Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9

T hey laughed and fumbled their way into the clinic. Paige was grateful Demo had the wherewithal to lock them back inside. She was too lust-drunk to remember to do anything so practical. They both slipped off their jackets and shoes in the lobby, throwing them on or under the waiting chairs.

Paige circled her arms around Demo’s neck and leapt back up. He caught her easily, as if anticipating the move. They kissed feverishly—or, at least, it was feverishly until Demo started chuckling against her lips.

Paige pulled back. Not concerned, but curious as to what he’d been thinking that would cause him to laugh like that. “What?”

She was slightly taller than him when he held her so. She liked how balanced he felt even though he was supporting her weight entirely.

“We didn’t even make it a week.”

Paige cocked her head to the right. “A week? What do you mean?”

She caught him fiddling with her thermostat on their way past as he carried her to the first therapy room. She’d turned the heat down again with the clinic being closed on Sundays. For once, she didn’t balk at the idea of increasing her electricity bill. Demo knew about her money troubles, and moreover, he knew they weren’t her own doing.

With the increase in her clinical appointments, plus the three higher paying requests through the foot fetish site this week, Paige might actually be able to come out on top this month. She still couldn’t believe someone was willing to pay six hundred dollars to see her clip her toenails, file them, and then paint them baby pink. She’d removed the polish right after finishing the live video.

Demo placed her butt on the massage table. He reached behind her and flipped on the heat lamp, ensuring it was facing her back. She appreciated the gesture, because the vinyl under her butt was cold . “Five days ago, Bulldog advised me about making sure our foundation was secure before we had sex.” He leaned over and kissed her lips. “I have every intention of not even making it a week.”

Paige chuckled, understanding his humor. “Me too.”

“Thank fuck!” He went to kiss her again but Paige put her hand up between them, making his lips press against her palm instead of her lips. His eyes flew back open but he didn’t pull back. “What’s wrong?” he said against her palm.

Paige smirked and pushed him back with her hand. He only moved to put some space between their faces but kept his place standing over her with his hands on the massage bed by her hips. “Nothing’s wrong, but I do want to reiterate something.”

He raised an eyebrow but didn’t speak.

“Trust is a dealbreaker for me, Demo. I need to be able to trust you. I need that more than I need your love, if that makes sense. Please , I am begging you, don’t ever make me lose or question your trust.”

Demo didn’t reply for a long moment, making Paige’s heart beat erratically in her chest. She hoped that wasn’t an issue for him. She didn’t think it sounded unreasonable. What sort of relationship could they have anyway if they couldn’t trust each other? Because trust was a two-way street. He needed—or should want to—trust her too.

Slowly, he sank to his knees before her. Both he and the massage bed were tall enough that the action placed his chin by her knees.

Demo took hold of both of her hands and brought the tips to his mouth. He held her hands against the scruff on his cheek, staring up at her. “Paige, there will be some things that I can never tell you. It’s for your protection. The club, well, we call it ‘club business’ when we have to keep something from our families or significant others. As my ol’ lady, you’ll be able to know a lot more than anyone else, but there will still be things you can’t know. You have to trust that I am doing what is in the best interest of you, our family, and the club and I have to be able to trust that you won’t reveal what secrets I can tell you. Trust is a dealbreaker for me too.”

Paige swallowed hard. “Ol’ lady?” she repeated. Her pulse picked up speed for a different reason.

Demo nodded. “I understand if you don’t want my cut right away. Consider this your open ended offer, Paige. Whenever you’re ready, be it now or a year from now, it’ll be yours.”

“It’s been less than a week,” she reminded him. What they’d only been joking about minutes ago seemed far more serious now.

“Do you love me, Paige?” His sea green eyes bore into hers. “Forget everything else. Forget your troubles and the fact that you’re still legally married. The only stipulation I’ll accept is if it affects the boys. Do you love me?”

She nodded, no longer able to deny it despite their little time together. Demo was smart, funny, and honorable. He cared . She doubted there was another man in the world like him that could make her heart dance and her blood sing. “I do. I love you.”

