Chapter 19
D ominic
Watching Kate run away has me furious at my family. What the fuck were they thinking? They know Kate. They know she’d never do anything like that article is suggesting.
“Every single one of you better apologize to her in the next twenty four hours,” I demand.
“We didn’t mean to hurt her,” Alex comments, “but you’re right. Even when we accidentally hurt someone, we need to acknowledge that.”
Alex glares at our dad, who rolls his eyes. “I will always side with my kids, and expect the worst out of everyone else. I will not apologize for that.”
“Dammit, Dad!” I explode. “You can’t be an asshole and justify it that way!”
“I didn’t really say anything to her, Dominic Andrea,” Dad booms. “In fact, all I spoke about was your general lack of luck when it comes to good women.”
“Ahh,” I say sarcastically, “Thank you for clarifying that. Because it almost sounded like you were saying Kate wasn’t a good woman. My mistake.”
“Dom, let’s table this discussion when everyone isn’t incredibly tired and sensitive,” Mom interjects. “In fact, since you’ve barely gotten any sleep this weekend, let us take the kids again. Aspen needs a do-over sleepover anyway. ”
“Actually, I was going to say I’d take them,” Luca says. “We just got furniture for one of the guest rooms that is perfect for kids. Two sets of bunk beds.”
“Don’t let Aspen be on the top bunk,” I blurt out.
Luca chuckles. “Already assumed as much. I’ll take them for breakfast in the morning as well. Give you a late morning to do … whatever.”
Subtle.
“Daddy? Did I just hear Uncle Luca saying we could spend the night at his house?” Sienna asks hopefully. She has Aspen on her back, Carter by her side, and they all have the same expression on their faces.
“As long as you want to go,” I say, and they all shriek with joy. “Sienna, go pack an overnight bag for you and your sister. Carter, go pack one as well.”
Luca grabs Aspen from Sienna and puts her on his shoulders. “You ready for this, Princess Aspen?”
Aspen giggles gleefully. “You haven’t called me that in so long!”
Luca looks at me and mutters, “Hard to say it now because of Stone.” Stone Dixon calls our baby sister, Arianna, Princess, and once we overheard them in Arianna’s office at Everlasting getting a little frisky, the word Princess took on a different tone.
Within fifteen minutes, everyone is out of my house, and I go in search of Kate. If the basement wasn’t a mess, I know she’d be hiding in her bathroom. She thinks I can’t hear her in there, but I can. I’ve heard her crying more than once, but didn’t know what to do. Would she accept anything from me? Would she get angry at me, thus making her stop crying? I never knew, so I never took a shot. But today is different.
It’s not just the upset nanny. It’s my wife, upset by my family and a piece of trash gossip article calling her morals into question. Now I have every right, and expectation, to go to her and make her feel better, in any way I can. Yesterday she just needed to be held. Today it might be ice cream, alcohol, or something else. Whatever it is, I’m determined to figure it out and make it right.
When I don’t find her in my office, I quietly walk upstairs and into my bedroom. Knowing her affinity for bathrooms, I enter mine — well, now it’s ours, and fuck, do I like the sound of that — and hear a sniffle coming from the closet. I carefully open the door, hearing the sniffle again. “Katharine.”
“Go away,” she says, her voice muffled.
“No.”
“Come on, Dominic, just let me cry without an audience. I’ve embarrassed myself enough in front of your family this weekend.”
I follow the sound of her voice, finding her hidden behind two suitcases I’ve been meaning to move into the basement for quite some time. Crouching, I reach out, grabbing her chin, and bringing her face up so I can see her. A small amount of light from the open door allows me to see her tear stained cheeks, and I gently wipe them away.
“There hasn’t been one moment you’ve embarrassed yourself this weekend, raggio di sole .”
She huffs, blowing out a breath that feels like a warm bath along my arm. “You’re full of shit. And stop saying whatever that is.”
“No and no.”
“Huh?”
“I’m not full of shit, and I won’t stop saying what I’m saying.” I hear a little growl of annoyance, and I fight to hide my smile. My Kate is coming back, little by little.
“Why are you like this?” she says exasperatedly.
“Are you asking why I annoy you?”
“Yes.”
“Oh. Because it’s fun,” I tell her cheerfully, and almost shout victoriously when she can’t contain her laugh.
“It’s fun to annoy me?”
“Obviously. As if you don’t enjoy annoying me,” I point out.
“I don’t set out with a goal in mind of annoying you. ”
“Really?” I ask as I scoot closer to her and sit down, spreading my legs on her sides so she’s caged between my knees.
“Yes.”
“Care to make a wager on that?” I ask.
Her eyes narrow. “Is that how we’re going to play this? Okay. I’m game. If I win, you have to …”
I wait as she looks above my head, deep in thought. I see the moment she decides on her bet when a devilish grin spreads across her face.
“You ready for this?” Kate asks.
“Yep.”
“If I win, you have to get the kids up every day this week, and then serve me breakfast in bed.”
“Cool. A theme.”
