Keep Her Safe, page 15
I nod, my eyes still wide and unblinking, still unable to find the words as I look behind him at the very large, sharp metal light fixture that very well may have killed me if he was just a second later.
“I…”
“Honey, here.” Denise kneels next to me, handing me a glass of water. “Do you want to stand up? Guys, give her some air.” She shoos everyone away and I’m grateful for her because it instantly feels like I can breathe now that people have taken a few steps back. I take the water with one shaky hand, still gripping Damian’s arm with the other, not wanting to let him go for anything.
I take a slow sip just as Lucas lowers to his knee in front of me. “You okay? Jesus Christ, I am so sorry.” He looks to where I was just standing and there’s a crowd from the tech team surrounding it and looking up from where it fell. “We’re going to call it quits for the day,” he says, his brown eyes wide and worried behind tortoise horn-rimmed glasses.
“No shit,” Damian snaps at him and Lucas shoots him a glare before removing his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose.
“East, you good? Do you need to go to the hospital?” he asks using his nickname for me.
“N—no.” I shake my head. “It didn’t get me. Just scared me.” I swallow hard, still trying to calm my racing heart.
“Oh my god, what happened?!” I hear Veronica’s voice moving towards me, the neat braid that she’d had for pictures, is no longer neat—or in a braid for that matter—letting me know what she’s been doing when she drops to her knees next to me and wraps her arms around me. “Are you okay? They said…” She trails off and looks behind Damian and then looks up and then at me and then back to Damian and then to where my hand is still wrapped around him.
“You were here.” Tears spring to her eyes, probably having drawn the same conclusion that I did.
He nods once before turning back to me. “Do you want to stand? Or…do you want me to carry you?”
Heat fills me thinking about him carrying me out of here and I shake my head not wanting anyone to see that side of our relationship knowing that I won’t be able to hide it the second I’m in his arms after what just happened.
“I can walk.” He stands up first, helping me to my feet, and I wince when I feel a sharp pain shoot through me. Damian is a big guy and although he didn’t put all of his weight on me, the way we landed was not ideal.
“Shit, are you okay?”
“Yes, my back just hurts a little.” I shake my head at the look he’s giving me. “You saved my life. Relax please.” I give him a small smile despite the pain shooting up my back and I look at Veronica as we start towards the exit.
“I’m fine. I’m just going to go home and rest.”
“I’m coming with you,” she says. “Let me just go get my stuff.”
“V—” I start but she’s already out of earshot and jogging towards her dressing room.
I’m able to get off of the set pretty easily, but now I’m walking a bit slower with the adrenaline wearing off and the aches starting to flare up everywhere.
“For fuck’s sake,” Damian growls, lifting me into his arms in a fireman’s hold once we’re somewhat alone and continues walking down the long corridor. He pushes his way outside and I’m grateful that I rode with Veronica so it’ll just be Damian and me in his truck on the way home. He unlocks the car and slides me onto the back seat.
“Wait, can’t I sit up front with you?” I want him to hold my hand or just be closer than he’ll be with me sitting in the back.
“No.”
“But—”
“No, Shay.” He closes the door before I can protest any further. We make it off the lot and are driving towards my house just as the sky begins to darken. It wasn’t calling for rain and it’s only two in the afternoon, so I’m surprised by the ominous dark clouds. Damian hasn’t said anything and I’m not sure what to make of it.
“Are you going to say anything?”
“Not while I’m driving, no.” His voice is even and he doesn’t even look at me.
I frown. “Why?”
“Because that was the scariest moment of my life and I can’t relive it and operate a vehicle at the same time.”
“I’m okay though. You got to me in time.”
“By a fucking millisecond. Now quiet.” I’m sitting behind the passenger’s side so I can see that he’s got a death grip on the steering wheel. His knuckles are turning white and I can hear them cracking. He goes the speed limit the whole time, adhering to every traffic law like he’s afraid something might happen again. I watch relief wash over every inch of him the second we are inside my community and driving up to my house. He drives through my private gate and when he pulls to a stop in front of my house, his shoulders sag and he puts a hand on his forehead before he unbuckles his seatbelt. He turns to look at me and a sad smile finds his face.
