| Damsel's Tattooed Temptation 
CHAPTER 15: Alley Cat |

Unedited Draft: WARNING: Intended for Mature audience

“Where we eatin’?” Cammie slurred. “I’m hungry.”

“There’s a late night breakfast spot a couple blocks away.” Will suggested helping Cammie into her Jean Jacket.

“I love breakfast food.” She said a silly smile on her face.

“I don’t remember the name of the place, but it’s just down the street.” Will said pulling out his phone. “Let’s see if I can find it on the map. We should leave now if we want to go to this place as it gets busy pretty quick this late at night.”

Damsel nodded looking around for James who wanted to talk to one of the female artists about a part in his music score.

“Up found it! Gretta’s Diner.” Will said. “I sent it to James’s phone.”

“You two go ahead. I’ll wait for James.” Damsel spotted him chatting by the stage with the young woman.

“Ok boo. We’ll see you there.” Cammie’s glazed over eyes somehow landed on Damsel. Well someone had too much fun tonight.

“Ok.” Damsel hugged her friend and headed over to James.

He wrapped up his conversation and strolled over to her pulling her closer to him by the small of her back. “It’s good to see you beautiful.” He kissed her forehead. “I missed you.”

Damsel smiled up at him. “As well you should have.”

He raised an eyebrow and laughed out loud.

“We’re meeting Will and Cammie at… Gretta’s Diner. Will sent to address to your phone.”

“Well, I was hoping to get you alone, but I suppose I could share you for a little longer.”

“Mmm,” Damsel leaned into James. “Not too long.” She smirked up at him as they walked outside. She was tucked under his arm warm and snug at his side. She rested her head on him. His smell wrapped around her singing a siren’s song of their incomplete rendezvous at the studio a few days ago. She hadn’t realized how much she wanted him, craved him until he was so close. Until she saw his handsome face playing the drums. He was so engrossed in his creative work it seemed to be apart of him. An extension of himself, of his being exposed to her.

James’s voice caught in his throat when she pulling him into an alley off the sidewalk and pressed him against the wall.

“Woah, girl, what you doin’...” He broke off when she traced his jaw with her tongue. “Shit Dame…” She pulled his bottom lip toward her with her teeth then kissed him deep, longing, needed.

He groaned and picked her up her legs wrapped around his waist and he turned them so she was against the cool brick wall. Her ass was secure in his hands. She wound her arms around his neck wanting him closer, annoyed at their clothes that kept his skin close but far away from her. He ran his hands down the sides of her arms pressing hot kisses along her jaw, neck, and shoulder that he exposed by pushing her shirt over it. A hand ran up her leg, moved aside the tight skin of her leather skirt, and formed over her butt cheeks. She arched into his kisses, rolled her hips wanting his more manly part closer to hers.

“Is this what you wanted? Is this why you wore this short little skirt?” James’s husky voice sent a chill through her body. He grabbed her ear between his teeth and pulled. His hands grazed her through the fabric of her underwear making her mind spin with an almost hazy confusion. “Is this what you want? You want me to touch your sweet little pussy?”

Damsel opened her heavy eyelids enough to find James’s dilated eyes in the ill lit alley staring into her a glint of lust and mischievous charm echoing in their depths. She nodded.

“Tell me baby. Tell me what you want me to do.” He stopped massaging the needy hot flesh between her legs waiting. Did he really expect her to be able to come up with a coherent thought?

“I-I want you t-to…” Damsel broke off with a moan when James’s thumb rolled over her hard nipple.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Touch me... James?” He staggered voice managed.

“Where? Where do you want me to touch you, baby?”

Damsel’s senses were being thrown all off center at the feel of his hands even through the fabric of her clothes. Her breasts strained painfully against her shirt as if trying to reach the heat of James beyond. “Anywhere, everywhere. Just put your hands on me. I need you to touch me.”

James let out a low laugh. “You need me to touch you, baby?”

Damsel nodded.  Her hand fumbled with the button on his jeans then the zipper. He flexed his hips and she felt his desire still covered by his briefs at the cusp of her sex. He grabbed her desperate hands and pinned them against the wall above her head with one hand, the other still hovered close to her sex.  

“I need to feel you James.”

His mouth pulled up a roguish smirk sending a wave of desire through her.

The hand on her butt left to free himself from the opening in the front of his boxers and retrieve a condom. He sheathed himself then pulled her shirt down and tongued her exposed breast. She shivered when the warm draft of the breeze hit the sensitive skin. “You’re so sexy.” James pulled her lip between her teeth. He moved her panties aside and slid himself between her lower lips down to the cusp of her hot ready entrance. “Is this what you want baby?”

“Mhm.” Her breath caught when he pushed himself inside her. The sensation of every nerve being activated was almost too much. Endorphins flooded her mind the chill of the breeze the heat of his body thrusting against her, the cool solidity of the wall behind her, almost all too much.

