Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
SERENA
“ A re you absolutely sure you’re okay with staying?"
I’m standing in the kitchen watching Mrs. G make some tea for her and Mom instead of finishing packing my things for my weekend away with Dom. He’ll be here any minute, but I’m starting to feel guilty about saddling Mrs. G with Mom-sitting duty for an entire weekend. Especially since she’s spent so much time taking care of her sister lately.
“Child, if you don’t finish packing your bag, I will send you out that door with only the clothes on your back. Laura and I will be just fine. I rented that Magic Mike movie from the Redbox to keep us entertained. Go on now; get out of here.” Mrs. G shoos me out of the kitchen, and I retreat upstairs to my bedroom desperately wishing I could erase the mental image of her and my mom watching the movie about male strippers from my mind.
I’m busy frantically tossing clothes into my weekend bag when Dom strolls through my bedroom door, looking delicious in a black t-shirt under a red and black flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing his muscular forearms. His dark hair is glistening from the rain, and I find myself distracted by the one lone drop of water rolling down the side of his face. I was so distracted by panicking over what to pack I didn’t hear him arrive. Or realize it was raining out.
“Kitten, you’re not packed. I told you to be ready to go at 3:00 p.m. sharp. Am I going to have to smack that plump ass of yours to get you to listen?” Dom’s stern tone sends shivers through me as he tugs me into his body, crushing his mouth against mine in one of his demanding, panty-destroying kisses. As he pulls back, he nips at my lower lip playfully.
“I’m sorry, sir. I promise I’ll be a good girl and listen better next time.” I flash him a coy smile as I return to packing my bag. Dominick surprises me by reaching into my bag and pulling out my clothes, discarding them on the floor one by one.
“You won’t need this…or this…or these…” He drops my pajamas, favorite leggings, extra sweatshirt, and most of my panties on the floor. (Okay, maybe I didn’t need five pairs of panties for one weekend trip, but you never know when you will have a panty emergency.)
“Excuse me? What do you expect me to wear, then?” I narrow my eyes at him in mock annoyance.
“You can still take this.” He holds up the black lace lingerie I had tossed into the bottom of the bag, an impulse purchase I made this afternoon. I had wanted to surprise him with it as a thank you for arranging this trip. Dominick leans in, letting his lips ghost over the shell of my ear, “There won’t be much need for clothes with the plans I have made.” He nips at my earlobe, and I let out a low aroused moan in response.
“Well, since you put it that way, I just need to grab my toiletries and birth control from the bathroom.” Before I can move in that direction, Dominick puts up his hand, stopping me.
“I’ll go get it. Go get your shoes and jacket and I’ll meet you downstairs.” With a firm swat on my ass, Dom sends me downstairs while he rounds up the rest of my things. As I race down the stairs, eager to get our weekend started, I can’t help the love-struck smile frozen on my face. Because that is exactly what I am. Love-struck. I think this will be the weekend I tell him, officially. We’ve danced around the topic, and it’s been implied, but neither of us have officially said those three little words to each other.
Mom and Mrs. G are both standing near the bottom of the stairs, trying and failing miserably at trying to come across as nonchalant about my weekend plans. Their excitement for me is palpable, and I can’t help but be reminded of my senior prom when my parents stood waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs, ready to gush over me in my prom dress. I just have to hope Mom and Mrs. G don’t insist on taking dozens of pictures of me and Dom before letting us leave.
“Can you two please try not to embarrass me in front of my boyfriend?” I hiss while I slip on my favorite fleece-lined boots. Mrs. G eyes grow wide in exaggerated innocence as Mom suppresses a snicker.
“Why, I would never.” Mrs. G holds her hand up to her chest, clutching at her nonexistent pearls. I respond with an eyeroll that earns me a smack upside my head. Dom’s heavy footsteps pounding down the stairs save me from a scolding from Mrs. G.
“Ready, Kitten? We need to head out if we want to beat the weather. I heard this rain is supposed to turn into snow tonight.” That gives me pause, worry about being snowed in at the cabin away from Mom creeping into my mind.
“How much snow are we supposed to get?” I pull out my phone to check the weather, but Dom stops me by stealing my phone.
“It’s only supposed to be an inch or two. We will be fine. I just want to make it up the mountain before the roads get slick.” He turns his attention to Mom and Mrs. G. “Gloria, Laura, have a lovely weekend. We will see you Sunday!” Grabbing my hand in his, Dom tugs me out the front door, not giving me a chance to protest. I look back at Mom and flash an apologetic smile while blowing her a kiss.
“Love you, Mom! I’ll call you later!”
“Bye! Have fun, kids!” Mom makes a catching motion with her hand, happy tears shining in her eyes while Mrs. G stands next to her flapping her hands in a shooing motion, encouraging us to leave.
Once I’m buckled in Dominick’s car, I close my eyes against the sting of tears threatening to fall. It’s been two long years since I’ve been away from Mom and not responsible for taking care of her. I’m overwhelmed with emotion, torn between relief and guilt. Dom must sense the turmoil swirling in my head, because he grabs my chin, turning my head, forcing me to look at him.
“Eyes on me, Kitten. You are not allowed to feel guilty about this. I’m going to take care of you the way you deserve to be taken care of. The only thing I want you to feel for the next two days is spoiled and blissed the fuck out from my cock.”
I blink back the tears and nod.
“What do you say, Kitten?”
“Yes, sir.” With one last salacious smirk, Dominick puts the car into drive, and we head to the mountains for a weekend of bliss.