18. Dom
18
DOM
“ G ive me your hands.” Corey looked confused, but he did as I said. I stretched out my legs, then took his hands and pulled them down so he could pin me against the mattress. “You want to ride me? Show me what you’ve got. Pleasure me. Ride me until I can’t help but fill your ass with cum.”
“I want to please you. I want to feel you come inside me. I want you to fill me up. I want to feel it run back out and then have you fuck it back into me.”
“You’re so fucking hot.” He pushed his hips back then worked his body up and down, riding me fast and hard. It felt so damn good. When he gasped and his eyes flew open, I knew my cock had dragged right over his sweet spot. “Yeah, keep it just like that. I want to hear you whimper. I want to hear you cry.”
Corey had closed his eyes. The pleasure on his face was pulling me closer and closer to the edge. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold on. I used my strength to pull my good hand from his grip, licked my palm, then wrapped it around his cock. I pumped him with fast, tight strokes. He started to move in a way that thrust his cock into my hand.
“That’s it. Are you going to come for me? Are you going to show me how much you love having your ass stuffed full?”
“Damn, you fucking love to talk in bed. It’s so hot. Tell me more. Tell me everything you want.”
“I want to see your cum shoot across my chest. I don’t need to deny who you are, what you are. I want to feel it. I want to watch your desperation. And then I’m going to fill you. I’m going to fill your tight, hot ass.”
“Yes. Oh God, Dominic, yes.” He shattered, and I worked him harder as he came. Watching him was glorious. He ground back onto me, working his hips frantically, nearly dragging me over the edge with him.
Finally spent, he collapsed down on my chest. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight as I drove my hips up into him again and again until hot bliss raced down my spine, and I let go, pumping out every drop of cum into his ass.
When I could speak, I told Corey to get on his hands and knees. He seemed only half conscious, and he moved slowly. I spanked his ass. “Hurry up. I want to see my cum sliding out of you.”
He managed to get into position like I demanded, and I shifted until I was seated behind him. I was almost able to get hard again seeing his hole stuffed full, the cum running down his legs. I used my finger to scoop it up and push it back into him. Then I rose up on my knees and pushed my cock into him. “There you go. Do you feel that? Do you feel me fucking it back into you, plugging you up so you have to keep it inside?”
“God, Dominic. So good. So fucking good.” His arm slipped, and he went down to his elbows. I stroked his back. “Such a good boy. So good. It’s okay, you can rest.”
I ruffled his hair with my hand. I knew I would be in pain later. My muscles would spasm, and I would regret not being cautious, but this was so worth it. I wanted to pretend that this was it—this was the one time I was going to allow this to happen, but I knew better. I wasn’t going to let him go, not for a while, not while he was here under my roof. He was going to stay here with me, where I could watch over him every minute. And I was going to touch him as often as I possibly could.
I pulled out of Corey, and he groaned. “I’m going to need another shower.”
When he started to giggle, I couldn’t help myself, I laughed with him. How long had it been since I’d really laughed, let myself go, and enjoyed the moment? A damn long time, and it felt so good.
Corey turned around and looked at me. “You’re hot as hell when you’re scowling at me, but when you’re laughing? Damn, you devastate me like this.”
“I think I already did that with my cock.”
“Jokes too. Who are you?”
I closed my eyes and considered for a moment. “I don’t know. I’m not myself when I’m with you.”
“Is that true, or are you more yourself than ever?”
Fuck, he was way too perceptive. “I don’t even remember who I was. I don’t think I was ever….” I shook my head. What the hell was I doing, saying things like that?
My leg spasmed then, bringing me back to reality. Nothing reminded me of who I really was like the pain I still felt from the fire.
“Lie down,” Corey insisted. He rolled to his side and studied me. He’d seen the pain on my face. How did he see so much?
“I’m fine.” I made myself stand. “I should shower and then?—”
“Dom. Don’t run away, not right now.”
“I have work to do.”
He sighed. “Okay, but wouldn’t you feel better if you let me massage your leg and your arm?”
“Probably.”
“Dominic.”
“I need some time alone. I…this is more than I’ve interacted with anyone in a long time.” I could tell Corey was trying to understand, to not look hurt. I was so wrong for him. This was going to end in disaster. “You can shower here after I’m done.”
He shook his head. “I’ll wear your robe and go back to my room. All my things are there anyway.”
“For now, I would like this to be our secret.”
“Because you’re straight .” The sarcasm in his voice hit me like a punch to the gut.
“No.” I shook my head. I could handle the boys teasing me about that. It was the strength of my feelings that was the problem.
They’d always told me I should try being with a man, and it wasn’t like anyone would truly judge me. But now I understood what they meant when they said their men belonged to them, and they’d known it from the start. Corey wasn’t just my responsibility; he was mine. I didn’t want to let him go, and I wasn’t going to change my mind when all this was over—if I was still alive then.
