Chapter 40
Ghost
“Scooch over, you big furnace. You’re melting me into the mattress,” Adora’s grumpy voice wakes me. “And stop fondling my boob. It woke me up.”
It woke something else up too.
“Yeah, I can feel it,” she grumbles, sleep still thick in her voice.
Fuck, I said that out loud.
I open my eyes, my brain finally waking up with the rest of me. I’ve been too out of it these past weeks, reacting too slow, sleeping too deep. So deep Adora managed to draw a star on my cheek last week, and I felt none of it. I need to get back to myself faster. This is taking too fucking long.
I give her tit another squeeze and pull her closer, gluing myself to her. We fell into bed last night right after the shower, no clothes, barely dried off. Both exhausted as fuck.
She sighs, groans, then turns in my arms, resting her palm against my chest.
“I guess we’re waking up,” she mutters, pouting a little. “How are you feeling?”
I smile and press a quick kiss to her forehead. “Better than ever, adorable.”
Ain’t that the fucking truth. I gave Bowie too much space in my head last night.
It caught me off guard, but I’m done with that shit.
I left that fucker in two piles — his bones in one, and his flesh, carefully sliced, in the other.
Now they’re all rotting in hell, and I’m here, holding the woman I love.
I won. Adora won. That’s all that matters.
“How did your check-up go yesterday?” she asks through a small yawn.
I’m suddenly wide awake. Painfully aware of her leg thrown over mine, my throbbing cock twitching against her stomach, her nipples brushing my chest, my hand moving lazily over her back.
“I’m cleared for dirty action, adorable. Ready to report for duty.” My voice drops, the need that’s been building for so long breaking through. “Got a doctor’s note to prove it.” I only had to threaten the guy a little.
Before I know it, I’m flat on my back, Adora straddling me, her hands on my shoulders, her face inches from mine. That shouldn’t have been that easy. I need to step up my PT.
My thoughts scatter when her bare pussy brushes along the length of my cock. Fuck. I’m going to beg. I’m actually going to fucking beg. Who the hell needs dignity anyway?
“Really? You got the doctor’s note?” she murmurs, brushing her lips against mine in a barely-there tease.
I open my mouth to catch her words, fingers digging into her hips, but she pulls back, a sinful little smirk tugging at her lips. She’s in a playful mood. Judging by the speed my heart is going, I might die before she’s done playing.
I groan, closing my eyes, trying not to lose my mind. They snap open when she grabs my jaw, her nails scraping my skin. That’s not a good sign.
Suddenly, she looks… off. A flicker of panic in her eyes as they search mine.
“I need you to keep your eyes open,” she whispers. “Okay, Dominic? I need you to look at me. I need to see you.”
“You’re in control here, Adora,” I say slowly, keeping my voice steady.
I thought she might want this, and as much as everything inside me hungers to pin her under me and fuck her until she forgets how to walk, I’ll hold off. Let her take what she needs.
She studies my face for another second, then leans in and kisses me, eyes still open. I keep mine on hers.
She pulls back, hands braced on my chest, and starts moving. Sliding her pussy over the length of my cock at a maddeningly slow pace, driving me insane.
My hands start guiding her hips on reflex, desperate for more.
“Hands off,” she commands, and I listen instantly, fisting the sheets on either side of me, teeth clenching to the point of cracking.
Every slide of her slick pussy against my cock sends electricity racing through my veins. The wetness between her thighs coats me, making the glide easier, more torturous.
“That’s it. Use me, adorable. Use my cock. Make yourself come,” I growl, my knuckles turning white from gripping the sheets.
Her rhythm falters for just a second before she doubles down, grinding harder. She liked hearing that. She likes to see me like this, at her mercy.
“Fuck,” I hiss through clenched teeth. “You’re going to make me come like this. Is that what you want? You want me to shoot all over your pretty pussy?”
She throws her head back, moving faster now, her breath a mix of moans and gasps that go straight to my cock.
Her breathing changes suddenly, becoming shallower, faster. I know she’s close. Her thighs begin to tremble against mine, her rhythm growing erratic. I’m dying to touch her, to grab those soft, round hips and slam her down onto me. Bite one of those honey-colored nipples.
“Dominic,” she calls for me, her nails biting into my chest, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure but never leaving mine. The sound of my name on her lips nearly sends me over the edge. My cock is weeping under her, drenched.
