Page 76 of Call You Mine

It was always so easy. The way we’d tease each other, play our little games in order to seduce one another. Damon and I were always incredibly playful with each other, and I miss that. Now, it just seems like I have to be incredibly cautious around him. That might be because this is no longer just some game. What we’re feeling now is real, at least it is for me. Yet something in me is telling me this is real for Damon too. He’s just too afraid to accept the truth and admit it to himself.

What would that mean to him?To admit he has feelings for me. That for the first time since Scarlett, he’s willing and ready to have a relationship with someone.How would he even do it if he’s had no role model of what a healthy relationship entails?Everything between us changed when I left with Enzo, especially after Enzo had him attacked.

We became strangers. Two people who once knew each other, not the friends we used to be, who became so intimatewith one another it’s as if we lost a part of us when I distanced myself from him.

Looking into the depths of his eyes, I see the truth he’s not willing to accept. It’s written in the dark green shade. It’s haunted my nightmares for so long, the thought that my true happiness has always been so close yet just out of my reach. Because he’s always ensured he could pull away at any moment.

I’ve never felt this vulnerable around any man. But Damon, he’s not just any man, he’s the most intense and frankly intimidating type. Everything about him calls to something so deep inside of me, so primitive and natural. It’s like being around him is equally disconcerting and calming. Like there’s nowhere else I should be, no one else I should be with yet being with him feels so feral.

A fervent need to have him close, to feel his body beneath me, to touch him in every way possible.

“Princess,” he growls under his breath, and I nearly come from just the gravelly low tone of his voice breaking me out of my own thoughts.

“Yes,” I squeal, my voice cracking. I clear my throat, nonchalantly tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, and he just laughs.

A devilishly wicked smirk appears across his lips. “Your horny is showing, Wynter.”

I lick my lips, not trying in the slightest to hide how I’m turned on I am. “Is it now?” I ask, my voice now low and seductive.

Damon stands and slowly heads my way, drinking the espresso in one gulp and handing me the empty cup. Unable to speak without my voice sounding like I’m a young man going through puberty, I take another sip of my drink to keep my mouth busy. Leaning forward, Damon joins me, taking a sip from the edge of the glass, and though I know it’s not to hisliking, he licks his lips before swiping his thumb over my bottom lip. Bringing it to his mouth, he licks clean the small drop of whipped cream that was there, making a satisfied sound before he cups my chin and brings his lips to mine.

“So fucking sweet,” he whispers against my mouth, his hand gripping my waist and holding me in place. Though just as I’m about to deepen our kiss, he releases his hold on me and walks around me, heading straight for the door.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I shout out, without thinking twice.

Damon laughs, a full-blown hysterical laugh emanating from his ribs as he hunches forward. I’m not in any way amused by his teasing. My hands rest on my jutted-out hips as I stare at him, waiting for some form of explanation or apology.

All the fucker does is turn and wink at me, that sinful smirk still teasing me with what could have just happened between us if he wasn’t such a fucking asshole. “I gotta get ready, baby. Don’t we have a party to get to?”

I’m pouting.

There’s really no other word for what I’m currently doing, sitting silently in the passenger seat of Damon’s car, staring out the window like there was something fascinating on the other side, all to avoid his triumphant smirk.

The entire drive down to Sebastian’s beach house has been torture. He knows he won that round earlier this morning in the gym, but my man has no clue what’s in store for him tonight.

Damon is back to playing games, though instead of avoiding me like I assumed he would do, he’s taunting me. Back in the gym, he left me wanting and waiting, only to walk away like itwas no big deal. Then he dressed in the most sinful of outfits—dark ripped jeans and a black T-shirt so tightly fitted around his chest and abdomen. I could practically see the outline of his muscles beneath it. The black ink snaking around his neck and over his arms was enticing to say the least and I’ve wanted to trace every single inch of it with my tongue since the moment he walked out of his bathroom freshly showered. His hair is still wet and disheveled, how it would look if I’d run my fingers through, while his perfectly groomed beard is long enough to leave a mark if it were to rub in between my legs.

Wishful thinking.

Pulling up to the driveway of Sebastian and Jade's house, Damon parks the car, exiting and making his way around to open my door, though I don’t give him the time to do so. Instead, I hop right out as soon as he does, slamming the door shut just as he reaches my side. Without warning, he presses his body into me, pushing me up against the car door as his arms come around on either side of me, caging me in.

“You’re supposed to wait in the car until I open your door like a good little princess,” he says, and I can’t help but roll my eyes at his possessive tone.Yes, sir.Though that’s not what I say.

“I can open my damn door, Damon. No need to get your panties all bunched up.”

He scoffs, a sharp chuckle leaving his lips as he sucks his bottom lip. “The only panties that are about to be bunched up and shoved into my pocket are yours, Princess.” He says the endearing nickname with a bit of edge, so I give him a little attitude of my own.

Leaning up to meet him, I whisper in his ear. “That’s if I were wearing any, baby,” I murmur coyly, though I am in fact wearing some. He doesn’t have to know that.

“Holy shit, get a room you too,” Jade calls out as she opens the front door. “Preferably not one of ours,” she jokes, comingout to meet us. I can’t help but laugh at the deep growl Damon lets out. Guess someone is feeling a little sexually frustrated.

I take advantage of the distraction to push Damon off of me, straightening myself as I head up the steps to the front porch, present in hand. “Thanks again for inviting us, well for allowing me to tag along.”

Jade reaches her arms out and brings me in for a hug. Very unlike her, but given the last few weeks we’ve spent pretty much every weekend together, I’d say we are friends now. “Of course, girl. I’m sorry, but you’re one of us now.”

Damon groans in response as he follows behind me, and I can’t help but notice the way he has to adjust himself as he steps up to Jade. Hmm, looks like someone is finally getting a taste of his own medicine. He embraces his best friend in a hug, though he doesn't look happy by her insinuation that I’m here to stay.

“Oh, quit your pouting, Dragon,” Jade tells him, playfully pushing him off her. “I’m sorry but you have to share your girl with us today.”

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