20. Dominic
Dominic
“You have some explaining to do.” I grip the edge of the countertop. “Should she be in here?”
“Listen, this whole talking about me like I’m not in the room thing has to stop.” June crosses her arms across her chest, making her cleavage plump up even more than it already was.
A distraction I cannot allow right now.
“Can you at least change first?”
She drops her hands to the side and looks down. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
Bryant speaks up for all the men in the room. “J, princess…come on. You’re a walking boner magnet.” He gestures to his groin. “I’ve got one.” Then at me. “Dom’s got one.” He glances at Hayes. “All three of us, a freaking sausage fest in here.”
He’s not wrong.
"Take off your shirt then," June tells Bryant.
“Uh, what?”
June pulls the strap of her dress up and over her head and allows the dainty fabric to fall to the floor, leaving her in nothing other than her panties and heels.
"Your shirt." She holds out her hand and waits for him to comply.
"What? It's not like all of you haven't been up in this at one point or another, no sense in acting modestly. "
“Bryant, shirt, now,” I order. Because if I continue watching this spectacle, I’m going to bend her over the counter, slide her panties to the side, and fuck her in front of both of them without a single care in the world other than feeling her pussy around my cock.
Bryant drags the white thing over his head and tosses it to her, leaving himself topless with a shirt of tattoos covering his torso.
“Better?” She asks once it’s hanging loosely on her body.
Somehow, it’s not. Her nipples show through the white fabric, giving off an entirely new provocative appearance. Leave it to her to be sexy in whatever she puts on.
“Not really.” Bryant goes over to the couch and pulls off the throw blanket. He walks to June and drapes it around her shoulders. “Here. Try to stop being so hot so we can focus.”
“You know, there’s an easy solution to the problem here.” June leans against the counter opposite of me.
I recognize immediately where her train of thought is going. “June. Please. Save it for another day.”
She grins and raises her brow at me. “So, the option is on the table.” June bobs her head up and down with a smug look caked on her face. “Interesting.”
“Are we talking about what I think we’re talking about?” Bryant drops his mouth open. “Because I am so down.”
"Guys," Hayes interjects. "Focus for fucks sake."
"Right. Group sex is on the back burner." Bryant makes an imaginary checkmark in the air.
June tugs the blanket around her. "I met Simon tonight. Well, I sort of met him once before, didn't know it though. Anyway, that part's irrelevant. Tonight, he made it pretty damn clear that he had nothing to do with what happened. Seemed just as pissed as you guys are. So, Co agreed to do that thing where you don’t kill each other for a short window of time and Simon said he’d find the dude responsible.”
I rub my temple. “How? Why? I…”
Hayes speaks up. “He snuck in when I was meeting with Miller. Must have noticed I was preoccupied.”
So much for the head of security being on top of things.
“Legit surprised you didn’t kill him right there.” Bryant leans back in his chair. “I would have.”
Hayes smacks Bryant’s shoes off the table. “No, you fucking wouldn’t have.”
Bryant shrugs. “Guess we’ll never know.”
“He was going to.” June chimes in. “I stopped him.”
No one stops Hayes from killing anyone. That’s an impossible task. And yet June somehow managed to pull it off, only further proving the power she has over us. The entire situation never should have transpired, but it’s brought a few key points to light.
According to June and Hayes, Beckett wasn't involved.
If that's the case, then who was? How could June have provoked someone else to do what they did to her?
And why? It makes no sense at all, unless…
unless he's working for another person. Beckett and I have been battling for the throne, but other factions have tried to overpower both of us.
That couldn't be possible though, could it?
Between the two of us, I was under the impression we killed off the other threats.
Could some of them have slipped through the cracks?
“Hello.” June waves her hand in front of my face. “You in there?”
I blink at her and catch her wrist in my grasp. “Yeah. Stop doing that.”
Her soft skin is warm, inviting, and does wonders on completely consuming my attention. My cock throbs in my tailored suit pants, reminding me just how badly it wants to ravish this stunning creature standing in front of me.
“What are you thinking about?” June raises a brow at me.
“Strategizing,” I lie.
She flits her gaze at my hand still gripping her arm. “Right.”
Bryant clears his throat. “I could literally cut the sexual tension with a knife.”
I glance over at him. “I could cut you with a knife.”
