Once Bitten - C.M. Steele Page 0,14
to me.”
“I’m going to choke the fucking bastard. He’s purposely trying to keep us apart, but it’s not going to work, right?” He set the phone down and crowded my space, releasing my hand but pinning me between himself and the island.
“She’s really your cousin?” I asked, feeling the tears stream down my face.
“Absolutely. Please don’t cry. I’d never do anything to hurt you. I’ve missed you so much. I could kill anyone for making you cry.” He cupped my cheek, swiping a tear with his thumb before lowering his head and gently tasting my lips. The kiss, short and soft, ended before I could let out the whimper that pulsed through me. “I love you so damn much.”
“Then let’s go to Vegas,” I told him.
He jerked his head back and asked, “Are you serious?”
“Yes. If you still want to…”
“Are you fucking nuts? I got in my car the second I got home because I had to see you.” I couldn’t even explain how happy I was.
“I missed you so much, Devin.”
“You’re mine, Jamie, and you need a reminder.” He lifted me up onto the counter, grabbed the hem of my shorts, and slid them down with my panties. His fingers pumped into me until I was panting, and he’d barely freed his cock before he stuffed me with every inch. He fucked me hard on the edge of my parents’ kitchen counter, and I needed more. Clinging onto his shoulders, I let him destroy my pussy, plunging in and claiming me again. “You’re mine, so come for me like you’re supposed to.” He spanked my clit and I went off, coming hard around his length, and he roared, emptying into me.
Quickly, he pulled out of me, fixed my clothes, and then tucked his dick back into his pants.
“Do you think Mia can come?” I clapped my hands, biting my bottom lip, wondering if he’d had a change of heart.
“I think that’s Ian’s job.” I swatted at hanhim. “Fine. If you want, I can ask.” He smiled widely as if I’d made him the happiest man in the world. I loved this man beyond belief.
“Please.”
“Anything for you,” he whispered, kissing my forehead before stepping away and pulling out his phone. “Mia, hey. We’re leaving in two hours for Vegas. Do you want—” I could hear Mia screeching on the other end. “Okay.” He hung up quickly.
“They’re going to meet us at the airport.”
I jumped up and down, squealing. “Are we really going to Vegas?”
He pulled me into his chest, biting his bottom lip while ogling my breasts. “Yes, my love. I love you so damn much, and it killed me when Ian called to tell me what you said. I couldn’t get back here fast enough.”
“I thought you were still recovering. Should we be traveling?”
“Woman, don’t make fucking excuses. I’m fine. Let’s pack a bag and get to the airport.” I rushed upstairs to get my bag together. It didn’t take long because a part of me had one almost completely prepared. When I came to the top of the stairs, I found my father laid out at Devin’s feet.
“Devin,” I shouted, taking the stairs two at a time.
“Sorry, my love, but he had it coming.” He took my duffle bag from me.
“Yes, he did,” my mother said, wiping a tear away from her face. I pulled her into my arms for a hug.
“What’s wrong, Mom?” I whispered, pulling back from her.
“He told me that he set up the photo so you wouldn’t stay with Devin.”
“Why?”
“Because my daughter deserves better than some traveling beach bum who lives off his friend,” my father grunted out.
“Ha. Okay. Go on believing that. Come on, Jamie. We have a date.”
“Yes. We. Do.” I stepped past my father on the floor and waved goodbye.
“Are you okay to travel, Devin?” I brushed my hand across his bicep.
“Only if you are.” He looked down and kissed my cheek.
“What happened?”
“I became so distracted thinking about you and how much I missed you that my head wasn’t in the game, and my hand became a fish nibbler.”
“Oh my God. How bad is it?” His hand had a bandage, but all of his fingers seemed to be intact and moving.
“It’s more of a scrape, but I needed a lot of stitches. The team determined my time on the expedition needed to end early.” He helped me into his Jag and then walked around the front, depositing my bag in the back seat before getting into the driver’s seat. After starting