Chapter Twenty
Dominic
Dominic looked up from his computer when he heard Corey step onto the front porch. He’d come to her house after practice today. They needed to decide which place they were going to keep, but for now he figured she’d come here, so here is where he wanted to be. He couldn’t help but grin like a crazy person when she walked in the door. He’d missed her today, so fucking much. The bond was complete, but he still hated going too long without seeing her. He’d felt like a piece of him was missing all damn day. She had been so wrapped up with the team that he hadn’t even had a chance to talk to her, let alone touch her.
Corey walked by where he sat. He held out his hand and she low-fived it on her way into the kitchen. “Baby? Everything okay?”
“Yeah, I need a drink. And I need you to drink. We need to talk about one of your players,” she called, her words sounding far away, as if coming from inside the fridge.
She came back into the living room carrying two beers and handed him one. “Which player? Was it Jasper? Did he touch you?” Dominic knew Jasper was a harmless flirt, but he still didn’t want him messing with Corey.
“No, not Jasper. No one touched me, Dom, don’t worry.” She sat down next to him and then thought better of it, got up and started pacing.
“What’s going on, Corey, why are you pacing like that?” He started to sweat a bit, his jealous and protective side going into hyperdrive seeing her fidget and pace. A million scenarios ran through his mind, none of them good. Most were centered on her changing her mind about him, her leaving him, or someone hurting her.
“It’s Jace. I can’t clear him to play.” She stopped moving and faced him, wincing.
His jaw dropped open. “You are telling me you aren’t clearing my starting third baseman to play less than a week before our first game?” She nodded. “Can you at least tell me why?”
“Of course I can tell you why, I was getting to that.” She took a couple sips of her beer and he licked his lips, wishing he was that bottle in her hands. He adjusted his pants when he started to get hard from the thought of her mouth wrapped around his dick.
Would this need to constantly have her ever stop? He shook his head and tried to focus when she started explaining her decision. “I think he is a sociopath, maybe a psychopath? Maybe both. I don’t know. I’m not a psychologist. Look, I know you think he is socially awkward, but he’s not. He is cool and calculated, and never really answers a question directly. There is nothing awkward about this kid. He isn’t shy, he isn’t any of the things you think he is. When he talks about his family, there is no emotion. He never used the word home and when he spoke about his dad, he called him my father.”
“So? Maybe that’s what they call their dad. What’s wrong with that?”
“I met with Jasper first. He called him Dad. Jasper is light, soulful, secure, and compassionate. It’s so obvious that he grew up in a home full of people who love him. Jace, well, he almost seems like a kid who grew up with neither of those things. Except for his self-righteousness. He thinks he is above everyone and everything.” Corey finally sat down. She turned to Dominic and closed her eyes as she said, “He even kind of made it sound like he offed Henderson.”
“What?” He scoffed. “Corey, come on, you think Jace killed Henderson? Why?”
“Apparently Henderson was conducting really weird interviews with the team. Keeping them for hours, asking really strange personal questions. And when I asked Jace about it, he said that Henderson was ‘of no concern anymore.’ It was creepy. Maybe I’m being paranoid, but the kid isn’t okay, Dom. I can’t in good conscience clear him to play. I didn’t tell him though.” She poked him in the chest. “And you can’t either. I need time to figure all this out.” She lowered her voice. “Are you mad? Do you hate me?”
“Of course I’m not mad, baby. I’m a little confused to be honest. I didn’t really see any of this coming.” He rested his hand on her thigh. Pretty much par for the course of this week though, right? He hadn’t seen Corey coming either. When he woke up Monday morning, he never imagined he’d be mated. And it was the bonded male in him that asked the next question. “Do you think he is dangerous?”
“I think he could be.” She pursed her perfect lips and shrugged one shoulder. “I think if he thought he was going to be exposed, he would react. He has carefully constructed this shy gentleman persona. Which is why we can’t let him know I’m questioning it.”
“Look, if it will make you feel better, why don’t we find Henderson? We can ask him why he was interrogating the kids, get his notes, see that he is alive and well, and that my third baseman isn’t a sociopathic murderer. I have a college buddy who is a detective in Denver. I’ll give him a call and see if he can locate Henderson for us.”
“Really?” She sagged in relief. “Thank you, I think that would make me feel much better.”
“Anything for my girl.” Dominic put his arm out toward her, and she took the invitation and finally snuggled up next to him. “Want to ask me your three questions for today? Get your mind off all this evil twin stuff?”
“No. I want you to go call that detective. I’ll make dinner and after we eat I can ask you all about the wolf life.”
“Is that like the thug life?”
“I don’t know, you tell me.” She turned her face up to his and kissed him. “I’m sorry, I should have kissed you right when I walked in the door. Instead I started drinking and ranting about potential murders.”
He kissed her again, deeper that time. The kiss made chills run down his spine and his dick twitch in his shorts. He pulled back to say, “It’s okay, you had a rough day. But you know, you could make it up to me.” He put his mouth back on hers and as he parted her lips with his tongue, she let out a little moan.
She tasted like cold beer and chocolate. He moved his laptop to the side and brought her on top of him, like last night. He peeled her shirt off, exposing her lacy white bra, and bit her neck lightly before licking it to take the sting away. He picked her up then laid her down on the floor, blanketing her body. He moved against her, creating the perfect amount of friction in his pants. Which were suddenly way too tight. She reached between them, undid his top button, and pulled down his zipper. She pushed his shorts off as far as she could reach and then used her feet to get them down the rest of the way. She was panting and as frantic as he was. Apparently he wasn’t the only one feeling the constant need to be close.
