Chapter 41 Dom

Chapter 41

Dom

Punching my wife’s ex and getting benched right before my team made it to the postseason for the first time since I was called up wasn’t on my bingo card for this season. But neither was getting married and I wouldn’t change a fucking thing about either of them.

Jensen deserved so much more than a single punch to the face, both for the way he treated Indie back then and for the things he said tonight.

Indie stops when we get to the car, both of her hands coming to rest on my chest and moving up until her hands are in my hair. “Are you okay? That was a hard hit. What about your hand?” she asks, her uneasy gaze flicking over me.

With the way Jensen crashed into me, it’s a miracle one of us wasn’t hurt. Those kinds of hits always mean delayed pain though. When I wake up tomorrow, I’ll probably feel like shit.

Right now though, with this woman in my arms and everyone knowing that she’s mine not just as my girlfriend but my wife, nothing else matters.

“Never better, Baby.”

“That seems like a stretch.” She’s looking at me like I’m crazy .

“When are you going to understand that you’re the most important thing in this world?”

She ducks her head and a dark curl falls in front of her face. We have a lot to talk about. This marriage started unconventionally, but there’s nothing about it that’s fake.

Pressing my lips to hers, I open her door, taking her hands and helping her in the car.

After I start the car and back out of the stall, she links her fingers with mine and we make the drive home in a comfortable silence. Even with everything we need to figure out between us, our friends and families waiting to be brought up to speed, and the impending implications from the team over my actions tonight, I know we will be okay.

Shutting off the car, I follow Indie’s lead when we get home. After a quick greeting from Ronnie, we let her outside. When the lock clicks into place after the dog has taken care of business, Indie leads me upstairs.

My wife takes a seat at the end of the bed and drops her head into her hands, looking utterly defeated. Taking a knee in front of her, I run my hands up her thighs.

“Tonight was all my fault,” she says, and the anger from earlier creeps back up, my body growing stiff at her feet. “I’m not trying to give you an out. I don’t want you to run away, but you deserve to know everything.”

There’s almost nothing this woman could say that would send me packing. “Say whatever you need to, but I doubt it will make a difference.”

“Yesterday, when I was coming down to meet you after the game, I saw Jensen.”

She certainly has my attention. I’d wondered how he knew about the two of us, but in the heat of things it didn’t really matter, not once he started talking about Indie. “You did?” I ask, keeping my voice even.

“He spotted me coming out of the bathroom alone. The whole thing couldn’t have lasted more than thirty seconds, but he was disgusting and overly interested in what I was doing there. I should have told you last night—”

“What do you mean he was disgusting?” I ask, alarm bells going off.

“He grabbed my arm and said some things.”

With a calm I definitely don’t feel, I take her hands in mine examining her arms. If he hurt her, that punch I threw earlier will be the least of his worries.

“He didn’t hurt me,” she says, looking far steadier than I feel. “He can’t hurt me.”

“Tell me what he said.” I can’t explain why I need to know, but I do.

She looks away, her eyes angry and fixed on the wall behind me.

“You don’t have to.” I waver, not wanting to put her through more pain than she’s already dealing with.

“It shouldn’t matter what he said.”

“But it does, and it’s one of the reasons I love you. You’re passionate and fierce. You don’t put up with shit from anyone, not even me. Feeling a certain way about seeing him doesn’t make you weak or give him power. It’s just who you are.”

“First, he insinuated I was there for him. Which was bad enough, but then he grabbed my pass and saw your name. I didn’t want him to know—to taint what we have.” My voice shakes with anger. “He mocked my sexuality—and our relationship—telling me you wouldn’t mind if I came back to his hotel for a threesome. It’s the kind of shit I expect from him, but I hate that he made me question things even if only for a second.”

“Why didn’t you tell me last night?”

“It happened right before I met your parents, and I didn’t want to cause any drama. I just wanted to enjoy the night. Later, when we were alone, I was embarrassed that I let him talk to me that way. That I let his words affect me at all. I’m used to handling things on my own. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“This is one-hundred percent a him problem, not a you problem. If I’d have known—”

“Yeah, that’s another thing. What the hell were you thinking, fighting with him? You can’t fight my battles for me. I’m a big girl.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. You don’t have battles anymore. We have battles. ”

“Because I’m your wife?” Her lips tilt up in a smile that makes my dick perk right the fuck up. He needs to tone it down because with her upcoming egg retrieval, I can’t make love to her the way I want to right now.

“I’ll never get sick of hearing you say that.”

“What about, ‘I love you, husband’?”

“You’re fucking killing me, woman.”

“So we’re doing this?” she asks, her eyes shining with tears.

“Were we ever not doing it?” I ask, dragging her to the edge of the bed so I’m wedged between her legs and my arms are around her hips.