“Then that’s all that matters. We’ll figure the rest out. You,” he brought her hands to his lips, “are more important to me than I ever thought possible. You’re in my every thought, my every dream. I go to bed at night longing to be in yours next to you, even if it’s fully clothed. As much as I want us to make love right now, if you asked me to wait, I would. I’ve never wanted to be with a woman as I do you. It’s like you’re fundamental to my very existence. I’ll never make fun of Bulldog not being able to let Abby out of his sight because I know exactly how he feels. Anytime I have to leave you, it’s like you’re calling me back. I love you, Paige Hannigan. I’m no longer asking if it’s too soon or if it’s too fast. I just want you .”

“And the boys,” she reminded him. “Package deal.”

“Oh, I’m very aware. We’ll figure out what sort of relationship you want me to have with them as we go on. I’ve never wanted to be a dad before,” he smirked at her, “but I am definitely starting to see the appeal.”

“How about you just be their friend for now?” she offered. “I don’t want to move too fast where they’re concerned.”

Demo nodded. “Completely reasonable.”

“Is there anything else you have to tell me?” she asked him softly. “Or,” she corrected, “that you are allowed to tell me?”

“That’s a longer conversation when my cock isn’t trying to rip its way out of my jeans.” Demo gave her a wicked smile. “If you want to talk now, then we’ll talk. But, honestly, all my blood is not exactly stimulating my brain right now.”

She laughed. “You know that’s a myth, right? You actually have increased blood flow to both areas during sex.”

He blinked. “Really? I don’t think I knew that.”

Paige grinned at him. “The average erection only holds four-point-four ounces of blood.” Glancing down at the bulge in his pants, Paige added, “Though in your case, you might be higher than average.”

Demo stood up. “Have I told you that I love smart women?”

“Wo men ?” she questioned. “Have I mentioned that cheating is another hard limit of mine?”

“Me too,” he answered immediately. Leaning in, he nipped at her ear. Paige shivered at the sharp contact. “I will kill any man who dares touch you, Paige Hannigan. You’re mine.”

Breathless, Paige managed to say, “I had a controlling husband, Demo. I’m not interested in being a trophy on a shelf.”

He pulled back enough to meet her eyes. “I’m possessive, not controlling. Unless it pertains to your safety, then I reserve the right to control the hell out of you.”

Despite herself, Paige snorted. “Is that so?”

“So,” he told her sternly. “I can’t lose you, Paige. I don’t think I could bear it. Please, when it comes to you and the boys’ safety, don’t question me on it. If I ever tell you to run, even if it means leaving me behind, I need you to do it.”

There was such depth of emotion behind his eyes, they truly did remind her of the ocean. It was the concern there, though, and the fear that had her nodding her head. She couldn’t imagine ever actually doing that—running and letting him face whatever anticipated danger he feared—but she agreed to appease him. It seemed like something he needed from her.

He gave her an appreciative smile and leaned in to kiss her.

“Can I ask you something?” she asked when he pulled back.

“Anything.”

“You claim that I’m yours. You want me to wear a cut that says that I’m your property. Does…” she hesitated. “Does that mean you’d be mine too?”

“Fuck yes, it does. I will walk across the street and get your name tattooed on my chest in big bold letters right now if that’s what you need.”

Paige laughed but then stopped when she saw the seriousness on his face. “Wait. Are you serious?”

He nodded.

She looked his clothed body up and down, trying to remember. “Do you have any tattoos?”

He nodded. “You probably didn’t notice in the video call because you were too busy staring at my ass.”

Paige snorted. She reached to untuck his shirt from his belted jeans. “Show me. I want to see.”

Demo reached behind his back and pulled his long sleeve shirt up and over his head in one swift movement. His well-formed pecs and abs immediately drew her attention. Paige licked her lips appreciatively.

“You know,” she touched the ridge between his six-pack, “the first time I saw you without your shirt on, my very first thought was damn, I want to lick that man all over .” Paige leaned in, her tongue out as if she was going to follow through on her words. Then she abruptly sat up and looked exaggeratingly around his naked torso. “I don’t see any tattoos!”

“Tease,” he grumbled. “Don’t promise me a good licking session without following through, minx. My heart breaks easily.”

