“You could have fooled me.” She ran her hands up her body, pulling her shirt up, exposing the bottom swell of her breasts. “I knew after that night; I wouldn’t want anyone but you. It’s been a long seven years.”
My world rocked at her words and my mouth dropped. “What the hell do you mean that it’s been a long seven years?” She couldn’t mean what I thought she meant.
“It means I haven’t been with anyone since you.” She pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. “You ruined me, Dustin. All these years, after everything that happened to us, and you still had me.”
“Baby, I… I don’t know…” Son of a bitch. All these years, and I had still been the only one to touch Paige. Guilt washed over me, knowing that the same couldn’t be said about me. I was no saint the years Paige and I had been apart. I had still loved her, but I knew that I had fucked things up too much to ever get her back.
She closed the gap between us and pressed her finger to my lips. “Stop. I don’t expect the same from you, Demon. My prolonged abstinence wasn’t intentional, I just never found the right person.”
I still felt like an ass. “Paige, I don’t deserve you.”
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her warm tits into my chest. “You do. Just like I deserve you.”
“But I didn’t… well, I wasn’t…” Fucking hell. Telling Paige that I had been with numerous women since her was not how I had seen this night going.
“Stop, please. Whatever it is you’re thinking or feel you have to tell me, you don’t. Everything is in the past, Dustin.”
I wrapped my arms around her, spun her around and pushed her against the wall. “You. You’re the only one who had meant anything. It was always you, Paige. I just thought I had hurt you too much to ever get you back.” I slammed my lips down on her mouth, and she delved her fingers into my hair.
She moaned and whimpered as our tongues danced, and I tried to make up for every kiss I had missed these past years. My hands roamed over her naked body, feeling like I was finally home. “Dustin, you have too many clothes on,” she moaned. Her hands urgently tugged and pulled on my pants, working them down my legs.
I reached in the back pocket of my jeans and pulled out a condom before she completely ripped them off. “I’m on birth control,” she mumbled against my lips as she grabbed the condom out of my hand and tossed it over my shoulder.
“What the hell are you on birth control for?”
“Girl stuff,” she mumbled, her cheeks blushing pink.
“Well, thank God for girl stuff,” I laughed. “Wrap your legs around me, and hold on.” I grabbed her ass and hoisted her up in my arms as she wrapped her body around me. “You were made for me.”
“Hmm,” she hummed into my ear. “I’m not going to argue with that.” I turned around and headed down the hallway to the bathroom, kicking the door open and fell onto the bed with Paige on top of me. “I see you still don’t wear underwear,” Paige purred as she rubbed her soft body against me.
“When you’re around, no, I don’t.”
“I think we should just forget clothes altogether.”
“For the next twenty-four hours, that’s my plan.”
Paige leaned back on her heels, her body on display above me and all I could do was stare. She cupped her breasts in her hands, squeezing her tight, budded nipples with her fingertips. “You have no idea how many times I’ve touched myself and wished it was you.”
Jesus Christ. Jesus fucking Christ. Her words were like music to my ears, knowing that she had wanted me all these years. “Show me. Show me what you’ve been wanting.”
She bit her bottom lip and hesitantly moved her hands down her body. “I’d much rather you touch me.”
“We have plenty of time for that, baby. I want to see how my girl makes herself feel good.” I grabbed a pillow and shoved it under my head. This was one show I did not want to miss one minute of.
Her fingers parted the wet lips of her pussy and the tight bud of her clit called out to be touched and teased. “Dustin, please.” She was looking down at me, hesitant of what to do next.
“Trust me. No matter what you do next, trust me.”
She licked her lips, doubt still in her eyes, but something changed. I could feel her confidence grow, knowing that I loved her no matter what she did. She raised up on her knees her eyes never leaving mine and her finger slid up and down on her clit, a surprised moan escaping from her lips.
My dick grew harder and harder with each moan and quick intake of air that escaped her mouth. Her finger moved quickly, flicking her clit and I could see her orgasm approaching quickly. “Slow, baby.”
