damon in here with her.

  When Regan heard the door open, her breath caught. The warmth of her excitement trickled down her leg. Through the privacy glass of the shower she could see his figure, lean and muscular. His shirt came off in seconds. Even through the blurry glass she could see a tan, wide chest. Tiny shocks tickled her inside and out. She stood still and watched with hungry eyes.

  Damon slid his boxers off in one motion and moved toward the shower. Regan stood like a statue watching him. She wanted him, and she hoped to get all of him.

  He opened the door and gave her a smoldering glare. Regan took in the man before her, noting each defined muscle across his wide chest. Her eyes traveled south, taking in his six-pack abs and glorious erection. Oh, my word. Further down, his legs were thick and muscular. It was obvious that he was no stranger to hard work and took very good care of himself. “You about done being a gentleman?” she teased.

  Damon’s eyes were wild and piercing as he stepped in and closed the door behind him. He offered no words when he pushed her against the wall of the shower and took her mouth with his own fiercely. Regan whimpered and opened for him, allowing his tongue full access.

  His kiss was hot and possessive as his tongue darted in, exploring then pulling back and thrusting in again. Those lips were soft yet strong, loving yet rough.

  Regan felt his cock lightly brush against her belly, and she moaned. So close, she was so close. His mouth broke free, and his eyes opened. He stared into her eyes with a look that promised complete satisfaction. He kissed her softly then began to travel down slowly. Regan moved her hand to grab his cock, and instantly he grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head.

  “I can’t handle you touching me. Let me please you.”

  His eyes flamed brilliantly, and Regan nervously nodded. His mouth continued to kiss her neck, his lips sensuous with each touch. Regan’s arms were still being held above her head. She closed her eyes and allowed the feeling to wash over her. Breaths became quick and short, and her breasts jutted forward to find his warm mouth.

  Damon teased her nipple with his tongue, outlining it, flicking it. Regan pulled his mouth hard against her chest, arching her back as the water streamed down their bodies.

  “Please,” Regan wailed. There was too much stimulation. It was excruciating to have her heart pound in her chest, to feel his mouth devour her breast, and feel her pussy contract and tingle, wanting his touch.

  Damon looked into her eyes, giving her a wicked smile, and nipped her bottom lip. “Please what?”

  “Take me, please!” her raspy voice cried out.

  He allowed her arms to fall and grabbed her face with both hands, kissing her rough. His hand trailed down her chest to her waist. When he reached her hip he pulled her hard against him. “Feel what you do to me,” he hissed out between clenched teeth.

  Regan felt her release hovering close. It would only take the simple flick of his thumb to make her blow like Mount Vesuvius.

  Both of his hands caressed her body while his mouth left a trail of kisses down her stomach to her abdomen. On his knees, Damon pulled her leg over his shoulder, wasting no time, and began to devour the spot that craved his attention the most.

  A tidal wave smacked Regan full force when Damon’s tongue slid between her folds. The tile was hard and cold against her back and his mouth hot between her legs. It was overload. She screamed out his name with her hands tightly wound in his hair, pulling him closer and harder. His talented tongue darted in and out of her while his thumb rubbed her clit.

  “Damon, yesss!” Regan groaned and tried to catch her breath. Stars flashed through her vision, blinding her. She blinked her eyes trying to keep from passing out, the adrenaline rush too strong.

  Damon lapped at her clit, teasing her. He groaned and stroked his cock with his free hand. Regan watched, sure she’d never witness anything so hot. Water trickled down his determined face. Gorgeous. With a light kiss to her folds, his mouth made its way up her stomach to her breasts where he lightly flicked his tongue over each. Regan hummed while flicking her tongue out to trace her lips just before his mouth met hers, locking into a sensual and loving kiss.

  Damon leaned back and grinned. “Do you taste yourself on me?” “Yesss,” Regan rasped out.

  “Sweet, aren’t you?”

  “Yesss.” Regan rolled her head to the side from her high, allowing his lips to kiss her neck gently.

  Damon rolled on a condom effortlessly while he nuzzled her throat. God, she had to have him now.

  “I think you’re ready for me, beautiful,” he whispered and wrapped her leg around his hip.

  Regan’s eyes flashed open when he nudged at her entrance. Her hands gripped his biceps, waiting. When he eased in, she bit her bottom lip to keep from coming ap
art. His cock was large and thick, and so damn fantastic feeling. Her pussy stretched to accommodate him, and she heard his growl and felt his hands grip her hips tighter. Ecstasy fluttered inside her, spreading out, pleasuring each and every nerve ending she possessed. It was like eating the most sinful and dreamy dessert the world had to offer. He continued to ease in at a rate that was driving her delirious with want. She could feel each ridge of his cock, inch after glorious inch.

