Chapter 16

Elena

Christmas and New Year's went by and it's Thursday of our first week back at school. Damon bought me a new underwear set that I wore for him already and a rose gold necklace with a key on it. He bought himself a matching keychain and put a matching heart on it telling me I had the key to his heart. Cheesy I know. But so sweet. I bought him a new leather jacket that he wears whenever we go out.

I make it to the Cafeteria for lunch and grab a salad. Damon comes up behind me and places his hand on my back leading me to the table. We sit down next to each other and he places his left hand on my thigh. "Having a good day?" he asks opening his water.

I nod my head. "I spoke to the counselor about my college applications."

"You worry too much. We'll get into the same one." he says confidently.

I sure hope so. We applied to a few of the same schools. The one we both want is Columbia. He wants to get an apartment together off campus.

"So, everyone ready for tomorrow night?" Matt asks the group of us. We are all planning to head to 1Oak to see a live band.

We all agree. "You. Me. My bed." Damon says gripping my thigh.

I giggle and clasp his hand with mine. "Of course."

We continue talking about the new band and I just finish eating when I feel a firm grip on my left shoulder. "Your hair is easy to spot," says a familiar voice.

I shriek and jump up. Gripping my dad tightly. "Daddy!" I exclaim gripping him tighter.

I start to cry into his shoulder when he wraps his arms tighter around me. "I missed you too sweetheart."

I pull back keeping my hand wrapped around his arm. I get my first look at him in months period I cry harder and snuggle into his fatigues. I swipe away my tears and look up induced face. His eyes are sparkling with unshed tears. He wipes his own eyes.

I look from him back to the table. "Sorry" I say laughing. "This is my dad!" I whisper shout and laugh again. I shake my head and fan my face.

My dad chuckles. "15 days kiddo. Then I head back."

I nod my head in understanding. "What are you doing here?"

"I wouldn't dare miss the opportunity to embarrass you." He says waving his hand around.

I get my first look around and notice for the first time we have everyone's attention.

"Now. Official business." He says grinning looking from me to the table. "Which one is that Damon boy your mom's been going on about?"

Damon stands and reaches out. "That would be me sir."

My dad grips his hand firmly but shakes it; glaring at him.

Damon just stand tall as my dad looks him over and hums quietly.

Dad firmly gives a curt nod. "You'll do." He thumbs towards the door looking at me. "Let's go."

I raise my brow.

My dad chuckles. "I have 15 days. I already talked to his mom and the school. Permission is granted. We're all going on vacation until Tuesday."

"Sorry but I'm with them" Damon says to our group of friends thumbing to my dad and I.

"Have fun!" Caroline yells after us as we head out of the cafeteria.

Damon and I grab our things from our lockers and head outside. My dad looks at him. "Your car?"

"Yes sir." Damon says as he unlocks the car.

"I'll meet you guys at the house. Pack for warm weather. We're going to Walt Disney World." Dad says with his arms spread wide.

I gape at him, "really?"

He nods his head and grins. He gives me a hug and looks back at Damon. "You can leave your car at our house. Don't take too long."

Damon nods. "We will be there in less than 30 minutes."

My dad nods and heads to his car. I walk over and climb into Damon's car. He gets in the driver's seat and looks at me. "So, your dad is..." he trails off biting his bottom lip.

"Scary? Intimidating?" I ask with a small smile.

"Intense. Your dad is intense." he says with a nod.

I shift in my seat. "Yeah, I guess so. I mean he can be."

Damon starts the car; pulling out of the parking lot and grips my thigh. I place my hand on his and he flips it over lacing our fingers together. "I mean don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled to see him. It just sucks to know it's only for a set amount of time."

"How long has he served?" Damon asks when we come to a stop light.

"He joined straight out of high school. He actually met my mom through a pen pal program." I laugh at the story my parents have told over the years. "He was 19 and she was 16. They wrote back and forth during his first tour of duty and when he got home, they met in person."

He pulls into his driveway and looks over at me; "no shit."

I nod. "True story. My mom just turned 17 and he was almost 20. They married just after my mom's 18th birthday.

We get out of the car and Damon comes around; pulling me into his side. "Then they had you."

"Yup. They moved to Korea when he was stationed there for a year. I was born 2 months before they were set to be back in the U.S." We walk up to the front door and he unlocks it, pulling me inside. He pushes me up against the wall and kisses my bottom lip.

"It's nice to know that some relationships work," he says tucking my hair behind my ear. He thumbs my lip. "I love you."

I wrap my arms around his neck. "I love you" I say pushing up on my toes to kiss him.

He pulls away and runs his hand through his hair. "So, Disney World?"

I bounce excitedly. "I know." I turn and run towards his room screeching; "I'm so excited!"

Damon

She runs to my room screeching; "I'm so excited!" I shake my head laughing and walk into my room. When I walked through my door, and Elena is laying on my bed on her stomach. Her elbows bent; face in palms looking at me.

"You look good on my bed." I say tapping her nose as I walk towards my closet. "I like having you here. With me." I say and she giggles.

"I like being here," she says sitting up.

Fucking A. I'm turning into a sap. You look good in my space? What the fuck is that? Whenever she is around, I swear my mouth just rambles out my thoughts. My internal dialogue is never my own anymore.

I grab my duffel bag from the closet floor and place it on my dresser. I grab 2 pair of lounge pants, 5 t- shirts, 2 pair of gym shorts, 3 cargo shorts and my black swim trunks.

