Love Me (Trust Series #2) Read online

  Copyright © 2014 by Kristin Mayer

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  Cover Designer: Chris Chandler and Eddie Smith at Chandler Graphics

  Editor and Interior Designer: Jovana Shirley, Unforeseen Editing, www.unforeseenediting.com

  Cover Photo: April Park at April Park Photography www.aprilparkphotography.com

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  ISBN-13: 978-0-9899913-3-9

  This book is dedicated to my husband, Paul,

  my daughter, Makaela,

  and all four of my parents, Kathy, Tim, Gehrig, and Janet.

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Epilogue

  Damien Extras

  Thank You

  My eyes slowly start to come open. I’m lying in a tangled mess of sheets, and my fiancé is sleeping soundly next to me with his limbs wrapped around me like a vine. As of late, because of the stress he’s been under, the only time he looks relaxed is when he is sleeping. There’s a killer out there, responsible for his sister’s death, and whoever it is wants me now.

  Pushing those thoughts aside, I focus on the memory of last night. It was something that comes out of fairy tales—the extravagant gift of my parents’ farm along with my horse, Gingersnap, the proposal, the beautiful ring, and the romantic dinner for two.

  We finish our dinner as Gingersnap grazes beside us, nickering every so often. Every chance I get, I stare at my ring in wonder.

  I am Damien’s, and he is mine.

  “I’m glad you like your ring. I had it made specially for you. There’s not another one like it in the world.”

  I move to sit on his lap, and he immediately scoots back and brings me to him before I kiss him. The kiss, the connection, the love feels stronger between us.

  “I love it. When did you do all of this?”

  “The day of your big shoot at the hotel. I had to stay back because the final paperwork arrived for Gingersnap and the land. Your ring also came back after having some additions made to it.”

  His black hair moves in the breeze as I play with the pieces of hair right above his ear.

  “It’s all perfect. Are we driving all the way back home tonight?”

  A look of mischief passes over his face. “No.”

  “No?”

  He gives me a wink with those piercing blue eyes. “I have another surprise for you, and it should be here soon. And no, I’m not telling you. You can be patient for a few more minutes.”

  When I give him my pouty face, he chuckles and presses his lips to mine for a light kiss. Right as we are about to deepen it, I hear a vehicle approaching, causing me to immediately break the kiss. A tour bus is driving through the field toward us with a car following it.

  “What is that?”

  “Well, I didn’t want to take the time to go to a decent hotel, so I brought the decent hotel to us.”

  I don’t know why that makes me giggle, but it does. The bus comes to a stop. The security guard turns off the vehicle monstrosity and nods our way as he heads to the car that followed him in. Shortly after, the car drives away.

  “Come, I want to savor you as my fiancée.”

  The seductive purr in his voice causes that pulsing desire to start between my legs. He picks me up, and I let out a yelp of excitement as my feet leave the ground.

  “Isn’t this supposed to be saved for the honeymoon?”

  “I’m a thorough man. I’m carrying you over the threshold as my fiancée, too.”

  Kissing me as he walks us to the door, he hugs me closer to him. He walks us up the few steps of the bedroom-on-wheels, and then he sets me down.

  This is more extravagant than any motor home I have ever seen. It’s weird to see Damien in a tour bus.

  The inside is done in dark wood, and the décor screams rock star with the modern furniture in bold, vibrant colors of purples and reds. Although it’s not my style, it works.

  He leads me through a small living room that connects to a kitchen and eating area. There’s not much time to fully take in my surroundings as Damien continues to lead me down the dark hall.

  “Where’d you get this?” I ask.

  “I called in a special favor.”

  With that, he pushes open the back door to a master bedroom. In the dim light, I can see a queen-sized bed and two sitting chairs. He moves to the side of the bed and turns on a lamp, casting a warm glow throughout the room. The moment he looks at me, the air between us charges with an intense sexual energy.

  “I’m going to cherish you, Alli, for the rest of our lives and then some.” He comes toward me slowly as he unbuttons his shirt, displaying his toned chest. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life making you happy.” His shirt drops to the floor, and he goes for his belt buckle. “I’m going to be your forever.” He pushes down his pants. Closing the gap between us, he brings his lips to mine.

  Being together is like melding us into one person even though we haven’t said our vows yet.

  A sigh of contentment leaves my lips.

  The images of Damien and me making love numerous times last night flash through my mind. The connection is still incredible between us as I lie here this morning.

  I catch a glimpse of my ring, and it takes my breath away. It’s a large princess cut diamond solitaire with a band of solid diamonds.

  As I shift to get more comfortable, Damien stirs beside me. I wonder how I found someone so perfect for me. Prior to meeting Damien, I was lost and afraid to open myself up after losing both my parents in a horrible accident. He found me, rescued me, and gave meaning back to my life.

