Chapter 27 Dom

Chapter 27

Dom

Just like that first kiss, I wait for her to make the move. To prove to me she’s not just using me as a distraction. There’s a lot I’ll put up with, especially from this woman, because she’s worth it. That being said, I need to know that she heard me when I laid it out for her, that she’s not running from her fear—we’re in too deep now for that.

“You’re annoyingly persistent.” Smoothing her hands up my chest they loop behind my neck.

Her eyes drop to my lips and it takes all my willpower not to duck my head and steal a taste because we’ve been here before, with me thinking we were in it together, only for her to leave. I’ve been waiting for this kiss for months; there were times when I thought it wouldn’t come. Now that it’s right here in front of me, I almost can’t believe it. My palms sweat and my stomach flips like it’s my first kiss all over again.

“I’d say it paid off.”

Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips, and I can’t tear my eyes away from that one little movement .

“You think so?”

Fuck, this girl is stubborn.

“Mhmmm . . . because you’re about to kiss me and then I’m going to spend the rest of the night torturing you with my fingers and mouth until you finally beg for my cock. Unless you’re planning to run again because this time, when I fuck you like we are more, we will be.”

Her quick intake of breath is the last thing I hear before she pulls me down to her and takes my mouth just the way I remember, with wild abandon and passion. Our first kiss was nearly perfect, but I’ll never forget this one because she’s finally giving herself to me, and not just for the night.

Our lips work together, making up for the months we missed. Indie presses closer, her wet swimsuit soaking through my clothes. When she chases more, I open for her, swallowing the contented sigh she makes as our tongues brush. One sweet sound is all it takes to break me. My hands travel down her body tracing all her curves and slick skin before I grip the back of her legs and lift her.

Taking the hint, she wraps her legs around my waist. I walk us right past the lounger, into the house, and past the couch, heading for the stairs. I pause at the bottom step and she pulls back for a moment. For once, there is no war waging behind those eyes. She presses her forehead against mine, dipping her head in a resolute nod.

“Fuck yes,” I growl against her lips—each step, each kiss closing the gap between our past and what we can be.

Her hands work the buttons on my shirt as I move us to the bed, my lips never leaving hers. If I have my way, there will be a lot more kissing, because of everything I’ve missed this last year, being able to kiss her is at the top of that list.

Maybe it’s because she so rarely shows people her softer side, but when her lips are on mine, she melts, giving me access to a vulnerable side that feels like it’s just for me. These last two times we’ve been together, she kept that part of herself from me. But right now, each kiss feels like a promise that she sees more for us .

It’s a race for skin, all frantic hands and trembling fingers. She pushes the shirt off my shoulders and I tug at the strings holding her top in place, making it fall away. When her hands reach for the button on my jeans, I stop her, needing a second.

“You need to be sure, because if we do this, it means something to me. I need to know that this isn’t you just playing games, using me as a distraction.” My heart sinks when she pulls her hand from between us. But when her expression softens and her fingers graze my jaw as she cups my face, my world rights itself.

The pad of her thumb brushes along my cheekbone, and I can see the truth in her eyes when they slowly lift to meet mine. “It’s always meant something to me.”

Removing my hands from the one still on the button, I watch as she works it free and pushes the fabric down over my hips so I can step out of them.

“I really hate this tattoo.” Her pupils dilate and her voice is raspy. Even as she says it, her eyes never stray from the ink.

“It seems like it. That’s why I always catch you looking at it. You just don’t like that it makes you want to take my dick for a ride.” Letting my finger drift over her jawline, I push a wet curl behind her ear.

“It certainly doesn’t hurt, but that’s not why I want you right now.”

“And why do you want me right now?” I need to be certain that we are on the same page.

“Because when I’m with you, everything else disappears. For some stupid reason, you and your dick calm the storm raging inside me. I can’t explain it, but we make sense. You soothe my wild heart. The happy, easygoing nature that drives me nuts transfers over to me and I can just be .”

“You know how much I love it when you compliment my cock, but right now I’m going to pretend you left him out of it. All I heard was you finally admitting that you want me.”

“Mhmmm. Do you really want to leave him out?” she asks, pulling me closer by the waistband of my briefs .

“In a heartbeat, if it means that you admit you like me as much as you like him.”

“I-I don’t hate you, isn’t that a start? And I let you take care of me, which is more than I ever thought possible. Then there’s the fact that I can’t seem to stay away. None of it makes sense. I guess I’m just sick of fighting it.”