Elena walks over to me and wraps her arms around my waist from behind me. "Are you excited?" she asks peering around my arm to look up at me.

"Yes. Honestly, I think I'm still in shock. I never thought I'd be invited along." I say grabbing 5 pair of boxer briefs from my underwear drawer. "I also can't believe my mom went along with it and never said anything to me."

"They're all sneaky. My dad usually tries to arrange something whenever he's been on tour, but we haven't heard much from him this time around." She says as she walks into my bathroom. "Shampoo and body wash?"

"Yeah babe. Thanks." I tell her walking over and taking it from her with a kiss.

Our actions and the way we move so seamlessly together is why I want so badly to share an apartment when we get to college. Also, I'm a guy. I don't mind the perks of having her around all the time.

I place my bag on the bed in zip it up. Elena sits down next to me and I stepped between her legs. I run my hands up her bare thighs; sliding them under her skirt. My thumbs graze her panty line in they feel like an. I raised my eyebrows at her and left her skirt.

"Oh damn." I groan out. She is wearing plain blue cotton boy shorts. No lace. Yet somehow the thought of them being nothing fancy drives me wild.

I slide my hand down the front of her underwear and find her wet. My middle finger slips down to her center. I collect the wetness and bring it back to her clit. I rub circles around her little nub.

She moans into my chest. "Damon." She presses on my chest and I still my hand. "We don't have time."

I jut out my bottom lip. "Let me lick your pussy. I want to make you come."

She huffs but I know she wants it too. "I'll be quick." I tell her hooking my fingers in her waist band and pulling off her panties.

I kneel in front of her, gripping her thighs. I spread her legs in yanked her forward. She yelps. I hook her legs over my shoulders and spread her lips. I lean down and swipe my tongue from her pert little hole all the way up to her clit.

"Oh god!" she moans loudly when I insert two fingers. I massage her g-spot using a come hither motion. I capture her hard little nub in my mouth; sucking on it.

I groan into her heat and she moans louder. I keep massaging her spot, sucking on her clit and flicking it with my tongue.

Her thighs clench tight around my neck. Her walls clamp down and I quickly replace my fingers with my tongue. I thrust my tongue into her pussy; flicking my thumb over her clit.

"Oh fuck yes!" she screams loudly as I drink up my fill. I let her ride out her orgasm. Her legs fall limp as I pull out my tongue and place my hand on her inner thigh. I lick once more and place a kiss on her little nub.

She giggles and pulls back some. Sensitive from my ministrations. I kiss her inner thigh; lightly bite and massage the sting away with my tongue.

I look up at her and adjust my throbbing erection in my pants. "Delicious," I say wiggling my brows. She shakes her head as I stand. I lean over and place a gentle kiss on her mouth. I palm her face; "I love you."

"I love you too," she says looking down at my erection. "What about you?"

I stand back up and shake my head, "it will go down."

I slide her underwear back on and pull her to stand. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses my jaw. "I'm going to change and then we'll leave," I tell her grabbing my black jersey shorts and t-shirt off my bed.

I quickly toe off my school dress shoes and slip my tie off my neck. I unbuckle my belt and pants; pulling my shirt out of them. I unbutton my dress shirt and slip it off along with my white undershirt. I drop my pants and pull on my shorts. I yank on my tee and walk over to my closet. I pull on my sneakers and grab my white Nike flip flops.

I slip my flip flops in my duffel bag and hook it over my shoulder. "Ready." I tell Elena as I take her hand. She follows me out the door. I lock up the house and we get into the car.

We make it to Elena's house less than a half hour after leaving school. Impressive if you ask me. I grab my bag and follow her into the house. Her mom is standing by the door when we get inside. She is next to a couple small suitcases. "You all set Damon?" she asks.

"Yes mam" I say with a smile.

"Great. Elena go pack quick because we need to head to the airport soon. Our flight is at 3:45pm."

Elena heads towards the stairs and I go to follow. Her mom grabs my arm. "Not so fast young man." Her dad says coming from around the corner of the living room.

I look towards Elena and she mouths good luck. Her dad stands in front of me. He is wearing Army sweatpants, t-shirt and sneakers. I stand tall when Miranda removes her hand from my arm. Grayson is a huge guy. His muscles are bulging from his shirt; and he has a good few inches on me in height, so I have to tilt my head to look at him.

That's saying a lot since I'm 6'2". I refuse to cower. We stare at each other for a couple minutes. He laughs and pats me on the back. He guides me with his hand towards the back door. "I want to talk to you."

I nod my head and follow him out back. This is either going to go well or horribly. I cringe at that thought.

He sits down on an Adirondack chair on the back deck and taps on the one beside him. I follow suit. He looks out towards the backyard, then faces me.

"How long have you been with my daughter? He asks leaning forward; elbows on his knees and hands clasped.

"For a little over two months sir." I say confidently. "We started seeing each other the week after you all moved here."

He nods his head. "I've heard good things about you from Mer, but that doesn't mean that I like you."

I stare at him waiting for him to continue.

"She may be 18, but she is still my baby girl. My first born." He tells me as he stands up in front of me. "I am trusting you to keep her safe and happy. You don't want to screw that up." He states lowering the tone in his voice in a warning.

I push up to stand and I look him in the eyes. "I only want the best for her. I love her."

He glares at me but relents with a curt nod. "Good talk," he says as he walks back inside and I follow him.

I refuse to cross that man. Holy shit. He scared me, but I refuse to let it show.