Chapter 23 Sloane #4
When I release his arm, he wastes no time running out of the restaurant.
Dom and I watch him look both ways before he decides to turn to the left.
It’s a smart choice, because Mal’s apartment is a few blocks away in that exact direction.
I wonder if he knows that or if it’s just a desperate guess made by a desperate man.
Dom clears his throat, drawing my attention back to his handsome face. “Let’s get the check, angel. I want to take you home.”
“I’m worried about Mal. Maybe we should stop by her place and check on her.”
He frowns. “And walk in on another scene like that? I’d much rather spend the rest of my evening with your thighs around my…”
“Dominic!” I laugh, looking around to see if anyone heard the beginning of that very inappropriate sentence. “How can you be thinking about that when you know how upset Mal must be right now?”
“Because Mal is a grown woman, and she knows how to hold her own with Chris.”
He’s right. I know he is, but it doesn’t stop the sinking feeling in my chest. Even though I fought hard to keep Chris from this dinner tonight, I still feel like I betrayed Mal. Like somehow I’m still responsible for whatever pain she’s feeling right now.
“I hope you’re right.”
He waves the waitress over and hands her his card. “I am.”
“Okay.” I stand and smooth my dress down. “I’m going to the bathroom. Please don’t forget to box up my sushi.”
By the time I get back to the table, Dom has all of our food, including Mal’s abandoned teriyaki chicken and fried rice, boxed and in a bag.
He hands me my purse and keys then puts his hand on the small of my back as we walk toward the doors.
There’s a slight chill in the air as we step out onto the sidewalk.
“Sloane?”
Dom and I freeze, his hand still pressing firmly on my back as we turn toward the sound and find Ash Strickland standing a few feet away. He’s got a huge smile on his face that only gets wider as he moves forward and pulls me into a tight hug.
“Ash!” Panic slices through me as I try to relax into his hold. After a few awkward seconds, I pat him lightly on his shoulder and step back into Dom. His entire body is stiff as we collide, and I can feel the tension rolling off of him. “You remember Dominic, right?”
“Yeah, of course.” Ash offers him his hand, and Dom shakes it firmly. “How are you, man?”
“Good.”
The one word is like a razor blade, cutting through the friendly smile on Ash’s face in a split second. Lord, he’s not even pretending to be nice. If I thought I could get away with it, I’d elbow him in the ribs.
“Ash, it’s nice to see you again!”
My voice is high and threaded with anxiety.
I’m so ready for this evening to be over.
First Chris crashed dinner and upset Mal.
And now I’m standing in front of the man I lied to in order to get out of a date with the one who made that lie, and all the ones that have followed, feel more than worth it at my back.
“It’s nice to see you too. I’m sorry I haven’t called. Work has been busy and…”
“You’ve been preoccupied with the other women you’ve been seeing,” Dom cuts in, his voice still doing that razor blade thing. This time there’s poison on the blade. “That’s why you’re here, right?”
It’s only then I notice the small bouquet of flowers in Ash’s hand. He looks stunned, and once again I find myself wanting to laugh in the most awkward moment. I put my hand on his forearm and give him a soft smile.
“No worries. I’ve been swamped at work too. Actually, Dominic and I were just discussing the project we’re working on over a quick dinner.”
“Nice,” Ash says, but his smile is gone and discomfort is etched into the fine lines around his eyes and mouth. “Well, it was good to see you.”
“You too, Ash.” I turn, happy to be done with this interaction. “Have a good night.”
We walk back to the parking lot in silence, and I laugh when I see that Dom got a spot right beside me.
I turn my head to ask him how he managed to do that, but he grabs my hand and pulls me between our cars before I get the chance.
My shocked gasp hits the air as he presses me to the passenger side of my car and kisses the life out of me.
Leaving me breathless and wet by the time he pulls away.
“Let me guess, you’ve been wanting to do that all night?”
He nips at my lips. “Yes, and seeing you in his arms again only made it worse.”
“I sleep in your arms every night, and you’re still jealous of a man I went on one date with?”
He pulls back to look at me, and suddenly I’m drowning in a sea of dark desire that makes me feel like I’m melting.
Every molecule of my body bleeding slowly into his with the kind of precision that makes it all feel inevitable.
Like an invisible needle and thread is running between us, stitching us together with something much deeper than stolen moments, hidden desire, and a shared goal neither of us has mentioned since our first real night together.
“Angel.” He plants a kiss on my lips. “I’m jealous of the wind that gets to blow through your curls.
” Another kiss, this time to my jaw. “Of the fabric that gets to hug your curves all day and the moonlight that streams across your skin at night.” A licking kiss to my neck followed by a scrape of his teeth.
“So yes, I’m jealous of a man you went on one date with because he doesn’t have to hide how bad he wants you.
Not even when he’s about to take another woman out to dinner. ”
“Dom…” I breathe, but no other words come.
I’m flayed open by his words, by the emotion in his voice, and the gravity of his confession.
I cup his face in my hands and pull him back up to me.
Offering him my lips in place of the words I can’t speak.
He takes them with a fevered passion that makes the whole world fall away until there’s nothing but me and him.
I hear the bag of food hit the gravel and then his hands are on me, his fingers hooking behind my knees and lifting me up so he can grind his erection into my core. And I want to cry because the contact is so perfect, the pressure so exact that the early tremors of an orgasm have already started.
“Unlock the door,” Dom orders harshly, and I’m glad I still have the keys in my hand, because digging through my purse is the last thing I want to do.
