Stoned (The Stone Series)

by Berry, Kitty

  He carries me into the elevator then places me down on my feet but brings me into his arms for a bear hug again inhaling my hair. He takes my hair clip out and his breath catches when my hair falls softly around my face.

  “You’re very pretty, you know that don’t you?” he asks.

  “No! Now my roommate, she’s pretty. Her friends, all these girls who are models, they’re pretty. I’m just…okay.”

  “I don’t know who made you feel this way about yourself but I promise you I’m going to make you see yourself as I do and when I get my hands on the motherfucker who ruined your self-esteem I’m going to beat the shit out of him and enjoy every second of it” he snarls with anger not at me but at someone and something he can’t even imagine.

  As we exit the elevator he takes me by the hand and leads me to my door. “May I?” he asks as he punches in the code to open my door. I nod giving him permission. When we step inside we find Pete and the other two men who painted my room earlier today cleaning up, preparing to leave. I don’t know why they are here so I look at Damian confused but he smirks at me letting me know he had his hand in this too.

  Damian and Pete clasp each other in a man hug and exchange words too quiet for me to hear. The men leave and Damian leads me into my bedroom. It is exactly as I imagined it; my sketch has come to life before my eyes. My walls are blue, the ceiling is a shade lighter, the spaces of wall where the built-ins are is painted dark blue and all the trim is white. There is beautiful dark wide plank bamboo flooring throughout the space with my area rug I purchased placed in front of the bed.

  The wardrobe with wood sliding doors is installed on the wall across from the windows, the two nightstands are placed one on each side of the bed with table lamps on both, an alarm clock and iPod docking station on one, the double chest of drawers is located across from the bed with the flat screen TV hanging flush on the wall above it. The blue silk drapes with blackout liners are hung from the ceiling and puddle perfectly on the floor.

  The bed is the focal piece of the room with soft bedding and an assortment of euro shams and linen decorative pillows. It finishes off the calm soothing feeling of the room. The bed makes me want to climb in naked under the cool smooth sheets and fall into an uninterrupted sleep. And for the first time I’d like to have a man next to me naked in that bed, the man who is standing next to me now. Mr. Perfection, Damian Stone.

  I turn and look at Damian, wondering if he can read my mind, he has a smile from ear to ear plastered on his face like a child. “Did you do this?” I ask him.

  “No, you did. You are amazingly talented. I see why Alex asked you to work with him. This is your sketch come to life; these are all the things you bought. I just had the muscle come in and put it all together for you. But the idea and the design were all you. You are really good, honestly. I’m not just saying that because I’m trying to get you into that bed with me again” he playfully admits.

  I smile and ask him if he honestly meant what he said, that I’m talented? He pulls me into his arms and kisses my forehead then the top of my head before he tells me that he did and that he also meant it when he said he’d love to get me into my bed again. At that statement he nuzzles my neck and starts to nip at it making me squirm and giggle. We fall onto the bed together and he stops and looks into my eyes that I’m sure are bulging out of my head because he is laying on me on my bed and I can feel his weight on me. I know if I wanted him to let me up he would but he’s so much stronger and heavier than I am that if he didn’t want to let me up there would be nothing I could do about it, just like in the big house all those years ago with Ryan.

  Damian interrupts my thoughts thankfully when he sees the look on my face. “Hey, I’m sorry am I hurting you? You look scared to death right now. What’s wrong? Too much too soon?” he inquires.

  “No, I’m…fine. It’s fine. I’m just tired and I have finals tomorrow and even with this room done I need to get started on the living space tomorrow too” I explain.

  “I see. I should be going. Thanks for…” he begins but I cut him off, not wanting him to leave even though I’m afraid of what’s going to happen if he stays. “No, please. I want you to stay. Will you please stay with me, please Day, stay” I beg.

  He smiles and says he would love to but that he wants to pop up to his apartment first to get changed. I smile back at him as he climbs off my bed and exits my room. It isn’t until I hear my apartment door close that I let out the breath I didn’t know I had been holding.

  I go into the bathroom and use my makeup remover to clean my face then I strip off my clothes and pull on my blue orchid silk cami set. I planned to wait for Damian in the living space but without any furniture in there yet I decide to wait for him in my bed. It just looks so comfortable that I can’t resist climbing in. I must fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow because it becomes the winter of 2006.

  I am at the big house and its night time. The house is quiet but mom and Robert are home. They’re in their room with the door closed. Ryan has been taking advantage of this set up and coming into my room more frequently. I decide to start sleeping on the couch so maybe he’ll be too afraid of getting caught to bother me. But I’m wrong, very wrong.

  I am in the main living room and I must have finally fallen asleep, a task that is getting more difficult to do. Ryan is standing over me when I startle awake.

  “You have got to be fucking kidding me? Do you really think this is not going to happen down here? God, you’re stupid. This is even better for me; we’re farther away from our parents down here so I can give it to you even harder. Maybe that’s what you want. Yeah, I think that’s it. You want it rougher” Ryan says as he flips me over the arm of the chair and pulls my bottoms down.