  With one last thrust up, Damon was seated fully inside her. His mouth grasped hers furiously, his tongue lashing inside hers. She felt his hunger and desire pour into her. “Sweet heaven,” she whispered between kisses.

  “Are you ready for more?” His breathing was erratic as his lips caressed and nipped her lip.

  “Yes, oh heavens yess!” Reagan squealed and felt his grip slide to her ass and squeeze tightly.

  Damon thrust long and hard into her, easing out to repeat the motion, over and over again. Her nails dug into his chest the harder he stroked. “Don’t stop, pleeease!” Regan felt her body thrum and tingle. She was on fire, electrified. When Damon’s mouth captured her nipple and sucked it into his mouth hard while his hips pounded into her, she screamed out his name in release. “Damon, yesss!”

  “Regan, oh hell!” Damon growled and shot his release in long, hard strokes. His hips ground against her thighs while his body convulsed and quivered in her arms.

  He eased her leg back to the floor. His hands quickly tangled in her wet hair as he claimed her mouth sweetly. He broke away and pulled her tight against him while panting. “That was the most…I can’t describe it.”

  Regan’s arms wrapped around his neck tightly, loving the afterglow, the achy muscles, and the shortness of breath. “I know, awesome can’t even describe it!”

  Damon pulled her underneath the hot shower spray, kissing her sweetly.

  After taking turns washing one another, Damon stepped out for a towel and wrapped Regan up in it. “I’m sorry I couldn’t continue to be a gentleman. You’re too damn hot for me to keep my hands off of.”

  Regan giggled as he hugged her, his strong arms enveloping her in serenity. “I’m so glad you couldn’t. That was fantastic,” she said as her head rested against his chest where she could hear his steady and strong heartbeat.

  “Are you hungry?” Damon tightened his arms around her.

  “Umm, yes.” Her fingers trailed down his stomach to his abdomen.

  “You little minx!” he teased and lifted her up into his arms and carried her to bed.

  Chapter Ten

  Damon lay on his side with his head propped up so that he could look down at his sleeping beautiful woman. She looked so peaceful. Her angelic face warmed him in a part of his heart he thought was cold and void of feelings. This had started out as lust and was beginning to turn into more.

  Part of him wanted to tell her the real reason behind his worry but the other part argued that it didn’t matter. She was seeing him as just an average man and not as the senator’s son. It was nice to not be held to certain expectations that other women would have insisted on.

  He thought back to the women he had dated, and he couldn’t name a single one that just loved him. They had all wanted to be with him for money, opportunity, or notoriety. One woman duped him pretty good, the one he thought he loved. Yeah, she had done quite a number on his heart, and that was why he hadn’t allowed another close to him in nearly a year.

  But now, here, he snuggled with a woman who had no clue he was anything other than common, and she was absolutely silly about him. He knew she was. He could see it in her sparkling eyes as they pierced through to his soul. The way she smiled at him had his heart swelling with pride. Her kisses were deep and meaningful, and they held passion and fire behind them. He honestly couldn’t remember a time a woman treated him like she had in a short few days.

  Regan’s eyes fluttered open, feeling Damon’s fingers glide lightly down her arm. “Hi, cowboy,” she said and smiled.

  Damon kissed her softly and smiled. “I bet you’re hungry now.”

  Regan nodded and rolled over, wrapping her arms around his neck. She hugged him tightly. “You have the most wicked way of pleasing me and making me forget about food.”

  Damon laughed as he kissed her forehead, inhaling the scent of her sweet shampoo. “We could have had breakfast. Should we have done that instead?”

  Regan leaned back and looked into his eyes. “Absolutely not!” she said then began to laugh.

  “I’m with you. What happened here was so much better than food could think of being.” He fell back against the pillows with a smile that stretched across his face. He looked up and noticed Regan looking down at him. Her finger traced his strong jaw up to his hairline. She smiled and ran her hands through his thick brown hair then kissed his lips softly.

  “Let’s get dressed, cowboy, and I’ll buy you a steak with my stripper money.”

  Damon could feel her smile against his lips. She was an absolute angel. Never had a woman cared enough or even offered to take care of him. Not that he needed it, but the thought was what counted. He cupped her cheeks in his strong hands and looked deep into her eyes. “Deal.”

