Chapter 6
“I thought I might find you here.” I bent to push a beer across the table.
“What’s this for?”
“You bought me a beer the night we met, remember?” I slid into the booth, next to Dominick, brushing my ponytail over my shoulder. “Also, you know, the saving my life thing.”
“You mean, in the fight you wouldn’t even have been in if it weren’t for me?” He looked over at me, black eyes sad.
“Is that why you haven’t been in here?”
He’d been avoiding me. I managed to get him to a bar because he refused to go to a hospital, and he’d insisted that I go home, lock the door, and sleep with my phone by my bed. Actually, he suggested a gun, but I didn’t have one of those. And it had been five weeks since I’d seen him. In fact, I’d given up until I saw him slip into the bar near my house, his eyes taking in the Wall Street guy I was chatting up.
The Wall Street guy hadn’t been pleased when I ordered a beer and ghosted out, but I didn’t feel too bad. He’d been kind of a jerk. Something something investments, something something yachts. When Dominick walked in, Wall Street guy was just telling me how he was taking up helicopter flying, like he wanted me to think he was a bad boy or something. I refrained from telling him that I’d done much more badass things than he had in his life.
Like fight werewolves, for instance. Although I wasn’t keen to do that one again.
“Yeah.” Dominick looked up at me. He was twirling the beer between his fingers, looking a bit nervous. It was adorable.
“You know if it hadn’t been me, it would have been some random person off the street, right?” I’d been thinking about it a lot, trying to keep myself from feeling guilty. It was ridiculous to feel guilty for killing someone who’d tried to kill me first, but that didn’t seem to stop me. And when it got really bad, all I could tell myself was that they’d wanted to use someone to distract Dominick, and it just happened to be me. For some reason, that made me feel better.
It seemed to make him feel better, too. He nodded and took a sip of beer.
“So, uh…why’d you come back?” I leaned back in my chair, trying to conceal how nervous I was. My heart was pounding and I held my own beer in a death grip.
It was kind of ridiculous that after a werewolf death match in a parking lot, I could still get all unnerved by flirting. But what can I say? I had a crazy crush. I felt like a high schooler waiting to see if someone wanted to go to prom with me. I couldn’t even look at him.
“I think you know why.”
I swallowed hard. He wasn’t nervous anymore. That voice was like velvet, sliding all over my skin, making my spine tingle. I felt my lips part, and knew I was blushing.
“Do I?”
“Look at me.” He said it mildly enough, but it was definitely a command. He waited until my eyes snapped back to his. “I came to see you.”
That was the sort of polite thing that would normally make me roll my eyes, but this man was far from just polite. There was a promise in those words, and it made me shiver in the best way.
“Oh,” I managed. I couldn’t seem to think of anything to say.
“That is, you know…if you want to see me.”
“Why would I buy you a beer if I didn’t want to see you?” I rejoined.
He grinned, and I melted.
“Come with me.”
I remember him reaching out to take my hand, and the next minute we were in the back of the bar and I was up against a pillar with his teeth at my neck and my fingers slipping inside the waistband of his jeans. The other bar patrons might not have appreciated it, but I couldn’t have cared less. I was wet already, and it was only when his hands came up under my tank top that I had the presence of mind to suggest we go somewhere else.
“I live…” I lost my breath in a little moan when his teeth nipped at my neck “…right upstairs.”
“Do you.” His back arched when I raked my fingers down it. “Is that important?”
I drew back so sharply I nearly banged my head on the pillar. Then I saw the corner of his mouth twitching.
“You are such an ass.”
He laughed, and like hell I was going to let him leave after that. So I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his pants again and pulled him back for another kiss, one hand brushing against that bulge in his pants, my mouth opening under his. I laughed when he groaned against my mouth, and my fingers skimmed over the tip of his cock. I moaned in his ear when his fingers slipped up under my skirt to trail over my panties. I could feel him trying to control himself, and I wasn’t about to let him win that fight, but damn if he wasn’t holding his own.
“Don’t make me beg,” I said in his ear, gasping when his hips pushed against mine.
“No?” He pulled away just long enough to raise an eyebrow at me, and his thumb skimmed across my nipple. “Because that was pretty much my plan?”
I was going to come right in this bar, and if I was going to, then he was going to, too. I bit my lip a little.
“Please?”
That broke him. We were out of the bar in a second, him dragging me behind him, me fumbling for the keys and us tumbling into the apartment. I didn’t check to see if my roommate was home. At that point, I don’t think I remembered I had a roommate.
And I only had time to get his zipper down before he pulled me down onto the bed with him. His fingers pushed my panties aside, playing between my legs while I squirmed and whimpered and finally sank down on his cock, gasping at how wet I was. He gave a groan, fingers digging into my hips, and I rocked against him. His nails dragged down my back and across my ass, and I was riding him like I couldn’t get enough—because I was sure I never would. When his fingers brushed against my clit, I was over the edge in a second, gasping his name and clenching around him.
It was a few moments before I could remember how to breathe, and I heard him laugh; dammit, the tremors weren’t even over and I already wanted more.
“My turn,” he said, that sexy voice making my nipples harden.
He rolled, pinning me onto the bed, those black eyes staring down at me. I could feel him holding himself back. Waiting.
“Please,” I whispered again. I could picture everything I wanted, and the words were on my lips, but when he started moving inside me, slowly, everything went out of my head. I writhed on his cock and begged for more, whimpering as he moved faster, wrapping my legs around his waist and jerking my wrists against his hands. He didn’t even have to try to keep me pinned there, and goddamn if that didn’t make me melt.
By the time he came, I’d been begging him so long that I’d forgotten any word besides please. He knew just what to do to bring me to the edge, and the bastard knew just when to stop, too. He laughed when I whimpered for more, and that laugh made me clench, tangling my legs in his and tilting my hips for more. When at last I felt his pack quicken, the rush of anticipation made me lose my breath.
I had never come that hard in my life. My toes curled, my vision went dark, and I could feel him shuddering while he came, too, sliding into me to the hilt, one hand pushing my leg up over his shoulder. All I wanted was more—to have him deeper inside me, for him to keep fucking me like this. I remember begging him not to stop.
When I finally opened my eyes, his were still closed. He bent his forehead against mine and I could feel the tremors in his arms as he tried to keep himself from collapsing on top of me. Somewhere in all of that, his fingers had intertwined with mine, and I squeezed gently against his hands.
“Mmmm.” It was about all I could manage.
He nodded and rolled off me, collapsing on the bed with a groan.
“Wow.” I propped myself up on one arm to look down at him, and reached out to trace my fingers through the dark hair on his chest. Those muscles. And when they opened, oh my god, those eyes.
He managed a breathless sort of laugh. His chest was still heaving.
“Woman, you will be the death of me.”
“Mm-hmm,” I said, unrepentant. I pillowed my head on his shoulder and felt his arm come around me to hold me close. “But maybe a nap first.”
“A nap,” he agreed. “And then…” His fingers tightened on my skin.
I drifted off to sleep with a smile.
THE END