One Urge, One Plea, Keep Me Trilogy

by Scarlet Wolfe

“No, Margaret, I think that’s all I needed.” I follow her to the door. “Oh, and if you happen to be wondering, Ms. Wynn is here with me, but I’d rather you keep that between us.”

  She turns and grins at me. “You made my day, Mr. Lear. You deserve happiness, too.” I smile back at her before she goes out the door. I am pretty damn happy. Now, I need to get the world off my back, so I can enjoy Alayna without the worry of her running off again.

  My phone rings as I attempt to break eggs. Maybe I should’ve let Margaret fix breakfast. After wiping my hands, I pull out my phone and see it’s my sister, Debra.

  “Good morning, sis.”

  “Well, well, well. I never thought I’d see the day.” I roll my eyes. “So, please, tell me it’s true, and when do I get to meet her?”

  “Of all the shit stirred, you’re calling about that?”

  “Reed, you know I’ve always worried about your lack of a love life.”

  “Yes, it’s true.” I hold the phone away as my sister squeals like a pig.

  “I’m so happy for you.”

  “She doesn’t know about Reed yet,” I say solemnly.

  “Tell her. Don’t you dare mess this up.”

  “I apologize this is coming out again. I’m bitter over how Dad handled it, but I don’t want to see him in trouble or see this tarnish our family further,” I say.

  “Reed, you know I’ve always been on your side over this. I tried for years to get you to open up about it and get some counseling.”

  “You have had my back all these years. I’m sorry I shut you out so many times.”

  Debra is quiet for a few seconds.

  “Thank you.” I hear her sniffle.

  “Debra, please don’t get emotional. You know I can’t handle it.” She sniffles a few more times. This is why I don’t share with her. Geez, I’m trying to cook and talk about serious shit.

  “OK, I’m good now, and thanks for the vacation, by the way. We’re leaving in the morning, and I think Mom and Dad are leaving tonight.”

  “Good morning.”

  I spin around and see Alayna standing before me.

  “Debra, I have to go. Alayna’s here.”

  “Oh, let me speak to her,” she says excitedly.

  “No, you can meet her in person.”

  “Reed, put her on the phone,” she orders.

  “Fine, but don’t embarrass me or scare her off,” I spout, emphasizing the “scare her off” part. I’m praying she remembers what name to use.

  I stick the phone out to Alayna. I need to focus on our breakfast. “My sister would like to speak with you.”

  Alayna stares at me, appearing dumbfounded. I push the phone toward her. “She’ll harass me until you do, so please talk to her.”

  Alayna

  I’m in shock as I stare at Damon. For one, he’s cooking me breakfast. Two, he’s encouraging me to speak to his family over the phone. I hesitate before taking it from him. He’s giving me the look that says I don’t have a choice.

  “Hello,” I say as I lean against the counter.

  “Alayna, this is Debra. I had to hear that you were real.” She giggles into my ear.

  “It’s nice to meet you.”

  “Thank you for spending time with my baby brother. I’m so happy about it.”

  “Oh, well, you’re welcome. I enjoy being with him.” Damon rolls his eyes. Ooh, maybe I should have fun with this. “He’s such a sweetheart. He told me all about the painting you did for him. He was beaming as he shared the story. I wish you could’ve seen how proud he was of it.”

  Glancing over, Damon’s eyes are forewarning, and I think he’s considering spanking me with the spatula he’s holding. He’s barely shaking his head back and forth. I’m in serious trouble, and I welcome it as I fight a giggle.

  “You’re kidding? I knew he was still a softy. He was the sweetest boy. You’re bringing that out in him. Oh, I’m going to cry again.”

  “Yes, he’s so thoughtful and such a romantic. He’s cooking me breakfast right—” Ah oh. Damon reaches over and swipes his phone from me.

  “Sis, call me after you get settled in the Bahamas. I watch him shut off the stove before stalking over. He plants his big hands at each side of me on the countertop.

  “Alayna, it appears I need to ask which days of the week you wake up in a feisty mood.”