She held onto James when he pulled her away from the wall and supported her weight with his arms by her thighs clasped in his hands. He pumped into her driving that creeping sensation that started at the base of her spine and had been slowly making it’s way up to the back of her head. She felt wild and free and exposed, adventurous and slightly out of her mind. It was thrilling! He was thrilling. He was wild! He let her be free… Her mind erupted. He grabbed her face and smashed his mouth over hers muffling her belted scream. Her body fell apart around him.

He leaned her back against the brick wall the air filled with them trying to catch their breath. She shivered when a gust of wind filtered through the alley and brushed across her skin.

He leaned his forehead on hers still inside her. He laughed low at first then louder letting his head fall back.

“What?” She wanted to know what he found so amusing.

“You got a little freak in you don’t you?”

She felt heat push up and settle in her cheeks and shrugged. “Nothing new to you, I’m sure.”

James pulled away from her a bit an eyebrow raised. “I know you think I’m a roguish pagan sex god but this was the one and only time I’ve ever stroked a kitty cat in an alley.” He stroked her cheek with the tip of his nose.

Damsel hid her face behind her hands eliciting another laugh from James. He pulled her hands away and kissed her mouth. He parted her lips with a coax from his tongue and stroked her tongue with his. She moaned her body feeling him growing again inside of her.

Damsel groaned when James put space between their faces. “The next sunday you’re free, I want you to come over for sunday dinner.”       

Damsel’s lusty haze cleared enough to process his request. “Sunday dinner?” He put her down when she pushed away from him and she adjusted her clothes. “Like to meet your mom?”

James nodded pulling his clothes back together. “You seemed to be intrigued asking Will and all.” He raised an eyebrow at her mischief evident in the glint of his hazel eyes.

Damsel grummbled. “He told you that?”

“He’s my brother. We tell each other just about everything.”

She crossed her arms waiting for him at the entrance to the alley. “Meeting your mom is a big deal James. It’s not something to be taken lightly. Isn’t it too soon for something like that?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t do dating rules very well. I can tell you that my mama has never met any females on my account but I’d like her to meet you.”

Damsel swallowed pulling her sweater closer around her shoulders. She fell into stride with James as they headed toward the diner a mile apart on the sidewalk. People were walking between them as they carried on in silence.

What was she being squeamish about? She didn’t think he was a commitment type and here he was doing all the correct things to show her he’s serious and interested.  She was the one wanting backing out. She felt pressure she’d never felt with him before. She glanced over at James his hands tucked in his jean pockets. A smile pulled up the corner of her lips. God he was so freaking handsome. The street lamps overhead caught some lighter highlights in his dark hair styled sexy-tamed-wild on his head.

“If you’re not ready we can wait. I just don’t understand how you can know me without knowing my family.” He said scratching his head glancing her way a hurt look in his eyes.

“ It’s not like I don’t want to meet them. I do. I just don’t want to rush things.”

He stopped walking and faced her. “I really don’t understand what you want from me most of the time.”

Damsel found her feet. Maybe because she didn’t know what to want from him. She was sure about her initial reaction. She was sure he was going to be a flop. If she was so sure why the hell did she take the first date? Why did she continue her time with him to the art museum and his house after? She shivered a gust of wind off the ocean sending a chill through her body.

He pulled her into the pocket at his side and she nestled against him. “Come here girl. No need to be cold when I’m right here.” They started walking again.

“I should come over this weekend and cook you dinner. I have saturday off.” She met his eyes expectantly. He smiled moving a wild straight strand of hair out of her face.

“I have another commitment on saturday.”

Her face fell. “Oh okay.” Her voice sounded pathetic she knew it. The thought of not seeing him until the following week because she was scheduled to work sunday, monday and tuesday made her insides tighten.

James stopped, pulled away, started digging in his pocket and pulled out his keys. He removed one and held it out to her. “I wouldn’t mind coming home to a hot meal. I’m sure I’ll be ravenous.” His hazel eyes glittered with a naughty playfulness that made her stomach fly for a moment.

She frowned up at him then back at the shiny gold plated silver key. She looked at the calm expression on his face then a giddy joy rolled through her entire being and presented as an overbearing ear to ear smile on her face. “I-I...it’s your house, though.”

He nodded waiting for her to take it. Hesitant at first she reached for it, paused and found his steady gaze then plucked it gently from his grasp. She hugged him close knowing this, though spur the moment, was a big, if not enormous, step for James.  

He held her to him for an extended period before he pulled away to look in her eyes and cupped her face. “I never want you to doubt that I want you.”

She nodded finding smiling hazel eyes. She wrapped her arm around his waist and fell into stride next to him.

Her mind was searching, thinking. She didn’t see him as a long term partner in the beginning. He didn’t fit her archetype, but he fit her. He made her feel alive, desired, cared for and things she didn’t know she wanted to feel like sexy, wild, and free.

Her mother’s voice echoed in her head. It’s not too late to turn back. Or was it? Damsel didn’t know but she did know she didn’t want to turn back. She wanted to push on. She wanted to unravel the mystery that made the man, her James, who he was.
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