Chapter 20 Dom

Chapter 20

Dom

Nothing has ever been as beautiful and devastating as Indie naked and crying in my pool.

There was a notification from my security system that she was here when I pulled my phone from my locker after our loss tonight, but I wasn’t prepared to find her floating, with her head tipped back and her face red from tears. Black curls float behind her in the clear blue water and her arms stretch wide, making her look like a broken angel; bared to me and vulnerable with everything below her breasts underwater as she drifts aimlessly through my pool.

It’s not a conscious decision when I see her from the edge of the patio, her chest trembling as the strongest woman I know falls apart in front of my eyes. My shoes and socks join the pile of her clothes, followed swiftly by my shirt and joggers. Only my briefs remain when I lower myself into the water.

Not wanting to startle her, I whisper her name, laying my hand on her shoulder. “Indie.”

She does the last thing I expect and doesn’t hide from me. There’s no yelling or snark when she turns in the water to face me with so much sadness. Pulling her to me is as much of an instinct as going to her, because seeing her like this guts me.

It isn’t until she wraps herself around me, her wet skin slipping against mine, that I question my character. Maybe stripping down was the wrong choice because my dick doesn’t get the memo that now is not the time to take notice of the hot, wet woman in my arms.

One I’ve wanted since she walked out on me without looking back. “Do you want to tell me why you’re topping off my pool with salt water?” I ask, doing my best to ignore the heat of her nestled right against my now semi hard dick. My efforts to keep him under control can only do so much—I’m not a magician.

“Talking won’t help.” Only the tracks from her tears remain on her stunning face as she sinks her fingers into my hair clinging to me like I’m the only thing that can keep her from drowning in her feelings.

“What do you need? Name it and it’s yours.”

“Make me feel something—anything but this.” Her hips shift and she buries her face in the crook of my neck.

She’s using me. I know it and she knows it, but I also know it’s more than that. As much as she continues to deny it, there is this tether between us. One that keeps bringing her back to me; that she can’t cut completely. “It’s cute that you think you get my cock. I didn’t hear you beg for it yet.”

Fire rages behind those dark eyes just like I wanted. She asked me to make her feel something else and annoyance is just the start. Cutting through the pool I head to the stairs and adjust my grip on her, my fingers digging into her cheeks.

When I bought the house, one of the selling points was the privacy the backyard offered me. Especially this covered patio, although I never guessed that I’d have a naked Indie under me on the lounger. Which is exactly where she is now as I lower her onto the plush cushions.

“Where are you going?” She pushes up on her elbows and I can see the panic from earlier returning.

“Just grabbing you a towel.”

“But I don’t want a— ”

“Calm down. There’s no way I’m covering this perfect fucking body.”

I turn back to find her with her arms folded glowering at me. “Didn’t anyone teach you that telling a woman to calm down is the fastest way to a fight?”

“Yep. But I bet you taste even sweeter when you’re mad, and I’m famished for a post-game snack.”

If she’s going to let me touch her, you bet your sweet ass I’m going to do it thoroughly. Grabbing her behind the knees I tug her down the chair causing a little shriek to come out of her. “Now get your ass down here where I can eat properly.” I slip the rolled-up towel under her ass for support and straighten her injured leg so she’s not tempted to use it. “Are you going to make me pin that leg down, or do you think you can control yourself?”

“That shouldn’t be a problem judging by the amount of words coming out of your mouth when I told you I wasn’t interested in talking.” Threading her fingers through my hair, she tilts my head up to look at her. “Are you going to make me forget, or should I go find someone else?”

“You can try, but no one can do it as well as I can.”

With a deliberate touch, my fingers graze the inside of her leg starting from just above where the yellow bruising fades away to her inner knee and back down. Each pass has her chest rising and falling a little faster.

Pain bites at my scalp when she twists her fingers in my hair. “I guess these pretty locks are good for something.”

“The deal still stands. You can cut it anytime.” Dropping wet kisses on her pelvis, I glance up to find her lips parted and her eyes clouded with lust.

“You were serious about that.”

“As serious as I am about eating your sweet cunt.” My teeth drag over her skin before I bite lightly. Whatever barb she’s about to throw my way dissolves into a hiss when I bring my fingers down against her clit. “Hook that leg over my shoulder because I’m done fucking around. I’ve waited a year to bury my tongue inside you again, and I’m not wasting another second of it.”

A string of nonsense is the last thing I hear before I lose myself in her. Just like I knew she would be, she’s drenched, and not from the pool. My only regret about our time together before is that I didn’t spend more time with my head right here. Missed sleep can be made up, but I’ll never tire of her taste on my tongue, or how soft she sounds when she whimpers my name.

“You’re a fucking mess. A beautiful disaster.”

