6. Emma
CHAPTER 6
emma
By the time we get back to Dom’s, it’s after midnight and my body is exhausted. The events at the gym have been on replay since Aidan and Cruz left. It was hard to focus on the workout when the looks on their faces as they watched me come are permanently etched into my brain. They looked so hungry . . . for me . Dom surprised me by showing me off like that, but the more I piece it together, the more it fits. I just need to find the time and courage to ask him about it.
All three men live together under one roof. They purchased it a few years ago as a foreclosure and worked to fix the place up and make it a home. The house sits on the outskirts of town, nestled about a mile deep into the woods. Tall Sitka spruce trees tower over the property, and snow covers the roof in a white, heavy blanket, the front porch illuminated by a single light above their front door.
As I step out of Dom’s car, he’s already retrieving my overnight bag from the trunk. His hand rests on the small of my back as we walk inside. The moment we step into the house, a wave of masculinity envelops me—the scent of leather and cedarwood the most notable. The subtle hints of cologne, mixed with the earthy notes in the air, erase the tiredness I was feeling in the car. Each of the guys is so different, but together, they create something so . . . refreshingly new and addictive. It’s as if each of them has seeped into every inch of the house, warring and blending to create the most intoxicating scent and atmosphere.
“Well, look who decided to come home!” Aidan razzes from his spot on the couch, his laptop resting on his thighs.
“We’re twenty minutes after you, shithead.”
“What was the hold-up?” he asks, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
I roll my eyes while taking off my winter coat to hang in the entryway closet. I slip off my sneakers and place them on the shoe rack before raising my arms above my head and stretching. My body feels the soreness of the workout, and if I’m already feeling it, tomorrow is going to be a bitch.
“Want something to drink, moya lyubov’? ” Dom asks me.
“Whatever you’re having,” I reply, immediately regretting my words and grabbing his forearm to stop him. “Not vodka, Dom. Not. Vodka. A beer?” I shudder remembering the last time I drank it with them in a failed attempt at trying to keep up. Fairly certain I forcefully removed my entire stomach lining the next day.
Cruz laughs under his breath as if he’s remembering the same thing, his attention focused on cleaning a chunk of metal with a cloth. He’s sitting in a leather chair under a tall lamp in the corner of the room, looking like the gorgeous, brooding man that he is.
I plop down on the couch next to Aidan and look at his laptop, knowing he won’t mind.
“Whatcha working on tonight?”
“A shoot from last night. Drove into Seattle.”
“Is that where you were?”
He turns his head toward me, bringing us just a breath apart. His eyes, a bright shade of green, look like vibrant emeralds.
“You noticed, huh?”
“Oh, shut up. I’m just curious. Can you show me?”
He turns his laptop so that I can see his work, and an uncontrolled smile brightens my face. I knew that Aidan was a talented street photographer—being featured in multiple magazines and publications—but to scroll through his photographs with him next to me is a completely different experience.
“Aidan. These are incredible.”
Dom takes a seat next to me, handing me a cold beer and putting his hand high on my thigh, sending shivers through my body. The close proximity between both men aids the heat rising to flush my cheeks and my increasingly rapid heartbeat.
Clearing my throat, I murmur, “Thank you. Can you believe these photos?”
“He’s good, but you don’t need to tell him. He knows it already. It’ll inflate his head even more,” Dom says with a laugh.
“Oh, shut up, you jackass. You’re just jealous that all you can do is punch things for a living. Fucking caveman.”
“As opposed to clicking a button on a camera?”
“Both of you shut it. Everyone needs to be praised once in a while, Dominik. Especially when it’s due, and these? Holy shit.”
I slowly move through the slideshow, paying attention to every detail Aidan has captured with his lens. It’s nighttime, and the buildings are illuminated by streetlights. Strangers stand in a circle, huddled around a fire with their hands outstretched, gathering the warmth from the flames. Snow is piled high, surrounding the brick buildings close to them, graffiti painted in various spots, bringing vibrancy to an otherwise dark and depressing area. In another one, a skateboarder glides downhill on a nearly empty road. The glaring red and blue lights from a police car spread color into the shot from the side.
I’m so caught up in each photo that I don’t realize how much time has gone by. When I look up, Dom has fallen asleep beside me, his head relaxed back on the couch. Cruz has disappeared, and Aidan’s focus is solely on me.
“These are . . . I don’t have words. You have the eye for it, Aidan Cooper.”
His lips lift with a smile, and it’s so damn pleasing to see, especially knowing that I put it there. He’s just so freaking handsome it almost takes your breath away.
“In all my years of doing this, no one has looked at my work the way you just did, Emma Davis.”
My cheeks heat as a blush rises.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispers as his eyes flick down to my lips.
My eyes close for a moment as his words wash over me. There’s a heaviness in being under Aidan’s gaze. He looks at me like I’m the only thing that matters, as if I am the center of the universe. The world could burn around us, and he wouldn’t even notice. My heart flips, and a rush of nerves spreads through my body.
I’ve known Aidan for so long. He may not be aware, but he carries a sense of peace that is a calming balm to my soul. I’ve always been drawn to him, for that feeling of comfort he could bring, but lately? Lately, I’m realizing that he is so much more, and it’s hard to fight the pull to explore that. His eyes flit down to my lips again, and just as he moves a fraction of an inch, Dom’s grasp tightens ever so slightly on my thigh, just a twitch, enough to break me from this moment I’m caught up in. The arousal I was feeling is doused by a heavy dose of guilt and shame. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Thank you,” I squeak out, unsure how to respond to his compliments when they carry so much weight and embarrassed by the fact that I was going to let him kiss me. That I wanted him to kiss me, especially while Dom was next to me.