“No one would have been able to get to you that fast. If I hadn’t been there…” His nostrils flare. “I’m going to be a nightmare on that set once you start shooting.”
I bite my bottom lip, “Damian, it was an accident.”
“I don’t fucking do accidents. Not where you’re concerned.”
Lust flares through me and my sex clenches despite the dull ache everywhere else.
“Can you come get me out of the car, so you can kiss me already?” I cock my head to the side.
He nods, gets out of the car, and opens the door for me before he stops and looks behind him at the house and then back at me. He takes a step back. “I would feel better if I checked out the house first.”
I lower my arms that were previously outstretched for him to lift me into his arms. “What? Damian…”
“No, just…until I’m one hundred percent sure what just happened was an accident, I’m taking extra precautions.” I gasp thinking that he suspects that maybe what happened was intentional and a chill snakes down my spine. “I don’t want to scare you.” His hands find my face and he presses a gentle kiss to my forehead that I desperately wish was on my lips. I whimper when he pulls back. “Ten minutes. You remember the drill.”
I roll my eyes remembering all the nights I couldn’t even get into my own house until he’d searched it top to bottom and my house isn’t exactly small. I let out an annoyed sigh and shift uncomfortably in my seat figuring now is the best time to call Veronica and tell her not to come over because I want some alone time with Damian.
“I’m going to be there in five,” she says the second she answers the phone. “Do you want me to bring anything?”
“V—”
“No. You can ride his dick later. I’m coming over.”
“I’m fine, I swear, and yes I would like to ride his dick without you in the house.”
“You can barely walk, how are you going to do that?”
I mentally shoot her my middle finger. “Okay, maybe he’ll do most of the work. The point is, can you not?”
She huffs and I can hear the sounds of her turn signal. “Shay, that was really freaking scary. Not many things could stop me and Derek by the way, but I heard the crash and everyone screaming your name.”
“I know and I appreciate it, but I swear I’m fine, and you know Damian will take care of me. He’s pretty shaken up too, so I think he might want to be alone with me.”
“Fiiiiine…” she trails off. “Okay, I’ll give you guys some space now, but maybe I’ll swing by later?”
“Okay,” I relent.
We get off the phone and after a few more minutes Damian comes outside and I can tell his body is still tense from the events of the day. He pulls me into his arms and presses a kiss to my neck. “All good.” We make it inside and then up the stairs and I hear water running. “I’m running you a bath. It’ll help with your muscles and any aches and pains,” he answers in response to the look I’m giving him.
“Are you going to join me?”
He sets me on my feet because I’m in a dress that needs to be unbuttoned. He does so quickly before setting me gently on the bed. “No.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re sore and if I’m in a bath with you, I’m going to want to fuck you, and that will not help.” He drops to his knees and slowly peels my underwear off of me. “I am also still a little on edge by what happened and I don’t know how gentle I’ll be.”
I’m wearing a strapless bra and he reaches behind me to unsnap it allowing it to fall from around me and my breasts spring free within very close reach of his mouth. I move forward slightly, pressing my breasts closer to him, and as if there’s a string tethering him to me, his lips find my nipple, flicking it with the tip of his tongue before sucking it to his mouth.
“That feels…” I let out a sigh because I don’t have a word for what he’s making me feel right now. My nipples are very sensitive and he’s the first man to pay them a lot of attention.
His stubble scratches against my skin and I tremble under the gentle mixed with rough sensations. He lets it fall after a few minutes before rising to stand in front of me. I pull my hair up into a bun as he walks back to my bathroom and shuts off the running water before making his way back into the bedroom.
