Free Misty Blue by Dyanne Davis Page A

make her mother see that both she and her brother had done things that any mother should be proud of. Of course she knew at her age it was unhealthy to worry about the approval of a parent. She would be getting her Ph.D. in psychology in a little over a year, give or take a few months. She would open her own practice and she would counsel people just like herself. Still, she recognized that she too had failings.
    In a couple of weeks she would no longer have to fight the sexual urges she had. She would freely and gladly make love with her husband, day and night. A delicious tingle filled her and she danced around the room before heading to the window to wave one last time at Damien.
    Her face flushed at the thought of finally touching and being touched in all the ways she’d never allowed, but in all the ways she’d wanted to since meeting and falling in love with Damien. So many times they’d come so close, each time going a little farther. She knew it was more of a miracle than will power that they hadn’t gone all the way. God, she wanted to. They both wanted to.
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    Damien smiled as he looked up toward Mia’s apartment, searching for her to appear in the window. When she appeared, his heart swelled with love for her. He didn’t care that his father thought he was whipped. He had Mia.
    Of course all of his friends assumed that the deed had been done months ago. He’d never bothered to tell them any better. It wasn’t really any of their business. He’d only told his parents, and only then because he wanted to show them just how special Mia was. It had backfired with both.
    “You’re going to marry her without first hitting that? Man, you’re a fool. You don’t even know if she can give good head. Hell, you don’t even know if she’ll be willing. You’re taking an awful risk marrying a virgin. Don’t do it. Make her give up the drawers, or tell her to take a hike. Besides, she could just be leading you on. How the hell do you know she hasn’t been had? Man, you could look up on your wedding night and just fall into a massive hole that’s been used by more men than you thought. This is a stupid move you’re making.”
    That had been his father. And his mother had not been much better.
    “Mia must be a fool to be planning on marrying you. Damien, you’ve had so many women that she should be afraid your little thang is going to fall off. That girl is too good for you. She’s not going to understand your perverted ways. Don’t you hurt that girl, Damien.” Then she’d changed direction and had thought of another way to taunt him.
    “Why should I warn you? You’re just like your no good ass father. How can I expect you to know how to treat a woman?
    “You know what?” His mother had laughed then . “It would serve you right if you marry the one woman in the world that you want, that you think you want and she doesn’t get turned on by your ass. God, what a joke if you can’t even get it up. That would be your punishment for whoring around, for not listening to me. You deserve to not be able to satisfy her. You and your father both deserve to have that happen.”
    Damien had not bothered answering his mother. She was bitter and the thought that Damien was finally getting married didn’t seem to matter. Although she’d told him his fate for years, he’d thought she’d at least be happy that he was changing. Well, she wasn’t and neither was his father. One thought Mia was too good for him. The other thought if she wasn’t putting out she wasn’t good enough.
    Damien laughed to himself. Neither of them took into consideration how much he loved Mia, that for him it wasn’t just about the sex. True, he could barely wait to make love to her. She kept him in a constant state of arousal and he was forever walking around with at least a semi-erection.
    But that wasn’t why he was in love with Mia. Even he couldn’t explain why the moment he saw her he knew she was the one. Somehow he’d