CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR — I have waited for this far too long

Damian looked at the lady with interest. Was she here out of coincidence, or was this the person he was supposed to be meeting? “Ainsley?” he called, standing up. If he was meeting her, she looked as much as surprised too. Obviously, she didn’t know she was meeting him too. “How are you here?” his mind went in circles. He had so many things to say, so many questions to ask. Screw questions. I miss her, he muttered and pulled her to himself and kissed her passionately. Holding her head in place, he forgot about the vicinity and crowd, which there wasn’t. His sloppy kisses were met with equal fervour as Ainsley let him in. His tongue darted in and out of her mouth. She sucked him, too, loving how he invaded her warmth.

Ainsley pulled away to breathe in. “How I’ve missed you.” she confessed, unable to hold back. He smiled and let her off briefly. “We should sit.” She suggested because her legs wobbled. The passionate kiss left her weak. Grabbing the seat, albeit gently despite her weakness, she smiled shakily and sat down.

Taking the seat beside her too, he sat down, “I miss you more, babe.” he said, leaning over to nibble her neck. She let him do that briefly before she turned slightly. Her mouth found and captured his mouth.

Bonnie and Clyde got to the venue a bit late. The ladies were something else. Because they were served more dollars than they’d seen in their lives, they had insisted on a good round during the drive here. Who were the merry men to reject that? So, of course, they agreed. By the time they dropped off the girls, the men were dripping literally.

“Shall we now?” asked Clyde, wiping off his mouth.

“Sure.” replied Bonnie.

The drive to the Eatery had been slow and enjoyable. Half of the drive, they were exhausted and a bit sleepy. So, when they got down and found the couple they were to help save in a locked embrace, they took some steps back to watch. “Well, it looks like our work here is done.”

“Certainly looks that way to me.” replied Bonnie. Still, they approached the couple. “Hello, love birds.” he greeted.

Damian saw his friend and instantly stood up. He had been trying to get his hands on the brats for a while. But he had been so busy and certainly felt he needed to sort out things with Ainsley first. He could have had James drag them to his office or use other extreme measures. But he could do that after. Now that they were here, he felt like tearing them apart, limb by limb. Grabbing both men by their collar, he yelled, “You caused this.”

“Relax.” Bonnie chuckled. “It was fun.”

“It was a bet is what this is.” Clyde laughed, “Honestly, when he told me you were in love.” he looked at Ainsley with amusement. She was exquisite. He could see why their friend would be head over heels in love with the pretty damsel. “We wanted to know who the woman is.”

“More like if I told the truth.” Bonnie interrupted. “He didn’t believe me, you see.”

Damian watched both men, and his anger rose. “Stop it.” he yelled, “So you played a game with my emotions?” he was pretty irritated with his friends.

“You use to like that.” Clyde said quietly, “It wasn’t supposed to go this far, anyway. We just wanted to be sure he.” he pointed at his friend, “I wanted to be sure he was right, that you love someone. It’s not like we could ask.” He snickered and stepped back as his friend pretended to throw a punch.

“No, we couldn’t.” Bonnie chipped in. smiling as Damian seemed to grow calm. There was no bet involved, and they were all just playing. The picture had been a coincidence. “You used to love it.” The man they knew would have a hard time telling a woman he was in love with her. Even though he fought hard not to fall in love, it was evident in his eyes that he was. The way he looked at Ainsley was all it. But knowing him, he would be content with speaking with his emotions rather than his words. That was their assignment here tonight. Axel had made it plain and simple. MAKE HIM SAY HE LOVES HER. THAT IS HIS REDEMPTION. The fact that Damian had a rough love life was an understatement. His heart was broken by his lover once. No, his sugar mommy. For some insane reason, he had fallen in love with an older woman living next building. The woman had used the young boy’s novice for ripping him off so much, money and valuables. And when she was done, she left him wounded and heartbroken while her family lived on what she had salvaged from him. Subsequently, girls, he dates, as he would later realize, all wanted him for one thing or another. Sex, money, gifts. Nobody wanted him for his emotional gift. They wanted something they could cart away.

Then his father wanted to hand him the musical company right about then, and he knew he would suck at it. He had seen himself as nothing but a pimp. Some guy women would always want something from then they leave. So, handling a company wasn’t in anyone’s interest. And to complicate things, the sugar mommy’s husband was a musician too. Though he died shortly after, he never could get it. She had used him to fund his career, and then he died. Because of her, music hurts him. The songs they listened to together became tangled in her. She lived in those songs. He couldn’t listen to them without remembering what they had done once or twice while the music played.

Alternately, he stopped caring altogether. Since women wanted something from him other than his heart, he let them have it. Whatever they needed, he gave them. Then he became famous for it. The media nicknamed him the hardcore playboy, known for his ruthlessness when cutting off his relationships with the opposite sex. But no one saw the broken heart behind the heartbreaks and the loneliness that lurks deep within. That was deeply buried where nobody could find it.