She shook her head and closed her eyes as she leaned forward pressing a hand to my chest to hold her up. Her hand was buried in her sweet pussy, and her body trembled above me. My hands gripped the sheets, needing to touch her, but the need to watch her tip over the edge by herself was greater.
“Dustin,” she gasped, her nails digging into my chest.
“Yes, reach it, baby.”
Her eyes snapped open, and strangled cry ripped from her lips as she fell over the edge and let her orgasm wash over her. She collapsed on top of me, her breathing shallow and her eyes closed. “That was quick,” she panted.
“It was fucking perfect. Each time I watch you cum is better than the last.”
She wrapped her arms around me and rested her head on my chest. “Twenty-four hours of this, and I’m going to need a nap for twenty-four hours.”
“Why do you think we’re at the cabin far away from everyone? My ultimate goal is to keep you naked and wet the next four days.” My hands traveled down her body, cupping her ass and giving it a squeeze. “I think we’re making a pretty good start of it.”
She tipped her head back, a lazy smile on her lips. “We start the napping now?”
“Not even close, baby.” I rolled her over, tucking her under my body, and caged her in with my arms. My dick throbbed in between us, and all I wanted to do was bury myself in her and never come up for air.
She ran her fingers up and down my back and leaned up to brush her lips against mine. “I suppose I’m OK with waiting for my nap, as long as you can keep me awake.” She batted her eyes at me and a sly smile spread across her lips.
“I’ll try my hardest.”
Her hand trailed around my body, and she wrapped her fingers around my hard cock. “I think you’re doing good in the hard department.” She stroked my dick up and down, and I groaned low as I watched her lick her lips, wishing she was wrapping those lips around my cock. “I love touching you.”
“And I fucking love when you touch me.” Paige’s hands on me was heaven on earth. “Are you ready for me?” If Paige stroked me for one minute longer, I was going to cum all over her hand.
“Always,” she whispered. She spread her legs, cocking them open and I slipped between them. Paige and I fit perfectly together, and I slowly sunk into her, her tight, warmness wrapping around me.
“This, this is what I’ve been missing,” I whispered against her lips. I slowly pulled out of her warmth, relishing in the fact that her pussy was like a tight vise. “Home, you’re fucking home to me, Paige.”
She leaned up, slamming her lips on mine and stole my words out of my mouth, and all I could do was feel. I pounded into her, our lips and bodies connected as nails dug into my back. “Dustin, please,” she pleaded.
“You’re mine, Paige. All. Mine,” I growled against her lips.
“Yes,” she moaned. Her body melted into me with each thrust of my hips, and her breathing became shallow and short.
I was so close to cumming inside her sweet body, but I knew that Paige wasn’t there yet. I knew she would need more time since she had already come twice. My hand reached down, searching out her clit as my hips rocked into her.
“I need you to cum for me, baby. I want to feel your body shatter underneath me. She moaned low, and the walls of her pussy contracted around me and
with every thrust, I knew she was getting closer.
“Dustin, I need you. I just need…” Words that I had waited seven long years for washed over me and I knew that Paige was mine. Nothing was going to tear us apart again.
“I’m here. I’m always going to be here.”
She grabbed onto me desperately, almost trying to climb into my skin. “I’m so close,” she panted, her eyes boring into me, showing me everything she was giving me.
My hips pounded into her, her tight pussy milking me as her orgasm washed over her body, and a tremor rocked my body as with one final thrust I filled her sweet pussy with my hot cum. “Mine. All fucking mine,” I growled. It had taken me seven long years to get back to this, and you could bet your fucking as I was never going to let it go again.
“I love you,” she whispered into my ear. Her arms were wrapped around my neck, and her face was buried in my neck.
I didn’t know what to say. After all of these years, I had finally heard those sweet words come out of her mouth again, and I was fucking speechless. “Baby,” I choked out. “You don’t have to say that.”