I look away, instead focusing my attention on the fireplace that rests in front of us unused, the red brick old and worn. I clear my throat and turn to Dominik, shaking his arm to wake him up. “Hey, take me to bed?”
Without a word, Dom sweeps me into his arms, my legs instinctively wrapping around his broad waist as his hands grip my ass firmly. My pussy aches in anticipation. Not a night has passed without him claiming me. He’s insatiable, and I have no trouble keeping up with him.
By the time we reach his bedroom on the second floor, he’s kicking the door shut and dropping me carefully on my feet, hands gripping my shirt and sports bra and pulling them over my head. His large body drops to his haunches, peeling off my leggings, wasting no time stripping me completely naked. Rough, calloused hands slide over the back of my thighs, pulling me forward as he presses his face into my pussy, inhaling deeply. I thread my fingers through his soft hair as he nuzzles his face closer to me, just breathing me in, running his nose back and forth across my flesh. It’s so filthy and erotic, igniting me from somewhere deep within. A tiny ember that he stokes until my body has been consumed by a raging inferno.
“Dom . . .” My voice trembles and breaks as he gives in to what I need. My body sags deeper into him as my legs shake and weaken, the flat of his warm tongue gliding through my center from hole to clit. His hands grip my thighs tightly, fingertips pressing deep into my skin as he holds me still and devours my pussy with his mouth.
My legs shake uncontrollably, forcing me to brace my hands on his shoulders as my orgasm builds and builds, the pressure right on the cusp of that cliff. My stomach tightens, my spine stiffening before arching into his glorious, talented mouth, and just as I’m about to fall off that ledge, he pulls back, looking up at me with heavy eyes, his mouth glistening with my moisture. I whine out in protest, and before I can react further, he delivers a swift, firm slap to my pussy. I yelp and try to jump back but he holds me in place.
“Not until I say you can, milaya devochka .”
He pushes me backward until my legs hit the edge of the bed, forcing me to lay back. I sit up on my elbows and watch as Dom undresses, his body a work of art. He’s covered in intricately detailed tattoos, and I’ve spent countless hours tracing them with my fingers. He grips the back of his shirt and pulls it off in that effortlessly sexy way only a man can, quickly followed by his bottoms. His already firm cock springs free—thick and veined. My mouth waters for the bead of precum leaking from his swollen head, knowing he’s this worked up just from going down on me.
Eyes latched onto mine, Dom prowls up the bed as I try to scoot away. Having had enough of my games, his large hand circles my ankle, dragging me back down to position me exactly where he wants—under him. My legs are thrown over his shoulders, folding me beneath him. His thick cock nudges my entrance, and I brace myself as he pushes in. He thrusts in short, controlled movements, easing his way in, too big to sink inside me in one fluid motion. I bite down on my bottom lip, trying to stifle the moan threatening to escape. My walls tighten and spasm around him, stretching to accommodate his fat dick. Even though he got me ready for him, it’s such a tight fit that I wince around the intrusion.
“That’s my sweet girl, relax and let me in this tight little body.”
I bite down harder on my lip as he fills me completely, only giving me a moment of reprieve before his hips pull back and slam forward like the powerhouse he is. Being fucked by Dom is like being on the shore as a tsunami hits. Powerful. Destructive. Consuming. There’s nothing you can do to fight it, relaxing into it as the waves crash and take you under is the only option.
His fingers find my mouth as he rocks into me, gently pulling my lip from between my teeth and tugging it down until it pops free.
“No, my love. I work for every single one of those noises, so don’t you dare hold them back.”
My eyes widen at his demand but my pussy floods around him with a new wave of arousal. Now would be a good time to ask him if he has a certain kink he’s been keeping from me, but I don’t want to ruin the moment if I’m wrong.
“Cruz and Aidan are home, I don’t want them to hear me.”
“They’ve already heard what you sound like when you come, moya lyubov’ . They’ve seen what you look like. Don’t you dare hold back.”
“Dominik . . .” My eyes flutter closed as his words ignite the image of Aidan and Cruz’s hungry expressions as they held themselves back while watching me come undone.
Shit. I want that.
But I don’t give Dom what he’s asking me for. I pull my lip back between my teeth as he starts to move inside me again, his thick length withdrawing to the tip and driving back in.
His eyes flash in a challenge, eyebrows raising as he captures my mouth with his own in a brief but passionate kiss before returning his gaze to me. Dom pulls back before pistoning hard inside me, jerking my body further up the bed, my hands shooting out to brace myself against the headboard.
“I loved it, milaya devochka. Making you come while they watched, seeing how bad they wanted you.”
Moans spill from my lips unrestrained as his dirty words fill my head. His hips continue to thrust into me, grinding his pelvis down hard on my clit every time he fills me deep. Dom fucks like the ruthless fighter he is—demanding, controlling, every bit as powerful, focused, and hungry in the bedroom as he is in the ring. My arms stay stretched above my head, elbows locked, doing my best to keep my body from moving farther back as I take every blow he gives me.
“You saw the desire on their faces, sweet girl. Saw how badly they wanted to feast on you. Did it feel good? Knowing they were watching you come with my fingers buried in your tight little pussy?”
His thrusts become harder and more rapid, hitting my cervix and making me cry out.
“Fuck. The way you came with their eyes on you. Gushing all over my hand. Admit it felt good, my love, let me hear you say you liked them watching me fuck you.”
Without having to ask, Dom gave me my answer. He’s into sharing me. He has to be. Or at least voyeurism to some degree. I scream out yes in between moans.
“That’s it, moya lyubov’ , let them hear how good I’m making you feel. Make them jealous that I get to fuck this tight pussy.”
His words hit their mark, lighting a fire that starts deep in my core and spreads like wildfire throughout my body. I do exactly what he wants—screaming my pleasure out for everyone to hear.