Bonnie and Clyde had been part of the fun. So, they knew a bit about him and what he did. It was just like their friend not to admit his feelings. They weren’t surprised when his father had called in that favour. And now, they were here just for that. Bonnie stepped forward, “It used to be fun” he pressed.

“You’re right.” he said to both Bonnie and Clyde, calming down considerably. This would have been fun had the circumstances been different. He was a playboy, after all. But now, he was a changed man. Ainsley had changed him. “She changed me.” he said, taking his woman’s hands. He lifted her off the chair.

“So, are you going to tell us what this is?”

“What is it?” he asked, confused. He didn’t take his eyes off Ainsley even as he asked, “What are you talking about?”

“Do you love her?”

Ainsley watched with interest. Even she wanted to hear the answer. What, doesn’t she know? “You don’t know how much I love you?” he whispered in her ears. Then speaking out loud so his friends could hear him, he said, “Of course, I love her.” he tilted her head up, “I love you, Ainsley Jones.” He said and kissed her passionately.

While the couple kissed, Bonnie and Clyde nodded curtly. Their work here was done. Before they could take their leave, though, they heard shuffling. They both turned in time to see their friend taking Ainsley. “What?”

“Excuse us, please.” Damian chuckled, lifting his woman. He carried her outside and to the car. James already opened it as soon as he saw him approaching.

All through the drive, the couple never left themselves for a second. They kissed and teased and moaned into each other. As soon as they got to Damian’s apartment, he sent off his men and took his woman inside. Then, he began to undress her slowly, looking at her entire sumptuous body. Oh, how much he missed her. Since their last time together, he had kept thinking of her. His body longed for her. And he had spent so many nights craving her to let it end so soon. “We’re going to take this slowly.” he said, sounding croaked.

Ainsley nodded her agreement, too, unable to talk. She wanted that. Wanted him all for herself, tonight and forever. Once he was done undressing her, he slowly undressed himself, teasing her. First, his abs were exposed, then his groin and the legs. Then he was stark naked as she was. Her gaze fell on his hard dick, never wavered. She would have preferred a quickie and then maybe take it slowly. But this would work for her just fine too. “As long as I have you all to myself.” she told him, “We can go all night.” she added with her seductive voice.

“You do.” he walked towards her, bending to grasp her butt and pull her to himself, “For life?” She ran her hands down his marked chest, arms, stomach with a pure look of admiration. He sucked in his breath. Then her fingers travelled down his spine. Although he was in sweet agony, he let her please himself.

Though his brows quirked, expecting an answer, she had no idea what the question was. What did he ask?

“Be mine, forever?” he repeated, seeing her lost expression as he retook her luscious lips.

“Mine.” she repeated, loving the word, loving him. She nodded, “Yes, I’m yours. As are you…for life.” she told him, as she leaned up to take his hardened nipple. Her teeth lightly grazed it, and he groaned in pleasure. She gently pushed him on the bed, sitting astride him. Pressing sweet kisses from his neck down to his stomach. He tensed, and she looked at him, stopping momentarily.

“I’ll cum too quickly.” he explained before flipping her. He couldn’t let her take him in her mouth. He watched her boobs, rising and falling. With a wicked grin, he took a nipple in his mouth while his thumb worked the other nipple. She moaned when he swirled his tongue around the nipple and gently bit it just like she had done to him. She arched towards him and moaned sweetly when he moved to the other nipple.

She could feel everything he did to her breast between her thighs. Desperately clinging to him, she gasped when he sucked her so hard. “Damian!” he left her breasts and took her lips; his fingers reached down for her. He thrust into her. As his fingers twirled around her clit, he sucked her tongue. Reaching down, she started to stroke his hardened length. And he lost it.

“Ainsley.” he called out as he pulled away from her hand. Then looking down at her, he removed his finger slowly. She felt drawn in his gaze. “I love you.” he whispered as he pressed down into her. Now that he had said it, he could say the words over and over again without ever getting tired. Sighing, he thrust in, waited, and thrust in again. He wanted it slow, and he was going to take it slow. He rolled inside her, loving how her vagina tightened around his dick. He thrust in again and again, working them both towards the edge.

The room was filled with her moans and his groans as he slowly drove them on. Stubbornly refusing to be a silent participant, she wriggled beneath him, freeing her waist. As he moved down on her, she arched up to him, pushing them deeper and deeper to bliss. And when he did, they both screamed out simultaneously, finding their relief together. Afterwards, he pulled her to himself, holding her against him. His hands gently pat down her hair. “Another round?” he asked.

She giggled, excited that he wanted this as much as she did. All night couldn’t make up for how much she missed him. With a soft purr, she nodded, “Yes, all night, remember?”