  I tilt my eyes up at him and bite my fingernail.

  “Why?”

  “Because I will make sure you awake tied to the bed on those mornings.”

  I shift from one foot to the other and scrunch my forehead. That was hot, and now, I’m horny. He grabs hold of my finger that’s in my mouth and sticks it between his teeth. He bites down but not too hard. “You need to eat,” he says.

  “You’re not mad. What days of the week do you wake up in this good of a mood, so I can make note of them?”

  “The days I wake up twisted like a pretzel with a sexy, naked redhead.”

  Unable to contain my happiness, I smile cheesily at him and wrap my arms around his neck.

  “Thank you for fixing me breakfast.”

  “You might not be thanking me once you try it. I guess we can work out your punishment later.”

  I frown, wanting him now, but why does it have to be a punishment? “I thought you were in a good mood.”

  He gives me a swift kiss on the lips.

  “I am. And I’ll be in an even better one after you’re punished for making me out to be some mushy romantic. Let’s eat.”

  This home has an eat-in kitchen like the penthouse, so I sit and load my plate. “It’s good you don’t cook every day,” I say after taking a few bites. Damon looks at me with a wounded expression. “I’d be fat. It’s delicious.”

  He smiles proudly as he shoves a piece of toast into his mouth. That boyish grin of his is adorable. “I see why you don’t mind Margaret.”

  “Why is that?” he asks after chewing up his bite of food.

  “Your sister is even bubblier. She sounds like a real sweetheart.”

  “She is. We were close when we were young. I followed her around everywhere. Our parents were busy people, so she was like another mom.”

  “Did what happen with Tiffany change that?”

  He pauses, toast in hand. “We’ve always stayed in touch, but that changed our relationship. She wanted me to deal with it differently. Debra is not one to shove things under the rug.”

  “Maybe after this blows over, you can be close again.”

  “Maybe. I should spend more time with Mia and Rylan, too.”

  “Who is that?”

  “My niece and nephew. Mia is five, and Rylan is eight. Debra likes to tell everyone how Rylan looks like I did when I was young.”

  I set my coffee on the table. “You’re only now sharing that you’re an uncle?” I’m frustrated.

  “Is it that big of a deal?”

  “I think it is. They’re close members of your family that I didn’t know you had.”

  “She has a husband, Jeff, too. He’s always up my dad’s ass. It’s nauseating to watch.” Damon takes another bite of toast and stares off.

  “You talk about your mother sometimes and said she’s kind, but you never mention your dad. Are you not close to him?”

  “No, I’m not.” Damon is up from the table. I guess I wasn’t supposed to ask about his dad. “I don’t expect you to clean up the mess I made. I need to get some work done today, so I’ll be in the study.”

  “Thank you for remembering my laptop. I desperately need to work on my novel,” I say.

  Damon doesn’t speak again. He’s out of the room in seconds, and now, I feel a little wounded. We were having a great morning. I love when he jokes and flirts ... when he’s happy, but just like that, it’s over.

  Chapter Seven

  Alayna

  I showered and have been in one of the guestrooms for four hours. There’s a desk in here, and I’ve managed to get some editing completed on my book. I’m still distr
acted by the way my morning with Damon ended. I’m also preoccupied by what he told me last night.

  Would the media portray him badly over something that happened so long ago? If my parents or Curtis see it on the news, they’ll definitely be calling me. I should probably check my phone. Damon was on his, so I don’t see what the big deal is.

  I go downstairs to find it, but it’s not on the coffee table. Hmm ... did I take it in his room? I make my way there and don’t see it on the nightstand.

  “What are you doing?”

  I turn and see Damon standing in the doorway. He reaches up and grabs hold of the doorframe to stretch. His arm muscles flex, and the snug t-shirt he’s wearing has lifted. I seldom see him dressed this casually, and it is sexy. Seriously? I’m supposed to speak after witnessing this?

  “Um, I was looking for my phone.”

  He comes straight at me, his eyes etched with sexual energy. Fingers shove into my hair and begin circling my scalp as he dunks down and claims my lips. I’m at his mercy as I slide my hands around his waist and up the back of his t-shirt.

