Chapter Twenty-Four
Cassie
My heart is broken for the little boy Eli was, for the life he led after running away but his strength and courage and how he got to where he is now are all that matter.
Will I ruminate on his story later, of course I will.
Do I want to find his mother and destroy her for what she did, sure, but I won’t, because it’s obvious that part of his life is over.
All I care about right now is showing him that he matters. To me. I can’t hide it anymore.
He pulls the T-shirt off me and his hands cup my bare breasts. It’s Dominic’s T-shirt, I knew from the scent of it and the size. He’d left it there for me. For the briefest of moments, I think of him because without conscious thought, he’s started to mean more to me too.
This is Eli’s moment. He kisses me as I push off his cut and then drag his T-shirt off him. What started out gentle, and grew frantic, slows down again when he leans in and kisses my collarbone, his hands moving down to hold my waist.
I roll my hips, gliding over his cock and he lets out a sigh, his lips moving over my skin, one hand cupping a breast and lifting it so he can suck my nipple into his mouth.
This isn’t the Eli I’m used to, but I go with it as he worships me, helping me stand so he can take off his jeans and underwear.
He tugs me back onto him, the only thing between us now is my panties. He doesn’t let that get in the way, grabbing them at the side and tearing them. I could have taken them off when I stood up, but I like how a little of his dominant side shows.
We never break apart as he raises me and I grip his cock, holding it steady as I lower over him. My eyes roll at the feel of him, filling me, in no hurry to push inside of me. I feel every inch as I sink down.
I ride him slowly, his hands gentle on my hips, and I grip his forearms to make sure he keeps them there.
Our kisses grow deeper, my grinding slower but harder, pulling him deeper, we both moan and our hearts pound as my nipples graze his chest with each movement.
The need is growing, my movements get quicker and his grip tightens, pulling and pushing to help me move.
His lips devour the skin of my throat when I throw my head back and his hips move, pushing up as he pulls me down. When he slips a hand between us and circles my clit the orgasm tears through me, taking us both by surprise.
My inner muscles clench him deep inside, hands scrambling at his shoulders to keep me close, because the force of this has me wanting to lift away.
His hands keep me safe as he fucks up into me, grunting and saying my name as he lets go and his cum fills me.
I feel it as it pulses into me, growing wetter and warmer where we’re joined.
Our breathing is ragged and is the only noise until the sound of an approaching bike breaks us out of the spell we fell into.
I should get up but I can’t, I feel fused to Eli, and he isn’t letting go either. He cups my cheek and brings me back to kiss me. We slow down and hold still when Dominic comes into the room and flicks on the light. He stops and stares at us, saying nothing.
After the way I reacted to their little plot to get me here earlier, he won’t have expected to find us like this. I’m shocked at the guilt that pours through me. Eli holds my chin and gives me a gentle smile.
“It’s okay Cassie,” he says, then kisses me again.
He turns to Dominic and something passes between them.
I’m not sure how their dynamic is changing but Dominic doesn’t leave.
“You should go clean up,” he squeezes my hip then shifts his weight until his cock falls out onto his thigh. “Mace,” he looks over at him.
Dominic walks over, dropping his keys on the table and helps me up. I go to say something, but Eli holds up a hand.
“I need a minute, sweetheart. Go with Mace. He’ll take care of you.” He gives him a pointed look, then stands.
I love that Eli isn’t the least bit ashamed of standing naked in front of another man. I want them to like each other. They may never be close, but at least for now, they appear to understand each other and want to do what is right for me.
Dominic picks up his T-shirt and slips it over my head, then he takes my hand and we head upstairs to the master bedroom where I locked myself away. Dominic flips on the light in the bathroom. He starts up the shower and turns back, doing a slow sweep of my body.
After the revelations downstairs and the outpouring of emotion I’m not used to, I’m not sure how to react to the way he is looking at me.
I’ve had sex with them both separately, but we came to a loose arrangement at his clubhouse that this is something we’re exploring.
Why do I feel bad about him not being with us?
How is this ever going to work? Me wanting them both, figuring out how it works so that I get to have both of them. I sound so greedy, no one is going to understand what we’re doing.