Paige smiled innocently up at him. “I never tease, he-man. I just want to see your tattoos before I lick you… everywhere .”

He let out a groan and then turned his back to her. She had only seen his bare back on the video call as he’d been on his back during his treatments. Above his right shoulder blade was the club’s insignia. Underneath was the single word Treasurer.

“Just the one?” she asked.

He shook his head. “There’s two.”

Paige put her hands on his hips. Staying seated on the table, she started moving him every which way to try to find the other tattoo. She was pretty sure he didn’t have anything under his arms but checked there to be sure. She even checked around his belly button.

“Is it in your pants?” she asked.

“This is your exploration,” he laughed.

Paige turned Demo around to face her. She undid his belt, then the button and zipper of his jeans. He played with her unruly curls as she pushed his pants down over his hips. His black boxer shorts went with them. “I don’t feel like getting up, so step out of them for me please. Socks too.”

Chuckling, Demo stepped back and did as ordered. Naked as the day he was born, he did another slow circle like he’d done the day of the video call. His toned ass was ink-free. As were his thighs and calves. She was well-acquainted with his feet from his treatments so she knew he didn’t have any there.

Her eyes widened when she saw the length of his half-hard cock. Like him, it didn’t have much width, but the length was impressive. Something flashed in the overhead lights. She tilted her head, watching his cock rise up the rest of the way.

It was long enough that the piercing on the underside of the mushroomed head of his cut cock touched the skin above his belly button.

Paige swallowed. Hard. She’d heard of guys getting their dicks pierced but had never met a man with one.

She licked her lips. “Did it hurt?”

Demo circled his fingers around the base of his cock. He followed the length up to the head and then rolled his palm over the pierced tip. “The initial piercing did. Now? It just feels amazing.”

Paige dropped to her knees before him. Demo quickly grabbed his discarded shirt and laid it out on the cold floor before his feet. She maneuvered it beneath her, grateful for the barrier between her knees and the cold floor.

She reached forward. When Demo made no move to stop her, she touched the tip of her finger to the top bell. The silver bar went through his urethra and out the bottom, behind his glans, to complete a circle. Two silver balls decorated the bar.

“It’s called a Prince Albert,” he explained. Paige looked up to see him staring down at her with an intense heat in his eyes. It was obvious he liked seeing her before him so.

Without breaking their eye contact, Paige leaned forward and kissed the rounded tip of his cock. The metal felt cool against her lips.

A sense of power rose up within her when that small act elicited a long groan from him. She felt triumphant, even though she was the one on her knees. Running her tongue down the underside of his heavy erection.

“No tattoos here,” she mused. “Perhaps I should look elsewhere?”

“I think you need to look harder.” His voice didn’t sound normal, like he was speaking through gritted teeth.

Inside, Paige chuckled. “Oh, am I close?” She moved her head to the other side and repeated her tongue’s investigation.

“No, but I am,” she heard him mumble.

Stroking and licking, she continued to play with him in her impractical attempt to find a tattoo she knew was not where she was looking.

Demo bunched her long curls up on top of her head and used it as a grip to help guild her endeavors. “Fuck, Paige, you’re going to make me come.”

Her mouth came off the end of his cock with an audible pop . She smiled sassily up at him. “I found your piercing, but not your tattoo.”

“My piercing is enjoying your search a little too much. As much as I would love to come in that delectable mouth of yours, there’s only one place I plan on coming today and that’s not it.”

Paige feigned a pout. “Fine, if I must.”

Demo let out a mixture of a groan and a chuckle as he helped her back onto her feet.

Paige pursed her lips. “Is your other tattoo inside your mouth?”

“How many tongue exams have you done on me?” he retorted. Leaning close, he bent over her again. “But, by all means, do another.”

Demo kissed her, his tongue delving into her mouth as if on an exploratory mission of his own. Paige opened up, allowing him entry. She squirmed under his attention, though his hands never touched her. Fuck, the things he could do with that tongue. She was very much looking forward to putting it to use again…elsewhere.

Both of them pulling back, Paige managed to gasp out. “Nope, didn’t see any tattoos in there.”

