Chapter 11
Dominik
It was the next night, and she was still seething over what I had almost cost her with her client.
Thankfully, he had been able to read the situation and hired her.
“You're on the fucking couch, Dominik,” she growled.
“Do anything you want me to do, except that,” I said.
She narrowed her eyes at me, “Fine. Then I’ll go to sleep on the couch.”
I tightened my hold on her, “I don’t fucking think so. One, you’d get hurt if someone broke into the house. Two, I don’t sleep that good if you're not in bed next to me. And three, that’s how we always end our days.”
She gave me the silent treatment.
That was fine.
I stepped back from her and started taking my clothes off.
And when I watched her checking out my body, and licking her lips, I pounced.
“Fuck me, Dominik.” She moaned.
I grinned.
***
Me – Would you bring me lunch?
Five minutes later, my phone pinged.
Minx – What do you want?
Me – Anything at this point.
I had just slid out from underneath the car I was working on when I heard Garrick ask, “Please tell me you brought me food.”
I heard Talia snicker, “Nope. You didn’t ask.”
Garrick sighed, “Fuck. We’re swamped.”
I stood up as I watched Talia scan the garage, and when her eyes fell on me, she headed my way.
And yeah, like the sucker I was, where this woman was concerned, I took her in.
Fully.
She had on short jean shorts and a little dark red off-the-shoulder top; her black hair was in a messy knot on the top of her head.
Her face was free of makeup, and when she got closer with a bag in her hand, the scents of chocolate and cherries wafted closer, fuck me.
She winked, then she handed me the bag, and then turned to leave.
Yeah. No.
She wasn’t going to walk away without kissing me. No fucking way.
I placed the bag on the toolbox, then I wrapped my arm around her waist, hauled her to me, and then slanted my mouth and kissed her hard.
That led to me groaning into her mouth, her moaning into mine, and then, without a care in the world, I lifted her, her legs wrapping around my waist, and I carried her into my new office.
Where I used an arm to clear my desk, uncaring where anything went, stripped her out of her jean shorts, then I lowered my coveralls, followed by my boxers, lined my cock at her entrance, and slammed home.
Pounding into her hard.
Unforgiven.
Showing her with my body what she means to me.
“Love you, Dominik,” she breathed out as her body moved with my thrusts.
I winked and then fucked her harder.
After she came, I came, because like fuck was I going to get off before my woman.
I helped her clean up, and then I did the same, tagged her hand, then led her out of my office, down the hallway, and to the garage.
I needed one more taste of her lips, so I spun her.
The moment her front was plastered to mine, I slanted my head and kissed her.
Then I ripped my mouth from hers and growled, “Don’t ever walk away from me without kissing me. Got it.”
She lifted her hand and then saluted me with the middle finger.
I chuckled.
She winked.
Then I watched her ass as she walked out of the garage.
I kept watching until she climbed into her Tahoe and left the parking lot.
“About fucking time,” Garrick said as he smirked.
I lifted a brow at him, “You're not pissed?”
He chuckled, then shook his head, “Not in the least. I might have been had I not met Tatum. And had I not seen what was between you and Talia the moment she turned twenty-one.”
Well. Shit.
I nodded, then I opened the bag and pulled out the wrapped packages and the two bags of chips, along with two cookies.
For Diablo , was written on one of the wrapped packages.
And the other, For Shithead.
I snickered, then handed him his sandwich.
He sighed, then read what she wrote and chuckled.
I opened it and saw it was a Philly Cheese Steak sub.
Fuck yes.
I demolished it, along with the chips and the cookie.
Then I tagged my phone and texted her.
Me – Thank you for the food.
Minx – You're welcome.
Me – And for earlier.
Minx – Think we should make it a tradition?
Me – I’ll make my office a shrine to you.
Then I got back to work.
Eight hours later, I was smiling when I reached the house.
We had planned on her staying over tonight, and knowing her, she would have a hot meal waiting.
That was just the kind of woman she was.
No, I didn’t expect her to do that, but it was nice all the same.
And when I walked in and smelled something amazing cooking, I grinned.
I headed to the kitchen and made my way to her.
I needed a shower, but I needed her first.
She was at the stove stirring something, which was why I used my chin to move her hair out of the way, and I pressed a kiss on the side of her neck.