Dominic ushers me towards the shower and I step inside the glass cubicle, watching as he strips off his own clothes. He gets in behind me and stands close. Eli told him to take care of me, is this what he meant?
Eli isn’t jealous, he’s not worried what we’re doing up here, in fact, he wanted it.
Dominic washes me, using his hands and touching my intimate parts. He’s gentle and I know how it’s affecting him, but he takes washing me seriously and I’m left oddly disappointed when he rinses us both off and turns off the shower.
The silence is killing me. I can’t talk about what Eli told me, that is his story to tell, so instead I focus on what Dominic is concerned about.
“He told me about the man who killed Marshall,” I say accepting the towel and wrapping it around myself. Dominic grabs another and uses it to dry off his chest, face and hair, before covering up the erection that hasn’t mellowed in the slightest.
“Yeah, shit is getting strange.”
He’s so different to Eli. Not emotionless, just closed off in a different way. Where Eli craves the emotion that goes along with getting close to someone, Dominic has made it clear that isn’t something he wants to give.
We’re more alike than I realized.
“Until we know what we’re dealing with, its best to be vigilant.” He glances at the open doorway. We can’t hear anything but we’re both thinking the same thing. Is Eli is okay down there.
“Hiding me away isn’t the answer. It will draw more attention, given the high-profile case I’m working on.”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
“Meaning?”
“If you have to go anywhere, someone will be with you.”
“Because that is going to look normal, having a biker following me around.”
“It’s that or you don’t leave the house.”
“You’re not the one in control here, Dominic.”
He pauses in drying himself when I use his name. I like that it affects him. It gives me something of an upper hand.
He walks towards me, and I feel that power slipping with each step. “Don’t forget who I am, Cassie.”
“I’ve never bowed to King, what makes you think I’ll do it for you.”
He takes a lock of damp hair and runs it through his fingers, squeezing so water droplets splash on my chest. “I can think of a lot of reasons.”
I hate that he is getting to me. I am not allowing the sexiness of a half naked man dictate what I do.
“Where were you tonight?” I change the subject.
He cocks his head and gives a wry laugh.
His meaning is clear, it’s club business.
Fine. I tilt my head so he has to release my hair and walk around the bed, putting some space between us.
Dominic has to be different to Eli, he has to be more like King.
He leads a chapter of the MC. If he is anything like King, keeping things close to this chest is a natural instinct. Keeping them from a woman is MC law.
“It was business, but it was also a way of figuring out what I can. I met with a man Marshall introduced me to.”
It’s tempting to let my jaw drop that he gave me that much information, but I clench my teeth to keep my lips firmly together. After a beat and pulling myself together I ask, “Did he know anything?”
“Not sure,” Dominic finishes off drying and tosses the towel.
It’s a struggle not to lower my eyes. How can I be horny after what happened downstairs and the topic of conversation?
Dominic gets on the bed, on top of the covers and looks up at me.
His cock is rock hard and a small pearl of pre-cum moistens the tip.
He doesn’t do anything to draw attention to it or touch it. He doesn’t need to.
“Marshall has dragged us into this mess and it’s my intention to figure out whether it’s going to come back on my club.”
“Eli said he was dangerous.” I don’t need to explain who I’m talking about. I expect Dominic to shut me down but he doesn’t.
“So are we.”
Damn right, only in a different way. To me right now. The conversation is doing nothing to stop the wetness flooding between my thighs. There is something wrong with me, there has to be.
Dominic reaches over and tugs on the bottom of my towel. The knot at my chest loosens, and it falls away. He throws the towel then lowers himself so his head is on the pillow. For a moment I think he is going to tell me to get into bed. As if we’re sharing a bed.
“Get up here,” he murmurs. “I need to taste that pussy. You’re going to ride my face.”
My knees go weak and a halfhearted protest tries to leave my mouth.
“Now Cassie. It’s dripping down your thighs and I’m not letting that go to waste.”
Holy shit, his filthy mouth is doing things to me.
I get on the bed and shuffle up on my knees, but he holds up a hand and makes a twirling gesture with his finger.
I do what he wants and turn, backing up.
He helps me spread my legs and puts my knees above his shoulders on the pillow.
I almost lose my balance and slap my hands on his chest to stop me falling.