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.”
I blinked, trying to process what he said, and I realized the feeling I’d registered earlier.
“I’m sorry, Damon, but I can’t promise you that. Why do I have to choose? My heart is capable of a lot of love.”
His face screwed up, and he withdrew. “Don’t tell me you want what your crazy little friend has? I saw her with those two guys on the dance floor.”
I turned, not caring I was naked, planting my hands on my hips. “She actually has three boyfriends, and yeah, if I had the chance, I’d take it. Love doesn’t have to be only one way. There are people in my life that have already claimed a piece of my heart. I might not ever see them again, but I can’t tell you that I wouldn’t want to be with them if they walked through that door right now, because I would.”
Damon stared at me for a long moment, pulling his pants up and putting his shirt back on. I gathered my clothes, too, not wanting to be naked now that it was apparent this was stopping.
“I thought the whole slut thing was a phase, but I guess I was wrong. Don’t worry about firing me. I quit.”
He opened the door, slamming it shut, and I stood there staring, wondering what the hell had just happened.
* * *
A few months later
Dragging my feet, I tried to convince myself it was only a few more steps. The past few months had been miserable, and I didn’t know what I was even doing here anymore. My job was a job. My friends were gone. And I didn’t even want to hook up with anyone after the failed attempt with Damon. I needed a change. I just needed to figure out where. I’d even gone to the bank and cleaned out the safe deposit box in preparation. Something had kept holding me back from loading up my car and driving to wherever my car took me.
But I didn’t think I could wait on whatever it was any longer. I needed a change of scenery.
Opening my apartment, a voice called out to me when I turned on the lights.
“Darcie.”
I screamed, dropped my phone, and rushed to the man currently bleeding out in my kitchen. Seemed like change had just waltzed through my door.
Diary #14
Dear Mom,