She tilted her head to give me better access, then she whispered, “Hi.”
I grinned against her neck and whispered, “Hi.”
After I had my shower, I sat down at the table and winked at her, “Looks great, baby. Thank you.”
She snorted, “Yeah, no.”
I lifted a brow, “No to what?”
“Baby. It’s cliché. Prefer Minx.” She said.
I winked, “Got it, Minx.”
Then I scooped up two pork chops, a roll, and a spoonful of green beans, and then I stared.
“What the fuck is this shit?” I asked as I looked at the casserole dish.
She rolled her eyes, “It’s macaroni and cheese.”
I nodded, “Get that. But that brown shit?”
She scoffed, “It’s cheese. You know the yellow stuff that tastes amazing on just about everything.”
It was my turn to roll my eyes, “I know that, but why the fuck does it look like this?”
She sighed, “It’s baked. I put it in the oven.”
“Don’t do it next time. Or better yet, let me make it. Gross.” I told her.
She gasped, “Excuse me?”
I narrowed my eyes at her, “You heard me.”
“I know you didn’t just complain.” She said as she slammed her hands on top of the table.
I grunted, “I sure as fuck did.”
She sneered, “You didn’t cook it, so deal with it. You don’t like it, keep your fucking opinions to yourself.”
“Like you do?” I asked with a lifted brow.
“You did not just throw that in my face.” She snarled.
I grunted again, “I sure the fuck did.”
That was when her eyes flared, “Fine. You want to do this?”
I jerked up my chin, “Already doing it, Sparkles.”
“Eat me, Paul Bunyan. “
I smirked, “With fucking pleasure.”
She scoffed, “Oh no. I was being rhetorical.”
I narrowed my eyes at her, “Like you don’t try and shove my face harder against your pussy when I’m eating my dessert.”
It was her turn to narrow her eyes at me, “Because you talk too much. I want you to get down to business, not bore me to death and take the pleasure away.”
I narrowed my eyes at her, “You didn’t.”
“I sure the fuck did.” She snarled.
Then she said, “Go eat a fucking Snickers.”
I glared, “I’ve got a better idea.”
Then I scooped her up and carried her to our bedroom.
And then proceeded to fuck the ever-loving hell out of her against the bedroom wall.
Angry sex? Fucking perfection.
***
I had scratches all up and down my back, and it was fucking perfect.
I didn’t mind showing them off as I stripped off my shirt while we were all helping build a deck for Garrick and Tatum’s.
None of the guys asked about it.
Not until we were all sitting at Virgin Mary’s for their sibling night.
“You get in a fight with a cat?” Garrick asked.
“More like the perfect pussy,” I rummaged.
“Oh my god.” Alec gagged.
“Damn,” Carter said.
Alec paled, “Images I don’t want. Thinking about blown-up body parts now.”
“I could have gone the rest of my life without knowing that,” Ethan said with a shake of his head.
“Like any of you are fucking virgins. Grow the fuck up,” I said.
“We know. But she’s our little sister. Just fucking wrong.” Carter said.
“Will you say it’s wrong when I plant my baby in her?” I asked.
“Excuse me. Your baby? You’re not the one who has to carry it. Deliver it. Have a vagina that pushes out a fucking watermelon. Your baby?”
I smirked up at her, “In all that gibber jabber, I didn’t hear you complaining about the idea.”
She shrugged, “Why would I complain? I want kids.”
I sobered, “Yeah?”
She winked, “Yeah.”
I nodded, “Good.”
Then I pulled out the seat next to me, and then she sat down.
“She’s going to be a nightmare,” Ethan groaned.
All eyes turned to look at him.
Talia glared.
I narrowed my eyes at him and then snapped, “What the fuck is your problem? You act like you're all high and mighty, well you ain’t.”
“Whoa. I only said what we were all thinking. Jesus, she’s like a rabid badger already. Pregnancy hormones? Fucking hell.”
Talia scoffed, “Good for you, you don’t have to deal with it. So, you can take your judgmental ass and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine.”
I grinned and then leaned back in my seat and placed my arm along the back of her chair.
My woman didn’t need me to fight her battles, but damned if I wouldn’t.
However, sitting here, watching her hold her own... it got a certain body part of my anatomy raging.