If this is the key to getting her to let her guard down, I’m going to treat myself every damn time she offers herself up. Because right now, with her ass in the palms of my hands and her fingers in my hair, she’s not fighting what she feels for me. No, she’s holding me to her like she doesn’t hate the things she thinks I stand for.

Her voice cracks, breaking through the haze I’m in. “Fuck, yes,” she hums, her grip tightening so that I’m forced to look up at her.

“You like my mouth on you, Baby?” I give her two fingers, making her suck in a sharp breath.

“W-want to know my favorite part?” The words stick in her throat.

“Tell me,” I say, hooking my fingers just to see her squirm.

“It’s the only time you stop running your mouth. And I plan to hold out as long as I can just to enjoy the extra few minutes of silence.” She tries hard to hide it, but even the way she sucks her cheek can’t conceal the twitch in the corner of her mouth.

“Just for that, I’m going to make you come fast and talk the whole time.”

“Leave it to me to ruin oral with the hot baseball player.” Her arm falls, covering her eyes.

Fresh with a renewed commitment to the cause, I drop my head and press my tongue to her clit, talking around it. “Nothing’s ruined, but you realize you called me the hottest man you’ve ever met.”

“No, I did—”

I cut her off, sucking her clit hard. “That’s what I heard.” So . . . talking like this isn’t easy, but it’s fun as hell to watch her roll her eyes at me, only to moan out my name a second later.

“Fuucck me,” she draws out when my teeth scrape her clit.

“No can do, you know the deal.” Her leg tightens around my shoulders, holding me to her wet center, covering my face in her. “Not holding out so well.” Each word is punctuated by a lick and a pump of my fingers. “It’s okay, we aren’t done yet. I’m still hungry.”

Her walls tighten around my fingers, but I don’t let up. Licking a stripe up her soaked cunt I pick up my pace pumping my fingers while she squirms beneath me. Her stunning face twists as her release tears through her. “That’s it, now give me another,” I demand, stroking her roughly.

She asked me to make her forget and when I’m done with her she’ll be too tired to think of anything but how I made her feel.

“I can’t.”

“You can. Let go, Baby. Give me everything you’ve got.”

Her back arches and the leg over my shoulder trembles. She’s right there, so I pull her swollen clit into my mouth, letting my teeth graze it. This time when she moans my name it’s paired with a warm gush, coating my face just like I wanted. It’s not until she’s pulling my head away, panting and begging for a break that I let my head fall to her stomach and catch my breath.

With the sun down and the temperature outside cooling, I scoop her up, leaving the pile of clothes behind.

When I step into the house and turn toward the stairs, she stops me. “Not up there.”

And fuck if that doesn’t mess with my head. Does she not want to taint our night together with whatever is happening now, or does she wish it never happened?

“Whatever you want.”

“Couch.” Her dark hair tickles my chin as she nods towards the living room. “It’s not like you to be this humble about being right.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. But I don’t want to argue with you when I could have my head buried between your legs again. Unless you’re ready to talk, that is.”

She shakes her head, promptly burying it in my neck, and it’s the most connected I’ve felt to her since our first night together—when she was wrapped in my arms, looking up at me like I hung the damn moon. Before she told me that she couldn’t be with me and walked out of my life, taking away the future I could already envision. Now she’s back, but I still don’t know where that leaves us.

When I lower Indie to the couch, she brushes against my painfully hard cock and I groan, squeezing it through the wet material as I kneel between her legs.

“You’re really not going to let me help you with that?” Her lashes flutter as her eyes drop from the bulge in my pants to the tattoo on my thigh. Like she can’t help herself, she reaches out tracing the lines of it.

“It’s yours anytime you want it.” I shudder under her featherlight touch and her fingers dance higher, tracing Ares’s helmet, until they are slipping under the damp fabric of my undies, making my cock jump.

“Most people probably think you’re more like Aphrodite, with that pretty boy face and easygoing personality, and maybe you are in a lot of ways.” Her palm flattens on the flank of my quad covering the goddess and her doves. “But the God of War was tenacious like you and he did the unexpected and gave Aphrodite what she was missing in her marriage to Hephaestus. People underestimate you in the same way, me included.”

Her hand starts its path north again. Snagging her wrist, I stop her pursuit before she can snap the thin leash of control that I’m tenuously holding on to. “Are you going to let me take you upstairs and tell me how much you’ve missed this?”

“No.” She swallows roughly as I lean over her on the couch, our lips nearly touching. Her eyes lower and for a second, I think she might actually kiss me. “I’m not.”

“Then put those hands to use and play with your tits while you come all over my face again.”

With one last glance at my lips, she covers her breasts with hands and kneads them.

“You listen so well when you’re riding my tongue.” Her eyes fall closed and a mumbled insult falls from her lips, but I count it as a win because she thought about kissing me, letting me take her to bed, and most importantly, she’s seeing that I’m not the guy who hurt her.