Chapter 35 Dom

Chapter 35

Dom

Fucking perfect, that’s what Indie is and I’m livid that someone treated her the way her ex did. He’s a prick, and I’d like nothing more than to be the one to put his head through the outfield wall. Indie might have succeeded in temporarily distracting me, but it doesn’t negate how angry I am on her behalf.

At least the view is phenomenal while I stew. Each step Indie takes in front of me makes her ass bounce. She hops over rocks and roots, picking her way down the narrow trail back to the car. Honestly, the rhythmic bouncing is the only thing keeping me from losing my shit. I’m not a fighter, but fuck, if I thought she’d tell me who hurt her, I’d be ringing his bell as quick as I could charter a flight to find him.

Indie seems completely unbothered. Like getting it out was enough to heal the damage he did. I’m pretty sure she would have sprinted back if it hadn’t been for her recently healed ankle. This gorgeous girl could have anyone she wants, and she’s picking me . . . and my tongue. But after that rare heart to heart, it feels like we are both finally on the same page. Her page is much more relaxed than mine after our conversation, but I’m glad to bear the burden. She deserves the break.

“Careful,” I warn when she skids around a corner. I lunge forward, my hands landing on her hips and tugging her back into me to steady her before she can lose her footing. Her contagious laughter echoes through the trees, and she gives me a look over her shoulder that’s so happy it makes my chest squeeze. “You’re fucking stunning.”

Only two things are stopping me from tossing her in the backseat and burying myself inside her. The dog watching us creeps me the fuck out, and a rushed car quickie isn’t what I’m after, not when it feels like her walls are finally down.

“Is it just me or was that drive back lo-longer?” Indie sputters when my lips find the spot on her neck that makes her eyes roll back in her head. She’s pressed up against the wall in the entryway to my house as I let my hands roam over her, mapping out the way she feels in my arms.

“Should have just made the dog close her eyes and had you ride me in the car the way I wanted you to,” I tell her, finding my way under her tank top and up the side of her rib cage.

“Weird. I swear you said you were hungry.”

“Famished.” Lowering her feet to the ground, I follow the same path, my knees landing on the ground in front of her.

“I like the way you look down there, kneeling at my feet.” Nails scrape across my head as she pushes my hair back off my forehead, tilting my head back. “This was my favorite way to imagine you when I couldn’t get you out of my head for the last year. On your knees, begging for just one more taste. I never dared to admit, even just to myself, that I wanted more too.”

“That fantasy of yours got one thing wrong,” I tell her, my palms covering the miles of silky skin she has on display, not stopping until they are cupping her cheeks under her shorts.

“Which part is that?”

“One more time was never going to be enough. I would’ve been begging for a lifetime with you.”

Her eyes widen and her hand wraps around the base of her neck. She looks like she’s at the top of a rollercoaster. There’s the awe of being so high, along with the fear of the fall. “I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”

“I’m a patient man, and being on my knees for you is one hell of a way to wait.” After a temporary detour to grab her ass, my hands reach the waistband of her shorts, pulling them down her legs, only to find her bare underneath.

“They have a liner.” She shrugs in explanation.

“Is this like that thing girls do with pockets?”

Breathy laughter bubbles out of her. “What?”

“When girls wear a dress with pockets and they need everyone in a fifty-mile radius to know.”

“I’m familiar with the phenomenon, but why are you?”

“Two sisters.”

“Right. They’re going to like me, aren’t they?” No one would ever describe this woman as vulnerable, but in this moment, her raw unguarded insecurity has me desperate to put her mind at ease.

Leaning forward I kiss her stomach. “They’re going to want to keep you as much as I do. But do you really want to talk about them right now?”

Her dark eyes flare. “No. I want you to show me what it feels like if I let you keep me forever.”

“Fuck, yes.” I hook her leg over my shoulder and run my tongue along her slit. There’s a thump above me that sounds like her head falling back against the wall, but I don’t stop to check. “You okay, Baby?” I mumble against her sex.

“Never better.”

“You say that now, but I’m just getting started.” Proving my point I tease her clit with my tongue .

“More please,” she gasps, pulling me to her.

Giving her more has never been the problem; it’s whether or not she would accept it. But something is different tonight. “Is this what you want?” Walking my fingers up her inner thigh, I run my fingers along her seam.

“I want you inside me,” she purrs, her heel digging into my back.

“Like this?” I ask, pressing two fingers into her heat.

“It’s not enough. I need your cock.”

“Not until you come for me.”

Pain zings through my scalp when she pulls my head back. She shakes her head, swallowing almost fearfully.

“Tell me, Indie. I’ll give you anything you need.”

“Just you, Dom. All of you,” she begs, her words splintering when I curl my fingers.