  My mom used to always say, When life gives you a hundred reasons to cry, show life that you have a thousand reasons to smile.

  Damien is all those thousands of reasons as to why I am smiling.

  He raises his blue eyes to meet my blue-green gaze, and he lifts an eyebrow. “What are you thinking about so hard this early in the morning?” he asks, his voice filled with sleep.

  How does his black hair look perfect day or night? I just don’t understand it. I think it looks even sexier after he’s been sleeping, if that’s even possible.

  I snuggle closer to him. “Just how perfect last night was and how wonderful you are.”

  He nuzzles my neck as he responds, “Mmm, it was. You’re perfect for me, too, baby. It was the most wonderful night of my
life. Now, we just need to decide when we are going to officially make you my wife.”

  My head is still spinning from becoming engaged. I haven’t even begun to think about the wedding. “We just got engaged. Don’t you think we should enjoy this part of our relationship for a bit?” I run my index finger down his arm that’s wrapped around my waist.

  He turns his mouth to my collarbone and starts nibbling. “No, I think we’ve enjoyed this stage long enough. We are ready for the next one, baby.”

  “Mmm…” That’s all I can manage as I am lost in Damien’s touch.

  He shows me again just how wonderful we are together. He could probably get me to agree to anything at this point.

  After receiving a thorough wake-up call in the form of orgasms from my fiancé, we are in the kitchen, eating from an assortment of grains and fruit. The food was prepacked and waiting in the refrigerator for us. The complete attention to detail he gives is incredible. He makes me feel like I’m the only thing that matters in his life.

  Breakfast time with Damien is one of my favorite times. He’s normally shirtless, which means I get to just stare at him unabashedly. He’s wearing his usual black silk pajama pants that hang just below that delicious V-muscle, and it is a glorious sight. His sculpted muscles move in synchronicity as he eats.

  This has to be the definition of perfection.

  I’m only wearing one of his gray T-shirts, and it reaches my mid-thigh. My legs are folded underneath me as I sit in the chair next to Damien with my hair thrown up in a mess on top of my head.

  He just put a bite of granola into his mouth when I say, “You know, I think you should tie me up sometime and have your wicked way with me.”

  He spews his cereal and starts choking as his eyes grow wide. Pressing my lips together, I try to hide my amusement while I help him get through this coughing fit.

  I love the book Sam, my best friend in the entire world, gave me when she stayed at Damien’s house last time. This book, 101 Ways to Make Your Guy Scream in Pleasure, has given me some excellent tips that I cannot wait to try out on my future husband.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Holy shit, Alli. That was unexpected.” He’s still recovering.

  As I clean up some of the cereal, I act as nonchalant as possible. I’m not succeeding as little giggles escape me. My phone beeps from a nearby chair, and I grab it to see that it’s Sam.

  Sam: Hey, girl! I can’t stand it any longer. What did you say?

  It figures that Sam already knows.

  I feel giddy, thinking about sharing this with her. My fingers freeze right before I start typing my response.

  When and how are we going to announce our engagement?

  I have no idea what proper protocol is for these types of announcements. My mind continues to think about what the announcement will bring—more drama. Ugh, his parents are not going to like this.

  I’m guessing my eyebrows are furrowed in contemplation because Damien asks, concerned, “Baby, what’s wrong?”

  I raise my eyes to meet his. “Sam just asked what I said. Then, I started thinking about how we are going to announce it to everyone, what everyone is going to say, and how certain people are going to react.”

  “Do you not want to tell everyone right away?”

  I can hear and sense the disappointment coming from Damien as he watches me closely.

  A little panic starts to bubble up as I begin to comprehend all the decisions to be made. “I didn’t mean it like that. I do if you do.” I start rambling faster and faster. “We just haven’t talked about it. I just—”

  “Alli, just breathe, baby.” He grabs my hand, looking me earnestly in the eyes.

  I take a deep breath and immediately feel better.

  When I’m calmer, he says, “Of course, I want to announce it to everyone today. I’ve been dying to officially have you as mine since I met you. Only four people know right now—Sam, her parents, and Bane. No one else knows.”

  I cock my head to one side because I’m not sure what he means.

  He continues without me having to voice anything. “I asked for permission from Sam, Dean, and Chandra before asking you to marry me. I wanted to do this as traditional as possible. Bane only knows since he’s the head of security.”

  My eyes gloss over with moisture at his thoughtfulness. By getting Sam and her parents involved, he’s tried to make this as absolutely perfect as possible.

  “Baby, I sure hope those are happy tears.”

  “Yes, yes, they are.” I grab his hand. “Thank you for making this so incredibly special, and thank you for giving me you.”

  “I’m yours, and I’ve been yours since I saw you at the hotel that first time. What are you going to say to Sam? We will do this however you want. I just want you to be happy.” He places his other hand on my cheek and removes my few tears that have escaped.