“A start isn’t good enough. Not where you are concerned, but you’re close to admitting what we both know.”

“And what’s that?” she asks as I drop my lips to her neck.

“You.”

Bite

“Like.”

Kiss

“Me.”

Suck

“What would make you think that?”

“The way you kiss me. How I’m the person you call when you need something. That no one is forcing you to be here and yet here you are, again.”

Dragging her up the bed with me, I kiss my way down her chest, taking my time with each nipple, sucking the tight peaks into my mouth. As much as she complains about my shaggy hair, she can’t seem to keep her hands out of it. If she ever cuts it, I’m going to miss the way she tugs on it, especially when I do something that drives her wild.

“Dom, please. I want you.”

“So glad to hear that, but I’m not ready yet. I promised to eat this pussy, and I meant it. Besides, that didn’t quite sound like begging, but you will be soon.” Reaching between us I tug her swimsuit bottoms to the side and swipe my fingers through her slick center. “Judging by how wet you are, you like the sound of that.”

“Oh, shit,” she moans when I push two fingers inside her. My cock aches and the friction from sliding down the bed does nothing to calm him. Kneeling at the end of the bed I drape her thighs over my shoulders. Moving intently, I peel her bottoms down her long legs before I lick a hot path right to her center.

“I’ ll never tire of the taste of you. No one would believe me if I told them how sweet my girl is, but that’s a secret I’ll take to the grave. This is all mine, and I’m not sharing these pieces of you with anyone.”

“God, I hate how hot I think that is. What are you doing to me?”

“If you have to ask, I’m obviously not doing my job well enough. I’ll have to try harder.” I suck her clit into my mouth, forcing a broken, ragged noise from her throat. She’s close.

“Dom.” My name on her lips is a plea for more.

“Yes, Baby.” My fingers reach for that spot inside her and press, the move has her clenching around me.

“I want you,” she cries, her nails scrapping my back, trying to force me from my happy place.

“And you’re going to get me. But first I need you to come for me.” Those magic words and one flat drag of my tongue over her clit, is all it takes for her to lose herself to her release, thighs trembling on my shoulders as her back bows off the bed. “That’s it, Baby. So perfect when you let go of control.”

“You make me feel out of control. You have since that first night. It was all too much, too fast. I did that once before. Falling hard and fast for a boy who said all the right things. I couldn’t trust my instincts when they had been so wrong last time, but he wasn’t even half the man you’ve shown me since I moved here.”

“Careful, it almost sounds like you’re admitting you like me.” I crawl up her body, stopping to lay a kiss right over her still wildly beating heart.

“I do like you, Dom. What the hell are we going to do about it?”

“Let’s start with you telling me how badly you want my dick so I can fuck you, and then we can figure it out, together.”

She rolls her eyes, but there’s plenty of heat behind the sassy reaction. “Admitting I wanted you wasn’t enough, you need me to stroke your ego as well?”

“You want to stroke him . . .” I roll my hips over her still sensitive clit making her eyes flutter shut and her mouth fall open. “Then yes, I need to hear you say it.”

“Please, Dom. I need you inside me.” The husky voice she uses and the way my name rolls off her tongue will be burned into my memory forever

“So polite about it too. You want this dick, Baby?” Another pulse over her center.

“No, I need it. A year without . . . we are well beyond want,” she says on the edge of coming apart for me again.

“It’s yours.” I push up on my elbow, taking her hand in mine and slipping both under the waistband of my underwear. Together, we stroke my hard cock. “Fuck. I’ve been dying to have your hands on me again.”

“Could have fooled me with how you held me off, but I get it. I’m sorry for not seeing what was in front of me sooner. Something that feels this perfect can’t be bad, right?” I try not to focus on the remaining insecurity in her voice. If she needs me to keep showing her that I’m the man she needs, it’s fine. I had no plans to stop.

“Well, I’m not holding you off any more and right now I need to be buried so deep inside you, you never forget what it feels like to take every inch of me.”

I shudder at the loss of her hand squeezing me, but it’s quickly forgotten when she slides the briefs over my hips, helping me work them down my legs. She’s just as eager as I am.

Now that we’ve made it here I’m having a hard time processing that this is actually happening and need to be certain I’m not dreaming, so I brush her hair behind her ear and kiss her, taking my time with each caress of my tongue against hers. The steady rise and fall of her chest under me and the slight sting when her fingers twist in my hair are enough to make me believe this is real. I’m finally getting the second chance I’ve been holding on to for the last year.