“We’re doing it out loud, and for real?”

“Just like I told you in the courthouse earlier this week, you’re the only one I want for the rest of my life. I’ve known since last year that this is what I wanted. It didn’t quite happen the way that I expected. Loving you out in the open is the only way I want to do this from now on.”

“Good, because it was never about the insurance for me either. You make me feel things no one else ever has, and I can’t imagine getting through these last few months without you. You’re infuriating and crazy. But you love me better than anyone else ever has, and I don’t want to hide that because of how it happened. Quick or not, what we have is real and perfect.”

“Do you think it’s time we come clean with your dad?”

“Yeah. He deserves the truth and more importantly I want him to know.”

We call her dad together, she tries so damn hard to keep it together, but when her dad’s voice starts shaking as he asks questions about her plans for surgery, my girl falls apart.

“Come with me,” I say, standing from the floor and holding my hand out for her. When she places it palm down in mine, I lead her to the bathroom, grabbing a towel and my grooming kit. I strip my shirt over my head and place the towel over my shoulders, unzipping the black bag and handing her the scissors. “I think it’s time for a fresh start.”

“You’re kidding right, I’m not cutting your hair.” Her fingers ruffle the long strands. “Besides, I kind of like it this way. ”

Twisting, I grab the clippers and add a guard. “In that case, just clean up the sides, wife.”

She rolls her eyes at me. “If it sucks, don’t come for me.”

“I’ll always come for you.” I wiggle my eyebrows at her in the mirror as she turns on the razor.

She chuckles. “Like I said, infuriating. Just remember who’s got the power right now.” Her lips tilt up in a mischievous smile while the electronic buzz grows louder as she presses it to the base of my neck, sweeping before rocking it away.

The next morning when I wake up, there’s a text from my mom letting us know they’ll be over at ten with breakfast. I already know they will be supportive, but I can’t say the same for the league official who I’m supposed to call in a few minutes.

Following the game last night, Wilson sat me down and asked for my side of the story. The league will issue a ruling on what, if any, disciplinary actions I’ll face. Compared to bench clearing brawls, what happened last night is pretty cut and dry.

Leaving a sleeping Indie in bed, I sneak down the stairs into my office, each step emphasizing the strain on the right side of my body from the collision last night. Whatever the outcome of this meeting, I’ll deal with it. After what Indie shared last night about her interactions with Jensen and how it affected her, I just want this to be over. Dragging it out will only hurt her more, the last thing she needs is more stress.

“Hey, Dom,” Jillian, the representative for the player disciplinary board, says when the call goes through.

“How’s it going this morning, Jillian?”

“I expect my morning is going better than yours. ”

“Actually, I don’t have any complaints. I woke up beside my beautiful wife and we are having breakfast with my parents soon.” My agent would probably slap me upside the head, but it’s the truth. Jensen’s a douche and misogynistic prick. He deserved much more than what I gave him.

“I heard from your coach that you were recently married when we talked this morning. Congratulations. He also told me he didn’t believe you should be suspended based on your actions and the events that triggered it.”

That surprises me, Wilson’s a man of few words and reading him isn’t always easy. That he went to bat for me, or really for Indie, makes the respect I already have for him grow.

“If you expect me to tell you I’m remorseful, you’ll be disappointed.”

“Honestly, after hearing from Wilson, Xavier Kingsley, and Tom Kellerman, I didn’t expect you to. I knew Wilson and Kingsley would have your back, but Kellerman’s statement backs up what the other two said. Jensen was baiting you the entire time at bat. He was actually apologetic that, as the home plate umpire, he didn’t step in sooner.”

“He had no way to know that it was more than just one player chirping to get under another’s skin at the time,” I say.

“Can you tell me exactly what happened?”

And I do, from the moment he put his hands on Indie in the hallway until I was dragged off the field.

“I appreciate your time today and your professionalism. Not everyone is as understanding during these discussions. We should have a decision later today or tomorrow,” Jillian explains. “That being said, you should prepare yourself to fly with the team when they leave for the League Division Series in Atlanta.”

One obstacle out of the way, some of the tension I’ve been carrying since last night lifts, making my shoulders ease away from my ears.

“I hate decaf,” Indie whines to Ronnie as she pours herself a cup of coffee. She still hasn’t heard me approaching and continues talking to the dog, her tone softening. “But if it means your dad and I can give you siblings in a few years, it’s worth it. ”

Damn, I wish I would have gotten that on video. “I can’t fucking wait to see you growing our babies.” She jumps, almost spilling her coffee, when I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her.

After consulting with the fertility specialist, along with the surgeon who will do her procedure after the egg retrieval, she decided she wanted to retain her ability to get pregnant through IVF. As long as there was nothing to indicate that she should have a full hysterectomy, which she will eventually have when we’ve had kids, she wants the chance to experience pregnancy.