“Hmm, I know I don’t. But it wasn’t like I ever stopped loving you.”
I grabbed her chin and tilted her head back. “You’re fucking destroying me, Paige. I never thought I would ever see you again, and now you’re in my bed, and my life and I don’t know what the fuck to do.”
She rolled over on her stomach, looked up at me and wiggled her eyebrows. “I think I might have an idea of what you can do.”
I threw my head back laughing and said the only thing I could. “I fucking love you, Paige.” And then I fucked the hell out of her. Again.
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Chapter 22
Paige
“I need food.” I was sitting in between Demon’s legs in the giant bathtub with my head tilted back and staring up at the ceiling. “That cheese sandwich we had two hours ago isn’t cutting it anymore. I wish the deli by the bookstore was here.”
“Halverson’s?” Demon asked.
“You know Halverson’s?” I thought I was part of a secret club that knew of the holy grail deli.
“Baby, everyone knows Halvies.”
I turned around, water splashing over the edge of the tub and looked at Demon, shocked. “Halvies? They go by Halvies?” I thought I knew everything there was to know about my favorite deli.
“That’s what the locals call it. Sam is from New York. He moved here five years ago and opened the deli when he couldn’t find a good sandwich.”
“Well, I feel like I’m not part of the cool kids since I didn’t know that they are called Halvies.”
“Just by the locals.”
“How long do you think I need to live in Rockton before I’m a local and can call them Halvies?”
“I don’t know, but I can’t figure out why this is a big deal to you? I’m sure they don’t care what the hell you call them as long as you pay ‘em.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and huffed. “I suppose you’re right, although it felt like I had found a diamond in the rough that only I knew about.”
“Paige, you’re a nut sometimes, you know that?”
I shrugged my shoulders and turned back around, snuggling back into his lap and the warm water. “Eh, it’s part of my charm. Or, my geekiness. I try not to think about it.”
“So, back to me feeding you. What are you hungry for, baby?” Demon asked.
“I’m not picky. Is there anything open now, or are we going to have to make something?”
“It’s only seven thirty. I know we’re kind of in the middle of nowhere, but I’m pretty sure the pizza place is open until ten.”
“Pizza sounds good. Make sure you get cheese bread and I want all the veggies on my pizza.” I laid my head back on Demon’s chest and closed my eyes.
“You still into that veggie pizza shit I see.”
I shrugged my shoulders. We were going to have to order two pizzas because I knew that Demon was going to want every meat they had, and I was into veggies on my pizza. “Order two, and then we can have pizza for breakfast.”
“How about if we get veggie pizza with a shit ton of meat.”
“Then it’s really not a veggie pizza, Demon,” I laughed.
“Yeah, but it’ll be fucking delicious, though.”
“You do know this is the same fight we always used to have?”
“I know, and that’s why I love it.” Demon leaned down and pressed a kiss to the side of my head. “I’ll order the pizzas while you dry off. Sound like a deal?”
“Yeah,” I mumbled and stood up, water streaming down my body.
Demon grabbed my hand, and I bent over to kiss him on the lips. “You OK?” he asked.
“Yeah. I’m good. I’ll be even better when you feed me,” I whispered against his lips. I grabbed the towel off the rack and wrapped it around my body.
“Clothes are optional by the way, baby. I think you’re already wearing too much with this towel on.” Demon tugged on the end of the towel, but I managed to step out of the tub before he yanked it off.
“I think eating pizza naked might be dangerous,” I giggled as I slipped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. My towel fell to the floor, and I grabbed a pair of panties from my suitcase.
“I hear clothes,” Demon called from the bathroom.
“How can you hear clothes?” I laughed and grabbed Demon’s shirt he had been wearing earlier and pulled it over my head. “Did you hear that?”
“Yeah, it sounded like your sexy body has clothes on it.” Demon walked out of the bathroom buck naked and wrapped me up in his arms. “I was right.” He grabbed the hem of my shirt, pulled it up and grabbed my ass. “We still have twenty hours of no clothes.”