When she shifts under me, my hard length slides through her heat and I groan, absorbed in the feel of her skin against mine

“Hold on—fuck,” I drag out, panting because she’s already gotten me so worked up. I lean back on my heels squeezing the base of my cock. “Damn, you’re so fucking beautiful. I’ve missed this—you.”

“Then why aren’t you inside me yet?”

“Condom,” I croak out .

“Oh.” Her face falls for a second and my heart drops. “I never forget protection and I was ready to just let you . . .” Her voice trails off.

“If you’re not ready, we can wait,” I say, pausing with my hand halfway to the nightstand.

“No, that’s not it. I just . . . you just make me crazy. I want you. This. All of it. Please.”

That’s all I need to hear. I’m pulling open the drawer and sheathing myself a moment later. Resting on my forearms I kiss her nose and notch myself at her entrance. She doesn’t wait for me to move, tilting her hips to meet me and sighing when the tip sinks inside her.

The only thing I want more than to sink all the way inside her is to torture her a little first. So I pull back, loving the way it makes her whimper and the fire in her eyes. She hooks her leg over my hip.

“You want more of me?”

The nod she gives me won’t do, even with the coy way she bites her plump lower lip.

So I push in again, only giving her a fraction of what she needs and then withdraw.

A harsh breath skates over my heated skin as she sighs. “Please, Dom. Fuck me. Give me all of you.”

The shift between us is immediate. Her words lock it into place, like two tectonic plates shifting and forever altering the landscape of our relationship. “All you had to do was ask.” This time I sink all the way in, shuddering when her tight heat wraps around me. I fuck her slowly, with long drags of my cock until we are both barely hanging on, panting and sticky with sweat. Leaning down I take her mouth, quieting a string of curses as she tightens around me when I press my thumb to her clit. With each pass of my finger over the sensitive spot, she clings to me, and her tits press into my chest.

“Oh hell, Indie,” I growl, everything around us fading away until it’s just the feel of her tight heat draining my own orgasm from me. My cock twitches inside her, filling the condom until there’s nothing left to give .

For a minute, the only noise is the swift whoosh of our beating hearts. Indie is the first to speak, pressing soft kisses along my neck, my pulse still hammering beneath her lips. “Begging might just be my new favorite hobby.” Her soft chuckle turns to a contented sigh when I ease out of her to take care of the condom.

“You begging for my dick is a core memory for sure, but anytime you want something from me, all you have to do is ask.”

“Noted,” she says, patting me on the cheek.

“Just, um . . . give me a second to take care of things.” My eyes keep finding my way back to her as I cross the room to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean up. If she bolts again, I’m not sure what I’ll do. I’ve always let things roll off my back, but losing her right after I finally got her back would stick with me.

When I return with a washcloth in hand, she lets me take care of her. She would never admit it, but I can see the nerves in the way she pins her swollen bottom lip between her teeth.

“Don’t hurt those lips. I like kissing them too much for you to chew a hole through them,” I warn, shooting the cloth into the hamper like a basketball.

“I’m just not sure what to say.”

“Then maybe you can just answer a question for me. Do you want to stay the night?”

“Yes.”

Relief washes over me with the immediate answer.

“And will you let me make you your coffee in the morning without making a run for it?”

“Also yes.” This time she smiles and everything is right in my world.

“Let’s just start there. We can take it one step at a time. You spend more time here, I spend more time at your place. When I’m not on the road, you let me take you out on a proper date.”

“That sounds perfect.”

“Good, now how about you beg for my dick again and this time I’ll fuck you like you made me wait a whole year to have you again. Hard and dirty. ”

Her pupils flare at the heat behind my words. She better believe I mean it. I might be patient, but this girl put me through the fucking wringer.

“Please, Dom,” is all she says before I pounce on her.

There’s a smile on my face when I wake up the next morning, the spot on the bed next to me still warm, but when I reach for the body beside mine I’m met with wiry hair that feels nothing like Indie’s smooth skin.

Panic takes over and I shoot up, scaring the shit about out of Ronnie, who jumps off the bed and runs out the door. It’s not until I hear the shower running that the alarms ringing in my head go silent.

She didn’t leave me.

Maybe both of us still have some healing to do to trust each other.

I’m pulling on a pair of basketball shorts and a clean t-shirt to start her coffee before I need to head to the stadium when I hear a sob that I can’t ignore.