He gently pulls my head back to look up at him and then his lips are on mine, licking at the seam and then pushing his tongue into my mouth. His mouth is warm and comforting and makes me feel safe. It makes me want to crawl inside his skin. I moan in response to his kiss, wanting more, and I’m grateful when he puts an arm behind me and slowly lowers me to the bed. He’s supporting the majority of his weight but I still feel him on top of me and I shiver at the thought of being completely naked underneath him. I try my best to reach for his belt, but he pushes my hand away and gets off the bed, pulling me into his arms and walking me into the bathroom. He sets me gently on the side of the tub and makes me test the water with my foot to make sure it’s not too hot before lowering me into the huge tub full of bubbles.
He sits on the floor next to the tub, his elbows resting on his knees, and stares at me.
“What happened?” I ask him.
“It all happened so fast,” he says. His blue eyes narrow and then he leans his head back, running a hand through his dark hair. “I heard something overhead and I moved closer to the set and I remember someone saying I couldn’t be that close but I ignored them because something didn’t feel right.” My body goes rigid as anxiety moves through me. “And then I heard it and I saw it and I saw you and I just started running.” He moves closer and grips my face, resting his forehead against mine. “If I hadn’t been there…”
“But you were.”
“Only because you begged me to come in for lunch. I’m not usually there, Shay.” He clears his throat and his eyebrows lower. “And now we’re…” he says. “I’m already overprotective when it comes to you, and now I know what your cunt tastes like, so…” His lips form a straight line and I can’t help the chuckle that leaves me in response to his dark humor. “I hope you like having a shadow.” He rubs his head and lets out a sigh.
“You’re more worked up than I am. Can you lighten up?” He shoots me a glare and I give him an innocent smile. “Will you just join me? You’ll feel better.”
He reaches behind his head to pull off his shirt in that sexy way men do and I smile thinking I’m about to get my way when he only moves closer to me while not making an effort to get in the tub. “Lean back.”
“Aren’t you—”
“No,” he says cutting off my question of whether he’s getting in as he reaches for my loofah and begins washing me. He does this for a few minutes, actually bathing me before he drops it into the water and his fingers move beneath the water to my sex. My eyes float to his and he stares at me through hooded eyes as his fingers play with my clit.
“I can’t think about something happening to you.” He frowns as he strengthens the pressure of his fingers on my clit. “It…fucks with me.”
I nod, not knowing what to say at this moment and he continues to stroke me harder.
“Please,” I whimper, though I’m not sure what I’m asking for. An orgasm or for him to join me or to kiss me. His lips rest against my shoulder as he fingers me and I grip the sides of the tub. I begin slowly rocking against him and then his fingers leave me and I notice he grabs the retractable shower head I have for the bathtub. He turns it on and sets it to my favorite jet setting. I give him a look and he gives me a wicked smirk.
“Is this the setting you use?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say feigning innocence.
“When you soak in your tub and rest this against your pussy, how hard do you like it?”
I swallow and nod towards the water shooting out of the spoke at the speed I like. “That one.”
He lowers it under the water and instantly I feel the water shooting against my pussy and fuuuuuck it feels good.
“Oh yes.” My head falls back as I let the feelings take me under.
“You like that? God, you’re fucking incredible, baby.”
I bite my bottom lip, trying my best not to come yet but the angle that the water is hitting my clit has me building quickly towards my climax.
“I…I don’t want to come like this,” I whimper.
“No? The water doesn’t feel good?” God, yes.
“I want…you.” I pant. “Please. I need you,” I beg. “Don’t you want me to come while my pussy is wrapped around your dick?” A devilish smirk crosses my face. “Don’t you want to come while my pussy is wrapped around your dick?” I purr and my eyes flutter open when the pressure disappears from between my legs and then he’s standing to unbuckle his slacks and toe off his shoes fast and then he’s in the tub, slowly sliding down in front of me and pulling me into his lap. His arms wrap around me, gripping my ass cheeks as he positions himself at my entrance.
