His Many Demands

by Parker, Ali

"Let me just come into your room. Surely you and Beth are done for the night." Matt pulled out of Damon's hold and slipped his hands into his pockets.

  "Beth and I are just getting started. Get your own damn room."

  "I had one until you fucked it up." Matt stopped a few feet from the bar and tilted his head to the side. "Is that Dad? What the hell is he doing out here?"

  Damon smiled and pulled off his shoes before stepping into the sand. "No clue, but I'm glad to see him. We didn't get to catch up when I got here."

  Matt followed beside Damon without a word, which was unlike Matt. Damon glanced over at him and poked him with his elbow.

  "You okay?" Damon stopped behind their father and reached up to squeeze his father's shoulder.

  Matt shrugged. "I'm fine. I guess."

  Damon's father glanced over his shoulder. "My two favorite boys in the world. Come to join your pops for a late night drink?"

  "Something like that." Matt climbed up on the stool beside him, and Damon took the other side.

  "Couldn't sleep?" Damon reached over and rubbed the top of his father's back.

  "No. I don't know why either." Damon's father picked up his beer and finished it before lifting it up toward the bartender. "Another please."

  "Two more of those." Matt nodded toward the beer bottle.

  "Make it three." Damon smirked and pressed his forearms to the bar in front of him. The idea had been to grab a quick bite to eat and get back to the warmth of his naked woman snuggled under the covers. It looked like that wasn't going to happen.

  Hopefully, she'll stay asleep until I get back.

  "You nervous?" Matt leaned forward and glanced back at their father.

  "I don't think so." He shrugged. "I'm one hundred percent sure about that. Those aren't odds I deal with very often."

  "I'd take that deal without blinking an eye." Damon smiled as his father glanced over at him.

  "I think you already have that deal. I've never seen you leave work early."

  Matt chuckled. "Is the situation under control?"

  Damon stiffened. "Of course it is. I didn't leave shit in disarray. I wrapped it up as best I could for now, and I'll fix the rest when I head down to Florida soon."

  "Is it bad?" His father's eyebrows pulled in tight.

  "It's ugly, but we can fix it. I just need some time with the team and with the executive team at Zarpeth." Damon rolled his shoulders. "I'd rather not talk about work. I need a break from all of it."

  "No, I agree." Matt picked up a menu. "I'm starving. You guys want to split some appetizers."

  "Are they still serving food this late?" Damon's father leaned back and let out a long sigh.

  Damon waved at the bartender and reached for the menu in front of Matt. "You guys still serving food this late?"

  "We sure are, sir. What can I get you?" The middle-aged native leaned forward and pointed to the top of the menu. "This platter is one of our top sellers. Never had a complaint off of it."

  "We'll take it." Damon handed the guy the menu and glanced behind him to see a large group of women sauntering up from the water. "That looks dangerous."

  Matt spun around in his seat and kept spinning. "Yep. Drunk women can only mean one thing."

  "Trouble," Damon and his father echoed each other.

  The three of them laughed.

  "Things are changing fast, aren't they?" Damon's dad glanced back and forth between Damon and Matt. "I mean, it wasn't that fast, but now that we're here, it sure feels like it. You guys okay with everything that's happening? Me marrying Karen and all?"

  "Dad, we're grown men." Damon snorted and glanced over at Matt. "Well, at least I am."

  "We’re good with it, Dad." Matt rolled his eyes and flipped Damon off as their father glanced toward Damon.

  "And you're not upset that me marrying Karen puts you and Bethany in an awkward position?"

  "No. It's not going to affect us, Dad." Damon reached out and squeezed his father's shoulder. "We're not blood-related, and I figure we're smart people... we can work through anything that comes against us."

  "Speaking of shit coming against you," Matt started, his words gaining Damon's attention. "Did you get to talk to Bethany before you guys-"

  "Hey. Don't go there." Damon lifted his hand, warning his little brother. Making Matt eat sand at one in the morning would be worth the ass-chewing he would get from his father if he did it. "And yeah, she told me that Bridget was here."

