Damon's Challenge(12)

The bed dipped, and she found Damon staring down at her. He’d moved from the chair in the corner. “I’m not going to take your husband away. Andy is not going anywhere.”

His words hit her hard. How could she believe him? Yesterday she’d caught her husband going down on him. How was she to believe that kicking her out next wasn’t on the list of things to do?

“I’m not going anywhere, babe. I could never leave you. I would never want to leave you at all.”

She felt her lip quiver as emotion swamped her. This was not what she’d been expecting.

“I’ve got to get up and do some breakfast. The ranch hands need to eat.” She struggled in Andy’s arms. He held her tight refusing to let go.

“You don’t need to go anywhere. The ranch hands didn’t make it in. The snow fell thick and fast last night. We’re all alone on the ranch,” Damon said. “We can do this all day and night.”

Letting out a breath, she stared at Damon.

“You’re a submissive.”

“What?”

“While we’ve been waiting for you to wake up, Andy’s been telling me all about you. He was your first man.”

Her cheeks heated at his words. “There’s no shame in being your Dom’s first.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“From the moment we first met I knew you were a submissive at heart. You bowed your head and took orders. There’s a part of you that needs, craves to be controlled.” Damon took her hand.

She hated how nice his hand felt over hers.

What’s wrong with me?

Meredith wanted to scream at the unfairness of it all. The man who was taking her husband away but not taking her husband away gave her comfort when she really didn’t want it. She was so confused.

“Don’t fight it. I’m not going to let you go or to hide from what I can give you,” Damon said.

“Listen to him, honey. He’s not going to do anything you don’t want. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” Andy kissed the side of her face.

Fight this.

She didn’t want to fight all the time.

“I’m just going to come out and say it, Meredith. I can see you’re struggling with the fight.” Damon cupped the side of her face. Tears sprang to her eyes at the unfairness of it all. “I’m a Dom, baby. Andy is a Switch. He can be either a Dom or a submissive, but you, honey, you’re a submissive deep down inside. Do you know what I’m saying?”

Meredith bit her lip. She knew what they were saying. Over the years she’d seen other couples in a similar lifestyle, and she wasn’t blind to the media either. BDSM was all the rage at the moment.

“I know what it means.” She forced the words out even though she wanted to keep them to herself. Her love life with Andy had been wonderful even when something had been missing. Neither of them could satisfy the other’s craving.

“Let her go,” Damon said.

Andy’s arms went lax, and she struggled to sit up. The blanket fell to her waist. She didn’t try to cover herself as she looked at Damon. He hadn’t moved away either. Andy sat up in bed. He was wearing clothes as well.

“Did you wake up before me?”

“Breakfast is waiting for you downstairs.” Damon took one of her hands in his. “We didn’t want to give you a moment to escape. We’re going to handle this, and then we’re going to see where this goes.”

“I need to go to the bathroom.” She wanted to get away from them. The more they touched her, the harder it was for her to resist them.

Damon tugged the blanket off her. He didn’t release her hand at all. She tried to pull away, but he kept holding onto her. He helped her to the door. “We’ll give you privacy.”

She closed the door and faced her reflection in the mirror. Her pulse was hammering in her chest and throat. Easing a hand between her thighs she felt the heat pooling there. She was slick to the touch. Two men she should hate were wrecking her mind and body.

Give them a chance to explain.

Shaking her head, she went to the toilet. When she was finished she washed her hands, brushed her teeth, and combed her hair. The bathroom was small and didn’t have all the facilities for an adult. She’d kitted the room out yesterday for all of her things.

“We’re waiting for you, Meredith.” Damon’s voice came through the door.

Another wave of arousal hit her. The negligee she was wearing showed off her hard nipples. The negligee was a gift from Andy last Christmas. She loved the feel of the silk against her body. No, she shouldn’t be doing this.

Opening the door, she stopped as Damon leaned against the doorframe. His arms were folded displaying the thick coils of muscle she loved to look at.