Chapter 18 Mia
MIA
At first I think Dom is going to refuse a shower, and his eagerness to leave has slight panic bubbling up in my throat. Maybe this was just the heat of the moment. Maybe it was a huge mistake. God, maybe I am just a massive idiot and fucked my father-in-law only to be left behind.
But he agrees, and follows me to the main bathroom, because lord knows with Char snoring away in my bed, we can’t use the ensuite. I lock the door behind us, and drop my soiled dress to the ground as Dom starts to undress.
I turn on the hot water, and watch as his body is revealed to me, bit by bit.
His arms are thick with muscle and adorned with tattoos.
There’s a scattering of silver hair on his chest, and his bronzed skin is tight and smooth.
He’s beautiful, and strong, and I can’t help but be mesmerised as he stands naked in front of me.
And his cock is extremely impressive. Even while he’s mostly soft, I can’t help but gawp a little at his size. Feeling it is one thing - seeing it is another. How did that thing fit inside me?
He sees me looking and a smug grin tugs at his lips.
“Keep looking at me like that and I promise you, things will happen.”
I blush and hurry under the water. “Haven’t had enough tonight, ey?”
He follows me into the enormous shower, and lets the stream from the shower head wash over him.
“I thought I made it pretty clear that you need that doing to you often, every day.” His eyes are dark with desire as he looks down at me, and delicious chills break out over my skin.
He moves closer to take me in his arms, and pushes the strands of my hair from my face.
“I should have said this before, but I was tested, after my last relationship ended.”
“Oh, me too.” I hadn’t even thought of that. Stupid, stupid Mia. “When Archie, well, all that happened, I got tested right away. I’m fine.”
“Me, too.” Dom kisses me softly. “I should have worn a condom, I’m sorry.”
I shake my head, my eyes still closed. “No, it’s alright.” I lean in hungrily, wanting him to kiss me again. The sound of the running water might wake Char, and she’ll come looking for us, but I can’t help wanting more of him.
And kiss me he does, long and slow, his beard softly tickling my skin. He’s the kind of kisser that has your knees go weak. I don’t think a man has ever kissed me like this before, and I put it down to his vast years of experience.
Maybe fucking an older man really is the wise choice.
The thought makes me giggle, and Dom smiles against my mouth.
“And what are you laughing about, love?”
“Just thinking that maybe you’re such a good kisser because of your age.” I sling my arms around his neck with a grin. “Is that what it is? All that experience?”
“That and not being a total cockhead who’s taken with his own abilities.” He runs his hands down my sides, up my back, then down around my hips, between us over my stomach, until he comes to my breasts. He makes a sound low in his throat, like a territorial growl, and massages my breasts gently.
A soft moan leaves my lips, and his eyes lift to my face.
“Does that feel good?”
I nod, biting my lip.
He nods, looking back down to where his hands are working.
He reaches over and unhooks the loofah from its place beside the tap, lathering it up with a bar of jasmine scented soap.
I watch as he lathers up my chest, gently pinching my nipples between the rough fabric of the loofah, which makes me moan.
He’s careful, but pushes slightly, watching my face and my body for a hint that it’s too much.
He turns me around, and I put my hands against the wall as he pushes my hair aside so he can wash my back.
Long, gentle strokes along my skin, over my arse, down my legs.
Then he pulls me under the water to rinse me down, washing away all the suds.
Once all the soap is gone, he gently nudges my legs apart with his knee, and scoops a handful of warm water against my cunt.
I flinch for a second, but then his fingers gently rub over my clit.
“It’s terrible how good this feels,” he murmurs against my ear, his chest pressed to my back. “Knowing you’re soaked because of me.”
I gasp as two of his fingers press inside me. “It is. Just terrible.” I hate myself that I want more. I just told him that we’d done nothing wrong and that I didn’t hate myself at all. But I do.
And I know I should, because this is wrong.
Divorce or not, this is Archie’s father with his fingers rolling against my g-spot.
My father-in-law is cupping my breast with his fingers buried in my cunt, his cock hardening against my back, and all I want is for him to bend me over and fuck me right here in my fucking bathroom.
“Mia!”
There’s a gentle knock on the door, and I freeze.
“Oh shit,” I whisper, clenching my legs together, but Dom keeps his hand right where it is. “Y-yeah, babes?” I call out.
“You alright?” Char calls through the door. “I woke up and you were gone.”
I clench my eyes together as my body starts to become hot, Dom’s fingers moving from my g-spot to my clit.
“I’m fine! Just wanted to have a shower.” I press a hand to my mouth as Dom slides his dick inside me slowly. “Oh my god, Dom,” I whisper urgently, bracing my other hand against the wall. “She’s right there.”
