“So fucking much, and now that I’ve had a taste, I’m going to want it again, and again, and again.”
“Please.”
“What do you want, baby?” he asked.
“You. Please fuck me, Damon.”
This time, he didn’t make her wait. He held on to her hips and pounded inside her, fucking her hard and fast. Her pussy tightened around him as a little mini-orgasm came, setting off his own release.
He slammed balls deep inside her. His cum exploded inside her waiting cunt, drinking him up, and he relished every second as she took it.
Teri drained him, and afterward, he collapsed with her in his arms. His dick still deep inside her but softening by the second.
It didn’t take him long to catch his breath. He kissed her shoulder.
“I’ve got to go and open up the diner.”
Damon eased out of her, wishing he had the time to see his cum spilling from her pussy lips.
He pressed a kiss to her stomach. In the back of his mind, he prayed she’d be pregnant.
Pixie had really fucked with his head. What kind of man wanted to force a pregnancy on a woman to keep her?
You do, asshole.
“I’m going to make you breakfast.”
“You are?”
“Yes. Get dressed. I’ll meet you down in the kitchen.” He tugged on a pair of sweats, aware of his cock still slightly wet from Teri’s pussy, but he didn’t care.
With the sweats on, he made his way downstairs and went to the kitchen.
Opening up the fridge, he took a glance inside, seeing the bare minimum for him to work with. This was what he liked. He often ate at the diner, or at the club, rarely spending time at his home.
With Teri belonging to him, or at least them on the right path of her being his, he intended to spend a lot more time here.
His cooking skills weren’t great, but he made good pancakes, which was what he got to making as he waited for Teri to arrive.
She entered the kitchen as he’d plated up the first two pancakes. The first one was a mess, and he always ate that one as the cook’s perk.
“Here you go,” he said.
“Wow, breakfast made for me. It has been some time since this has happened.” She sat at the kitchen counter, and he poured some heated maple syrup all over, waiting.
She took a bite and smiled. “They’re really good.”
He winked at her.
“Do you cook often?”
“Hell, no. Just be grateful you got these.”
She chuckled. “Not keen on cooking?”
“Love to eat. Hate to cook. But I can make you breakfast whenever you want.”
“You know, a girl could get used to this.”
That was exactly what he wanted.
“What are your plans this evening?” he asked.
Teri wrinkled her nose. “Kitty’s coming over to the apartment. She has three people in mind to take her place.”
Damon made a note of checking to see who Kitty thought was suitable. None of them were going to be men.
“How about I come over after, or during? I can help you pick out a new roommate.” He’d also be able to mark his territory in case Kitty, for some odd reason, picked a guy.
“You want to come and see us with a roommate?” she asked.
He shrugged. “Why not? It’ll be fun.”
Teri sighed. “If that is what you want, but do you want me to make dinner? I can have a lasagna cooking at the diner and bring it home. Anna will be home with Cole.”
“I’ve got no problem with either of them. Did you know every time you say their names, you have a smile on your face?”
“I do?”
He nodded.
“They’re good people. I’m glad Kitty didn’t allow me to stop her from taking the room at the apartment. She’s good.”
He laughed. Now this, he could get used to.
****
Teri saw how upset Anna was.
Her friend had a meeting with David over lunch and since then, she’d been filled with nerves.
David wanted to be part of Cole’s life. The man, who in the beginning wanted nothing to do with the child he helped to make, now wanted to be part of it.
Teri would never understand men.
“I … what do I do?”
“We can go to James. He will know what to do.”
“I can’t do that. I must talk to a lawyer or something.” She sniffled. “Oh, Teri, what am I going to do?”
Teri pulled her into her arms, holding her close. There were no words right now, and she was so pissed with herself for not thinking of what to say or what to do.
Pushing the hair off of Anna’s face, Teri smiled. “What you’re going to do is not panic. Now, there’s not a whole lot of customers here. Do you think you can handle the shop while I go speak to James?”
“Teri, please, you don’t need to do that. I can figure this out.”
“You’re not alone. The club will help.”