Chapter Ten
Dominic
I finished cleaning my bedroom and leaned on the dresser. I’d changed the sheets and placed lube and condoms in the drawer. Fresh towels hung in the bathroom, and I’d scrubbed the toilet and shower.
“Who the hell are you?” I muttered to no one but my silly self. I’d brought many women home and never worried about the cleanliness of my bathroom or if my sheets smelled fresh from the wash. Why did I care because it was Emerson?
And yet when the doorbell rang, I ran to answer it, hoping it was the delivery from the grocery store.
“Hey, Deputy Starr, how’re you doing?” Marvin’s grandson, Chip, stood on my porch with two bulging bags in each hand. “Can I bring these inside?”
“Yeah, sure, thanks. Just in the kitchen is fine.”
He set them on the counter, and I handed him a five-dollar bill.
“Wow, thanks. Appreciate it. Have a nice party.” He loped out the door, and I watched his long, lanky frame fold itself into an old Camaro that many guys in my old neighborhood would salivate over.
Party? I laughed as I unpacked the groceries. Mini hot dogs, ice cream, chips, salsa and queso, as well as cold cuts, coleslaw, and corn on the cob. I could see why he thought I’d be having guests. My thought was first that Emerson would be hungry coming off tour, plus we’d work up an appetite.
My gut tightened. Would we be doing the deed tonight? Hell yeah, I’d had some hot-as-fuck dreams about sliding into Emerson’s ass. But what if he wanted to fuck me?
My brain rebelled at the thought, but my dick stiffened to a full salute.
“Easy, boy.” I adjusted myself. “We haven’t kissed or done anything else except jack each other off.
” That didn’t help, as I did a deep dive into imagining what Emerson’s lips would feel like on mine.
Touching a rough, hairy face instead of soft, perfumed skin.
Would he suck me? Would I suck him and swallow? What would it taste like?
I finished putting all the food away. Mystified at the quick turn my life had taken, I stretched out on the couch.
Sure, I’d rubbed one out in the shower—hell, that was what had gotten me in trouble in the first place with Emerson—but I’d never thought about having sex while standing in my kitchen. Not even with a woman.
And no other man drove every coherent thought from my mind, except him. Emerson Kane. I’d been naked next to tons of guys at work and in gym locker rooms and never given them a second thought. I had no desire to touch their dicks.
But from the time I first locked eyes with Emerson across those locker-room showers, he’d captured me in those green depths.
Years later, knowing I had to escape my father’s threats and his web of lies and deceit, following Emerson up here was a choice I’d easily made, yet I’d still kept my distance, unsure about next steps.
There was so much unspoken history between us, way beyond our shower encounters.
What did he remember from that night he’d found me bleeding in my mother’s apartment? Did he know what had gone down, and whom had he told? Did Jet know? The two of them were as close as brothers.
My afternoon chores after a full tour caught up to me, and I yawned and closed my eyes.
**
I awoke to darkness and the bell ringing.
“Just a minute. Jesus.” Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I half stumbled to the door and opened it. “I know you can’t wait to see me, but—”
Fuck. Becker McGill stood before me, solid and unyielding.
“I didn’t want to do it this way, Starr, but you’ve been avoiding me every time we’ve seen each other.”
My heart slammed. “And it’s gonna stay that way. I have nothing to say to you.” I slammed the door, but he stuck his big foot in the way. Panicked, I kicked at it hard, and he cursed and moved. I shoved all my weight behind the door and managed to lock it.
“You’re going to talk to me sometime. I’ll be back.”
Sweat drenched me, and breathing heavily, I kept my body pressed to the door even after I heard the car door slam and the engine roar to life.
I paced the room, working myself up into wild scenarios as to why my father had sent McGill—to shut me up with a bribe, threaten my job, maybe even kill me.
I put nothing past the man and his minions.
Even the retired ones. I knew he had IAB under his thumb.
There was no other way he could’ve remained untouched all these years, even after I’d told them how he’d shown up drunk numerous times, pulled his weapon on me, and continued to stalk my mother.
It didn’t matter if McGill had retired from the force.
He might be lying, but even if he wasn’t, my father was a puppet master, pulling a hundred different strings. One of them could be McGill’s.
The bell rang again, and my heart froze. Had he returned? I debated getting my firearm, when a text popped up on my phone.
Are you there?
It was from Emerson, and I almost choked with relief.
I opened the door and saw him standing there, and I had a wild idea to kiss him but hesitated, then decided to act first and think later.
