Thirty-Seven | Dom
Thirty-Seven
Dom
My jaw hurt from how hard I clenched it as I stared at the photo on Keith’s screen.
There was no doubt that it was Lauren’s lifeless body in the picture. Even with the bloody face and bruises that made her almost unidentifiable, I knew my sister.
Keith and Jo talked for a few minutes, but I tuned them out as I sat at the small table in our room and rocked back and forth with my hands fisted in front of me.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get over the realization that I had been too late in saving her. She had reached out to me for help, but I hadn’t been quick enough.
A few minutes later, I heard the door close and then felt Jo’s hand as she rested it on my shoulder. I couldn’t allow myself to look up at her because I knew that if I did, I would fall apart.
She would see the weakness overtaking me, because I felt like the world’s biggest failure for not saving my sister. I clenched my fists tighter, trying to force the emotions away before she could see them.
“Dom,” she said, speaking my name so softly that I barely heard it.
I shook my head, pressing my lips together so hard that I hoped the pain would keep the tears from falling. My body trembled as she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me, forcing the wells to break as a loud sob escaped me.
“It’s not your fault,” she whispered, continuing to hold me as I fell apart in her arms. “Tray is a piece of shit and deserves everything that is coming to him.”
I leaned back slightly and looked up at her, finding comfort in her words because she was right.
He would deserve everything that was coming to him. I would make sure the asshole paid for everything he did to Jo and for everything that happened to Lauren.
*******
Hours passed as Jo and I hung out in the room, watching movies while cuddled up in bed. I couldn’t tell you what any of them were about because my mind was fixated on Tray and making him pay for what he did. The need to get revenge on him was so overwhelming that it felt like I was drowning in it.
I wanted to leave and head back to Nowhere to look for Tray and his men, but Keith was right when he said the best thing we could do was stay put at the hotel while his team tried to locate them instead.
By having us confined to the hotel room, we were safe and had a handful of agents who were keeping an eye out to make sure we didn’t get any surprise visitors.
When the movie ended, Jo got up and stretched slowly, making sure not to hurt herself.
Dr. Foster confirmed her wound was healing nicely when she stopped by earlier to check on Jo and drop off some snacks and drinks.
I knew that rest was best for her while she was recovering, but I could tell we were both struggling with sitting idle all day.
“I can’t sit in that bed a moment longer,” she said, appearing to read my mind.
“Same. I think my ass is now permanently imprinted on it.” I groaned as I stood up, my body hurting from being inactive for so long.
“I know we’re not supposed to leave the room,” Jo started, watching me with curiosity as I walked over to the window and peered out through the sheer curtains. We were up on the top floor with a gorgeous view of the mountains.
“Which is exactly why we’re not going to leave the room,” I said, turning to face her with my arms folded over my chest.
I had already lost Lauren; I wasn’t about to risk losing Jo as well.
She tipped her head back and whined in frustration.
“You just said it yourself that you couldn’t sit in that bed any longer either,” she countered, pinning me with a glare that made my cock twitch.
I loved all versions of Jo, but seeing her get pissed off like this did something unexplainable to me.
“True,” I replied slowly. “But I didn’t say anything about leaving the hotel room. It’s not safe, and we both know that.”
“Okay, then what do you suggest we do?” She extended her arms in front of her as she stared at me. “Please tell me how you plan to entertain us without something that requires us to sit in bed and watch TV.”
I licked my lips, letting my eyes slowly rake up and down her body so she got the message. Her cheeks flushed with color as she started to grin before forcing it away.
“Still involves the bed,” she said, this time her voice more teasing than menacing.
“Says who?”
I walked across the small distance between us and stood in front of her, loving the way her chest rose and fell. Her breathing changed the closer I got, and when I trailed a finger down her good arm, a soft gasp escaped her lips.
“There are plenty of places I can fuck you in this room that don’t include the bed,” I said slowly, allowing my voice to drop the way I knew she liked.
“Is that so?” She cocked her head to the side and watched me as I nodded and let out a heavy breath. “Like where?”
I reached down and lifted her until her legs wrapped around my waist, gripping her ass in my hands. I walked the few steps over to the table and set her on it, making sure it was sturdy before letting go.
“Like this table that I plan to eat you on,” I murmured, nuzzling her neck as I kissed it. She moaned and tilted her head, allowing me access as I slowly lifted her shirt up and over her head, making sure not to hurt her in the process.
I tossed it to the floor, pleasantly surprised when I found she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her tits hung heavily as her nipples puckered in the cool air. I leaned forward and pulled one into my mouth, sucking greedily as she dug her nails into my hair.
I released it and then took my time with the other one while she moaned and reached her hand down between us to rub my cock through my pants.
It had been long enough since I’d been inside of Jo that I didn’t want to delay it any further, but we also had the gift of time, which meant I had the opportunity to worship her body the way I wanted to.
She hissed as I gently nipped her nipple, tugging it with my teeth before freeing it as I stepped away.
Her face was flushed with color as she stared at me with desire that matched my own.
I helped her lie back on the table before removing her sweatpants and panties, leaving her completely exposed on the table.
I grabbed the chair and pulled it around before sitting down between her legs. She lifted her head and looked down at me, a wicked smile on her lips as she spread her legs further, letting her knees fall to the sides.
I licked my lips and leaned in, taking my time as I swiped my tongue along her seam, loving the noises she made. My hands gripped her thighs gently, keeping them in place as I worked my tongue through her part and then flicked her clit a few times before sucking it.
“Fuck,” she hissed, arching her back off the table as she reached down and held my head right where she wanted it. “You’re so fucking good at that.”
A soft chuckle rumbled through me as I let go of her thighs, rubbing my hands along the smooth skin before sliding a finger inside of her pussy. I continued sucking her clit while I inserted another finger, thoroughly enjoying the way she tightened around me.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I said softly as I looked up at her while my fingers maintained the rhythm she enjoyed. “How many times do you think I can make you come?”
“None if you don’t stop talking and focus on what you’re doing,” she shot back, her voice wavering enough to tell me she was getting close and was afraid of her orgasm disappearing before she could enjoy it.
I made a mental note to circle back to that with her later because as long as she was with me, she would never have to worry about that.
I didn’t care if it took hours to get her off, I would put in the work every time to make sure she came—and not just a basic orgasm— I wanted her to come so good that my face would forever be ingrained in her brain when she thought about coming.
I leaned forward, pulling her clit into my mouth again as my fingers worked her G-Spot. She whimpered and tried to pull away when I hit the spot that I knew would send her over the edge. But instead of backing off like she wanted me to, I sucked harder and worked that spot the way she needed me to.
“Fuck! Dom! I can’t—” she panted, trying to lift herself off the table. “It’s too much—I’m going to—”
I grinned, knowing the second her climax hit her because she stopped talking and let out the most primal moan I had ever heard as her pussy spasmed around me and a rush of fluid soaked my hand.