  " Bridget, as in your ex?" Damon's father turned in his seat to fully face him. "What are the odds?"

  Damon turned and took the beer the bartender set in front of him. He drank deeply from the bottle before shaking his head and growling. "Figures, right? The past is always looking for a way to rise up and bite you in the ass."

  "She doesn't mean shit to you anymore, Damon. Just let it go. If we run into her, just be nice and ignore anything else she throws your way. You know she's a vindictive bitch."

  "Matthew. Jeez. When did your language get so bad, son?" Their father spun around to face Matt.

  Damon wagged his eyebrows and pointed at Matt like he'd done most of his life when his father wasn't looking.

  "Sorry, Dad. I've been hanging around Damon a lot lately. It's tarnishing me, obviously."

  "Nope. I'm not accepting responsibility for your trashy language."

  "Trashy?" Matt's eyes filled with challenge.

  "Boys. Come on. You’re grown. You don't-"

  "First one in the water wins." Damon turned and ran toward the water while trying to chug down the rest of his beer. He tossed the bottle behind him and pulled at his shirt. The vision of Matt moving up beside him in his peripheral vision had him pumping his arms and legs faster. There was no way in heaven or hell that he was going to let his little brother get one over on him.

  "I'm catching up." Matt pushed at Damon, trying to knock him off balance.

  Damon laughed and swung at Matt, hitting him in the chest about the time they reached the water. It was enough that Matt lost his balance and fell over, leaving Damon to run into the ocean alone.

  "I won." Damon turned around and lifted his arms to the sky.

  "Won what? Food's here. I'm going to eat the whole fucking plate before you get back up here."

  Damon realized what his little brother had done and started back out of the water.

  Matt laughed and backed up as another group of girls walked down the beach. "Ladies. My brother is Dallas' most eligible bachelor, and he's looking for a good time."

  "Matt Bryant. I'm going to whoop your ass." Damon walked out of the water and lifted his hands as the girls moved closer to introduce themselves.

  "I won," Matt called over his shoulder and walked back to the bar.

  "Yep. You won," Damon grumbled and started to make his way through the crowd. Matt might have won the battle, but Damon would win the war. He'd just tell Bethany that Matt tried to set him up with a gaggle of half-naked drunk girls on the beach. Damon laughed at the thought. His poor brother didn't know what was headed his way.

  He almost felt sorry for the guy.

  Almost.

  Chapter 54

  Bethany

  Bethany woke to the sound of the shower going. She stretched, the soreness between her thighs delicious and a great reminder. She had the most aggressive, demanding man in the universe. She smiled and sat up, more than happy to give over to his cravings anytime.

  She ran her fingers through her hair and walked into the bathroom, slipping into the shower with him.

  "Good morning, sexy girl." He turned and reached for her.

  Bethany moved toward him, sliding her hands up his thick chest and over his shoulders. His body was honed for sex, his face model material. She lifted to her toes and pressed a long kiss on his mouth, the warm water rushing over her.

  She pulled back and reached for the soap before rubbing it all over him. Using her fingernails, she made small circles over his skin to make sure he was completely clean.
/>   "My turn," he mumbled, his eyes hooded again.

  "No way. We have breakfast this morning that I plan on making. Every time it's your turn we end up sweaty and covered in come." She laughed and ran her hands over him again, washing away the soap.

  "I'm not sure that I heard a complaint in there." He turned and lifted his hands. "Wash my back, my ass, my legs."

  "So bossy." She moved up and enjoyed every second of fulfilling his request.

  "You know my response to that." He arched his back, pressing his ass into her hands even more. She leaned into him, rubbing her breasts over his back and licking at the side of his neck.

  "We're going to be late."

  "No. I'm getting out, though I'm considering asking you to stroke my cock a few times before I go." He glanced over his shoulder and gave her a look that would melt hearts.

  "No need to ask." She reached around him and tugged at his cock a few times as she turned her kisses into long bites, her teeth sinking into him as he shuddered.