If either of you are alive.
He is going to survive. There is no other option.
“Why then?” he asked.
“I’m not ready to talk about this.” I waved a hand between him and me. “I don’t know how to explain it, and I?—”
He shook his head. “You don’t have to explain it to anyone. It can be our secret. I’ll be gone as soon as the trial is over, and there’s no need for anyone to know.”
My pulse sped up, and nausea curled in my stomach. I didn’t want him to leave, but I didn’t know how to keep him. A relationship between us was insane, yet I wanted him in my life.
Could he be in your life and not in your bed?
I’d find a way.
Would you?
I’d have to.
“Thank you.” I wasn’t sure exactly what I was thanking him for, and the look on his face told me he wasn’t either, but I walked away and closed the bathroom door behind me, not letting myself look at him again.
Once the shower was pounding down on me, I let my eyes close and remembered how good everything had felt with him.
Nothing about it had felt strange. It hadn’t mattered that he was a man. I’d wanted him, wanted to touch him, wanted my dick inside him. Needed to control his pleasure and then watch him fall apart. It was the same and yet different than any sex I’d ever had.
There was something so much more about fucking Corey. It wasn’t because he was a man. It was because he made me feel something deep inside, not just the pleasure of getting off, but something so much more. More even than what I felt with the boys’ mother. I’d cared for her, but sex had still been about physical pleasure. I just hadn’t minded staying with her afterward, talking to her, cooking for her. She was a friend.
The idea of me and Corey being friends was laughable. He was the man I was protecting. He was innocent in so many ways, and he was a good person. I was an assassin. I ran an organized crime syndicate, but I felt connected to Corey when I touched him. I wasn’t just using his body; I was…fuck, is that what people meant by making love?
Fuck, why did there have to be so many complications in my life? First, I’m asked to play bodyguard. Then I find out it’s time to get my revenge on Lisa. And now I’m falling for Corey. I froze. No. That’s not… I wasn’t falling for him. I liked him when he wasn’t irritating me.
You like him when he is irritating you, too, maybe then most of all.
Fine, but I’m not…I don’t have the capacity to fall in love.
Are you so sure?
Yes. I…I can’t do that.
I turned the water cold, needing the shock to banish thoughts that could kill me as easily as Lisa’s plans nearly had.
I hurried through the rest of my shower and dressed.
I scowled at my cane but picked it up anyway. I was going to need it after what I’d put my leg through. It had been so worth it, though. I found myself smiling again. What the hell was that all about?
I had work to do. I was still running the lending arm of the family business, but it had been days since I’d really paid attention to our payments coming in. I knew Val and Vito could handle things, but it was hard to let go. I liked to know who had our money and what our prospects were for a good return, but when I reached my office, I knew I’d be useless looking over spreadsheets and financial details. I usually excelled at any kind of meticulous work, but today I wasn’t myself.
Or are you more yourself?
I checked in with Six and Muffin. No one had been sighted near the house. Things were quiet for now, but I knew Lisa was plotting. She was going to make another attempt to get to Corey—and probably me, too.
She wouldn’t survive next time.
I talked briefly with X. When he asked how Corey was doing, I chose my words carefully. “He’s irritating as ever, but he’s alive.”
“Why do I sense there’s a lot more you’re not saying?”
Fuck, how did he do that? Even the top profilers I’d met weren’t as perceptive as X. “Nothing you need to know about. He talks too much. You were already aware of that.”
“I was, but you don’t sound like you really mind so much.”
“I can’t change things. I won’t let Lisa hurt anyone else, so I’m stuck with him for now.”
“You are, but maybe not for long.”
“You’ve thought about my plan.”
“I have. It’s risky as hell.”
“I was upfront about that.”
“You were, but I want to make sure you really want to do this. You are going to be putting your life on the line. You really want to lure her to you?”
“I do.”
“Then I agree that the plan is a good one, but you need more backup.”
“She’ll never come if it’s not just me.”
“I can keep my people hidden.”
“No. It’s me she wants, so I’m the one she’ll get.”
“I’ve got a meeting now. We’ll discuss this more tonight. Do not make any moves until we do.”
“I don’t want to wait.” Every second that passed gave Lisa more time to hurt people and put Corey at risk. Except that moving fast meant Corey leaving even sooner.
That’s the best thing for both of you. You know it is.
“You used to be good at waiting,” X said.
“I did, but things have changed.” I’ve changed.
“We’ll talk tonight.”
I ended the call without saying anything else.
I hadn’t been at my desk long, but my leg had stiffened up already. I needed to get up and move around, even though it would be painful. I rose and walked to the sunroom.