  I can’t help the smile that emerges, and I can see the sparkle of happiness in Damien’s crystal blue eyes.

  Practically bouncing in my seat, I say excitedly, “I’m going to tell her I said yes!”

  I can see Damien’s gorgeous megawatt grin from the corner of my eye as I grab my phone and text Sam back.

  Me: I said YES! So. Excited.

  Sam: Me, too! Can’t wait to see you at lunch.

  Me: Sounds good.

  Sam: Don’t forget that my parents won’t let you two stay together if you stay the night.

  Me: Okay. Wouldn’t dream of it. I know how traditional they are.

  Sam: You might want to tell Damien before he agrees to come. I’ve seen his caveman style firsthand when it comes to you.

  Me: Okay. Thanks for the heads-up. I say it’s time for Operation Caveman Payback. Are you down?

  Sam: Hells to the yeah, I’m down to get Wales back! Congratulations, Allison. You deserve this happy ending!

  Me: xoxo

  Sam: xoxo

  I look up to see Damien watching me. “Do you know what we are doing today? Sam mentioned that we’re seeing her parents, but I didn’t know if that was in the plans.”

  His thumb starts stroking those soothing circles on my hand that I love.

  “That’s up to you. They wanted us to come by as soon as we were up, and they asked for us to consider staying the night. They want to do a family lunch in celebration of our engagement.”

  It’s so sweet that he already had this planned with them, and he’s letting me make all these types of decisions.

  “Sounds good. I’ll let Sam know we will be over in a bit.”

  Me: Be there in a couple of hours. Damien thinks we are staying the night. When we get there, let him know of your parents’ expectations.

  Sam: Ha-ha. OMG! You betcha! Classic! This is going to make Sam–1, Damien–0. And with the other bet I’m going to win at the end of the season, I’ll be at 2. His ass is grass.

  Me: You’re crazy. See you in a bit.

  Sam: Muah.

  When Sam and Damien first met, they made a bet that he wouldn’t be able to make me a sports fan. With Damien teaching me about sports through sexual extracurricular activities, he’s about to win, but Sam doesn’t know that yet.

  Damien looks at the clock on the wall. “I think the shower is big enough for the both of us.” His voice becomes a little raspy.

  I know what’s about to happen. Springing from my chair, I start running for the shower, stripping my shirt off as I go. He’s up and after me instantly. Catching me in the hallway, he spins me around. As he picks me up, I wrap my legs around his waist.

  “Baby, you’re feisty this morning.”

  In response, I grind into him, and he groans. Shifting his body, he frees himself from his pajama pants and pushes me against the wall. He slides into me, and I lean my head back at the complete sensation.

  “I’ll never get enough of you, baby.” He continues his assault on me—filling me, stretching me, sending tingling pleasure through my body.

  “Please, harder.”


  He uses his hands on my ass to increase the movement, providing the maximum friction between us. My inner muscles start to quake. He sucks on the sensitive part of my neck, and it causes me to ignite from within.

  “Damien…”

  His name leaving my lips sends him over the edge. I love having him inside me.

  “So perfect, each and every time, Alli.”

  I collapse onto him, and he continues to make our way to the bathroom.

  I’m looking for my lip gloss in my purse when Damien emerges from the back bedroom.

  Clothes were also provided for us on the bus. He’s wearing jeans with a green-and-white plaid shirt that’s untucked and rolled up at the elbows. He is the most delicious-looking cowboy I have ever seen in my life. It creates the sexiest combination, like city boy meets country boy. I’m in jeans and a white camisole underneath a sheer white peasant top with an eyelet trim. Long, dangly earrings and my brown ankle boots complete the outfit. I’m sad that the onset of fall will nearly eliminate the fun dresses and sandals.

  “Alli, stop looking at me like that, or we’re never going to leave.”

  I lick my lips, and he immediately grabs my hand and pulls me out of our suite-on-wheels.

  “It’s hard enough for me to keep my hands off of you normally, but when you look at me like you want me, it makes not having you damn near impossible.”

  The way he’s practically dragging us to the car has me snickering.

  We make our way over to Sam’s parents’ home at an excessively slow rate due to the dirt roads. I smile to myself at how he babies his sports car. I wouldn’t think a billionaire extraordinaire would care about such things.

  Finally, we pull into the gravel driveway of Sam’s home, and her mom’s car is missing. The two-story house has white siding with a metal white shop off to the side. Both her parents are retired now, but her dad still fixes tractors and farm equipment for fun.

  Sam comes bounding out of the house as we get out of the car. After grabbing me in a bear hug that nearly knocks me back into the car, she starts giggling and jumping.

  “Oh my gosh, Allison! You’re engaged. You’re really engaged.”

  Now, we are both bouncing up and down, like we did back in middle school when we got tickets to our favorite boy-band concert.