  “Maybe I’ll fuck you up your tight little ass tonight for a change” he says as I hear him taking off his pants.

  “NO, NO! DON’T TOUCH ME. GET OFF ME” I scream when I feel his body on mine but it’s not Ryan on me and I’m not in the big house anymore. Damian is trying to wake me. When my gaze finally settles on his face my whole body relaxes and he pulls me onto his lap.

  “Talk to me, Syd. Tell me what happened to you.”

  “I can’t, Day. I want to but I just can’t. I’m sure you’ve worked out the main idea so it’s really just the details and those are not something I want to share.” I climb off his lap and out of bed. “I can’t sleep” I complain.

  “Try. With me here, try. Maybe you can. Come here. I’ll hold you. I’ll stay awake until you’re asleep. I’ll keep you safe” he says as he holds out his hand and I take it. He pulls me back down to the bed and cradles me in his arms. He strokes my hair and kisses my forehead. He never once tries anything sexual with me and I am thankful for that after my nightmare. He always seems to know exactly what I need.

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  I lay awake in the darkness of her room with her safe in my arms. I listen to her breathe and I question what the hell I am doing. I know I’m falling in love with this girl and I can’t stop myself. It’s like I’m on a collision course, I know the traffic is heading towards me and I should probably turn the other way but I can’t. I know something happened to her, I suspect an old boyfriend or maybe just a casual date made her do something she didn’t want to do. This will complicate my plans for our relationship. First because now I am questioning if she will have it in her to be what I want and second because I know she’s a sub deep down in her core, now I’m just not sure I can deal with why. The one thing I do know is I will get it out of her, what happened and by whom. I will then find this person and destroy them. I will fix this for her, make her feel safe. Let her know that it is my job to protect her.

  I lean in and inhale the intoxicating scent of her…Sydney. She is unraveling me and I don’t think she is trying to. I don’t think she has any clue what she is doing to me. The fact that I am laying here wide awake thinking these thoughts in bed with a woman I have not fucked yet, one I have not even played is crazy but
amazingly I feel at peace, I feel satisfied with just this, in the moment, holding her in my arms. It’s all I need.

  I gaze down at her and study her features. Her beautiful long lashes, her strong cheekbones. But it’s her mouth; those gorgeous full lush lips that make my cock stir. I can almost feel them wrap around me, her tongue coming out to lick around my head. The thought brings me to full staff and I groan hoping I don’t wake her. I rub my hand over my erection then decide to try to ignore it and hope it’ll go away. I don’t know why I would think that would help, I’ve had a raging hard on for a week now, ever since she fell at my feet.

  She looks so peaceful and content sleeping like this, like a child safe in my arms. If this is all I can offer her for now, it’s enough. If this is what she needs, this is what I will give her. I can push aside the ache in my groin and just be here with her.

  I lay here wide awake for I don’t know how long with a growing ache in my groin and my chest; the ache in my chest is like that of a gaping gunshot wound. I’m not sure what this feeling is that is taking over every one of my senses but as I start to fall asleep I do so with a smile on my face.

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  We sleep in each other’s arms, tangled up in the sheets and each other’s limbs. I’m hot from his body heat when I wake but I don’t want to move and break our embrace. I look sideways to the clock on my bedside table and jump up. Its 11:07, early afternoon, and I have to be on campus in two hours for my last two finals. I wake Damian as I jump out of bed and he just smirks at me.

  “It’s after 11, don’t you have to work?”

  “Nope, being the boss rocks. Come back to bed, baby.”

  He’s been using that nickname for me a lot…baby. And it does something to me, makes me feel like a silly girl but in a wonderful way, like he adores me. Every time he says it I shiver, it makes my body relax. Silly.

  “I can’t, I have two finals today and now I’ve got nothing accomplished with the living space. Oh, God. Why did you let me sleep so long?”

  “Baby, I was sleeping too. We didn’t go to sleep until after 3am, of course we slept until 11. Don’t you usually sleep seven or eight hours a night?”

  “No” I tell him. “I don’t. I barley sleep for three or four usually.”

  “Then I guess we’re good for each other. You’re getting a full night’s sleep when you have me in your bed and I’m getting the most restful sleep of my life laying next to you” he points out.

  I leave Damian in my bed and head into the bathroom to shower. I put on some makeup and fix my hair. I wrap a towel around myself and return to my room where I find him still lounging in my bed. When he sees me his eyes widen and he licks his lips. I smile and hang my head, embarrassed to be the center of his attention.

  “I’ll go use the bathroom while you get dressed” he says as he stands and adjusts himself in his sweatpants. My eyes are riveted to his groin and I think my mouth might be hanging open.

  “Morning wood, makes this more of a splendid sight now doesn’t it?” he teases. “Now’s the time for you to call me Mr. Perfection” he says through a smile as he walks out of my room running his hands through his wild dark hair. He’s a man completely at ease with his body and his manhood, even in the condition he’s in.