“Is your head alright?” Char asks. “You’ll need to change that patch!”
“Oh, yeah, it’s fine!” I’d forgotten about the patch covering my stitches, it was meaningless in the ill-advised insanity of everything that’s happening.
Dom slides in and out of me slowly, fingers circling my clit, his other hand massaging my breast.
“Alright, if you’re sure!” Char taps her fingernails against the door. “Why did you lock the door, you dolt?”
I suppress a moan, my thighs shaking. “O-oh, force of ha-ah-habit!” My teeth dig into my lower lip as Dom’s strokes become faster.
“You shouldn’t lock it after a head injury, brainiac!” Char laughs loudly. “I might have to come break it down!”
“I-I’ll be right out!” My fingers flex against the tiles as Dom pinches my nipple hard. “Don’t worry about me!”
“Right you are, I’ll put the kettle on!” Char’s footsteps are joined by the scratching of Tank’s claws against the wood floor, and there’s a loud sniff as he presses his nose to the small gap under the bathroom door.
But I can’t think about all that as my legs shake and my breathing catches, my orgasm barreling through me and clenching hard around Dominic’s cock.
I bite back a moan, pressing a fist to my mouth and squeezing my eyes shut.
He fucks me hard, right through my orgasm, forcing himself back inside me over and over until he comes with a sharp groan against my shoulder.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, and slumps against my back.
“You’re a bad man,” I whisper, and he chuckles. “Oh yeah, you laugh. It’s so bloody funny.”
“Come on, that was fun.” He nips at my earlobe, withdrawing from me gently.
“How’s this for fun?” I turn around on wobbly legs to glare up at him. “How the fuck am I supposed to get you out of here?”
Dom smiles at me and kisses the tip of my nose. “You go and distract her. I’ll sneak out.”
“Tank will have your ruse up in ten seconds.”
He mulls this over for a second. “Alright, you go distract her, and I’ll act like I was asleep in the front room.”
With a frustrated grunt I quickly clean myself up, then step out of the water and wrap myself in a towel. I hand the other one to Dominic as he shuts off the water, carefully opening the door to the bathroom to make sure Char isn’t waiting there with a knowing grin on her face.
She’s chatting with Tank in the kitchen, the kettle is humming away as it comes to a boil. I look over my shoulder to see Dom hurriedly drying off, and slip out of the bathroom.
“There she is,” Char says brightly as I walk into the kitchen. “How’s the head?”
“Oh it’s fine, just fine.” I wave my hand dismissively.
“That patch got a bit wet, might need changing.” Char gestures to the bedroom. “Go on and get yourself dressed, and I’ll do it while our tea cools off.”
“Sure thing.” I head across the sitting room to the bedroom door, Tank following me closely. I close the door behind me, something I would never normally do around Char, but at least this way Tank won’t go racing down the hallway and give Dom away.
I slather myself in lotion and peel away the soaked patch over my stitches, gently patting them dry. Once I’m dressed in loose pants and a tank top, I go back out into the kitchen, where Char is waiting with the little bag the doctor gave us, poring over the instructions.
“Dominic still not here?” Char asks, still frowning at the paper in her hand.
I swallow hard and perch on a stool. “No he is. Yeah, he’s asleep in the front room. He came over not long after we went to bed.”
“And?” She lifts her eyes to mine questioningly. “Did he beat the shit out of Paulie Hardcastle?”
“Let’s just say he warned him off. Hopefully he won’t be bothering me again.”
“Well, that’s all we want.” She stirs a spoon of sugar into my tea and slides it across the counter to me. “You sure you’re alright? With Archie being back and all that nonsense?”
I nod, taking a sip of my too-hot tea just to avoid answering, burning my tongue like an idiot. I feel like Dom just fucked any last signs of Archie out of me, and I can’t very well say that to Char right now.
“I’ll be glad to be done with him. That was all enough drama for me.”
Char wrinkles her nose, cradling her cup in her hands. “What do you think he’s going to do? With the club and all?”
“He’s going to walk in there tomorrow like nothing happened, just like he did here.”
“Do you really think so?” Char pulls a face. “You think he’d be that brazen?”
“Of course.” I warm my hands on the cup and shrug. “He’s come back expecting everyone to be thrilled, just because he’s Archie fucking Graves. He’s going to waltz into that club tomorrow, and act like he’s doing them all a favour by being back.”
Char snorts. “I don’t think that’s going to fly with Barry, and it sure as hell won’t fly with Dom.”
“No.” I shake my head slowly. “But I don’t think Archie’s prepared for the fact that for the first time in his life, there’ll be consequences.”