Free House of Paine - (A Romantic Suspense - Book 2) by Kylie Walker

opened her eyes, Damien’s face was close to hers. He looked like he was waiting for her to recover from her orgasm and once her eyes were opened, he wasted no time in taking her hips into his hands and letting his cock slide up into her. He lifted her up off her feet and held her against the tree as he raised and lowered her up and down on his cock. He had his teeth clenched and every sculpted muscle in his body was taut and rippling. Paige used the leverage of her thighs pressed into him to take each pounding stroke as deep as she could.
    His eyes seemed to suddenly focus on the curve of her neck that was exposed and he lunged his head forward and bit down. She cried out but never lost her stride as she hurtled towards yet another orgasm. Damien grunted and his body stiffened as he reached his own climax. He held her still for a moment and then he pulled her in close, wrapping her legs around him and gently rocking them both, riding out the passion until they were both on the verge of collapse.

Chapter 12
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    D amien woke up with a start the next morning. Paige was wrapped around him and he immediately processed that she was safe and they were still in Roxi’s home. Something was needling at him in the back of his brain however. When it finally came to the surface the pain and the anger of it all returned once more. Kevin is his father. Jackson forced everyone involved to pretend like Damien was his son. Damien wondered who else knew the truth. He also wondered what he would say to Kevin when they came face to face.
    He untangled Paige’s long limbs from his; letting his lips skim the side of her face as he did. She was so exhausted that she didn’t flinch as he laid her on her side and slipped out of bed. He stood next to the bed and looked down at her. She’s gorgeous and he felt more connected to her than he had anyone else in his life, ever. He felt desire welling up inside of him again, but he didn’t want to wake her. Instead, he gathered his clothes quietly and went into the bathroom to shower.
    As the water cascaded down across his back he tried to come to grips with all that had happened. He knew for certain that the only good thing that had come of his life was Paige and he wasn’t about to lose her. She’d been able to see through his rough exterior and all of his defenses. She was the only person in his life besides his Uncle Kevin who really knew him. She made him want to be the man that she saw when she looked at him.
    As far as Kevin went, Damien didn’t know what he was supposed to do. Was he supposed to be angry? Was he supposed to be relieved? The fact that the man he’d thought was his father all along was bordering on being absent of all conscience made him less angry at Kevin than he may have been otherwise. Being told that Jackson wasn’t his father was definitely a relief. But that still didn’t relieve Kevin of his responsibility here. He had a responsibility to tell Damien that he was his father...didn’t he?
    Damien shut off the shower and as he dried his body he thought about all of the times in the past ten years he’d wanted to defy Jackson and leave. He didn’t because the one time he’d actually tried, Jackson had looked him in the eye and stuck a knife into his side. Damien let his fingers brush against the scar. Kevin was there that day. Jackson had nearly killed him for interfering. Damien was sure that if Kevin had tried to tell anyone Damien was his son...if he had made Jackson lose face with the men he controlled...Kevin would be dead. So how could he really hold that against him?
    Once he was dressed he went back into the bedroom and looked at Paige again. She’d turned on her side and her hair was fanned out across the pillow underneath her. He felt the tug again. He was going to have to leave the bedroom, or he was going to have to wake her up. He’d never been so incredibly attracted to a woman in his life. He opened the bedroom door quietly