BethanyThe wind blew around her, tugging at her dress as if urging her to walk farther down the beach. She gave in to the motion and turned away from the party, moving languidly down the stretch of soft sand. She stopped only to remove her sandals, looping her fingers in the straps and letting everything go. Too much had happened too fast. She had a crazy load of shit waiting for her to figure out how to balance the minute she got home as well. A break was in order. She just hoped it wasn't going to be her to shatter."Bethany," Damon called for her, but she kept walking, never picking up her pace nor turning around. He moved up beside her, reaching over and pulling her to a stop."What?" She glanced up at him, her voice far more cold than she wanted it to be."I got pulled into the middle of that shit. Don't be upset, baby.""You had a choice, and you chose. I was in the bathroom for a minute after being accosted by your perfect ex." Bethany shrugged, grateful that anger burned brig
Bethany"No sorries. I would have to give a million too. Just concentrate on right now. Let's me and you stay in the moment together. We'll work through all this shit from our past over a bottle of wine, nudity and a roaring fire at my place when we get home. Deal?" He slid his hands over her rear, tugging at the back of her legs.She wrapped her legs around him, the thick brush of his erection against her center causing her to whimper softly. How he left her needy and undone was a mystery. Bridget had one thing right. Being around Damon did make her feel like a starving hooker. Everything about him lent to the desire to fuck all night, unapologetically."Hold on to me tightly. I want to memorize your curves with my hands, Beth." He pressed his face into the crook of her neck, sucking softly as his fingers ran up and down her back, over her hips to her breasts. "So damn hot. I swear I almost came just watching you dancing in your sexy little dress tonight.""I was hoping you'd like it
BethanyBethany woke to the smell of coffee. She turned on her side and squinted against the bright light coming through the open glass doors. He stood with his back to her, his blue slacks on and torso bare. She laid there for a few minutes, studying him.Beautiful. He turned and smiled. "I thought I heard your breathing change a little. You sleep good?""I did." She moved up to her elbow and let the cover drop from her breasts.He set his coffee down and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, pulling her into his arms and pressing his lips to hers in a long kiss. "I made you some coffee. Strong and thick like you like it.""That's how I like my men. My coffee I'll take anyway it comes." She smirked as he lifted his eyebrow at her."Your man, not men. You're officially off the market, Miss Thing." He leaned down and kissed her again before getting up and walking back to the kitchen. "Go get in the shower and let's get the day started. There are a few more things to do for the ceremony
Bethany"Just memories of Bethany being young and wanting to be a princess."Patty lifted her drink into the air. "For a new beginning for my big sister. I don't know anyone who deserves it more than you.""For my mom, who has shown me that one thing has the power to cure all hurts, all hang-ups, and all heartbreaks. Love. May it follow you everywhere for as long as you live."Her mom nodded, tears dripping down her face as they hit their glasses together carefully."No more tears." Bethany reached for a box of Kleenex and passed them out. "Only happy times now.""Speaking of happy times and princesses," Patty paused, snorting as she shook her head. "You remember getting our asses whooped for getting into momma's expensive make-up and dressing up like hookers?""Oh my God. We did." Her mother laughed, Patty joining her.Bethany lifted her glass again. "I knew I got it from somewhere... blame my mother.""For what?" Patty lifted her eyebrow."For everything." Bethany smirked and took a
BethanyThe sun filtered through the blinds, filling the room with a warm glow and pulling Bethany from the best sleep she could remember having. Damon was on his stomach, his arms above his head, muscles defined and skin sun-kissed. She moved closer, unable to help herself.Her left finger held the promise of forever, but her heart ached at the possibility of something happening to them. The engagement had happened so fast, and yet it was right. She pulled the ring closer to her face and studied it as he groaned softly in his sleep. The sound of him enjoying something in his dream caused her heart to flutter.How could a man like him want a simple girl like her?He was wealth, and she was poverty.He was beautiful, and she was plain.But it didn't matter. Nothing did but the fact that they were going to be together. They would figure out the crazy details later when they were back home and in the comfort of their own environment. She wouldn’t let anything come between us. No matter w
Damon"Wait. You what?" Kendal's eyes widened as he sat across the table from Damon the next day. "What the hell were you thinking? It's been, what, three weeks?"Damon shrugged and pulled the black napkin down into his lap, ignoring his closest friend's concerns. Beth was the woman for him, and there wasn't any going back from that decision. He'd measured her attitude, her drive, her hunger in the office and the bedroom and seen the signs of success in all areas.She was going to be his forever, whether that started now or in five years. She’d spent the night wrapped around him after the long-ass flight back to the States. She fit – perfectly beside him. "Just know sometimes." He nodded to the waiter who hovered beside them, the poor idiot looking like he'd just swallowed something poisonous. "Pour.""Of course, Sir." The guy picked up the open bottle of red wine on the table and tipped it up to fill Damon's glass."No, you don't just know. You've never had a solid relationship in y
DamonHe pulled out his phone and flipped through a few of the pictures they'd taken on their vacation as he let out a long breath.Long brown hair and green eyes that captivated him. A small waist and huge tits that took up most of his palm. He closed his eyes and dropped his phone back into his pocket as his body woke up. He didn't care how fast things had gone. He'd give anything to hang on to the feeling she left him with - pay any price.They could get to know each other over the next year and figure things out slowly, but no one unwrapped a package they didn't first purchase. That was Bethany. He'd put himself into wanting to try something more than a fuck-buddy relationship with her, and now it was time to be deliberate in learning about her, figuring out what made her tick.He opened his eyes and pursed his lips as his pulse spiked. He'd popped the question simply because he didn't want to lose her. She was beyond worried about them being siblings, but it was an invalid concer
BethanyThe large diamond sitting on her hand seemed surreal. Had Damon really proposed after three weeks? Warmth flooded her over the thought, quickly followed by a million reasons why he might decide his offer was a mistake. The man was as fickle as any she'd ever met but so worth the effort. Having been raised to be independent and fight for everything, she wasn't used to wanting to belong to anyone or anything, but Damon was different.Belonging to him felt good, right. Like he might have the ability to patch the holes in her past and give her a future that looked far brighter than the one she was forcing herself into. Work was going to become her only focus, much as school had been for the last four years.A knock at the apartment door caused her to jump. Krista was still in jail, and though Bethany should have visited her close friend, she simply didn't have much to say to the other girl. Having lived together for four years and not knowing that Krista was manic bipolar was beyo