Free Damon by Kathi S. Barton Page A

realized two things at once. She was alone in the big be d and she was incredibly sore. Smiling at both ailments, she sat up. And found the note.
    “Morning, Lo ve. I have Connor with me. We have to go to the office for half a day. Then I need to meet with the tailor. We sh ould be back around two or so. Call me whenever you want. Taylor called. She wants you to call her back.
    Love, Damon and Connor
    P.S. Dane dropp ed a bag of stuff off for you. It’s in the bathroom. Connor made it difficult for me to say what I really want ed, but this room is ours now. Damon.”
    Charlie got up and moved to the bathroom. The large garden tub looked so inviting that she turned on the taps while she looked t hrough the bag on the counter. She flushed at the assort ment of personal things in it. In addition to the jeans and blouse, there were panty and bra sets like the ones from the day before, but also a set that left no doubt that it was made for a man in mind.
    The bla ck lace was decadent and sexy. She wondered if Damon would like them and smiled when she realized that she really wanted to see his face when he saw them on her. Holding up the bra, she looked at her reflection in the mirror an d was shocked at what she saw. Her nipples were red and swollen, tender to the touch. There were tiny bite marks along her ribs and a set of bruises on her hips where he had held her. Her eyes looked heavy, but not from lack of sleep, more like she had been laid. Her mouth was also puffy and when she ran her fingers over her lips, she remembered the taste of Damon in her mouth, the feel of his cock pumping into her, and hi s cum sliding down her throat. Her body responded to the images going through her head and she felt her pussy heat and her juices flow. Good heavens, what would she be like if he were to touch her right no w? She groaned at the thought. Dropping the sexy lace on the counter, she turned off the water and pulled the p lug. She needed to get moving and a ba th would only heat her up more. Turning on the shower to cold, she stepped in an d squealed at the first touch. After getting cleaned up and dressed, she went to the kitchen and called Taylor.
    “Are you okay from last night? We can be a bit overwhelming at first, I know. The first time I got together with all of the m, I was terrified for a week. We are sort of your ‘scare d straight’ for the Grant men. But don’t you just love them?”
    Charlie liked Taylor best. She seemed to have an air of not caring what anyone thoug ht about her or what she said. She also was the bluntest in her assessment on how to deal with Anthony. Her ideal had been to hunt him down, cut off his dick, shove it up his ass, then tie him in a ba rn and set fire to it. Secretly, Charlie thought it a great idea too.
    “No. Not really. Well, maybe just a little. I have a lot to think about, I guess. I’m still…I don’t think that…Damon and I, we…shit!”
    “Yeah, been there, done that. Christ, but they’r e good in bed, aren’t they? Lethal almost. Anyway. I’m going to get a trim job, wanna come? It’s my treat. Dane and the others are meeting us for lunch and I have a couple of things to get to. The office is going to be closed for the rest of the week for the holiday so I have lots of things to do while Byr is gone. He’ll be back on Wednesday.”
    Charlie knew that Taylor had gotten a large insurance settlement when she helped uncover an insu rance fraud with another firm. Taylor now worked for Nickolas and Devin as their receptionist, and her husband Byron was a famous pot ter and traveled a great deal.
    “Um, sure. I don’t drive. If you tell me where to meet you, I can call a cab . Connor is with Damon anyway. And I’d like to get trimmed up too.”
    Charlie and Connor had cut off her long hair when they’d lef t Ormond’s house that morning. The color job was horrible, but it had allotted them some extra cover when running. She knew it wasn’t great, but to have it cut