Corey was there, looking freshly showered and fucking gorgeous in a worn pair of jeans that hugged his ass and a black sweater that looked perfect with his dark blond hair. He was standing by the window, and the sun lit him up like he was an angel. Surely no angel could do what he did in bed, but compared to me, he was a divine creature.
He turned when he heard me enter. “I thought you’d be in your office.”
“I was.” My instinct was not to mention the real reason I’d gotten up, but Corey never showed pity for my injuries, just genuine concern. “My leg got stiff. I needed to move around.”
He glanced toward the courtyard door. “Don’t tell me you’re going for a walk. You’re not safe out there.”
“I’m the one protecting you, remember.”
He sighed. “Please don’t take risks you don’t have to take.”
If he had any idea what I was planning, he’d be furious. I should tell him anyway, but not now, not until the last minute, once there was no turning back. “I’ll take care of myself.”
“Really.”
“I’ll try.”
“What are we going to do?”
“I am going to make sure Lisa and her people don’t get near you again.”
“So you’re not going after her.”
“Not today.”
“Dom, please. I want to know what’s happening. Do you think she’ll make another move? I…I can’t settle down, can’t do anything. I just keep waiting for a bomb to drop.”
I shook my head. “She won’t use a bomb. She’ll want to see me suffer first, and probably you too.”
“Jesus, I didn’t mean that literally.”
“Fuck. Sorry. I’m used to joking like that. I’m not used to people who don’t do crime for a living.”
“Right. I don’t exactly fit in here.” He looked so fucking sad.
“You fit in my bed just fine.”
He smiled. “That’s true. But it’s not going to get you out of talking to me about what’s likely to happen next.”
I did not want to have this conversation, and the real truth was that I didn’t know.
“Sit down.” I tilted my head toward the couch. “Do you want a drink?” I asked as I headed to the bar cart.
Corey frowned. “What time is it? I just ate breakfast.”
I should have eaten too, but I hadn’t wanted to see Beatrice. “Does it matter?”
“So we’re on airport rules here? Because I’m being chased down by your ex-wife and her minions, and you have to protect me?”
I shrugged. “You could say that, but I don’t believe in silly rules created for no reason except to control other people.”
“So what rules do you believe in?”
I considered for a moment. “Justice. Family first. Honor.”
I could feel Corey’s eyes on me as I poured myself some bourbon, then bent to open the mini fridge next to the bar cart. I uncorked a bottle of champagne then added juice.
When Corey took the mimosa, he shook his head before taking a sip, then setting it on the table in front of him. “How did you know what I always drink at brunch?”
“Intuition can be just as useful as being observant.”
“I might not have your skill in that, but I can be very useful.”
I poured my own whiskey and drank half before responding. “Yes, you can.” If I thought more about that, we’d end up right back in bed. “But I thought you wanted me to tell you all my plans and predictions.”
“I want to know you’re not putting yourself at unnecessary risk.”
I joined him on the couch, setting my drink next to his. “What I need to do is keep you safe and eliminate Lisa before she causes more harm. I won’t lose you.” I realized how that sounded. There was more there than I meant to give away.
Neither of us said anything, we just stared at each other. My chest was tight. I could barely drag in air. I’m not sure which one of us initiated it, but suddenly we were kissing again. His lips were so soft, his tongue so warm, pushing its way into my mouth.
Then a door banged open, and Vito yelled, “Pops, what the fuck?”
We jumped apart, both straightening our clothes, trying to act like we hadn’t been doing exactly what we had been doing.
“You know better than to come storming into my house like this,” I snarled.
He ignored me. “What the fuck are you doing not even telling us Lisa is back? That woman tried to kill you, and you’re not even going to tell your sons when you find out she’s reappeared?”
I forced myself to stay calm as I turned to Corey. “You should go upstairs.”
He narrowed his eyes at me. “I’d rather stay. This affects me too.”
Vito glanced at Corey, then smirked at me, brows raised. The asshole was enjoying this. “Corey, this is family business.”
“It’s my business because she’s after me.”
I glared at him, but I could tell he wasn’t going to back down. He might not have the defensive skills of my family, but he was stubborn as hell.
Vito was still smiling as he looked back and forth between us. “Not finding this assignment so easy, are you?”
“You shut up.” I focused on Corey again, wishing Vito hadn’t interrupted us. I’d like to fuck his face again. That would keep him from contradicting me. “Nothing said in this room goes anywhere else. Not even to X.”
Vito snorted. “X knows what you’re going to say before you even say it.”
A glare made my son close his mouth. “This information isn’t for anyone.”
Corey smiled then, having gotten his way. “Yes, sir.”
I scowled at him. “Enough of that.”
Vito’s lips were pressed tightly together as he tried to hold in his laughter. I’d get him back for this—after I’d fucked Corey so hard he’d know who was in charge. I was done even pretending that wasn’t what I wanted. He was mine, and I was going to make sure he knew it.