All Chapters of Demanding All Of You: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

DamionI was looking forward to a day spent with Alex. I had dropped Oliver off at school and come straight home to put on a fresh pot of coffee. I was hoping our day wouldn’t be all work and no play. Yesterday had been good for us. It gave me a chance to see the woman in a new light. I understood her a lot more than I had before. Her hesitation to get involved in a relationship was easier to understand. I hoped she understood a little more about me as well.It was a big step in what I hoped was the right direction for the both of us. She alone could make me want to stay in Geraldine. With her by my side, I would be willing to put in the long hours on the farm if I could crawl in bed with her at night.Oliver would love to have her in his life. I could see us spending a lot more time together and maybe even doing some traveling during the summer. I knew I was getting ahead of myself. I knew it and yet, I didn’t stop myself from dreaming of a normal life with a whole family instead of

Alex “Where?” I breathed against his lips. It was the only word I managed to get out before his mouth covered mine again.“Bedroom,” he answered, his lips moving against mine.I felt and heard the front door open and then slam behind us. In a very short few seconds, we were moving into his room. I gasped when he dropped me on the bed, bouncing once before his body covered mine, pinning me to the mattress below.His hands were everywhere at the same time. I had triggered a response in him that I could have never predicted. His mouth covered mine, swallowing me whole. It was like he couldn’t get enough between his hands and his mouth. The weight of his body over mine was intense, his hips rocking against me, dry fucking through the denim.His mouth moved over my chin, biting as he moved for my neck. It was like being attacked by a vampire, the sexy kind. Every nibble was like a direct hit to my clit. I gasped, moaning with need.“Play with fire,” he growled next to my ear.“Going to ge

DamionA cold chill washed over my naked body as I stood in my bedroom staring at the door she’d just walked out of. “What the fuck?” I breathed.I couldn’t explain it. I knew she’d come over wanting sex. She’d admitted as much. Was she pissed I had taken her up on the offer? I knew she enjoyed herself. Hell, she’d screamed my name. She’d come hard, harder than any woman I had ever been with. I’d rocked her world. I wasn’t being egotistical. I was being honest. She’d come apart in my arms and it had been magical. Mind-blowing. Best. Sex. Ever.And then she left. Not left. She’d run out of my house like the hounds of hell were on her heels. I slowly redressed, trying to figure out what the hell had happened. I understood she had some issues. I got it. It wasn’t like I had proposed marriage. I wanted to know she was my girlfriend. I needed that kind of honesty and commitment. If we weren’t together, I had to believe she would take any job that came her way and up and leave me again.I h

AlexI was a pouty mess. I hated feeling down. It wasn’t a feeling I appreciated. I knew some people liked to wallow in their misery and stuff their faces with ice cream while watching a sappy movie, but that wasn’t me. I was more of a pull up the boots and the big girl panties and move on. I had to stay moving. I could outrun the sadness if I just stayed busy. At least, that was what I had liked to think.My method of outrunning the feelings that came with being all alone wasn’t working. The melancholy had caught up to me and was pulling me down fast. My first reaction to the feeling of being sucked into a pit of sadness was to look for a job. I reached out to a couple of the farms that had contacted me, letting them know I was available.I was waiting to hear back from one of them. I was confident I would, but it wasn’t happening fast enough. The house was too small for me. I was going stir crazy, caught up in a sea of feelings that were very uncomfortable.When I heard the knock on

DamionI got up early, butterflies in my stomach that left me feeling anxious. My life was going to change, which meant Oliver’s life would change. I wanted to make him a nice breakfast. It would make the news I had to tell him a little easier for him to handle. I hoped anyway. I had held off on saying anything until I knew for sure. I had gotten the email late last night. Things were happening and they were happening fast. I figured there was no point in dragging anything out. It was like pulling off a band-aid in one fell swoop. I preferred to get it over with, rather than let the pain and suffering linger.I flipped the pancake in the pan, checked it and slid it onto a plate. “Oliver, breakfast is ready,” I announced.I was waiting for him to tell me it was too early. I was about twenty minutes ahead of our regular schedule. I wanted to give us some time to talk and answer any questions he had about our new plan. I had woken him up early and got him moving. I was glad he was a morn