Page 34 of Filthy and the Beast

Last night.

Everything hits me at once. I sit up, sweating. I had no intention of doingthatwith Damian. But it was like someone flipped a switch. Suddenly, what we were both thinking about became clear, and then we had no choice but to do it.

Heat flows through my body like lava. Damian was soft everywhere. Even his rigid cock was silky in my hand and thrusting across my lips.

My dick grows hard.

The implications are getting difficult to ignore.

Still in my boxers, I rub my hand across my face, swing my feet off the bed, and trudge toward the garden, the girls at my feet. It’s a cool fall morning, and I grumble and stretch in the morning light, trying to wake my brain up, cycling through sensations I don’t understand.

Fear. Need. Hunger.

And constant thrills, like lightning bolts up my spine.

I’m surprised by myself, maybe a little proud, too. Something is waking up in me, buried deep in a well and forgotten about.

It feels good.

Then the meeting with Buck flashes back, a reminder of my dismal prospects for a return to the ring. The shitty cage-fighting offer, old threats from the fixers, all of it sucks. I remember yelling at Damian when I first got back home, and my shoulders sink.

Fuck me.

What am I going to say to Damian when I see him today? How am I supposed to act?

“Morning, sunshine.”

“Shit!” I startle and turn. He’s down the garden path with a cup of coffee, wearing sweatpants with his dragon t-shirt and an unzipped pink hoodie. Flashing me an easy smile, the sunlight glints off his glasses.

Should have put pants on. Feel naked.

A lot less naked than last night, though.

Fuck.

I swallow. “Morning.”

Immediately, the dogs run over to Damian. He drops down on his knees, giving them each an equal amount of pets and greetings.

My chest hurts again.

“Quite a night.” With a mischievous smile, his eyes tilt up to me. When he finishes rubbing Mirabelle’s belly, he stands again. “I slept like a log, too.”

I grunt, not sure what to say.

“Yeah,” I manage. “Slept good.”

Damian walks over to me, crossing the path. “We’re not supposed to work out for a couple of hours, but since we’re both up early, want to share some breakfast? I was considering pancakes.” He pauses a couple feet away, grinning. “A little morning processing over coffee?” When my face falls, he laughs. “Or we can hold off on the recap, if you need to wake up more first.”

Recap?

We’re supposed to fucking talk about it?

“Uh…” I rub the heel of my hand against my eye, stalling for time. “Pancakes. Pancakes?”

I had sex with a man last night. With Damian. And now he’s standing in front of me with the dogs at his feet, right beside my favorite shrub, looking cute.

A chickadee sings out from the back of the garden.

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