  Damon pushes me back onto the bed and falls on top of me. His large frame is welcomed as he explores my mouth and grumbles when I rake my nails down his back. I feel his erection pushing harder against my pelvis.

  “I can’t get enough of you,” he says in a frustrated tone before his mouth moves to my neck. He’s urgent, devouring it with licks, sucks and bites.

  “Why is that bad?”

  “You know why.”

  His need for control.

  “Please don’t push me away.”

  “Baby, you’re not going anywhere. I’ll deal with it,” he says muffled against my neck.

  “Remember what I’ve said ... do to me whatever you need.”

  He’s off of me and pulling my black sweater over my head. “Fuck, you’re wearing the red bra I gave you.”

  “Yep.”

  His lips purse as if he’s having some internal argument.

  “It’s staying on for now.” After hurriedly unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans, he’s yanking them off, taking panties and socks with them.

  In record time, he strips and I watch, reveling over his naturally bronzed, chiseled physique. His defined muscles move along with him, and I’m lost in his beauty, still mesmerized by the fact that he desires me over all other women.

  Damon

  “The marks I leave on your skin are the evidence of both my relentless desire for you and the moments when my mouth and hands bind us.”

  I climb onto the bed next to Alayna. She’s flat on her back as I slide two fingers right into her.

  “Damn, Alayna, you’re ready. Climb over here.” She gets up to straddle me, but I tell her to turn around. I bring her back flush to my chest, wrapping a leg around each side of my hips.

  Taking hold of her waist, I pull her downward onto my throbbing cock, and fuck, it’s the best feeling ever. Tightly sheathed around me, I have to be still a few seconds or I’ll come. She feels that damn good.

  Reaching out, I move her long red hair over one of her shoulders. It’s my mess of curls now, and I love it. I glide my mouth along her bare back as she begins to ride me, lifting and sinking, again and again.

  My dick is grinding along the front of her pussy, and I don’t want the pleasure to end, so I’m continually fighting an orgasm. Reaching over her head, she slides her fingers into my hair, and every time she crashes onto me, she pulls it.

  I don’t understand why, but it drives me insane in both a good and bad way. Leaning over, I sink my teeth into her shoulder. Alayna moans but doesn’t flinch. She wants this.

  Dammit, this woman is everything I want and need, and I’m lost in her. I can’t fight it, and I don’t want to. Her whimpers and moans only fuel me further, so I continue to bite along her shoulders and back.

  The compulsion returns, sending me into a mania. All the sensations from my cock grating along her slick flesh, her hands jerking my hair and my teeth tugging her skin.

  I reach my hands around to her front and shove her bra up over her breasts. She can barely move as I squeeze her tits hard in my hands and sink my teeth into her back.

  “Damon, I want to come. Let me move.”

  “No. If you do, I’ll come, and I’m not ready for this to end.”

  Alayna groans and lets my hair go before her hands are over mine, helping me play with her nipples. She begins rolling her hips forward and back, trying to push us both over the edge. I growl, but I don’t want to let her tits go to stop her.

  It’s erotic, and the way she’s rocking feels different and absolutely incredible. I think all the blood has left my brain. Knowing I’m close, I move a hand to her hip, and with my other palm to the back of her head, I grip a hunk of her hair into my fist.

  Lifting my hips, I drive into her, and she knows exactly what to do as she gives resistance, pushing down against me. It’s my undoing and I erupt. Strengthening the hold on her lush curls, I close my eyes from the dizziness and pleasure, my dick pulsating inside her.

  “Fuck, Alayna!” I draw out with a roar. She’s moaning and rocking and it’s explosive, possibly the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

  We finally still and catch our breaths. I unhook her bra and she slips out of it. I pull out and move her legs around in front of her before I fall onto the bed, taking her with me. The back of her sweat covered body is to my chest, and her sultry hair, a touch damp, is splayed across me.