Demo laughed. “Do you really want to know?”

She nodded. He picked her up by her hips and placed her back on the massage table. Then Demo knelt between her legs again. Only this time, he turned his back on her. He tilted his head to the right and then bent his earlobe down so she could see the skin behind it.

Paige bent down for a closer look. At a distance, it could have been mistaken for an oddly shaped mole. But upon a deeper inspection, she realized it was a music note with the initials LBS along the tie.

“LBS?” she questioned, thinking maybe it was a band she had never heard of before.

“Laurel Bethany Snyder.” Demo released his ear, looking at her over his shoulder. “My mother.”

“Your mother?” She couldn’t recall Demo saying anything about his parents. Honestly, she’d avoided asking him, not wanting him to ask about hers.

“She died when I was five. They say sound is the first memory to go when you lose someone. But I never have to worry about that. My mom was an opera singer. I have thousands of recordings of her singing voice. But it was the times when she would hold me close in my bed and whisper how much she loved me that I never want to forget. I put the tattoo there as a reminder to always listen for her.”

Paige felt her heart clench. She reached for him, her goal comfort rather than lust this time. “I’m so sorry, Demo.”

He kissed her palm. “Took the guys a long time to find that tattoo too. I was nearly stripped naked one night by them because they were convinced I didn’t have a second tattoo.”

Paige laughed despite the sorrow she still felt for him. She had been too young when her birth father had died for her to remember anything about him. “Did they finally find it or your piercing?”

“Yes to the tattoo, no to the piercing.” He smiled broadly up at her. “Wanna hear something hilarious? Your first secret as my ol’ lady.”

Though Paige hadn’t accepted being his ol’ lady yet, she still nodded. Because she loved to see him smile so mischievously as he was.

“Pumpkin has one too. Exactly where mine is.”

She blinked, not understanding the joke. “A Prince Albert?”

“God no!” he said loudly, eyes wide. He chuckled, “I meant the tattoo! But his is a pumpkin. He got drunk one night about four years ago. Angel tattooed a little pumpkin behind his ear. We all waited the next morning for him to say something or notice the pain and take a look…” Demo shook his head. “But he didn’t. As far as we know, he still doesn’t know about it!”

Paige gasped as her own eyes widened. “You tattooed him without permission?”

Demo nodded. “They got the idea from how well mine was hidden. We were drunk, but we were cognizant enough not to put it somewhere that would impede his day-to-day life. Like his forehead.”

Paige shook her head, covering her mouth with her hand. “That is so mean! I don’t know if I should laugh or cry for him.”

Demo shrugged. “Pumpkin had it coming. We’re still not convinced the girl he claims he slept with the night of his patch-in party exists. It’s a constant reminder for him to find her to prove she does.”

“Harper told me about his name. He woke up the morning after cuddling a pumpkin instead of the woman he claims he slept with, right?”

Demo nodded, his lips fighting a smile. “We’re not as wild or careless anymore. Not when a good number of the guys have kids and women around now, but we still like to party and have a good time.” His eyes lowered to her chest. “Speaking of which, I am completely naked while you are entirely clothed. I don’t think that’s fair.” He pulled at the top button of her V-neck button up, taking a peek at her cleavage. “Maybe I need to explore your body for tattoos.”

Paige could have very easily saved him the trouble and told him that she didn’t have any. Instead, she said, “You’re welcome to search. I had a few wild nights in college myself. There might be a tattoo or two that I don’t know about.”

Demo smiled widely. Standing up, he claimed her lips. “I’ll be sure to do a very thorough search.”

“Mmm…” Paige moaned against him. “Be sure to check every inch.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Demo made quick work of Paige’s clothes. The heat hadn’t kicked on fully so he made sure the heat lamp was still facing towards the massage table. He knew she had pillows in one of the cabinet drawers to help patients who needed the extra support. Grabbing out two of those, he placed them over the head of the table where the face hole was.

Paige laid back, her curls fanning out around her head on the white linen. “Are you sure you’re okay on top? What about your shoulder?”