“What?”
“We’re on theme with each other.” I wait to see when she takes the bait.
“How so?” she finally asks.
I lean forward, so my face is only an inch from hers, and say, “ When I win, I get to do whatever I want … in bed … to you.”
Kate’s eyes widen as her breath hitches. “I’m failing to see a theme here, Dominic.”
“The theme is the bed.”
Kate lets out a high-pitched squeak. “An interesting theme.”
“I agree,” I tell her, dipping my head to skim my nose along her neck. “But I bet you’re secretly hoping you lose.”
“N — no,” she stammers, as my tongue darts out to touch the divot in her body where her neck meets her shoulder. “I like to win.”
Dragging my tongue up her neck, I feel the goosebumps pop in my wake. “Pretty sure we both win in my case. But it doesn’t matter, because I definitely win, in more ways than one.”
“How so?” she asks. Unaware that I’ve been slowly sliding my hands around to her ass, she yelps when I grab her and pull her into my lap .
“Last year, I asked if you’d be willing to reorganize the kitchen.” Kate stiffens to stone in my lap, and I chuckle against her ear. She knows exactly where I’m going with this. “You agreed. Remember?”
“No.”
“Liar. You started one day by removing everything, then seemed to either lose interest or went off on another tangent, and the kitchen sat, untouched, for over a week.”
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” she murmurs. I slide my hand up her back and into her hair, winding it around my fist, and pulling her head back, giving me more access to her neck and décolletage. I suck briefly on her pulse point, feeling it go berserk against my lips.
“Oh, really? You don’t remember this at all? You don’t remember me giving you a deadline for the kitchen, telling you I wouldn’t pay you for the task if you didn’t finish the job?”
“That may sound somewhat familiar,” she growls, but the growl turns to a whimper when I scrape my teeth along her collarbone.
“Ahh. Then I’m sure this will jog your memory.” I wait a moment, feeling Kate holding her breath, before I continue. “You superglued all the lids to my protein powders closed, you added salt to my oatmeal, and you switched out all the healthy cereals with the high-sugar kind, but kept the original boxes so I wouldn’t know until I poured them out.”
“I still will never forget the look on your face when that protein powder container basically exploded when you tried to manhandle it into opening,” she cackles. “If looks could kill — wait! How did you know all of that? I didn’t tell a soul!”
I cluck my tongue in a tsk-tsk sound. “My dear, sweet, innocent Katharine. Did you really think I wouldn’t have a nanny-cam on your ass from the moment you took on this job?”
“Are you fucking serious?” she explodes, but I don’t let her finish. I flip her over so she’s on her back, and I’m hovering above her.
“I could assume that was just you lashing out. That my ultimatum made you do those things. But that’s not the case, is it? ”
“God dammit,” she mutters. “The nanny-cam has sound, doesn’t it?”
“It sure does.” I don’t have to tell her how the cam caught her mouthing off to me every day. Instead, I just slam my mouth on hers, effectively shutting both of us up.
What Kate doesn’t know is how I’d lie in bed at night, watching the footage, and almost every night that week, I’d jack off to her. Hearing her bratty attitude just made me so turned on. It wasn’t the first time I’d flown solo to thoughts of Kate, and it certainly wasn’t the last.
While Kate momentarily is shocked into submission, she quickly wraps her legs around me and pushes her tongue between my lips. I groan into her mouth as her velvety tongue leisurely circles mine. Kate slides her hands into my hair, grabbing it harshly, and the pain only makes me harder. I’m so turned on I think I could handle anything she throws at me.
“Bed,” I mutter as I rise to my knees, holding Kate against me. I quickly stand, stalking out to the bedroom, and toss her onto the bed.
“The door!” she hisses, her eyes wide with panic.
“They’re at Luca’s.”
“What?”
“The kids. They’re at Luca’s tonight.” I stand above her, drinking in the sight. Kate’s hair is in disarray, her cheeks rosy, and her lips swollen from our kiss. Legs open, I catch a glimpse of pristine white panties beneath her shorts, and I’m desperate to see what’s beneath them. I’ve always thought she was beautiful, but like this? Jesus Christ. She’s a damn vision. My wife no longer looks broken and devastated. Instead, she looks like a powerful goddess, and I’m ready to worship at her altar like she deserves.
“Did you plan this?” Kate asks suddenly.
“Plan what?” I ask as I reach behind my head to grab ahold of my shirt and rip it off. “Did I plan on seducing you tonight? No. I planned on taking care of you, however was needed. This is just a bonus.”
“What happens when —”
I cut off her. “If.”
She rolls her eyes, but her lips quirk up in a hint of a smile. “Okay, if this ends, what happens?”
When I motion for her to lift her arms, she does, and I pull her shirt off. “I already told you I had no intention of this being temporary. You have a problem with me keeping you?”
“Keeping me?” she parrots.