  “Every sexual moment is amazing with you, Damon, but I think that’s the best sex we’ve ever had.” Her voice is raspy as she tries to speak. My nose is buried in her hair, breathing in the intoxicating scent of flowers.

  “I was thinking the same thing. But don’t think I didn’t know what you were doing. You keep giving confirmation that you can’t behave with your hands free.”

  It’s quiet for a few seconds, our chests rising and falling in unison until Alayna battles a giggle. She’s bouncing above me, trying not to laugh.

  “You made me come when I told you no, young lady. Your list of transgressions is growing, which means so are your punishments.”

  She shudders above me, and I feel the bumps along her arms as I glide my hands down them. “Are you cold?”

  “No. That word does something to me.”

  “What word?”

  Alayna rolls off and props herself up on her elbow. Her hand goes across my chest, but it’s not enough contact.

  “Punishment.”

  “Interesting. Why?”

  “I guess because I’ve tried to behave all my life. Aside from not marrying Michael before I shacked up with him, I’ve always done exactly what was expected of me, never gutsy, never crossing the line or rocking the boat. I’m extremely different now.”

  I move strands of hair away from her face. “Damon, it’s freeing to be with you. I’ve never felt this kind of bond with anyone before.” Alayna moves onto her back and stares up at the ceiling.

  “You say I challenge you, but you challenge me every day, and because of that, I’m beginning to believe I could do anything I aspire to.”

  She’s amazing, but this conversation is getting too personal. Rolling onto her, I hold myself up on my elbows and cup her face. Shit. Her eyes are washed in tears. “You mean you believe you could do anything I want you to,” I say, grinning.

  She blinks her tears away and smiles back at me.

  “That, too.” Slowly, I explore her mouth and rub her hair, all while breathing in her luring scent. I find solace when I’m with Alayna.

  Alayna

  After the best sex of my life, I express some of my innermost feelings to Damon. He can’t tell me how he feels, but he expresses it through touch, making love to me in the slowest, sweetest manner.

  I notice how badly my back is hurting after, so I roll onto my stomach to give it some relief. Damon’s off the bed and returns moments later. He straddles my legs and begins gently rubbing something onto my skin.

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sp; “I’m putting some antibacterial ointment on your back. You should lie here and rest for a while. I need to ease up, but I don’t know how. I get into this frenzied state with you. I’ve never desired anything or anyone the way I desire you, Alayna.”

  His hand freezes on my back. I think he’s realizing how much he shared. He’s off of me and in the bathroom quickly. I hear him washing his hands. After coming back out, he dresses. “I’ll find us some lunch.”

  “You fixed breakfast, so I’ll do it,” I say.

  “No, I want you to rest.” He leans over the bed and kisses my head.

  “Alright, I am sleepy. I’ll cook dinner,” I say before I close my eyes. Fucking, love-making, two more orgasms and biting ... I’m tired.

  Chapter Eight

  Alayna

  While stretching, I open my eyes and glance at the clock. I see that Damon has let me sleep an hour. Mmm ... I smell bread, and it’s making me hungry. In need of another shower, I take a quick one and put back on my black sweater and jeans.

  I’m fixing my hair when it hits me that I still have no clue where my phone is. I stroll downstairs and find him standing in front of the stove.

  “I smell carbs,” I say, laughing.

  “I’m warming a loaf of bread in the oven. I also heated up some soup Margaret made.” He walks over and wraps his arms around my waist before he kisses my forehead.

  “Do you feel better?”

  “Yes, and you didn’t have to wait to fix lunch. You let me sleep too long.”

  “You needed it.”

  Gazing up at him, I see a weary look.

  “Are you OK?”

  He nods, releases me, and goes back to the stove. I set the table and roam to the living room to look out the windows. I’m staring at the bay when I notice a man standing in the distance. It appears he’s looking straight at me. Is he holding a camera? I swiftly move away from the window.

  “Damon, I think there is a man spying on your home. He might have even snapped a photo of me,” I call out.

  Damon is charging toward me in seconds. I grab his arm, stopping him right before he’s in front of the window. “You need to peek out in case they are trying to get pictures of you.”