  He pressed his hand over hers, his rhythm faster and harder than what she was currently doing. She slid her other hand down the outside of his thigh, her nails grating him as he jerked forward. He groaned a few times before his breath caught. His seed spilled out onto their conjoined hands, and she stroked him a few more times, making a beautiful mess.

  "So far beyond sexy, Damon. I want to drown in you, baby."

  He groaned again and jerked his hips before pulling her hand from him. He washed her fingers and let her go, turning to slip his hands into her hair and pull her up for a long, hot kiss.

  "I love you. Wash up, and I'll make sure to return the favor when you least expect it." He kissed her again and got out of the shower.

  Bethany moved up as she tried to still her racing heart. "Why does that leave me more worried than excited?"

  "Because you know me too well?" The shower curtain opened at the back, and she turned in time to see his hand coming toward her. He popped her ass hard and slipped out of the bathroom.

  She grumbled and started to wash up.

  Nothing could take away from her elation. He was there with her, and they would get to spend the next few days loving on each other and sharing the joy of their families joining together.

  * * *

  The whole family was already gathered for breakfast by the time they walked up. Bethany had decided on a pair of white shorts, sandals, and a light blue tank top. She would have something on the shorts within an hour. Damon had laid the bet on the table, and she was more than happy to take it. She smirked at the thought as she took a seat next to her Aunt Patty.

  Damon walked around the table, shaking hands and giving hugs.

  "I'm honestly not surprised at all that you made it out here early." Kent took a large plate of bacon and sausage and passed it down the table. There had to be twenty people sitting with them. Most of them Bethany knew, but a few were new faces, extended family no doubt.

  "I took your advice and brought Ben onto the project. He needed something challenging, and I needed help." Damon shrugged and stopped by Aunt Patty. "I'm Damon, Bethany's boyfriend. You have to be related to Karen. You're far too pretty not to be."

  "Oh?" Patty slid her hand into his and looked over her shoulder at Bethany. "I like him. Can we keep him?"

  "Damon this is my Aunt Patty, mom's younger sister." Bethany laughed along with everyone else at the table. "Forever seems like a good amount of time for us to keep him."

  Damon took the seat between her and Matt, reaching over and resting his arm on the back of her chair. "What's the plan for today?"

  "Just got here and already taking control." Erica smiled, winking at Bethany.

  "You guys know me. Just tell me to chill, and I'll force Bethany to make me." He wagged his eyebrows as the waiter walked around the table taking drink orders. They put in their order and settled back as Bethany's mom walked everyone through the agenda.

  The wedding was the next day at sundown, but almost everything was in place and ready to go. The day would be filled with relaxing, a few games of beach volleyball and a huge party with a dance for that night. Everyone in attendance for the wedding was invited.

  Bethany turned to tell Damon how excited she was to show him the tight little white dress she bought for the party as her eyes landed on the one person she hoped not to see. Bridget.

  The pretty blond wasn't as attractive off the pages of the magazine, but she still brought it - big time. She moved toward the table, a look of excitement on her features. She glanced at Bethany, but quickly shifted back to Damon.

  "Damon Bryant?" She spoke a little too loud.

  He turned and looked over his shoulder. "Bridget. What're you doing here?"

  Bethany glanced at Matt as Damon got up and hugged the lovely model. He turned and introduced her to the table as an old friend and a current client. Matt rolled his eyes and pretended to stab her in the butt with his knife. Bethany laughed and turned back to breakfast, not wanting to see the two of them close together. She didn't need anything to detract from all of Damon's claims. She was his woman. This chick was just grasping for straws. Sucks for her to lose the best thing that most likely ever happened to her.

  Damon sat down as Bridget moved up to talk to Kent for a few minutes. Bethany slid her hand along his thigh and leaned against him as he put his arm behind her again. She smiled reassuringly, and he leaned over, brushing his lips against her cheek. He pressed a soft kiss to her ear.

  "See? Told you she looked like the top of an old broom mop. You're so insanely beautiful. She's got to be jealous. I would be." He kissed her ear again and moved back, picking up a large plate of waffles and holding it in front of her. "Here, baby. Get a big one, and we'll share it."