She arched against him as her hand grabbed his cock and began to stroke. He returned the favor by shedding her jeans and then they were both naked, making out on the living room rug. Fuck, he needed to be inside her, he’d craved this all day. He trailed his fingertips lightly down her toned stomach, causing goose bumps to erupt all over her soft flesh. He continued down farther and cupped her pussy, testing to see if she was ready for him. And what he found made him groan in anticipation. She was so wet for him. He did that to her and it was such a turn-on. He positioned himself at her entrance and then eased in painfully slow, in case she was sore from last night.
Corey wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in deeper. She didn’t let up until he was buried inside her to the hilt. It was like coming home. Where last night was hard and rough, this was slow and smooth.
He stroked slowly instead of hammering into her. “Baby, you feel so good wrapped around my dick. I can never get enough of you. Fuck, Corey.” He watched her, saw what his words did to her, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. So she liked it a little rough and she liked it when he talked dirty.
Noted.
He continued his deliberate assault. When she met his leisurely thrusts with her own hard ones, he smirked. He knew she wanted him to pump into her, drive home. But he needed her to know that he could make her feel good a hundred different ways. He would make it perfect for her every time. “God, Corey, come for me, baby, like this. Let me make love to you.” And she did. Her release triggered his own, and he pulled out and shot all over her stomach. He stayed like that, looking at her covered in his cum. It was so fucking hot.
Eventually her breathing returned to normal and she opened her eyes to find Dominic staring at her, wearing a smug smile. She looked down and saw what was causing it. “Uh, babe? You mind getting me something to clean up with?”
He shook his head no.
“Seriously? Is this a wolf thing?”
He chuckled. “Honestly? No freaking clue.” His eyes trailed up and down her naked body a few more times, savoring the sight. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
“Don’t move? Where am I going to go? To the neighbors to borrow some sugar?” She let out a loud sigh that he heard all the way in the bathroom. “At least you pulled out this time.”
When Dominic returned holding out a fluffy purple towel, she rolled her eyes. “Dom, sweetheart, could you maybe grab a paper towel? That towel cost more than I want to admit.” He returned her eye roll and took off in the direction of the kitchen.
***
After dinner they sat on the couch watching mindless TV. Corey cooked a delicious meal of fish sticks and mac and cheese. He had no idea how she stayed so thin eating that way. He was going to have to do the cooking around here apparently or they would both die of scurvy. Dom had called his friend at the DPD about an hour ago and he was going to look into Henderson’s whereabouts for them. “Okay. Hit me with your three questions for tonight.”
“Oh fun.” Corey leaned her head back against his chest. “Question number one. Are there other wolves here at the school?”
“Yes.” She watched him, waiting for him to continue. He didn’t.
“Yes? That’s it? I don’t get more answers than that?” Dominic looked at her, eyebrows raised. She needed to learn to ask the right questions. Plus, playing with her and making her all annoyed and huffy was fun. “Who are the other wolves at this school?”
He smiled. “The other baseball coaches, Keller, Linc, and Baze, are all wolves. The dean is one, a few teachers, and most of the kids on the baseball team.” He left it at that, revealing which kids wasn’t his place. Part of the reason their parents sent them here was to keep them off anyone’s radar.
“Shut up. That many wolves, here? Why? Wait, that wasn’t my question. Uh, why are there so many of you here at this particular school?”
Dom chuckled, she was learning fast. He’d give her a good detailed answer this time. “The school was founded in nineteen forty-five by three wealthy shifters who were brothers: Cyprian, Pearson, and Everett Leasing. They started this place as a refuge, a place where young shifters could come and learn about their culture and be mentored by others. That is why the school is now called Saint Leasing. In the shifter world, those three men were loved and respected. Even though they were well off, it’s expensive to run a school like this, so they opened it up to non-shifters too. If you have the money, you can come. The dean of St. Leasing has always and will always be a shifter. The coaches usually are, and it’s tradition that the baseball team is made up of mostly shifters. It sort of happened that way, and now our baseball team is well known in the shifter world. Kids grow up wanting to play here. There are a few teachers who are shifters. It’s not required, but it’s helpful because there are a couple classes that are specifically about shifter culture and history. That was three. We’re done with wolf one-oh-one for tonight.”
“Do the other students, the non-shifters, know about everything?”
“You already asked three.” He went to kiss her lips and she pulled back, giving him a look he could easily interpret after only three days. “Shifters aren’t allowed to tell anyone, so no. At least not while they are students here at St. Leasing. Which is why the shifters tend to stick together around campus.”
Corey covered her mouth, her face growing pale. “Oh my god,” she shouted, “they’re wolves.”
“Is that revelation going to come screaming out of your mouth once a day? It makes me jump every time.”
“No, Dom, the kids. They’re wolves. What if that’s what Henderson was trying to figure out? Maybe he knew about the team and was trying to figure out which kids were shifters. Which boys are shifters? This is important.”
He knew what she was really asking, was Jace a shifter? He debated whether he should tell her. But in the end he relented. “Jace and Jasper are shifters. I’m not telling you whether anyone else is though, their parents would kill me.”
“Babe, Jace is a dangerous kid. Throw in some extra strength and testosterone? There is no telling what he’s capable of. I’m going to talk to the dean tomorrow.”
“The dean? Why?”
“I need to know more about Henderson. Why he hired him, what references he had. I need to figure this out.”
“Corey, you don’t know anything for sure. Henderson could be fine. You still have to get through all the other evaluations so please don’t go off on a wild-goose chase.”
“I know I’m right, Dom. Henderson was trying to hurt those kids. Trying to tell their secret. And like I said before, if Jace thought someone was going to reveal him to the world, he’d retaliate. Henderson wasn’t threatening one secret, he was threatening two.”