48. Dominic
CHAPTER 48
Dominic
HE’S NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR HER
PRESENT
“ B ruh, I need you to know I don’t fucking like you,” Shane says, his eyes blazing into mine.
I choke on my water, coughing.
Ellie groans. “Shane! Knock it off.”
“This meathead’s been back in town for two seconds and you took him back like nothing?—”
“Mom!” Ellie yells. “Do something.”
“Shane,” Leanne warns. “Can you please behave?”
“No,” he grits, moving to stand. “How are you all okay with this?”
“Because it’s her life,” Ethan says calmly as Marisa nods along with him.
“You weren’t there, neither of you were.” Shane points between Ethan and Gavin. “Dom showed back up a few years ago, and when I picked her up after seeing him, she was a goddamn mess. I’ve never seen her so upset, and I never want to see her that upset again.”
The room quiets, save for the sound of someone biting into a carrot stick—probably Gavin, based on the loud crunch. Ellie, sitting beside me, drops her head into her hands. I glance at her briefly before turning back to Shane, who looks about five seconds away from lunging across the dinner table.
“We’ve already talked through everything,” Ellie says to everyone. “And frankly, it’s no one’s business but our own.”
“She’s right,” Jack booms loudly, his voice piercing through the tension. “You all need to be supportive of your sister the way she supports all of you and your countless bad decisions.” I place a hand over my mouth to keep from smiling. Everyone looks stunned, staring at Jack. “Dominic’s been keeping her safe in the midst of some maniac on the loose. Protected her at that bar. Maybe go a little easy on him.” His eyes meet Shane’s across the table. “Right, Shane?”
“He’s not good enough for her,” Shane huffs. “I’m just saying what everyone else is thinking.”
Ethan clears his throat. “I’m not thinking it. I’m minding my own business. Leave me out of it.”
“Same,” Gavin pipes up, gesturing toward Lily. “Can we table the yelling until curious ears leave the room? Or at least until after the lasagna? I’m starving.”
“Lasagna’s just about done,” Leanne calls as she walks toward the kitchen. “So behave, all of you, or I’ll be forced to send you all home with empty stomachs.”
When Ellie invited me to Sunday dinner, I definitely didn’t expect it to go like this. I knew Shane didn’t like me, I just didn’t realize it was this bad.
Ariana leans forward, resting her elbows on the table. “I think everyone needs to take a deep breath.” She turns her focus on Shane. “And you need tocalm down. You have no room to judge. I’ve lost friends because you had your fun with them and never called. That’s not cool.”
Shane dips his chin. “That’s different,” he mutters. “They’re not my sisters.”
“I love you, but you’re kind of a pig, Shane,” Layla chirps up.
Shane throws up his arms. “You know what? I’m not even hungry.” He storms off, slamming the front door loudly behind him.
I start to stand, to go after him, but Ellie stops me.
“No, you’re not going after him. He’s the one in the wrong.”
“She’s right.” Leanne walks back in and sets the lasagna in the middle of the table. “He owes you an apology, not the other way around.”
“It’s kind of sweet, in a messed up little way, how protective he’s being,” Ariana, says.
Ellie scoffs. “It’s not sweet, it’s embarrassing.”
I scrub a hand down my face. “I can’t just let him keep hating me. We have to work it out.”
Jack lets out a breath. “He’ll come around. Kid’s all out of sorts because his brain is maturing faster than his behaviors. Give him some time.”
Gavin looks around the table. “Well, now that we got that over with, can we eat and pretend we’re a normal family?”
Dinner commences and conversations resume, but I can’t relax.
I’m not going anywhere and the last thing I want is for one of Ellie’s siblings to have a problem with me. I’m not sure how, but I’m going to have to figure out how to make peace with Shane. The last thing Ellie needs is worrying about something this petty, when she has real shit going on.
“Shhh.” Ellie giggles. “Quiet. ”
As soon as the dinner from hell ended, she grabbed my hand, and sneakily dragged me up the stairs.
For as many times as I’ve been in the Ledger home, I stopped being allowed upstairs when we began dating. We snuck around a few times, but I was too terrified of Jack to break his rules. Now, I’m a fucking adult, and I think I’m even more terrified.
Everyone is still downstairs, their voices drifting up to the second floor, fading the farther we get, but not enough to drown out completely.
“Where are we going?” I whisper.
Ellie looks back at me over her shoulder, her cheeks sporting the sexiest blush. “My old bedroom.”
I was worried she would say that.
She pushes the door open, pulling me in with her.
When the light flicks on, I’m transported to a different era. Her bedroom is a time capsule. Same black and white checkered bedding, a fury black rug at the center, posters and pictures covering the cherry-red painted walls.
“Looks the same, huh?”
My eyes dart around, landing on all the pictures of us. I’m in disbelief she kept them up after all this time.
