Damon's Challenge(27)

“Where’s Andy?” he asked.

“He went out. The workers were here, and he couldn’t stick around. I’m sorry.” Leaning back, he kissed her lips.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about.” He took her hand, leading her upstairs to the bathroom through the main bedroom. Handing her the kit, he sat down on the edge of the bed, waiting.

Ten minutes later she came out.

“I’m pregnant. It’s positive. Don’t leave. Please, Andy would hate me if you left.” She collapsed to her knees, and Damon panicked.

Going to her, he lifted her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed. Settling on the edge, he hugged her close, stroking her hair as he did.

“I’m not leaving, Meredith. I was worried in case you and Andy wanted me gone.” She shook her head.

“No, Damon, we don’t want you to leave. Andy’s in love with you. I’m in love with you.”

He closed his eyes at her outburst. Damon hoped her words were true and not spoken within the moment. He was totally in love with both of them, and neither of them had the first clue how he felt.

“A baby would never change how I feel. I’ve got nothing to hold on to with either of you. You’re married, and I could never break that up, not even if I wanted to, which I don’t.” He pushed the hair off her shoulder. The auburn locks tested his control. He wanted to wrap them around his fist and tug on the length.

Stay calm.

“Do you want a baby?” she asked, looking up at him.

“I didn’t think I did.” He laid a hand on her stomach. “I’m actually looking forward to being here watching you bloom.” Damon stroked a hand down her stomach and going further to cup her mound. “I could never give you up, Meredith.”

“Damon.” She spoke his name with a moan.

“Call me Sir.” He nibbled her neck feeling his arousal grow with every passing second.

“Sir.”

He got hard instantly at the title. Over the last month he’d been testing the waters of her submission. He understood Andy a lot more as the other man was older and far more experienced. Damon and Andy were the same age of thirty-five, but Meredith was a good ten years younger.

She wasn’t used to letting go or giving herself over to the pleasure.

“I need you, Meredith.”

“Yes, Damon. Please.” She cried out as he tore the dress she was wearing from her body. He got her naked and placed her on the bed underneath him. Damon left her long enough to rid himself of his clothes before settling between her spread thighs. Her pussy was shining, and he tested her slickness to see if she was ready for him.

Her whimper and heat let him know she was. Gripping the base of his shaft, he guided himself to her core and slammed in deep. She clawed at his back, groaning as he hit the hilt inside her.

He took hold of her hands, locking them to the bed as he pulled out of her sopping cunt. She tried to thrust up to meet him, but he held her steady.

“Stay still,” he said. “I’m the one in charge. I’m the one fucking you.”

Keeping her hands beside her head, he moved his hips driving in hard and deep. Her walls quivered around him. Damon wouldn’t let up. He fucked her hard and rough, giving her what she needed.

“Fuck, you’re so tight and hot.”

Moving her hands so he could hold both of hers in one of his, he reached down to stroke her clit. She splintered apart with two strokes of his fingers. He released her hands, gripped her hips and pounded inside, pouring all the love and need into his thrusts.

She came apart underneath him, screaming his name.

Damon broke as he poured his cum into her body, holding her tight. There was no way he was letting her or Andy go. He’d do everything in his power to protect them. The only choice left open to him was to tell them and show them both he was meant to stay.

Kissing the top of her head, he pulled her in tight. Her pussy squeezed his dick tight.

“I love you, Damon,” she said, whispering the words.

God, he hoped so.





Chapter Six

The night was cold, and he walked inside to see Damon serving up the casserole Meredith had made. Andy saw his wife was not in sight. He was still angry at Damon for yelling and storming out early that morning. His anger had been with him all day, and he wasn’t ready to let the anger go. Damon was a selfish bastard.

Consoling his woman had been hard to do considering she thought it was her fault she was pregnant. The blame was entirely at his feet. He’d forgotten the condoms, and now she was pregnant with either his or Damon’s baby. Andy didn’t care who had gotten her pregnant. He cared about the tears she’d spilt because of Damon’s actions.