Page 16 of Call You Mine

Without saying a word, he slowly tugs my thong down my legs, scattering soft kisses down my legs before loweringhis mouth to my pussy, replacing his fingers with his tongue, applying slightly more pressure against my clit.

It’s been so long since I’ve felt a man’s tongue on me, even longer since one made me come this way. I ache for him to swipe his tongue through my folds, licking and sucking the way only he knows how to do.

But just when I think he’s going to give me what I want, what I need, he stops releasing me.

“If we go there, Wyn, there’s no going back,” he murmurs against my pussy. “I don’t want that.”

A metaphorical ice-cold bucket of water falls over me at his rejection, making me hop off the counter immediately. “Well then, let's not make that same mistake again. Thanks for playing Dr. Damon, but I’m done being your pity project.” I grab the shirt from the counter but don’t bother putting it back on yet, nor do I grab my thong from the floor. “I’m exhausted, so if you don’t mind, I’m going to bed.”

“Wyn,” he says, reaching out for me but I jump back before he can grab me.

“Don’t,” I call out, my gaze warning him away. “Thanks for letting me stay, but I don’t owe you any answers for it. If that’s what you expect in return for what just almost happened, then I’ll do us both a favor and leave now.”

Frustrated and a little uneasy, he runs a hand through his tousled locks. “Just go to bed. We have a long day tomorrow, anyway.”

“Tomorrow?” I ask, unsure what he means.

“Stella’s wedding?” he asks, as if it should mean something. “I know she invited you. She told me she had, but you hadn’t responded. I’m the best man. I figured now that you’re back, you would be going.”

Shit. I shake my head. “I forgot it was tomorrow.” He’s right. I had received the invitation but hadn’t bothered respondingsince it was unlikely I would make the trip back home. But all of that was before. Regardless, I can’t go. Not looking like I’d just been attacked, along with the cuts and bruises to prove it. “I can’t go,” I say when I catch him waiting for a response.

His eyes stay focused on mine, although I’m standing before him in nothing but a bra.

“Why not?” he asks. “You've told me yourself in the past you regret the way things ended between you two. This is the perfect opportunity for you to make amends, Wyn.”

“Damon, look at me.” He does, raising a brow in question. “I have bruises over my face and neck, cuts along my chest. I can’t go out in public, especially not around friends and family.”

A low chuckle escapes him. “You’re a chick. I’m sure makeup fixes all that shit.”

I roll my eyes at his ignorance. “It’s not that simple. People will start asking questions and they'll notice something is wrong. I don’t think I could handle it.”

He scoffs, turning away from me as he runs a hand through his beard. “Stop making excuses, Wynter. Stella deserves to have the perfect day. She’s marrying my best friend and if you're not up for it, then don’t go.”

I shake my head. “I want to go, Damon. I do, but I can’t. I’m not sure I can fake being okay. Not yet.”

He turns away from me completely, about to retreat the way he first came. “Whatever.”

“Unless…” I mutter, an idiotic thought fluttering in my mind. It’s ridiculous enough it might actually work.

“Unless what?”

I smile wide, unable to hold it in. “Unless you go with me.”

Confused, he shakes his head, staring at me like I’m speaking another language. “I’m going. I told you I’m the best man.”

“No, I mean go with me…as in be my date?”

A loud laugh escapes him, and it’s kind of hard not to feel outright offended. “Come on Wyn, stop playing games.”

“I’m not. Look Damon, I want to go, I do, but I’m afraid everyone will see right through my lies. Ace, Stella, everyone will know something’s wrong the moment they see me and my mask isn’t perfectly in place. I don’t think I can fake that right now, but if I’m hooked on your arm, they won’t pay attention to it. They’ll be too busy, too stunned, trying to figure out why the hell we’re there together.”

“That’s some fucked up logic, Wyn. Not to mention just plain crazy.”

“Crazy enough it might work?” I say, with a hint of humor. Yes, he’s right, it’s a fucking crazy idea not only showing up together but pretending like it’s nothing out of the ordinary. I can already picture the smoke coming out of my brother’s ears. Not that he has the right to care, but I can’t imagine it would be a welcome surprise given Damon’s history with his wife.

Damon shakes his head, but a hint of a smile, a glimpse of curiosity, appears on his lips for a second before disappearing once again. “On one condition,” he says, and I can’t hide the sudden excitement that brings me.

I’m eager to hear what he has to say, a bit too eager I forget I’m standing practically naked in front of him. It’s not until his eyes lock on my chest and lower to my bare pussy that I take a step back.

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