The locks click and he steps back to pull the back door open.
He lays me down on the seat and drops to his haunches in front of me.
“Look at me. I want you to watch me while I take care of what’s mine. ”
I sit up, using my elbows for support and not giving one single fuck about the fact that he’s about to eat me out in a public parking lot.
Anyone could walk by and find us like this, but that knowledge only makes his fingers pushing up my dress and sliding my panties to the side that much hotter.
Two thick fingers slide inside of me, and it’s all I can do to keep my eyes open and focused on the man in front of me.
He bites his lip and smiles at me. “Always so wet for me, angel.”
“Yes,” I say, even though it wasn’t a question.
My back arches off of the seat, and my hips rock against the fullness in my core.
Pleasure ignites in my veins as another rush of arousal slips from me and coats his fingers.
He curses through clenched teeth as he pushes in deeper.
I buck against him, silently begging for more.
He pulls back, then plunges back into me hard.
I moan loudly and Dom bites the inside of my thigh.
“Be quiet or I’ll stop right now. Is that what you want?”
I shake my head furiously, knowing that I’ll die if he stops right now. “No. Please. I’ll be quiet.” I press my lips together, and he raises a skeptical brow like he doesn’t think I can do it.
Challenge accepted.
But when he lowers his head and flicks his tongue over my clit, I almost lose it.
Dom looks up at me, and the sight of my juices glistening in the hairs of his beard is so obscene I start to tremble.
When he’s satisfied that I’ll keep my promise, he comes back to me, flattening his tongue and giving me a long, filthy lick from the top of my slit over my clit.
Then he pulls it into his mouth and sucks hard while his fingers plunge inside of me repeatedly.
There’s nothing gentle about the way he’s fucking me with his fingers, the pressure building in my core, or the flames licking at my spine, but I don’t need him gentle.
I need him just like this. Filling me up.
Stretching me out with the perfect balance of pleasure and pain.
I writhe against his hand, amazed by the way this man is breaking me down, ripping apart every wall I’ve ever put around my heart.
Dark eyes find mine, and I feel his smirk against my sex.
He can see me struggling to keep my eyes open, to keep the moans clawing up my throat from escaping.
I can’t tell if he’s proud or annoyed that my lips are still sealed and my eyes are still open even though they’re hazy with lust and desire.
But it doesn’t matter, because I’m not going to lose this challenge.
I need to see the pride and admiration shining in his eyes and hear the reverent, worshipful words he’ll bless me with when I come without making a sound.
In a move I can only assume is meant to crush my resolve, Dom doubles his efforts.
His tongue flutters wildly over my swollen bundle of nerves as his fingers pound into me.
And I’m so wet the sound of them moving in and out of me echoes in the car.
I rock my hips, meeting every thrust, crushing myself to his sinful mouth and egging him on.
When he curls his fingers inside of me, pressing into my G-spot and massaging it with expert precision, it sends me right over the edge.
My nails dig into the leather, and I bite my lip hard as pleasure rips through me.
“That’s it, angel,” I hear him whisper in between soft licks directly to my clit. “You’re so beautiful when you come for me. You’re doing such a good job of staying quiet.”
Oh God! I scream internally. His words add another layer of desire to the liquid heat rushing down my spine and spreading throughout my belly.
I pant desperately as I pulse around his fingers, my orgasm going on and on.
When I come back down, I release a shaky breath and collapse onto the seat while Dom fixes my panties and dress.
He grips my hips and slides me down to the edge of the seat then helps me sit up. The smile on his face is almost as satisfying as the orgasm he just gave me, and I lean forward and kiss him.
“It’s never enough for me either, angel,” he murmurs against my lips.
It takes me a second to process what he just said, but when I finally realize he’s referring to our conversation in the storage closet earlier today, I hum my agreement.
Hearing that he can’t get enough of me makes me want to drag him into the back seat of this car and have my way with him, but I know that’s not going to happen.
“Well, once we get back to my place, you can have as much of me as you want.”
“Hmm. You’ve got yourself a deal, beautiful.” Dom stands and pulls me out of the car. “I’ll be right over after I stop by my place to check my mail and get some more clothes.”
“Are you sure it’s safe?” I wiggle my eyebrows to hide the actual worry I feel at the thought of Kristen popping up on him again, and he laughs.
“Yes, I got my key back the last time I was ambushed.” He reaches over and picks up the bag of food we dropped on the ground, inspecting the contents before setting it in my car.
“Still don’t know why you would give a woman with crazy eyes the keys to your house, but I’m going to let it slide for now.”
“You’re very gracious, angel. I’ll be sure to show you how much I appreciate it when I get back to the house.
” He leads me around to the driver’s side and opens the door for me.
As I climb inside, I feel his hand brush over the curve of my ass.
“Have I told you how incredible you look in this dress today?”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Well, let me say it now.” He plants both of his hands on the roof of the car and looks down at me. “You look incredible in that dress, Sloane, but I want it gone when I get back. I need you naked and waiting by the door with your pussy still soaking wet for me.”
A fresh wave of arousal pools in my core, and I squirm in my seat, because the way he’s looking at me and the timbre of his voice as he issues another command I know I won’t hesitate to follow speaks to a part of me that only exists with him.
The part that feeds on his praise and thrives on his satisfaction.
The part that flourishes when he gives me mind-blowing orgasms and then makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world for having them.
“That won’t be a problem.”