  Bethany glanced down the table, unable to help herself. Bridget only seemed to have eyes for Damon, but those eyes weren't showing joy at all. She looked rather pissed.

  Good.

  * * *

  "Damn that was delicious. If I could just live here and eat platters of bacon my life would be complete." Matt stretched, his bright yellow and orange t-shirt slipping up and showing the muscles of his stomach.

  Bethany ran her hand over them, tugging at his shirt in surprise. "You totally have a six-pack."

  "Of course I do. I work out. Hellur?" He tugged his shirt down and glanced behind Bethany as they all stood around the table. "Get your woman off of me. She's likely to fall for my beauty, creating a fissure between us that I don't want and you don't need."

  Bethany rolled her eyes and moved to Damon, wrapping her arms around him. His white button down shirt was loose and made for the beach. "You look good."

  "You look, feel and taste good." He pressed his lips to hers as Matt made a loud gagging sound.

  Damon pulled back and licked his lips, his eyes boring into Bethany. He glanced up at Matt as his lip lifted. "What's the matter? Thought you were worried about her leaving me for you? I just wanted to remind her who her lover was."

  "Okay. Enough. Thank you. Siblings here." Matt held up his hands and walked out onto the beach from the table.

  Bethany released Damon and gave her mom a quick hug as Erica moved up beside her. Weariness sat heavy on the other woman. Bethany reached out and squeezed her new friend's shoulder.

  "You okay? You look tired."

  "Yeah. I stayed with Matt last night, and I don't think I slept a wink."

  "Oh. Like..." Bethany stopped herself, not sure how open of a person Erica was.

  "I wish. More like, we were both in different beds not sure what to say to each other and too worried about snoring or talking in our sleep to actually get any sleep."

  "Come back to our room tonight. Damon and I can have time together during the day or when we get home. I don't want you exhausted."

  "No way. We're good. I just need to stop letting Matt's concerns become my own. I know what I want. I'm about to stop dicking around and just take it." She shrugged and nodded toward the boys. "Looks like they are ho
ping for a game of volleyball. You up for it?"

  "Hell yeah." Bethany glanced over her shoulder and held up a fist. "Boys against girls. You're going down."

  "Ha! You wish, chick. You're going to eat my shorts!" Matt responded and caught a hand to the chest. He glanced to Damon and laughed. "Okay, you're going to eat Damon's shorts."

  "Better," Damon muttered and looked up. "Let's do this. The chance to get to teach both of you good-looking women a lesson in one swipe? Brilliant. Lay your wager."

  "Winner chooses where we have sex tonight." Bethany walked toward them, taking the ball from Damon and pushing her hip against him as she walked onto the sand.

  Nervous laughter followed her as Matt didn't seem to know how to respond. Erica moved into the sand beside her, taking the ball and glancing over her shoulder at Matt, no doubt. "I'm down. You, Matthew?"

  "Fuck yeah, I am." Matt's voice dropped an octave.

  Bethany glanced over her shoulder, almost surprised by the predatory look on his face as he watched Erica move to the far side of the sand court.

  Damon laughed and clapped his hands. "All right. Girls can serve first. We'll go easy on you both. It's hard to play against such great athletes as the Bryant boys."

  "Oh, fuck no. They're going down." Bethany glanced back at Erica as she prepared to serve.

  "No worries, sister. We were district champs in high school every year I was on the team." Erica winked and threw the ball in the air, hitting it hard. It dodged both of the guys and scored the girl's a point.

  "You're welcome." Matthew shrugged as if they had given the point away.

  "Keep it up, and I'll make you my bitch, Matthew," Erica spoke with a sultry voice.

  "Yes, ma'am." Matt saluted her and Bethany couldn't help but share a warm smile with Damon.

  He was so handsome, his dark hair moving as the wind blew, his strong arms and chest on display as he pulled his shirt off and threw it in the sand. Suddenly, losing sounded much, much better than winning. She would take him above her in the bedroom if she had the choice of where they were going to spend their night fucking, but he was creative and bold. He would push her to open up and walk beyond the edge of her comfort.