Us as gangly little kids, awkward preteens, awkward teenagers, slightly less awkward teenagers and then the pictures end.
She sits on the bed, her eyes traveling the length of me. “There’s something I’ve always wanted to do in here, and we never got the opportunity.”
I work a swallow down and rub the back of my neck. I can still hear everyone downstairs. There’s no way.
“We can’t. They’ll hear us.”
Her red lips turn down in a little pout that makes my cock twitch.
Fuck me .
She comes up to me, crossing her arms around my neck, dotting kisses along my jaw.
I’m still tense from dinner, but the more she trails her lips along my skin, the more malleable I become.
I can’t fuck her up here. Not with her entire family one floor away. Right?
“I can be quiet,” she whispers against my neck, causing the puff of her breath to travel straight down to my dick.
She backs up, dragging me along until we reach the bed, where she sits, scooting back until she’s at the center.
“Don’t you want me?” she asks, while stripping off her top and bra at once.
I bite down on my knuckle to keep from groaning too loud.
She shifts to her knees, crawling across the bed until she reaches where I’m standing at the edge. She peers up at me with the clearest doe eyes. When she rises to sit up on her knees, her hands immediately start working on my belt buckle.
“We can’t,” I repeat, with barely any strength behind it.
“We can.” Her hand wraps around my painfully hard cock and she starts stroking it over my boxer briefs.
My neck rolls back as I clamp down on my jaw to keep from whimpering.
Hearing her family’s hum of conversation while she works my dick, is somehow only making me harder.
“Please, Dominic baby.” Her voice is a velvet purr. She knows exactly what she’s doing. I’m defenseless—so weak for her.
And my resolve cracks.
I strip off my shirt, and gently push her so she falls back on the bed. She lands with a satisfied sigh, but the moment I start to settle over her, the bed squeaks loudly.
“Fuck,” I say, easing out of the lust fog I was just in. “That’s way too noticeable. ”
Ellie squirms, pressing her thighs together. “No, no, no. It’s fine.”
I shake my head. “I won’t be able to walk out of here knowing your family heard us.”
“Please,” she begs. “I need you.”
My eyes rake over her. Over her pink pebbled nipples adorned with shiny studs, her chest rising and falling, the haze in her eyes.
I might not be able to fuck her right now, but I can definitely make her come without alerting the entire house.
Moving to stand, her face is full of protest until I start tugging at her pants, removing them roughly.
“Lie back and relax. I’m going to take care of you.”
Once she’s free of clothing, I pull her by the ankles until her ass is almost hanging off the edge of the bed.
Her eyes light up as she watches me get on my knees.
“What are you doing,” she says through a sigh.
My hands pry her thighs apart, revealing her glistening center.
“I’m going to devour this pussy.”
“But what about you? I want you to feel good, too.”
I shake my head, already running my nose through her arousal, inhaling her addictive scent.
“I’ll live.” I suck on her clit, releasing a gasp from her lips. “But if I don’t eat your pussy right this second, I might die.”
She giggles, liking my answer as her back arches off the bed.
My tongue flattens lapping up all her sweetness. I suck and swirl just how she likes it, sinking my fingers in and curling them to hit the right spot. I know her body like it’s my own
“Yes,” she hisses. “Just like that.”
Her hips move, grinding her soaking pussy against my tongue and I bury my face deeper, flick my tongue harder.
She grabs onto my hair, pulling it painfully, and my cock jerks.
I love it when she’s greedy, when she just can’t stand it and has to chase her pleasure.
“Such a good boy,” she praises.
Her words only further encourage me.
The more I drown between her thighs, the louder she gets.
“Shhh,” I tell her before giving her clit a light nip.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “It’s too much.” She gasps. “It’s too good.”
Pulling back, I keep my fingers inside her, the cool air brushing my soaked face.
“Put a pillow over your face now or I won’t let you come.”
She laughs softly, her skin flushing pink. “So commanding.” Reaching behind her head, she places one over her face.
“Good,” I tell her. “Bite the pillow, querida mía. No one gets to hear you scream but me.”
I push her thighs farther apart, and eat her pussy like a I’m starved. Swiping my tongue at her center, circling her clit, lapping up every drop pouring out of her. Soon, she’s shaking, thighs trembling against my palms, back bowing. She’s so fucking beautiful when she comes, I can hardly stand it, and wish more than anything we were in our bed so I could sink my cock in her.
Her muffled cries are still loud, but I don’t give a fuck. They’re the best damn sound, and knowing I’m the cause gives me a surge of pride.
As she’s coming down, she lies there, boneless and satisfied, her chest heaving. So fucking sexy.
Eventually she removes the pillow, tossing it aside. She looks at me, her smile spent and satiated.
“You good, Ellie girl,” I ask, biting my smile.
She sighs, stretching her naked body like a cat. “So good.”