  * * * *

  At six, Regan strolled into the club for her shift. Bree had stopped by after Damon left to help her with makeup and securing her wig so it wouldn’t fall off. With her posture erect and confidence rolling off her, she winked at the bouncer as she walked by, feeling the immediate burn of his gaze. She gave an extra sway to her ass, enjoying how nice it was to be desired. She only had eyes for one, though, the tall and handsome Damon that could make her body sing.

  She wouldn’t dance until eight and needed to let Damon know. She wanted him here but didn’t. Did that make sense? If he was here, she would want to be with him, and that was not the plan. She needed to keep up her role as a stripper, dancer, or whatever they liked to be called. She also needed to find out more about Shay, and like she thought the day Damon waltzed into her shop, he was a gorgeous distraction.

  “Hey girl.” Ebony smiled when Regan walked in.

  “Hi, Ebony!” Regan smiled brightly back. She really liked this woman. “What time do you go on?”

  “Right before you tonight. Oh, there’s a large business convention in town tonight so I’m sure we’ll see them here. The money ought to be good so shake your ass and hustle the crowd well. You’ll be smiling when you walk out of here tonight!”

  Regan smiled and thanked her as she opened her locker. Inside, her outfit and cosmetics had been destroyed. Tears stung the inside of her eyes, but she vowed to not allow a tear to fall.

  Ebony heard Regan gasp and turned to see the shreds of fabric and broken shoes in her locker. “That bitch!” she roared and pulled Regan into a hug.

  Regan pushed her back. The comfort would only pull her tears out. She took a shaky breath and tried to breathe and calm down. “Why would someone do this?” she asked, her face confused.

  “Honey, you’re good, and you’re beautiful. It’s competition at its ugliest…if you were only mediocre, they’d have left your things alone.” Ebony crossed her arms with her mouth in a hard frown. “Well…” Regan said, finally getting a handle on her emotions, “let the games begin!”

  “Oooh, that’s my girl!” Ebony squealed out.

  Regan grabbed her keys out of her purse and headed toward the front door. She had purchased more than one outfit, thank goodness. It really pissed her off that her favorite was shredded by who knew. She wanted to believe it was Shay, but really there were others that were just as nasty to her as Shay. Didn’t matter though, they were not going to run her off. She had a job to do, and she was not going to back down.

  * * * *

  Damon checked his watch for the hundredth time since leaving Regan’s this morning. They had gone to his favorite steakhouse, and he’d allowed her to pay. He wanted to know how it felt, and he also knew that Regan really wanted to do it for him. That woman was almost too good to be t
rue. She had a steak, loaded baked potato with butter, sour cream, and cheese and never once batted an eye or bothered to be shy about having a good healthy appetite and it showed. She was toned from head to toe, with perfect curves, a lush ass and perfect-sized breasts. That was nice to see for a change and not the typical, “Oh, I’ll have a salad and water so I can starve myself and stay anorexically thin.”

  Nope, not Regan, she was one in a million where he was concerned. He checked his watch again. “Dumbass, it’s only a minute later than when you checked it before,” he muttered and tried to go back to work fixing a fence that was broken.

  * * * *

  While Regan was dressing in her new outfit that thank goodness she’d had the forethought to buy, a number of questions began to form in her mind. Her first thought was about Shay boinking the owner but yet engaged to Drew. Why? Drew was a good-looking man and, from what she could tell, a good person as well. Why would she do that? There was something more going on, but she couldn’t put a finger on it. What was Shay’s big plan? Obviously she was involved with two men and both seemed to have money or at least enough to provide a nice living, so why would she compromise the situation? The owner apparently knew there was something between her and Drew. Hum. He was also in on whatever was going on here, but what?

  Then her questions weighed heavily on Damon. He was evidently not poor by any means. Did the family own some sort of lucrative business that Shay knew about? Was her plan to marry Drew then later divorce him for a generous alimony?

  Yeah, she thought. Shay needed to secure money to keep her lifestyle. She was hustling Drew, and the owner of the club was in on it.

  “Huh,” Regan whispered as she touched up her makeup with the remnants from her locker. She felt better knowing what was going on.

  “Hey, sugar!” Ebony said as she walked through. “Thank goodness you had that new outfit!”

  “Yeah, I don’t like to be unprepared. What do ya think?” Regan asked as she turned in a circle in her cop outfit. “Wait, I need my hat and shades then tell me.”