“Yeah. Think I want to keep you, Katharine,” I say with a smirk as I pull her bra straps down. Her mouth slightly ajar with astonishment, I take the opportunity to grab her ankles and pull her to the side of the bed. She lets out a squeal as I yank down her shorts, and I stare hungrily at her center. Perfect white panties cover the place I most desperately want to discover. Reaching out, I drag the tip of my middle finger lightly across the fabric, and Kate shudders in response.
“Dominic,” she whispers, her hand covering mine before I can slip beneath the tiny piece of cloth separating me from nirvana.
“What, baby?” I ask. Looking up, I see a tense expression covering her face, and I frown in response. “Are you okay? Second thoughts?”
“No, it’s just …” she trails off as a blush covers her face, neck and décolletage. She takes a deep breath, and blurts out, “I’m not waxed. I mean, not like the girls you’re probably used to. I’m sure Savannah is, and not that I want to bring her up when we’re in your bed,” you and me both, Katharine, “but you don’t have to do this. That. Anything. Cuz I’m not waxed. It’s too expensive, and I value being able to fill up my car over a waxed vagina.”
I can’t help the grin that covers my face. “Fuck, that’s not what I thought you were ready to say. I don’t care about that, baby. Really. If you want to get waxed, fine. I’ll give you the money. But if you don’t? I don’t fucking care.”
“Really?” she asks quietly.
“Really. And your theory on the girls I’ve slept with is incorrect on more than one level, but the main one you should know is that I haven’t slept with anyone in well over a year, probably even much longer than that. I haven’t had the time, or the desire, to deal with it. So you should know that this is probably going to be much shorter than you’re expecting, because I don’t know how long I can hold out once I’m inside you.”
“Holy shit,” she breathes.
“Yeah. May I continue?” I ask, looking down at her core. When Kate nods, I drop to my knees and bury my face between her legs. Pushing my tongue against the fabric, I roughly swipe at her clit. I thought I’d need to provide a little moisture to her panties, but Kate is completely soaked. Looking up at her, I find her boosted onto her elbows as she watches me intently. One hand slides up to pinch her nipple between her fingers, and the move makes me groan against her.
Pushing Kate’s panties to the side, I take my first luxurious lick from bottom to top, circling her clit rapidly. Her taste explodes on my tongue, and my cock is close to breaking through my clothing. I slide one finger through her wetness and into her snug channel, and her walls clamp down on me. Holy hell, I’ll be lucky if I last two seconds with the way she’s gripping me right now. I latch onto her clit, and Kate cries out, falling onto the bed as she comes. Both hands latch into my hair, holding me against her pussy as aftershocks wrack her body.
As if I’d go anywhere else at this moment.
I leisurely stroke her pussy with my tongue, slowly building her back up as I pull my wallet out of my shorts to see if I still have a condom in there. I don’t keep condoms in my bedroom because my children are nosy as hell, and I certainly don’t bring women home with me. As soon as I grab my wallet, I can tell there isn’t a condom in there.
“Fuck,” I hiss as I rest my head against Kate’s thigh .
“What?” she asks breathlessly.
“I don’t have a condom,” I explain regretfully. God dammit.
“I, uh, actually started birth control last month?” she says uncertainly.
My head pops up. “What? When?”
“The gynecologist Hannah recommended — after I refused to go to the one you found — wanted to try me on it, to see if it helped with my cycles.”
“Are you —” I clear my throat, trying to lower my voice from how high it sounds, “— are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“He told me once I finished the first month of pills, I could have unprotected sex. I mean, if you’re okay with that.”
It’s a miracle I didn’t come right that second. Scrambling, I try to get my shorts and boxer briefs off at the same time, catch a foot on one, slip, slam into the corner of the bed, curse, then launch myself onto the bed, covering Kate completely. “Yes. Fuck, yes, baby. I’m okay with that. I’m really not gonna last long now.”
I don’t give her time to respond as I cover her mouth with mine. This kiss is frantic. Un-paced. It’s a clashing of lips, teeth, and tongue. It’s everything I didn’t know I wanted until this moment. Realizing Kate is still partially dressed, I shimmy her panties down to her knees, then roll us so she’s on top. She kicks her panties off, then straddles me.
“God damn,” I pant, looking up in her at awe. “You’ve never looked more spectacular.”
Her hair cascades down her shoulders and back, the various shades of color she’s added such a testament to both her personality and her confidence. When she reaches behind to undo her bra, I think my brain short circuits. Perfect teacup size breasts with rose colored nipples make me groan as I lean up and take one in my mouth.
“Yes, oh yes,” she moans. I feel my cock weep as she unconsciously grinds against me, and I wonder if I’ll even fully get inside her cunt before I come .
“Shit,” I grunt as Kate shifts slightly, and the head of my cock slips inside her, just enough that I fear the orgasm coming. “Don’t move or —”
Looking back, I’ll laugh at this moment. Because why on Earth would Katharine Reynolds Santo listen to me?
The witchy woman looks me dead in the eye, squeezes, and bears down.
“Not … fucking … funny,” I groan as I prematurely come, all over my wife’s pussy for the first time.