Page 6 of Dare To Tempt (Dare Nation 2)
“You didn’t tell us you had yourself a hot woman,” James said. “Keeping her to yourself?”
Damon drew in a calming breath. His dick wasn’t cooperating and he was certain Evie felt it against her thigh, but he needed to sell them and now was the beginning.
“We were keeping our relationship quiet, but after Damon’s injury, we decided life’s short, why hide our feelings?” Evie spoke before Damon could jump in with an explanation. “Right, honey bear?”
He caught himself before he glared her way. He cupped his hand on her thigh. “Right, snookums.”
From beside him, he heard his siblings stifling laughter. But he had to admit, he’d underestimated Evie Wolfe. She could definitely pass as an NFL player’s girlfriend and he didn’t mind having her acting as his.
“Okay, let’s discuss things,” Austin said in a low voice. “Now that we know you two can act as a couple, Evie, what’s your plan?”
“I’d like to talk to my boyfriend alone and in private. Get a recounting of what happened, find out who he thinks could have it in for him on the team.” She shifted on his lap, leaning back to look into his eyes, and though he didn’t know if her thigh movement was deliberate, his body liked the feeling of her rubbing against his cock.
He cleared his throat. “Why don’t you come by my house tomorrow morning and we can discuss things.”
She nodded. “That works.”
Austin stared at them, taking in her arm wrapped around his neck. “You two also need to learn about each other and get your stories straight on how you met, how long you’ve been together under the radar, things like that.”
They both nodded.
As the family dispersed, Damon met Evie’s gaze. “I think you can get your own seat now. Or even better, it’s time to go home. I don’t think my head can take much more. I need to lie down.”
Concern etched her pretty features. “I didn’t realize you were still in pain. You didn’t drive here, did you?”
He knew better than to shake his head. “No. I took a service.”
“I’ll bring you home. My car’s a little small but you can squeeze in.”
He noted she remained on his lap, her thighs on his still-hard cock. “That’s okay. I don’t want you to go out of your way.”
She tilted her head, causing those gorgeous curls to spiral over her shoulder. “And leave my boyfriend to go home alone? Nope. Let’s hit the road, honey bear.”
Finally, she stood up, but that left him in an awkwardly hard situation.
* * *
After Evie dropped him off, Damon climbed into bed, nude, as usual. He lay back against the pillows, remembering the moment he’d realized the gorgeous woman at the hostess stand was Evie.
She affected him, the tough PI and the soft woman who’d sat on his lap. What a mix of contradictions she’d turned out to be. He thought he’d noticed her due to her alluring features, but Evie was more than a good-looking woman. Apart from the fact that she also rocked a dress like a goddess, she was not just smart but intelligent.
And she kissed like a fucking dream. Just the thought of her mouth on his, her thighs on his lap, and his cock thickened at the memory of how badly he’d wanted to thrust up and have more than just a pretend moment in time. He could even imagine it. Her eager and willing in his arms, tasting like the sweetest treat, her swiveling hips nearly causing him to come in his pants.
As he thought of Evie, he gripped his dick and began to work his palm up and down his shaft. But unlike in the past, he had a face to the woman holding him in her hand. Eyes closed, he envisioned it was Evie’s palm and not his own, her grip tight, pre-come helping to lubricate as he slid up and down.
He thought about her dark hair draping across his chest, her full lips, mouth parting to suck him in deep until he hit the back of her throat, and it didn’t take long. Suddenly he was coming hard, spurting over his abdomen and hand.
He blew out a long breath and groaned, wondering how long his palm was going to be a substitute for the real thing. He cleaned up and went to sleep, the woman he couldn’t forget on his mind.
Chapter Two
The following morning, Evie arrived at Damon’s house ready to talk to him, gain an understanding of his situation, and discover how he’d reached the point of testing positive for PEDs. She wanted lists of his friends, enemies, anyone jealous of him, and anyone he’d interacted with over the last month.
She hadn’t been able to chat with him last night. He’d fallen asleep in the car on the way home, his knees squished up to his chest in her front seat. And she was definitely as concerned about his injury as she was about his test results. She’d driven, occasionally catching a glimpse of him as he dozed. His superstar arrogance, his expensive clothing, and the gorgeous, chiseled face contrasted with her down-to-earth way of looking at the world and her basic clothes from Target. Not that she’d worn them today.
