Chapter 29
Harry
It had been hours since Dom had handed over the key, and I couldn’t keep still. My hand stayed firmly plastered to my hip so Dom didn’t catch my fingers tapping.
I didn’t want him to see anything. Everything dark and delicious that had been simmering inside me was coming to a boil, and I wasn’t ready.
I was changing too much. When Molly came home, I knew I wouldn’t be the same person she slammed the door on.
It didn’t matter who I spoke to, what the conversations circled around, what was proposed or agreed to; it all faded into the background. Because I couldn’t shake the vision of Dom and Darcy locked together.
One moment I was proud to have Dom by my side, the next I resented him for it.
I was stronger than that. I was simply distracted because of my exhaustion. I expected the tension that had been slowly choking me as the vote drew closer to ease, but it was still there, heavier than ever.
And I'd still heard nothing from Molly.
There was a brief lull in the conversation as the guests gravitated towards the centre of the yacht while the staff set the stage for the opera. It was the perfect chance to escape.
Before Darcy, my mind had been buzzing with the prospect of the box Molly sent me that was still in my suitcase. I wanted to confirm my suspicions before anything else.
With an hour-long performance, I could take a quick nap before the fireworks, and no one would notice I had gone.
I casually made my way over to the buffet table. Hours after dinner, most weren’t interested in eating, so I could sidestep a waiter and disappear through the door to the lower decks.
I would pay for it dearly. It was a terrible start to my tenure as Director. Barely hours after the vote, and I was already shirking my duties. But I had been at this game since I was a child, I could afford an hour, at least.
I’d receive a disappointed silence from Dad, and probably a nod of approval from Cat that I was actually getting some rest.
Slipping my hand into my pocket, I tightened my grip on my phone as I descended the stairs.
Still no messages, nothing to even acknowledge my success.
Molly knew how much this meant to me, and she didn’t even care enough to send a single text.
A present before she knew the result wasn’t enough.
I just wanted her to be interested enough to ask me what happened.
The thought of Dom and Darcy in the neighbouring room churned in my gut. But Dom was still up on deck, so hoped I could find sleep, or something else, before his evening ‘celebrations’ began.
***
I reached my bedroom with only the slightest delay. A drunk Lord Hastings was far easier to deal with than a sober one.
Every white and gold room was en-suite, filled with all the amenities one could need. I’d already stripped off my suit. Bent over the sink. I splashed water on my face, refusing to look at myself in the mirror.
I knew what I’d find there. An overweight, exhausted mess that couldn’t even hold himself together when he was living the life he’d been fighting for for years. At least in other people’s eyes.
I hoped my grandmother was proud of me. I would prove to her that the fight was worth it, that I would take care of The Foundation properly and treat it with the respect it deserved.
All while hoping my girlfriend would text me so I could thrust my fingers into myself on my family's yacht and try not to call out my best friend’s name.
I was down to my briefs when I heard the door slam next door, and I froze. My head whipped straight to the wall to my left, my eyes wide as two muffled voices echoed on the other side, both male, both coming from Dom’s room.
Pressing my lips together, I attempted to stem my anger. It wasn’t the time for it. Just because Dom had grabbed Darcy ten minutes after I left the deck was pure coincidence. It had nothing to do with me.
It didn’t take long for the moans to begin. Considering what he was like at university, it didn’t seem worth attempting to sleep. Which only added to my frustration. I came here to get away from Dom, not to make the desire churning inside me even worse.
Drying my hands, a stab of pain ran through me at the muffled chuckle on the other side of the wall. I stared at the white paint numbly. At least in uni, I didn’t feel like storming into Dom’s room and tearing the other man off him.
I shook my head at my childishness as I lifted my suitcase up onto the bed. My hand twitched, fumbling on the zip before I opened it up and pulled out the box, trepidation fluttering through me.
It was smaller than my toiletry bag, bound with brown packaging tape that cut away easily.
I swallowed, my throat dry as I took a breath before taking hold of the flaps.
One quick pull revealed a long red box, wrapped in a silver bow. Nestled beside it, amongst the packaging paper, was a small bottle with a clear label on it: Anal Relax Lubricant
I blinked, my hands falling to the mattress, palms flat as I stared at the little slip inside.
~A Gift for You~
It was obvious what was in the box. I didn't even need to see the lube to know what the hell was in the box.
But I wish I didn't know.
Because the same ache that hit me when I looked at Dom earlier was eating at me now.
Minutes later, I still stared at it as I numbly reached for my phone. The beating of my heart was so loud it took priority over my worry as I snapped a photo, sending it to her.
What’s this supposed to be?
I texted her. Maybe there was a better chance of her answering me now. Sex always seemed to get a response.
I took a deep breath before picking up the box. It wasn’t like Molly and I didn’t have sex toys, but this was entirely different. It was all mine.
Slowly untying the silver bow, I dropped it onto the bed beside me before peeling off the tape. My throat bobbed as I pushed my thumb against the end and opened the red box. I squeezed my eyes at the rustle of plastic as I upended it and the dildo fell out.
I groaned as I felt the weight in my hand.
It was smaller than I expected, but still thicker than my fingers. At least five inches long, the same silver as the bow, with a black dial at the end. Two batteries landed on the white duvet, bound in tight plastic. Not just a dildo then.
I pulled it out of the clear bag, turning it over in my hand. The numbers 1-5 were etched into the black ring of plastic at its base.
I couldn’t do anything but stare at it. It ended in a smooth curve, easy enough to slip inside me, widening me until I could push the whole length in.
Clenching my ass, the simple sensation sent a wave of lust pounding through me. I dipped my head at the quick beat of my heart as the second suffocating thought arrived.
Dom.
My jaw hardened as I pushed away the image. But when I wrapped my fingers around the vibrator, it became clearer. Dom, on his hands and knees, moaning, legs spread, waiting for me to fuck him with it.
I dropped the box, blowing out a heavy breath. My free hand gripped my suitcase to try to stem the ache that pierced me.
What came next would tip me over the edge. It wouldn’t be just a tight exploration that I could pass off as experimenting. Even if I pretended that thinking of Dom every time I came was somehow normal, I wouldn’t be able to convince myself any longer after this.
I slipped it back into the box, trying to think about anything apart from the way it might feel inside me.
I needed to sleep, I had to shower. I had reports to read and contracts to sign off on.
I could read, watch TV, do literally anything apart from pushing that sleek silver vibrator inside myself and turning it on.
But then my phone pinged from my pocket, and I stilled, my nerves gathering.
I looked at it again, sitting innocently there in its box. No problems or solutions. Just the knowledge that I was going to fuck myself with it and come while thinking of Dom.
Then I’d regret it.
Then I’d want more.
I was being tested. Every time I said I’d stop, something else came along that I couldn’t resist.
I was stuck in a vicious cycle, and if I really went through with this, there was no hope of escape. I had to believe that as soon as I saw Molly at the airport, we would hug each other, and anything I felt for Dom would be swept away as we fell in love again.
My phone buzzed, and I bit my lip as I gave in to my curiosity.
Pulling it from my back pocket, I unlocked the screen to read the two messages from Molly.
You know exactly what that is.
And you know exactly what you’re going to do with it.
I rubbed my forehead, holding the phone to my chest as I bent over, pressing my hand into the duvet at the flutter, eyes still fixed on my ‘present’.
There was a light rumble from behind the wall, and a fresh ache rolled through me as I thought of how easily Dom had invited Darcy to his room.
You deserve a reward, Harry.
Defeat swept me, giving way to trembling excitement.
Dom wasn’t the only one who could have fun.
If he was getting off tonight, then so was I.