Page 50 of Music City Diaries

Hanging up the phone, I was glad that Lennox and her guys were safe. I couldn’t believe that Thane had turned out to be a psycho stalker. I guess it showed people could pretend to be whoever they wanted.

Lennox told me she was staying in Bowling Green, KY to be closer to her family and help Slade with the opening of the new shop. Despite the crazy stalker, she’d gotten her happily ever after with her three guys. I was happy for my best friend, and thankful she was close, so I could visit her whenever I needed to get away.

But I missed her. We’d become soul sisters in such a short time, and now I felt lonely without her.

After the fallout with Cam Girls, Candi had shacked up with her sugar daddy and rarely went out anymore. I wasn’t sure if she was embarrassed or just not interested in that lifestyle since she was all loved up.

In a way, I couldn’t blame her, but I missed her friendship, too.

With both of them gone, I only had my job, which was becoming less and less fun.

“Damon, can I speak with you, please?” I asked, already hating this conversation. He looked at me, gritting his teeth, but followed.

Once he walked into the office, I closed the door and stayed standing. He glared at me, not saying a word. I sighed, not moving. He wasn’t going to use his height to intimidate me.

“Do you know why I asked you back here?”

“Because you drew the short straw?” he asked.

“Sort of. I’m also the only one not scared of you. You’ve been here longer than any of us and we let you take the most leeway with everything. You call in at least once a week. You pass off your closing duties and never pick up extra shifts. You’re grumpy most of the time, and if you weren’t hot, I doubt you’d get any tips. You’re a good bartender, but you have horrible customer service skills. Quite frankly, I’m not sure why you stay at this job that you clearly hate.” I stared at him, my breathing heavy as Ilaid it all out. I found it was always better to be slightly angry with Damon, so he couldn’t catch you off guard with his own.

He took a step forward, and I realized my mistake of staying against the door. I’d blocked his exit, but it also allowed him to trap me against it. Damon towered over me, bracing his hands against the door, glaring daggers at me.

“You know why I stay.”

“No, I don’t.” I crossed my arms, pushing him a little away from me.

“Do you know why I call in? Why I can barely stand to be here some days but can’t seem to stay away?”

“No, but I’d like to know. Maybe then we can find a solution.”

His hand gripped my chin, tilting it up. “The only solution is this.” His lips slammed down on mine, and it was a kiss to change the world. My body pressed into his, my hands threading through his hair, feeling the small hairs tickle the palm of my hand. He lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around him as he continued to devour me against the door.

“Wait, you hate me.Wehate each other.”

“No, Darcie, I only hate myself for letting my brother get his hands on you first. I’m not boyfriend material, but I can’t seem to quit thinking about you. I don’t even need this job, but I stay because of you. It eats me up to see you going home with all of these losers every night instead of me, but I don’t say anything, too scared I’d lost my chance all those years ago.”

“You’re an idiot.”

I pulled him back to me, needing his lips on mine like I needed oxygen. His hands started to unbutton my shirt, and I grabbed at him, needing to feel his skin. His mouth began to plant hot, open-mouth kisses on my body, and I couldn’t take it any longer. I dropped to the ground, pulling my shorts off in one go, unbuckling his belt. He turned me, pulling my head back to look at him.

“I don’t do soft, sweetheart. I’m nothing like my brother.”

“Good. Your bother was shit at fucking.”

Damon smiled, and I realized it was one of the only full ones I’d ever seen. It caught me off guard, so when he slammed into me, I screamed, my eyes rolling back. His hand clamped down around my lips, and I bit into his fingers. He kept my head pulled back, maintaining eye contact as he pounded into me.

The Salvatore brothers didn’t seem to like foreplay, but I suppose Damon and I had been teasing one another for years. The fact he slid in so smoothly, my wetness already dripping for him, was a testament to that fact.

“You’re mine now, Darcie. Do you understand?”

I couldn’t answer him, his cock too deep as he plunged in and out. Something felt wrong with agreeing, so I managed to only moan out my pleasure.

“Darcie?”

“No. I don’t belong to anyone.”

He stopped mid-thrust. “I’m not going to share you, Darcie. It’s either me or nothing.”

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