His eyes are stormy and filled with heat as I slowly move down his shaft. The water moves around us and I can only imagine the mess we will have to clean up when water is all over the floor but I don’t care because he’s finally inside of me and I feel safe and like nothing can touch me. His lips move against mine as he moves me up and down his dick and my heart begins to pound in time with his thrusts. I feel like he’s pulling me in deeper, making me crave him, and this and us and I can only hope this doesn’t end with me getting my heart broken. He pulls away from my mouth and runs his tongue along my pulse point and I’m pulled from the negative thoughts when he bites down on my shoulder.
“When you talk like that, I’ll give you whatever you want.”
Fuck me.
“Whatever I want, huh?” I clench my sex hard around him and he closes his eyes and lets out a groan that’s so sexy it speaks to the most primal parts of my soul. The parts that make me want to crawl inside his skin and take up residence there.
“Careful,” he warns. “Having this power over me comes at a price. Now ride this dick and come all over it like a good girl.”
I moan and shiver in his arms hearing those magic words I loved to hear in bed. I hadn’t told him that and I’m glad I didn’t have to. Training a guy to say it could be such a buzz kill.
He stares up at me, running his tongue over his bottom lip as his eyes bore into mine like he knows those words have a direct line to my pussy. “Are you my good girl?”
I nod, my clit splintering and the words tumble out of my mouth at the high of my orgasm. I drop my forehead to his shoulder. “Yes, Daddy! Oh my god, I’m coming.” My eyes flutter shut as I ride him harder, the water sloshing all around us.
“Fuck,” he grits out and I can feel him pumping up into me, his hands on my hips pulling me harder against him as our orgasms move through us. Somehow in the midst of it, our mouths find each other, our tongues intertwining as his cock pulses and my pussy flutters in perfect rhythm.
Our bodies slow to a stop and our lips pull apart with a sexy sound and again we’re eye to eye while he’s still inside of me.
Will it always be like this? So intense and passionate? I feel like I can’t breathe sometimes it’s so overwhelming and I feel like I’m going to say something crazy.
Don’t. You. Dare.
I bite down on my bottom lip to stop the intense feelings brought on by the high of the equally intense sex from spilling out of my mouth and I blink away from him. He turns my face back to meet his deep blue gaze. “You are so beautiful.” His voice is low and I feel the words washing over my skin and burrowing deep within.
I fucking melt.
I feel the tingles in my cheeks over his praise. “Thank you.” I try to move away but he holds me in place, my sex still wrapped around his dick.
“Daddy?” He raises an eyebrow and I’m glad he’s broken through the tension.
The tingles turn to flames and I feel them heat for a second before I narrow my eyes. “You didn’t like it?” I ask, even though I know the answer.
He laughs and slides me off of him but keeps me in his arms. “You’re sexy as fuck, you know that? Of course, I fucking liked it.” He nuzzles my cheek. “We should get out though. You need to rest.”
“Will you stay with me?” I ask, still feeling slightly shook up from earlier, though sated and maybe a tad bit clingy over the man that has learned things about me and my body in two days that no one including myself knew.
He nods. “Nothing could keep me away from you right now.”
What a fucking day.
I’m trying not to even think about it because it makes me so fucking irate. That fallen light fixture was heavy and sharp and could have killed someone.
Killed Shay.
I squeeze the woman in my arms tighter and she sighs in her sleep. I haven’t been able to fall asleep even though it claimed her within seconds of resting her head on my chest. I’ve just been staring at the ceiling listening to the sounds of her breathing, ensuring me that she’s alive.
I’d gone to the guesthouse to get some clothes, and per her request, brought one of my t-shirts for her to sleep in. Now she’s pressed up against me in my clothes and no panties much to my dick’s appreciation. Her hair is splayed out over the pillow behind her and her lips have formed a pout, pressed against my bare chest. I cup her face, pressing a kiss to her forehead, and she scrunches her nose before snuggling against me more.