Surrogacy isn’t off the table. We’ve talked about it at length, and if that’s what needs to happen, we are both open to that option. Indie is already grieving being able to conceive naturally, so I just want to support her however I can. And right now, that means we’re both drinking decaf.

“Are you done with your call already?”

“Mmhmm,” I mumble into her neck, inhaling the smell that is so distinctly her—sweet like honey, a little floral and that hint of spice that makes it so Indie. My cock thickens when she relaxes back into me, exhaling a contented sigh.

“Aren’t you parents and sisters coming over?” It doesn’t stop her from bringing her hand to the base of my skull and raking her nails through the much shorter hair on the back of my head. She kept the top long, trimming the back and sides into an impressive fade considering it was her first haircut.

“We have time,” I say, taking the coffee from her and setting it on the counter. With nothing but one of my old shirts on, there’s nothing stopping me from slipping my hand under the fabric and running my calloused hands all over her flawless skin.

Her chest rises and falls in time with mine as my finger coast along her ribs, and when my thumb brushes over her already tight nipples, she sucks in a breath. “So sensitive.”

“Want me to stop?” I ask, cupping her full tits gently.

“God, no. Feels good.” The words come out rushed and needy

“Perfect. I live to make you feel good.”

“How long do we have?” she asks, her voice uneven as I slip my other hand inside her panties .

“Let me worry about that.” Dropping my hand to the hem of her shirt, I bring it over her head slowly, relishing each new inch of skin exposed to me. “Hands on the counter, wife.”

Her fingers grip the edge of the marble and I pull her hips back, making her back arch. With morning sunlight streaming in, she’s fully on display for me.

“I want your hands on me,” she whines, pushing her ass back further.

The temptation is too strong. I bring my hand out down on her ass making her skin ripple and the cheek glow pink. “So impatient. I want to look at you. So fucking beautiful it hurts, especially with my handprint on your ass and your greedy pussy soaked for me.”

She looks over her shoulder at me in mock indignation. “Is that anyway to talk to your wife?”

“That depends.” I smooth my hand over her hip and down between her legs, my fingers easily sliding over her hot center. “Feels to me like my wife liked it.” Her knees fold in, knocking together when I push two fingers inside her. “Let’s see how much.”

My other hand comes down on the opposite side making her clench around my fingers. “That’s it, squeeze me, Baby. Show me what a dirty girl you are.”

“So close. Again,” she cries, begging for my hand, abandoning the playful banter.

I want to see her shatter so completely. “Pinch your nipples for me,” I tell her.

Keeping one hand braced against the counter, she brings the other to her tits, gasping at the added sensation. And when my hand comes down again she cries out, her hips pressing back, riding my hand as her walls flutter around my fingers.

“That’s it, wife, so good for me.” My cock is a steel spike in my shorts, stretched up tight against my stomach as I watch her shake through her orgasm in the middle of our kitchen.

She sets her head down on the counter as I slowly withdraw my fingers, my arm hooked around her to hold her up .

Helping her stand, I turn her around in my arms, taking her lips. “I love you so damn much.” I mutter before I slip my tongue inside her making her melt into me.

“I love you. Please tell me we have time for me to taste you.”

“More than enough. They’ll be here in forty-five minutes.”

“God, I married a shithead,” she says, sinking to her knees.

“That may be so, but you still want this cock.”

Her pink tongue swipes across her lips as she looks up at me with hungry eyes. “Like I want my next breath.”

“It’s all yours,” I say, as she takes it out, licking around the crown. I like to think I possess some level of self-control but when Indie’s fingertips dig into the flesh of my ass and tug me forward, making me bump the back of her throat, I’m a man on the edge.

She gags around my cock but doesn’t let up, holding me there. I ease out when her grip loosens, and she sucks in a gulp of air. “You want me to take this mouth the same way I just took your pussy?”

With my cock lodged in her mouth, all she can do is look up at me and nod. My hips snap forward pushing to the back of her throat again, making her eyes water. “You take my cock so well.” I pulse there for a minute before I pull back, giving her a break.

Each time I nudge the back of her throat, she swallows, bringing me closer to the edge. Like a fucking goddess on her knees, she moans around my cock. “Drain me and I’ll take you up to the shower and give you another on my tongue.”

Whether it’s my promise of another orgasm in the shower or just her competitive spirit, she ramps up her efforts, sucking hard and moving one hand from my ass to my balls, rolling them in her palm. Instead of holding me in her mouth like I expect her to, she pulls off, one hand wrapped around my base as the other goes to her breast.

My balls pull up tight and dick twitches in her hand. She leans forward, taking everything I have to give her, and looking like the dirtiest thing I’ve ever seen as my cum covers her perky tits. “Jesus, Indie.”