Chapter Seven #2
Frustrated, I grabbed my keys, and sloshing through the deep puddles, began the long trek home.
I lived on the opposite side of Appleton Falls from Jet, and with the rain pouring nonstop, I had no idea how long it would take me to walk home.
My sneakers were soaked through, and my T-shirt and pants lay plastered to my body.
I tucked my chin to my chest and trudged on.
Headlights swept across the road, and I jumped aside when the spray of water drenched me from waist to ankles.
I turned to flip off the driver, and a glimpse of the license plate told me it was Dominic. Furious, I stomped over to him.
“What the fuck did you splash me for?”
He glared back. “What the fuck are you doing on the road in this weather?”
“A tree fell on my car and I couldn’t move it, so I left it up the road.
I’m walking home—what the hell does it look like I’m doing?
” I turned, and with as much dignity as I could, strode away.
“Asshole,” I muttered to myself. I could hear the car behind me but ignored him.
Starr swung around, drenching me again, and pulled up in front of me, cutting off my path.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I yelled.
“Get in the car.”
“No.” Did I sound like a petulant child? Probably, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of saving me.
“Stop being a dick and get in.”
Lightning zigzagged across the sky, and I jumped at the giant boom of thunder that followed. It was the biggest one yet, so I swallowed what little pride someone could have looking like a bedraggled mess and hopped into his car.
As he drove away, I recognized that we weren’t on the road to my house. “Uh, Starr, I live in the other direction.”
“I know. But I just bought ice cream. I don’t want it to melt, so we’ll go to my place first so I can put it in the freezer.”
“Oh.”
He pulled into his garage, and I climbed out of his car, water streaming from my clothes and hair. “I should stay out here so I don’t ruin your floors. I’m completely soaked.”
Chilly blue eyes traveled over me, and I felt exposed…naked. “I have clothes you can change into. Come in. It’s fine.”
I kicked off my sodden sneakers.
He put the ice cream in the freezer, then motioned for me. “Follow me.”
I bit the inside of my cheek to stem the tide of nerves. “You can just bring the clothes out here.”
“You want to get naked in my living room?”
My cheeks heated. When he said it like that… “Fine. Whatever.”
I trailed behind him to his bedroom and watched as he withdrew a tee and athletic shorts from the dresser. He handed them to me. “Here.”
I took them and waited for him to leave, but he stayed and raised a brow. My heart slammed in hard, almost painful beats. “Do you expect me to change with you standing right there?”
He pulled off his T-shirt. “It’s not like we haven’t gotten undressed in front of each other at the station. I’m wet too, and there’s nothing worse than standing around in wet jeans. I hate it.”
A broad and muscular chest, rock-hard abs from the gym…
Dominic Starr’s body was a testament to the intense workouts he’d always boasted of.
I also noticed the dark hair sprinkled across his chest, which formed a fine line that disappeared into the waistband of his jeans.
He popped the button tab, and I decided two could play this game.
If he had no trouble getting naked, I didn’t either.
I took off my T-shirt and stepped out of my jeans. There was no way to hide the semi in my briefs, and I noticed Dominic was half-hard as well. We stood there, staring at each other, my heart thundering. Dominic was pale, his eyes glittering blue chips of ice.
“You want some help with that?” My brain was numb to the fact that I was asking Dominic Starr to get naked for me.
“Depends on what you’re offering.” He moved closer, and when I was within reach, I pulled the band of his black briefs down past the V of his hips until they fell to his ankles. His hand splayed on my stomach, and I froze, meeting his hot gaze.
“No fair for only me to be the one always showing it off.” He teased his fingers across my quivering belly, and damned if I didn’t stiffen to full readiness.
“O-okay,” I stuttered and peeled off my briefs, both of us stark naked now. I heard his sharp intake of breath.
“Damn,” he murmured, and his husky voice flowed over me like a caress. “Emmy?” he whispered.
That once hated nickname now set my heart pounding, and I nodded, not knowing the question yet ready to give him whatever he asked for. He took me into his big palm, and a broken sound slipped from my lips.
“Starr…” I couldn’t trust my trembling legs to hold me, so I held on to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. As if I’d been doing this all my life, my hips rolled and I thrust into his hot grip. “Starr,” I moaned, snapping faster into his firm grasp.
“Oh, yeah. That’s it. Emmy, fuck.” Dominic’s encouragement and his handling of my sensitive dick sent me spiraling to an unknown place of passion I’d only dreamed of. “Give it up to me. I need it.”
Those words, ones I’d secretly wanted to hear for years, pushed me past the edge, and with a cry I exploded, spurting all over his hand and belly. I slumped against him, my teeth scoring the skin at his neck, and he held me close. I could feel the ridge of his thick cock between us.
“Let me touch you?” I remained shaky in the aftermath of my climax. “I’ve been waiting for ten years to do it.”
He nodded, and I held him. I finally had my hands on Dominic Starr’s dick. I worked him from the tip of the wide, smooth head to the root, where wiry black hair curled. His shaft was hot and velvety, yet steely-strong. Sticky precome trickled from the slit, and I used it to ease the slide.
“Ohh, Emmy, God please. Fuck, please.” His head fell forward, and his hips snapped.
Emboldened by his pleading, I had one hand on his hard waist while the other rubbed his heavy shaft.
The louder he begged me, the faster I worked, until he grabbed me and thrust, sending his come splattering everywhere.
I grabbed his ass, slamming us together.
The rapid pounding of his heart matched mine, and I closed my eyes, wishing we could stay like this. Dominic’s lips found my ear, and I shivered.
“Shower with me?”
My dick twitched. “Mmm, ’kay.”
“Emmy?”
“Yeah?”
I found myself rubbing my cheek against his in complete contentment. What the fuck? I tipped my head to look up at him. I was six feet, but Dominic still had about two inches on me.
“You don’t need to go home tonight if you don’t want to.” That normally cool gaze blazed, and my heart kicked up its rhythm.
“I-I guess. If you don’t feel like going out in the rain. I’d hate for your car to get totaled like mine.”
He nodded. “Thanks for being so considerate.” He traced the ink on my arms with his fingertips. “These are pretty hot.”
My lips kicked up. “So I’ve been told.” My chest itched, and I grimaced. “About that shower?”
He stepped away. “Let’s go. Then we can talk.”
Shit. The way Dominic played everything so close to the vest, I had no idea what the hell he planned to say.