“I’ve been gone all day.”
“And that has been a damn miracle.”
“I brought you flowers, baby.”
“Am I your baby?” Damara retorts.
My palm moves over to Damara’s stomach. She squirms and can’t help herself, even if she wants to act like she resents me completely. She leans into my embrace once I touch the part of her body carrying our baby.
I lean in and whisper into Damara’s ear, “You’re my baby until you have my baby.”
“We don’t have to be in a fake relationship. It’s a contract, Magnum. I’m cool.”
I don’t want her to know how badly her coldness gets under my skin. We share a bed every night and after this much time, I half-expected Damara to warm up a little.
“Will you at least look at the flowers?”
Damara looks over at the showers, peeling herself away from her cooking long enough to give my flowers some attention. I detect a hint of excitement on her face, but as soon as Damara allows the emotion to cross her face, she suppresses it just as quickly. I feel like I almost won. But not quite.
“They’re nice.”
“Just nice?”
“Are you always this desperate for approval?” she asks. “You should go out and get your dick wet if you’re going to be this attached.”
Instantly, my blood boils. Damara locks eyes with me like she knows that type of comment will instantly piss me off. I don’t want to show her that anger, so I keep my face calm and neutral, fighting off the tiny smirk about to inch across her face.
“I’m not desperate for anything, Damara. I take what I want. When will you have dinner on the table?”
“6:30,” she says. “Now go have a shower and stop pestering me.”
Pestering her? Damara has some audacity.
“How was work?” I ask her.
“Shower,” Damara says sternly. She turns her attention back to the cooking and that’s all Damara intends to give me tonight. For now.
I turn my back on Damara and head to the shower, but I’m not done with this woman at all tonight. We’re not done. I shower with the bathroom door open in case I luck out and Damara admits her curiosity. Once I strip my clothes off, I get underneath the hot water and try not to let Damara piss me off.
I need to cool off if I’m going to deal with this woman. She pushes my buttons intentionally and with so much skill that it makes it hard to keep my cool. I shouldn’t let her get to me, but she does. This impossible brown-skinned woman with her absurd pink hair that makes people stare wherever we go…
Why does she act like she wants me so badly in the bedroom but whenever there’s sunlight or any light cast uponher vulnerability, she pulls away from me. I need a plan to expose Damara’s vulnerabilities. I’ll have to take extreme action to expose this woman’s true feelings to me. Right now, she has the upper hand and because she’s carrying my child, I’m totally vulnerable.
I resent the power imbalance and I need my authority over this situation restored. A contract was supposed to fix this, but Damara has to be the most stubborn woman that any of us bikers have ever encountered. Whoever drugged her and set us up might have been trying to punish me, but it’s a punishment I strangely enjoy. Especially when I think about her body next to mine in my bed.
My hand easily wanders down to my growing cock as the shower water sprays around me. I wish she were here in the shower with me. But she isn’t. Damara remains downstairs stubbornly and with the anger coursing through me, I have to touch myself. My hand grips my cock tightly and I move my hand over the length of my shaft as pleasure surges through me. Damara should be here. Damara and those sexy ass lips.
When I shut my eyes, I pump my dick faster as I imagine taking Damara up to bed tonight and unleashing all my emotions for her between her legs. I can imagine her body beneath my touch almost perfectly. She’s gorgeous. My balls tighten against my body after a few short strokes of my cock. No fucking way.
I’ve never cum this fast just from touching myself. But I can feel my orgasm rising. Fuck. I keep touching myself as I picture Damara’s face smiling up at me. Her warm eyes… I should have more lustful thoughts, but just spending time with this woman is almost enough. I don’t even need to picture her to cum.
My body tenses at the final moment and I brace myself against the white tiles as I cum…hard.Thick ropes of cum burst out of my cock as I lose the ability to hear or see as bursts asthe pleasure dominates me completely. As I catch my breath and lean back in the waterfall stream of warm water, I know that I need more.
I need Damara tonight. I can’t keep my hands off of her, and I don’t see the point in trying. She’s carrying my baby and contract or not, we’re bound to each other for the rest of our lives. We ought to start acting like it and stop messing around.
Miss pink hair can’t keep me away from her forever… or for long.
Chapter Eighteen