He throws his tattooed arms in the air. “Just stating the obvious.”
“You’re all fucking terrible. Can we focus for five fucking minutes?” Hayes smacks his palm against the counter.
I drop June’s wrist, immediately regretting the distance between her skin and mine. I shove away every thought of spreading her tightness wide with my cock and settle on the most pressing matter.
“Beckett claims he’ll find the man responsible and deliver him by tomorrow night.
” Hayes continues going over business. “I named Vincent and he acted like he already knew the guy and how to find him. Making him that much more guilty in my opinion. Why else would he serve him up on a silver platter?”
June shifts her weight and tugs her bottom lip in between her teeth. “Um, well, that might be my fault.”
“What?” A bit of a growl escapes me with the word.
“He…” She rubs at her neck. “I think he likes me.”
My jaw tenses and I steady myself by taking in a breath. Despite my efforts, it doesn’t calm me in the slightest. “No.”
“I told you,” Hayes adds.
“Told her what?”
“That you wouldn’t approve.” Hayes crosses his arms.
“Approve? Are you fucking serious?” I close the little bit of space to stand before June, my large frame towering over her.
I steady my gaze at hers and find myself trailing my hand up her arm and cupping her neck, tilting her chin toward me.
“Never. I repeat, never, will you entertain the idea of being with Simon Beckett, do you hear me?” I tighten my grip and wait for her to confirm.
Instead of the fear I expect to see from her, there’s something else, perhaps intrigue, lining her features. June watches me through her lashes, her cheeks turning upward in a grin. “Harder,” she breathes and licks her lips.
My erection betrays me, pushing through my pants and up against her leg.
How can I be the one physically dominating her, and yet she’s in complete control?
Never in all my years have I met someone who had this kind of power over me.
Women typically cower to my darker side, but with June, it’s like it matches and brings out hers.
A deadly combination that will no doubt end disastrously.
We are both raging fires that are doused in a gasoline of desire that will burn us to the ground.
“I have to go.” Hayes pushes a button on his phone, disconnecting from the call I wasn’t paying attention to. “There’s been a breach at one of our buildings. I’ll take care of it since I’m no use here.”
“You’re really going to miss the show? It’s about to get good.” Bryant states from his spot in plain sight of me and June.
June breaks away from my hold on her and turns to Hayes as he walks toward the door. “I could think of something useful you could do, Co.” She drops the blanket wrapped around her shoulders.
Hayes glances back at her. “Maybe another time, J.” He continues on his path, grabbing a set of keys and disappearing into the garage, leaving the three of us behind.
“As you were saying.” June reaches down, latching onto my hand and returning it to her neck.
Oh, she knows exactly what she’s doing and she’s having fun testing me.
I glide my thumb along her chin and grip the base of her neck.
“Is this where you punish me for being a bad girl?” June’s wild eyes bore into me, furthering the sarcastic teasing she’s doing.
“Stop talking,” I tell her, wasting not another second by forcing my mouth onto hers.
I part her lips with my tongue, caressing it possessively.
Claiming her, willing her to understand that she belongs to no one outside of this house.
Sure, I’ll share her with Hayes and Bryant, but if she thinks for a second that she can be with anyone else, she’s mistaken.
I will happily murder every single person who tries to blur that boundary.
I break away from June’s luscious lips for only a moment when I notice Bryant’s presence come toward us.
He approaches her from behind and reaches for the hem of the shirt he let her borrow, dragging it up and over her head.
She spins from my grasp and faces Bryant. Her fingertips skim his chest and settle on his neck, pulling him down to crash her lips on his.
He moans into her mouth and tugs her nearly naked body into him.
I drop to my knees, yanking her panties down and over her ass. They land along the last thing she’s wearing, the heels I personally picked out for her.
Savoring the touch of her skin, I glide my calloused hands up her thighs and part her ass. I leave a trail of kisses in their wake and tease my tongue over her soaked folds.
June arches toward me, her body inviting and begging me for more. I want to stop, to slow down time and please her over and over, but I need her to know, to understand, who she belongs to.
I stand, unbuttoning my pants and reaching in to free my cock. “Mine.” I rub the tip of it against her and she backs into it while sliding her own hand up and down Bryant’s shaft, her mouth still on his.
His palms massage her breasts; his eyes unknowing of the sight from behind the woman that's pleasuring him.