“Fuck, Paige, you’re far too gorgeous splayed out for me to even notice my shoulder. One of these days, I’m going to bend you over this table and fuck you.” He gave his long cock a slow stroke. “But not today. I want to, believe me, I do, but now I find myself wanting to savor you.”

Paige gave him a look full of longing. “I feel like I’m on fire for you. I don’t know if this is stupid or foolish. Legally, I’m still a married woman. But I want you, Demo. I can honestly say I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. Right or wrong, this is where we are.” She held a hand out to him. “Are you here with me?”

Demo placed a knee on the table between hers. It was so narrow that their positions would be limited. Crawling over her body, he settled himself so they were chest to chest, hip to hip. Paige widened her legs to create a cradle for him.

Demo cupped her face with his left hand, using his right to hold him up. “I’m here. Always. You are mine and I am yours. This is the start of our forever, Paige.”

Promises of tattoo exploration forgotten, Demo kissed her. In their enthusiasm and haste, their teeth clanked together, but soon they found their rhythm. Naked, his pierced dick pressed insistently between her thighs, but did not enter her. The friction of him running it back and forth over her clit coupled with the guttural moan she released nearly had him blowing his load all over her belly like a virgin teenager.

Demo refused to come first. She’d been stuck in a marriage with an extremely selfish husband. He had many doubts that they had a satisfactory sex life—not that he wanted to think about that. But she did have two sons. Obviously, she’d had intimate relations with her husband, the fucking bastard. Demo wanted—no, needed —to ensure that Paige’s experience of any of their times together was amazing and mind-blowing. Beyond wanting to ensure she enjoyed herself, Demo wanted to express the depths of his feelings for her in the most intimate of ways. She deserved to be worshiped, hand and foot…and mouth.

His hands went to her breasts. Though full-sized, she had small areolas and nipples. The idea of her breastfeeding her sons came to the forefront of his mind. Why was that image so arousing and, at the same time, heartbreaking? He shouldn’t be jealous of the fact that she’d had children with another man. The fact that he hadn’t seen her pregnant, hadn’t been there for the births, or helped her afterwards…

Demo couldn’t change the past. But he could ensure that she and her sons never wanted for anything in the future. He would be there for her, no matter what.

Paige arched her back, pressing her breasts into his hands. Unable to pinch her right nipple as he could her left, Demo dropped his head down to take the taut peak into his mouth. Paige whispered his name in reverence.

Demo sucked harder.

“Oh God!” she moaned, throwing her head back on the pillow. She squirmed against the onslaught of his mouth, hand, and cock.

“Come for me, beautiful,” he encouraged around her nipple. He ground his hips against hers, increasing the pressure against her clit.

She was teetering on the edge. Demo could feel it. Fuck, and he wasn’t going to last very long once he got inside her.

Demo reached down with his left hand, hiked her right leg up, linking her knee with his elbow, and increased the speed of his thrusts against her.

Paige cried out with the force of her orgasm, shaking violently beneath him. “Demo! Holy shit!”

He sat up, shoving his knees beneath her legs. Paige was splayed out as if on display—and there had never been a sexier sight in all the world. Her nipples were red and swollen from his onslaught. Her hair disheveled from both his hands and her own. Her chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing. Her eyes were glazed over. Her pussy shimmering with the evidence of her arousal.

Demo couldn’t resist reaching down and stroking his cock. “Are you on birth control, Paige?”

She blinked, as if not following his question. It took her a second before she shook her head. “I had my period the week before I met you. I’m probably ovulating.”

Demo swallowed hard. The concept of sinking deep into her fertile body was a captivating one. As desire driven as he was right then, even he knew that now was not the time to get pregnant. If they decided to have that conversation, it would be in the future while they were both fully clothed and prepared to have a long pros and cons discussion.

Glancing to his pants on the floor, he wished he’d thought to grab a condom out of his wallet before climbing up on the table. He looked down at Paige. “You know, it would be really helpful right now if you were a witch and I didn’t have to move from this spot with this amazing view of your naked body. But,” he snapped, hopping off the table, “because you claim you’re not a witch, I have to get up and move around like a muggle.”