I grabbed him by the front of the shirt and pulled him into my chest while I slammed the door shut behind him.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, those green eyes wide with curiosity. He’d gotten a bit of sunburn on his face, and the smattering of those golden freckles had darkened on his cheeks.
I studied his face, those full lips, and every cell inside me yearned to discover what they’d feel like on mine. Kissing was so intimate, even more so than touching. But I wanted it…him.
“Nothing,” I answered. “I just realized we’ve been naked but never kissed.”
His cheeks flushed red. “Yeah? And you want to?”
“I’m thinking about it.”
He grasped my nape, tangled his fingers in my hair, and my heart pounded in hard punches. “Fucking do it, Starr. Kiss me. Or are you afraid?”
I knew he was teasing, but I wasn’t in a joking mood.
McGill showing up had blindsided me, but I immediately put him out of my mind.
Having Emerson here, in my arms, was the culmination of years of my muddled brain trying to explain away the attraction between us and failing.
I didn’t want to deny it any longer. This was the moment.
No more excuses.
I dipped my head and touched my lips to his.
It was the most natural thing in the world to slide my arm around his waist to hold him steady while I explored his mouth, and Emerson didn’t remain passive, giving as good as I did.
Our breaths merged, and he twisted my shirt into knots as he sucked my tongue.
A wave of desire hit me, and I bit his full bottom lip. He grunted and nipped at mine. I attacked his neck, sucking and licking while he rolled his hips in a frantic rhythm.
“Fuck, yeah, God, Starr.”
I yanked his T-shirt off, revealing his chest and the full glory of the tattoos running up and down his arms. I rubbed my cheek to the colorful surface of his skin.
You’re like a damn cat, I thought, my mind hazy with lust. I kissed his collarbone, his chest, and tasted his nipples, which beaded to tiny points.
“Oh, fuck.” Arching against me, Emerson panted, his hands clutching my hair, and I licked one reddened tip, then the other, then tweaked them between my fingers. He hissed, pleasure painting a picture across his face.
“You like that? Feels good?”
“Yeah, yeah. Dammit, don’t fucking stop.”
I played with him for another minute, and he shivered under me. His dick tented the soft fabric of his pants, and I had to know. I wanted to feel. Kissing Emerson left more to be desired.
The rest of him.
I tugged his remaining clothes off, and they fell to a pile at his ankles. Brilliant green eyes met mine as I sank to my knees, his hard, flushed cock between us. I touched the head with my fingertip and tasted the sticky liquid.
“Starr,” he whispered as if in awe, and I met his eyes from my crouched position.
“Yeah. It’s me. At last.”
I closed my eyes and ran my tongue over the wet crown. Bitter but not unpleasant. I wanted to know how it would feel in my mouth, and I opened wider and took more of him.
“Jesus, Dominic.” Emerson stroked my head as if he were petting me, and I moved on his hard shaft the way I liked. Apparently he enjoyed it as well, and soon he was moaning nonstop. “Can’t…hold…back,” he gasped.
Hearing Emerson lose himself in pleasure was sexy as fuck, and I used my tongue, lapping and licking his dick like it was a soft-serve cone.
His hips snapped hard, and a blast of hot come shot, filling my mouth and throat.
I coughed and sputtered, swallowing some while spitting out the rest. With a smirk, I wiped my chin.
“Warn a guy first, Emmy, before you drop a load.”
“You’re such a romantic.” He lowered himself to the floor, and to my shock, kissed me, licking my lips free of his sticky release.
“I’ll try to remember.” We kissed some more, lips brushing and tongues touching as we learned the smell and taste of each other.
“This looks pretty sweet too.” A hand crept into my shorts to fondle my aching dick, and soon he had me squirming and thrusting into his fist.
“Emmy, don’t stop. Oh, God.” Unashamed but surprised by my total abandon, I groaned and came with shocking fierceness, falling forward into his arms. He held me tight, burying his lips in my hair, and the peace that had fled after McGill’s visit returned.
I rested my cheek on his shoulder. I was lighter now, as if I’d banished the piece that had been weighing me down with its ugly darkness.
Long fingers played along my spine. “What’s wrong? Something’s happened, hasn’t it?”
Damn Emerson for his insightfulness. As much as I enjoyed teasing him, he possessed damn good instincts. It’s what made him a great deputy.
“I think sucking your dick qualifies as ‘something happened,’ ” I teased, trying my best to be playful. “At least for me it does.”