Her body tenses, back arching. A broken cry escapes her lips — and she’s there. Shaking and trembling above me, still keeping her eyes locked on mine.
I’m turning feral. I’ve never seen anything or anyone more beautiful.
For a moment, I think she’s done, that she’ll collapse against me or lift herself off. Instead, her movements become more determined, sliding herself up and down my cock while she’s still coming down from her high.
I’m almost there, already past the point of no return, my hips starting to buck upward involuntarily.
“Fuck,” I groan in prayer, not even recognizing my own voice anymore, my fists trembling at my sides. I need to touch her. I need to be inside her. I need… I need something.
The pressure builds at the base of my spine, my balls drawing tight. I’m so fucking close I can taste it, right on the edge of exploding.
She pushes down on my cock harder, leaning forward, her fingers curling around my jaw.
“Open,” she gasps, breathless. She’s so fucking beautiful like this — powerful, confident. Mine.
My mouth opens, hers to command, just like the rest of my body. She spits inside, then seals it with a kiss. I’m dead. I’ve gone to heaven.
Before I can tell her that I love her too, she lifts herself slightly and sinks down on my cock in one smooth motion.
The sudden tight heat around me is too much.
It steals my breath, my voice. With just a few quick bounces of her hips, I’m gone.
I explode inside her, roaring something that barely sounds like words.
It’s so intense my vision blurs, everything going black for a second.
When I come back to myself, my hands are still at my sides, my eyes wide as I blink at the ceiling, Adora draped across my chest. We’re both breathing hard, our lungs in sync.
My arms lift, muscles trembling, wrapping around her. One hand slides up her back, tangling in her hair.
“I love you,” I murmur the only truth I have left in me.
“I know,” she whispers against my neck, her body still trembling with aftershocks. I feel her lips curve before she speaks again. “Next time, you’re in charge.”
“Give me a minute and I’ll be ready to go again,” I grunt, my cock already twitching.
“It’s going to take more than a minute, stud. You’re not back to a hundred percent yet, and I’m not about to send you back to the hospital,” she says, amusement threading her tone. “And I need food. Lots of it.”
“What do you want for breakfast?” I might not be back to full strength yet, but I can sure as fuck cook for her.
“Chicken and waffles, same as yesterday,” she declares after a few seconds of consideration.
“With hot honey butter and lots of bacon?”
“You know it.” She kisses my jaw, smiling. “And maybe add some fluffy pancakes to that order. With blueberries on top.”
“I can’t believe we’ve finally reached this point,” Bones says, leaning back in his chair, looking a little stunned. “It’s much sooner than we thought.”
“The club is stable now. Still growing, but it’s controlled. It wouldn’t make sense to wait,” I murmur, tapping a finger on my desk. “Time to ditch the shady businesses the old-timers started and focus on the legal ones.”
I lock eyes with him. “We should keep the Romano deal, though. Money — dirty or clean — always brings enemies. Our alliance with the Famiglia gives us extra protection. It’s worth the risk.”
He nods. “I agree. The brothers will too.” A beat. “Speaking of dirty money… I looked at the numbers. We’ve got a lot of it. More than I thought. It’s going to take time to move away from it completely. We might need to dip into that trust fund of yours for a while.”
Ah, the trust fund.
Imagine my fucking shock when — less than a week after my twenty-fifth birthday, still five months away from release — I got a visit in prison from a sleek lawyer.
That’s how I found out I’d inherited my maternal grandparents’ huge-as-fuck trust fund.
Wealth built off the very profitable sale of some manufacturing company my great-great-great-grandfather started.
They’d disinherited my mother and named me the sole heir, with one condition — I’d only get access to the money when I turned twenty-five.
I never met those fucking people. They were dead before my parents, anyway. Never even thought about them. But I didn’t care about whatever family drama happened there. I just signed the papers. And then I used some of that money to fund Bones’ plans for the club.
“The last investment I made into this club based on your crazy ideas made me richer,” I say, the corner of my mouth lifting. “I’m game.”
“Told you logistics and construction are a goldmine. Pops and the old guys were playing at the kids’ table with their illegal gambling and smuggling shit.
It brought us some quick, easy money, but it’s not worth it anymore.
Too much risk for too little pay.” He groans.
“Fuck, there’s a lot of work ahead. I want to look into towing too.
The Romanos could help us land some sweet city deals for at least three of our Chapters, maybe more. We could do a test run in Driftwood.”