“Yes, I want that.” Zoe pushed back against me, “I want your cock inside me.”
I didn’t need another invitation, I reached over to the box of condoms that had appeared on the bench while we were out, pulled one out and sheathed myself. Gliding my cock against her wet slit, I pulled her to me. “I can’t guarantee how long I’ll last inside you, beautiful, but I can guarantee that I’ll make you feel good.”
“I need you, Damien,” she whimpered and I notched myself in her opening, inching in slowly. She felt too good, she felt like home. When I was fully seated inside her, I reached around and found her clit, then easing out again. I love the way her bodymoved with each stroke, her tits bouncing as I hit home. I took my time, savouring the feeling of being fully encased by her, working her up to another climax before picking up speed and going over the edge myself.
As we came down, I pulled her to me, peppering kisses over every part of her body within reach. She melted against me and it felt so right. I’d finally found that one person who made me feel complete.
Chapter eleven
Zoe
Damien had wrapped me in his arms any time he wasn’t giving me orgasms. I hadn’t thought my body was even capable of that many releases but I guess we were both making up for lost time. I’d hardly slept, but that Saturday morning, I hadn’t felt more energised. Well my body was exhausted and sore in all the best ways, but my mind was buzzing.
I was still uncertain what my future at Steele Cut would be once Paige came back to work but I wasn’t leaving Hartwood Bay. I would clean cabins at the Valentine Cove Resort or deliver food for Bruno’s, but I didn’t want to leave the future I’d just started with Damien.
The sun sliced through the shutters as I snuggled into Damien, loving the way his body felt against mine, his breath sending shivers down my spine as he kissed my neck.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he slurred, his voice still thick with sleep. “I could get used to waking up with my girl in my arms.”
The sound of the front door closing made me jump. I sat up, trying to remember where we’d left my clothes and my guthitting the floor as I realised that they were probably still in the kitchen where Damien had stripped them off me. Fear gripped my body and I looked down at Damien who was still laying down.
I heard the loud thump of footsteps followed by, “Nonna, I think it worked! Zoe isn’t downstairs.”
“I think it did too,” Giovanna’s voice was warm. “Now go take your bag to your room.”
There was a soft knock on Damien’s bedroom door before his mother walked into the room and handed me some clean clothes. “I’ve bought you a few minutes, go get dressed and then we’re going to talk about how we don’t lie in this family.”
She closed the door and I was close to tears, I knew this was too good to be true and the morning after the best night of my life and it was already being torn apart. Damien pulled me into a hug, kissing me softly. “Don’t jump to conclusions, baby. Everything is going to be fine.”
I pulled my clothes on and twisted my hair up into a bun. Damien pulled on some shorts and raised an eyebrow to see if I were ready. He held my hand as we walked through his house and into the kitchen where he’d blown my world apart. Giovanna was standing near the kettle, making the cuppas that Damien had started the night before.
Standing with her arms crossed over her chest, with a glare that reminded me of the one that Damien had given in the past, his mother did not look happy. “You both thought you were so clever trying to trick me with this fake relationship.”
“I didn’t want to trick you, I just wanted you—” I started to defend myself.
“Let me finish. I knew you were both lying from the minute the words left your mouth, Zoe,” she said, then she smiled at me warmly. “But I knew the lie was coming from a good place. You stepped in to help my boy and I can’t fault you for that.”
I exhaled, relieved that she didn’t completely hate me. Giovanna then turned her attention to her son and I squeezed his hand to let him know I was there, always.
“Now Damien, from the moment you met Zoe, I could see how strong the attraction was. It broke my heart that you didn’t act on it, that you kept letting your responsibilities and past hurts hold you back, so I let you think we believed you.”
“Yeah Dad, you’re a terrible liar, but it’s OK, we like Zoe,” Mariah said as she rounded her way into the kitchen.
“So everyone knew?” Damien ran his hand over his face. “The whole family?”
“We talked about it as soon as you both left the BBQ to consolidate your lies,” Giovanna replied.
“But you let us think that we were fooling you?” Damien grumbled.
“Yes, because you’re perfect for each other.” Giovanna gave us both a hug. “Now I’m going to go home and will leave it up to you both to explain to Mariah how lies can mess up people’s lives.”
“But Nonna, we lied to them too,” Mariah said.
“Exactly! Imagine how messy it could’ve been if we kept letting them think we believed their lies?” Giovanna gave her granddaughter a hug and made her way home.
Damien pulled her daughter into a hug, “are you sure you’re OK with Zoe being my girlfriend?”
“Of course, Dad,” Mariah rolled her eyes. “I said that when she moved in. Mum has Sara, you need someone too.”