My heart stutters in my chest, and for a second I think it might give out on me. Still at her feet, the lines of her face are soft, the fear gone. This isn’t a game, it’s not something she’s trying on for size. She’s right here on the precipice with me, ready to fall. Vulnerable, open and so fucking stunning. I thought it was there earlier when she opened up about her ex, but I see it now clear as day. She’s all in. “I need your words.”

“I want you bare. Nothing between us.”

I’m on my feet, bringing her with me in an instant. There’s no way in hell I’m doing this with her pressed up against a wall like some desperate quickie.

As I walk us past Ronnie’s bed, she doesn’t even lift her head, exhausted from the hike. Thank fuck for that.

With Indie still clinging to me, I lower her to the end of the bed and she goes up onto her knees, kissing me deeply, taking control as she tugs my shirt up, breaking away just long enough to get it over my head.

“Indie, slow down.”

“Can’t. I need this.” Her lips are already brushing against mine again as she pushes at the waistband of my shorts. “Need you.”

“Fuck, don’t I know it, but we’ve got time,” I say, my hands coming to the side of her face, stopping her, surveying if it’s fear or something else driving her .

She nods, slowing her pace. “It’s just . . . No one’s ever made me feel the things you do. Sometimes it feels like it could all slip through my fingers.”

“I won’t let that happen.” I push her back on the bed and stretch out over the top of her.

“These still need to go,” she says, slipping her hand into the back of my shorts, but she lacks the panic-laced urgency from a moment ago.

“And they will, but first, I need to finish my meal.”

She hisses when my teeth graze her nipple on my path down to her pelvis. “You don’t have to—”

I silence her with a raised eyebrow. “You wouldn’t take my life’s greatest pleasure from me, would you?”

“Ridiculous,” she huffs before she turns to putty under me with one swipe of my tongue.

“Judging by how soaked you are, I think you like it, too.”

“So damn much.”

My fingers slide in easily, curling and pulsing; working her back up to the panting mess she was in the hallway before she asked me to fuck her with nothing between us. My cock throbs at the reminder and I press my hips into the bed, seeking out relief. “I’m going to need you to come for me now, because I’m not too proud to admit that I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to hold out with this perfect pussy wrapped around me and nothing between us.”

“Dom.” Her cries are borderline feral as she grips the sheets, her hips lifting. Pushing her back down, I keep my palm pressed to her pelvis and work her clit with my tongue. She comes apart with a curse as her thighs close around my head.

Crawling up the bed I lower myself so my lips brush against her when I say, “Taste yourself and tell me if you’d get sick of this. I’d give up baseball if it meant I could start and end everyday like this for the rest of my life.”

She lifts, sealing her lips over mine. While we work each other into a frenzy with our mouths, she wraps a leg around my waist, pulling me in and scooting her hips until I’m lined up right where she wants me. “Fuck me, Dom. ”

“Say no more,” I tell her, thrusting into the most perfect pussy. She stretches around me, her tight heat almost more than I can handle. “This is where I was meant to be. This pussy was always mine. You were always meant to be mine.” I ignore the primal need to pull out and drive myself back inside her, claiming her until she’s screaming my name. This moment is one I want to imprint on my very soul, never forgetting a single detail.

“I’m yours,” she repeats, pulling me forward with her heel, burying me as deep as she can. And when I give my hips a shallow thrust, her mouth falls open and her eyes roll back. “I can feel you everywhere like this. Oh god. It’s so good.”

And it is. I’ve never felt anything like it. Gritting my teeth I battle the tension already crawling down my spine, threatening to end this far sooner than I would like. The she-devil underneath me notices and her lips tip up in a devious smile before she tightens around me. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Firecracker.”

“What’s wrong?” Her voice drips with a sweetness that we both know she would never use outside of mocking me.

“If you’re enjoying this half as much as I am, I’d think twice before doing that again.” Snaking my hand between us, I press my thumb to her clit, pulling a shaky exhale from her.

“This?” she asks, clamping down so her muscles squeeze me again. It’s enough that I have to slow my movements.

“Fuck, Indie,” I growl, circling her swollen clit, hoping she’s close because I’m hanging on by a thread, as sweat beads along my brow.

“Shit,” she groans, her facade cracking and the cocky smile slipping as she digs her nails into my shoulder.

“That’s better. Two can play this game, Baby.” I lower my head, sucking her nipple into my mouth. “Tell me you’re close.”

“Fill me, let me feel you inside me,” she says panting through each word and my restraint snaps as my body coils tight. “That’s it. Take me with you when you go.” Stars burst in my peripheral as I reach the point of no return.

She tilts her hips up adjusting the angle to get what she needs as I pound into her, my mouth and fingers working in tandem to get her there with me. When her eyes flutter closed and her back bows, I take her mouth, kissing her as my dick pulses inside of her—filling her just like she asked.

Fuck, I want to do it again.