Paige laughed so hard, her hands clenched around her middle. “I’m not a witch!” she exclaimed again.

Demo bent and pulled his wallet out of his back pocket of his jeans. “Are you sure? Because you certainly put a spell on me.”

Paige rolled her eyes but did not lose her smile. “I’m sure. There’d be a lot I’d change about my life if I was.”

Curious, Demo asked, “Oh yeah? Like what?” as he pulled a condom out of the billfold.

Paige blinked for a moment. “Actually, other than my stepfamily, I can’t think of anything right now. Maybe you’re the witch,” she pointed out as he moved around to the foot of the table. “Magically making my life better.”

Demo grinned down at her. “I’ll take you dancing in the moonlight next time I go.”

“Naked?”

“That’s a given.” Then Demo grabbed her by her hips and dragged her down to the edge of the table. He knelt on the linoleum floor. “Now hold on tight, beautiful. I’m going on a tattoo hunt of my own and I’m starting in the most heavenly of places.” Then he buried his face between her legs.

Paige let out a long groan as Demo’s tongue slid between her wet lips. Teasing her hole and coming oh-so close to her clit. Hot breath entered her core as he made love to her with his mouth. His tongue probed deep within her, causing Paige to squirm.

Hiking her legs over his shoulders, Demo replaced his tongue with a long finger. He moved his mouth up to her clit as one finger, then two, thrust in and out of her. Paige writhed, her hips bucking up against him. She could feel the bristle of his beard scruff against the most sensitive of places and knew she never wanted him to shave fully.

Demo sucked her clit into his mouth, licking and teasing the tight nub between his teeth. Paige scrambled for purchase and ended up gripping the wooden frame beneath the sides of the mattress.

Her muscles contracted around his fingers. For the second time that morning, she found herself crying out in orgasm. Wave upon wave of pleasure rocked through her body. She cried out, back bowing off of the table.

She heard and felt Demo move. Somehow, she found herself back up on the table with her head on the pillow and Demo hovering over her.

He did not give her time to recover. Mouth and chin glistening with her juices, Demo kissed her fiercely and thrust his pierced cock inside her in one quick motion.

“Fuck, Paige,” he groaned against her. “You’re fucking perfect. You’re so tight you’re squeezing my cock.”

It wasn’t until later that his words made more sense to her. Though long, his cock did not have the girth most men boasted about. The ‘wide as a beer can’ porn star cocks that broke hearts as well as pussies. Demo had a very long, narrow penis that likely didn’t grow in length much upon getting an erection. Paige was sure that this had its advantages and disadvantages.

One of the advantages she foresaw was a lot of quickies in their future as foreplay probably wasn’t needed to prep her.

At that moment in time, though, all Paige felt was bliss. Even through the condom, she could feel his piercing. It was new and wondrous. As he claimed with her, he was perfect just as he was. He was perfect for her .

There was no need to compare Demo to Richard or vice versa because there was no comparison. Each was his own man. Demo was just a better man.

“Demo,” she moaned. “God, I love you. Please…”

He took her mouth again. “Fuck, Paige, you have no idea how amazing it is to hear you say those words.” He grabbed her hips and slammed into her. “I fucking love you too.”

Paige cried out at the shock of his body hitting hers with such force. The table shook with the power of his thrusts, the speed and momentum. Paige felt the pillow beneath her head slide out from under her and hit the floor.

He kept going.

She urged him on.

Paige wrapped her legs over his hips and ass, locking her ankles as if she could hold him inside her forever. The new angle let him in deeper.

Over and over again, Demo fucked her with his long cock. His grip on her hips was so hard, it would probably bruise, but Paige didn’t care. Her fingernails dug into his back. What had started out as slow sensuous lovemaking had turned into a down and dirty fuck—and neither was complaining.

All it took was a flick of her oversensitive clit and Paige was coming for the third time. She watched a wave of emotions cross Demo’s face before he took her lips, moaning into her mouth as he released into the condom.

Paige barely had a chance to savor the bliss of their shared passion before there was a loud groan of protesting wood followed by an ear-piercing crack as the massage table beneath them collapsed.