“Half an hour break? Plus,” I whispered, “you still have easy access.” My hands trailed down his back, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Although I have open access to you like this.”
Demon pressed a kiss to the side of my neck and pulled away. “Nope, you get clothes, so do I. At least boxers.” Demon bent over and looked under the bed. “As soon as I figure out where they are.”
“I think they’re by the front door. You want me to run and get them?”
“Yeah, I don’t think you want me wearing yours.” Demon grabbed a pair of my panties off the floor and held them up. “Plus, I don’t really think yellow is my color.”
“I’d have to agree with you on that one.” I jogged down the hallway and grabbed his boxers and tossed them down the hallway. “Put those on and order my pizza,” I called.
I headed into the kitchen as I heard Demon mumbling about hangry women and veggies.
“Do you want coffee or beer?”
“Baby, we’re eating pizza. Beer all the way.” Demon grabbed his phone out of his pocket and headed back into the bedroom. “You wouldn’t go wrong with whiskey either,” he said over his shoulder.
“Whiskey with a beer chaser it is,” I mumbled as I opened the liquor cabinet and grabbed the bottle of whiskey. I grabbed two beers from the fridge, popping the top on mine and took a small sip.
I looked around, seeing our discarded clothes on the floor and couldn’t help but smile. I had finally stopped thinking and just felt. I knew I had loved Demon all these years, but I was never able to move past what had happened. Now, being back with Demon, and knowing that I loved him more than anything that had happened in the past, this was where I was always meant to be.
“Pizza ordered.” Demon walked into the kitchen and grabbed the beer I had set out for him. “Your phone was buzzing when I went by.”
It was probably Gwen calling again. I wasn’t sure what I was going to say to her when I talked to her finally. I know she was chomping at the bit wanting to know what was going on with Demon and me, but I wasn’t sure I was ready to share. Things were complicated with Demon and me, and we had just figured everything out. I didn’t really want to revisit the past anymore. “I’ll check it before I head to bed.�
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Demon shook his head, knowing that I really didn’t want to see who had called me and thankfully didn’t say anything about it.
“So, what happens when we get home?” I asked.
“What do you mean, baby?”
“I mean, what if we get back, and we mess this up? Right now we’re good, but we’re alone. I'm just scared.” More like terrified, but I wasn’t about to say that. “We messed this up royally last time.”
Demon set his beer down and crossed his arms over his chest. “Baby, not to be a dick, but we were fucking dumb and stupid back then. Neither of us knew how to talk to each other. We were both hurting, and we should have leaned on each other instead of self-imploding like we did.”
“You did the ultimate implode,” I laughed, poking him in the chest.
“I sure did, and I’ve paid for it the past seven years.”
I leaned into him, rested my head on his shoulder and sighed. “We both paid for it because we both messed up.” He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close.
“But we’re moving on, baby. I’ve loved you for so long, and there’s no way in hell that I’m going to fuck this up again.”
“I love-”
Demon’s phone cut me off as it started ringing. Five seconds later I heard my phone ringing from by the fireplace. Demon looked at the screen on his phone. “It’s King. Go check who’s calling you.”
I pulled out of his arms as Demon put the phone to his ear and rumbled a hello to King. I grabbed my phone and saw that it was Meg calling me.
“Incoming!” she yelled when I answered.
“Meg? What?”
“I felt like I was part of an army brigade for a second,” she giggled.
“OK…”
“Did you talk to Gwen?” she asked.
“No. Not since Sunday.”
“Well, you probably should have answered the phone the last time she called. Slider and Fayth are headed your way with Remy, and I close behind.”
“Wait, what? Why?” Why in the hell would Meg and her son be coming up here with Slider and Fayth? And who was Fayth?
“Lo has banished me. Well, he’s banished basically all women and children. Silly man. It’s really cute how he goes all hardass biker giving orders and thinking he can tell me what to do.” Meg laughed, and I was even more lost than before.
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