  I just stand there. I can’t move from this spot. I have never seen a man with an erection like that before. Mr. Perfection indeed. I never looked when Ryan came into my room. Damian’s must be huge. He has on thick sweatpants and it still looked like it could burst right through them. Oh, and the way he licked his lips when he saw me in this towel made me ache for his lips to go where no man’s have gone before. It might kill me, I might die from it but I want this man to fuck me and fuck me good. If I have to die, that’s how I want to go out, with him filling me with pleasures I have never known.

  I finally make my legs and brain work together and I start to move. It takes me some time to find what I’m looking for. Pete and the guys must have organized all of my things. I’m not sure I’m comfortable with knowing that they put my underwear away. But I don’t have time to dwell on that right now. I have a gorgeous man in my bathroom in all his morning glory. Oh. My. God. Maybe he’s in there touching himself. Maybe he’d let me watch. Oh God, where did that idea come from?

  I grab my white lace underwear and pull them on before I pick my matching white lace bra. I slide my red cotton zebra print dress over my head and slide my feet into flats. Damian comes out of the bathroom just as I’m finishing getting my clothes on and he smiles and says, “Shucks, I thought I was fast enough” before walking out of my room with a quick look over his shoulder. Again I am unable to move, he wanted to catch me naked. What would have happened if he did?

  When I get my legs to work again I head in search of Damian. I find him standing at the curved island in the kitchen with two coffees and a trashy gossip rag. I assume he used his magic phone again to make this happen. Unless he went out in the condition he was in which I doubt was possible. I hope he doesn’t walk around like that for girls to see. He could kill one of them that way. I know, I just almost died from the sight.

  He has a sly smile on his face when he utters, “Well, baby, you’re famous now. You’ve made the front page.” He hands me the magazine and there we are on the cover. It’s the picture from last night when we were coming out of the theater.

  “You okay? You look pale all of a sudden.”

  “I…I’m fine. I just like to keep my life private. How do you deal with this?” I ask as fear overtakes me, fear of Ryan finding me.

  “It sucks but that’s one of the reasons why I have a security team. I didn’t think they’d bother us last night but now that they’ve seen me with a beautiful woman they will be relentless. I’ll speak to Mac later today. If it bothers you I’ll try my best to be sure they don’t bother us again, I’ll see to it first thing.”

  We enjoy our coffees and he tells me he’ll ride with me to campus. He says he wants to talk to Alex about something. He asks that I just give him a few minutes to run up to his penthouse, get changed and grab Mac.

  Chapter 7

  I tell Damian that I’ll meet him down in the lobby and I search for my notes from my classes so I can look them over while I wait and on the car ride to campus. I am standing in the lobby facing the large windows looking over my papers when I feel his presence behind me. It’s a good thing my body can now sense when he’s near me or I don’t know that I would have recognized him. He looks much younger, like he belongs on campus in class with me instead of in his CEO office. He’s wearing a baseball hat on his head backwards pulled low to just above his eyes. This look may just be the sexiest look I have ever seen on him yet. Don’t get me wrong, I love him in a suit and tie, it’s very hot, but like this, with a day’s worth of stubble on the perfectly chiseled face, he looks like such a dirty bad boy I want to let him do dirty bad boy things to me. And I don’t even know what that would consist of …but I’m game.

  He has on a black t-shirt that hugs the muscles in his chest and around his arms. I’ve seen his arms before but in this outfit I truly notice their beauty. They are smooth and bulky; Damian doesn’t have much body hair. There are cords of veins running through them and when he moves I can see the muscles flexing and releasing. Flex and release, flex and release. It’s very hot in this lobby right now. On his legs are charcoal gray shorts that show off his calf muscles. His legs have dark hair on them, not too much but just enough. His thighs look tight and large and his calves look better than a women’s in nine inch heels.

  He smiles when he sees me checking him out and leans down to ask in my ear, “Still like the splendid view?” Then he brushes his lips over my sweet spot just behind my ear and I go limp in his arms. I smack him lightly on the arm; I give his bicep a little squeeze then start absentmindedly rubbing it up and down. Up and down. Up and down. It really is way too hot in this damn lobby.

  When we exit the building we are rushed by reporters yelling out Damian’s name.


  “Mr. Stone. Who’s the woman? Is this your girlfriend?”, “Mr. Stone. A picture?”, “Mr. Stone, where did you meet?”, “Mr. Stone does she work for you?”

  “Mac, shut it down, now” Damian growls as he ushers me into the back of the SUV. We climb in and Damian instantly swings my legs over his lap. We ride in silence while I look over my notes and he runs his hands up and down my calves, very distracting. When we exit the car he looks shyly at me with his hands out for my bag. “May I walk you to class Ms. Cooper? It would make my day” he asks. How can I refuse?

  Damian carries my bag and holds my hand through campus. I am finally that girl, the one that is holding a boys hand walking through the hallways. I can feel every girl we pass looking at him. Not just giving him a once over, they look him up and down then go back for another run over his body before turning around to see him from the other direction. This should bother me but I can’t blame them and his attention never leaves me, it’s as if he doesn’t even realize every girl’s attention is focused on him. He’s acting like he can only see me, like I’m the only one there and it’s an addicting feeling.