I leaned over and whispered in her ear, “I totally want to fuck you right now.”
She tilted her head, and winked, softly, she whispered, “Never had sex in a bar.”
I grinned, “Care to try it out?”
She nodded, and I watched as those cyan-colored eyes flare and heat.
Oh, fuck, yeah.
***
“Be quiet if you don’t want them to know what we’re doing in here,” I whispered into her neck.
She scoffed, “The day I’m quiet when you're fucking me is the day I’m dead. Now fuck me harder.”
My cock twitched, “Yes, fucking, ma’am.”
I fucked my woman harder.
Pounding into her, and feeling my chest swell with pride every time she moaned.
***
Hand in hand we walked out of the bathroom, and the women who eyed me up and down, and looked at Talia, who was sporting that just fucked look.
They all grinned, huge.
My chest expanded, and then I looked down at Talia to see a bright, blinding smile on her face.
“I know you didn’t just do what I think you did in my bar,” Abel said the moment we walked past him.
I looked over at him and snorted, “Right. Like you haven’t made use of your office with your woman.”
Birdie came up behind him and wrapped an arm around his back, “Or the storeroom.”
Talia giggled, and I chuckled.
The moment we returned to the table, her brothers looked at her, then at me, and they all lifted their brows.
I shrugged, “Wanted to fuck my woman.”
“He did it well, too,” Talia said with a snicker.
They all gagged at once.
***
“Dominik?” I heard her ask.
I lifted my head, looked at her, and saw she had her head tilted to the side, all that glorious black hair cascading over one shoulder as she stared into the fridge.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Why in the world do you have mason jars in the fridge?” she asked.
I stared at her.
And kept staring until she turned her head to look at me.
Seeing that I hadn’t answered her yet, she lifted a brow, “Normally, you don’t store water in a mason jar.”
I smirked, “It ain’t water.”
She scoffed, “Of course it’s water, Dominik. That’s the only thing that’s totally clear.”
I shook my head, “It ain’t.”
She lifted both brows, “Umm, okay. So, I’m a man and you’re a woman.”
“Make you a deal,” I said.
“I’m listening.” She said.
“If that ain’t water, you have to give me one of my fantasies,” I told her.
I watched as her shoulders dropped; she knew.
I never made a deal or a bet if I wasn’t sure of something.
She shook her head, “No way.”
I snickered, then moved to her, reached around her, and tagged one of the mason jars.
Then I unscrewed the lid and handed it to her, “Still think it’s water?”
She sniffed it, then I watched as her eyes widened, “Dominik... is this what I think it is?”
I grinned, “Straight fire, mountain dew.”
She snickered, “White lightning.”
I winked at her.
She took a small sip and then swallowed it down, and nodded, “It’s good. I can barely taste the alcohol.”
I smirked, “A few sips of that stuff, you’ll be on your ass.”
She took one more little sip and then handed the jar back to me.
I took a few sips as well, loving the softness on the back end, then put the lid back on it and put it back in the fridge.
“Buddy of mine, Larson? He makes it.”
“Have you asked him to make anything with cherries?” she asked.
I shook my head then scoffed, “You don’t ask Larson to do anything. He feels it, he’ll make it.”
She nodded, then frowned, “Why is he like that?”
I shook my head, “No fucking clue. Doubt that anyone can explain why he is the way he is.”
We were sitting on the couch watching her favorite movie when I felt her eyes on me, while the festival scene was playing, when she asked, “So what was that fantasy you were thinking of?”
I winked, then I told her.
She tilted her head to the side and turned her head to look back at the movie.
But you can bet her glorious ass that I didn’t miss the way her eyes had flared with heat.
Oh. Fuck. Yeah.
***
I came home and felt the blood in my body rush into my cock.
Because standing there at the stove in nothing but a pair of four-inch peep-toe black kitten heels was my woman.
I started stripping and then headed to her.
Her eyes were on my body, my eyes were on hers.
I cupped the side of her neck and said, “You know, I’m pushing forty. Don’t want me to keel over, shouldn’t do this.”
She laughed in my face, “Dominik, you are the most in shape forty-year-old man I have ever met. Shut the fuck up and fuck me.”
I growled, “Yes, fucking ma’am.”