Free Misty Blue by Dyanne Davis

makeshift chapel with a grape arbor covered in lilies and white roses. Damien had even managed to secure a minister for them. It was all well within their budget, especially since she’d decided to wear the gown she’d bought from Ashleigh. Mia was proud of all they’d accomplished and of her steps toward staking a claim on her independence.
    The only thing Mia hadn’t done was call Jerry. She shuddered, knowing she couldn’t keep putting it off. Keefe was not going to ride in and save her from being an adult. She’d made her choice and now she would have to live with it.
    * * *
     
    “Mia, it’s getting really hard to help you with your vow. I want you so bad,” Damien moaned into her ear. “Tell you what. Just touch me once and I’ll go home.” He leered at her. “You know you never have. Don’t you want to?”
    Mia looked slyly at the bulge in his pants and ran her hand down the ridges, pausing to cup him for a few seconds. She giggled and dodged as Damien lunged for her.
    “You’re a tease, Mia.”
    “We have only a couple of weeks.”
    “Yeah, but if you count all the time we haven’t made love, that’s a lifetime. Did I ever tell you that a man could go insane if he doesn’t have release on a regular basis?”
    “Only about a million times.”
    “You think I’m making this stuff up.” Damien adopted an indignant scowl. “If you don’t believe me, check it out on the web, visit any mental institution in the country and talk to the doctors, talk to the patients. You’ll see that I’m right.”
    Really getting into his story, he turned away from Mia. If he saw her face as he spun his web, he’d laugh. “Have you heard of the Terrell clinic in Sweden?”
    “No, but since it bears your name I’m sure it has to be a sex clinic.”
    “Well, the name’s only a coincidence. But you are right about the type of clinic that it is. They’ve been taking patients from the mental hospital, men mostly, and making sure that they get plenty of sex. So far they’ve had a ninety-nine percent success rate. All the patients except one were returned to society to work and pay taxes and all because of good sex.”
    “What happened to the one patient?” Mia asked, laughing.
    “Oh, he liked sex a little too much. He wouldn’t leave the clinic because, let’s face it, he got to have sex twenty-four hours a day. So they’re waiting for him to tire of it. Like that’s ever going to happen.” Damien laughed and joined Mia on the sofa.
    “I love your stories,” she said as she kissed him.
    “And I love you, baby girl. And if I can’t have you for a few more days, I guess I might as well feed both of our fantasies. Now come on and give me a kiss. I have to get home before I’m no longer able to help you keep your vow.”
    After several more kisses they walked to the door and Mia slid her hand down the center of his arousal and smiled.
    “Like I said, you’re a tease, baby girl.”
    She laughed and closed the door, wondering how in the world either of them had been able to resist giving in to the instincts that were bowling her over. She tingled from the contact with Damien’s body, from touching him through the fabric of his pants, from his touching her and she wanted so much more.
    She wanted to forget her vow, forget everything but the wonder of having Damien make love to her. They would be so happy, she knew that they would. As for the vow, the only reason she was keeping it was to prove to her brother that she wasn’t a slut. She wouldn’t ever be that. She would marry Damien and she would spend the rest of her life making him deliriously happy. She would never be like her mother, moving from one man to another.
    Mia shivered. She’d not called her mother again. She didn’t know if she really wanted her at the wedding or not. She had a bad feeling about her coming, something that she’d never had before. Always she’d been too busy keeping the peace between her mother and Keefe, trying to