Page 61 of The Dominator

“What’s this?” I heard in the dark. “Unauthorized sleepwear?”

I jackknifed straight up to sitting. Tommy was on his knees on the bed leaning over me, partly illuminated by the fact that the bathroom light was on.

“You’re here,” I breathed and his lips were on my jaw and then my lips. He took my face in his hands and kissed me long and deep. I put my arms around his neck and he kissed me again and then backed up and then off the bed,

“I need a shower badly, baby. I’ll be back in five. Get naked.”

He backed up and threw his t-shirt over his head onto the floor and was undoing his pants as he headed to the bathroom and closed the door.

I sat there in the dark, heart thumping loudly, and a moment later, without putting any thought into it, I padded to the bathroom, which was already filled with steam.

I took off my pajamas and opened the shower door, stepping in behind him. I guess I had an inkling of how I was feeling after all.

She was here, in the shower with me, voluntarily, happy to see me, her arms around me. I flinched at first as she’d come in so quietly it startled me when I felt her reach around and put both of her arms around my waist. She put her cheek on my back and squeezed.

Seeing her sleeping in my bed when I got home gave me the oddest, most possessive, but yet happy feeling, like the first time I’d come in and found her sleeping in my shirt, but multiple-fold after all that had happened.

Now she’d come to me in the shower. She gave my back a soft kiss. I put my hands on the wall to brace myself because I was a little overwhelmed at that. Then I felt her soaping up my back. I closed my eyes and absorbed it, all of it.

I was never so tired in my life, but I just had to be inside of her, so I turned her around, got her front up against the wet shower wall and drove inside of her so fast and so hard that I saw a flash of shock in her eyes as I spun her and heard her gasp in surprise as I entered her. The sharp intake of breath was just enough to give me a little tiny bit of that rush I wanted, that I needed.

I wanted to take care of him the way he’d taken care of me the other night, because I could see he was exhausted and filthy and I didn’t know if he was traumatized, too.

But now he was trying to consume me; it really felt like that. He was driving into me hard and kissing the back of my neck, holding my hair off to the side. The harder he pushed and grunted, the tighter he pulled at my hair and it wasn’t easy to stay upright in the wet shower. I almost lost my footing and then he caught me and gently took me down to kneeling on the floor of the shower and he got back inside of me from behind and held onto a breast with one hand as he drove in over and over and then reached around and rubbed his middle two fingers around and around my clit.

It was hard on the knees and all I could do was brace my hands against the slippery wall, reaching up to hang onto the built-in soap dish. But, I still went off quickly, feeling that awesome ripple throughout my body.

Barely a moment later, he finished. For a moment we were both on the floor of the shower. He turned me around and then pulled me onto his lap and just held onto me. He was trembling.

I wrapped my arms around him and put my cheek on his head and we stayed sitting on the shower floor like that for a long time before he stopped shaking and pulled us both to standing. He reached up and soaped up his body and I shampooed his hair, up on my tiptoes watching him with his eyes closed and his lips parted as my fingers massaged his scalp. Then, after he got under the water and rinsed off, he grabbed me by the hips and pulled me against him and held me for another few minutes under the shower stream. After what felt like forever, he turned the tap off. We left the shower stall and wrapped ourselves in towels and then he took me by the hand and led me to bed.

I felt like I was too wet to be in bed, but had no choice, really, because he pulled me tight against himself, and I think he fell asleep three seconds after his head hit the pillow. We slept under the blankets still wrapped in wet towels, with sopping wet hair, wrapped around one another.

8

When I’d gotten home at 4:40 AM, my brother was still up, looking like shit and a bit flipped out since I walked into my own house with my gun drawn.

I’d gotten smuggled across the border, taken a multi-leg commercial flight home, and then hopped a cab to my storage unit, grabbed a gun, then cabbed it home and greeted Nino at the front gate with my gun drawn. I had to make sure all was okay at home. He’d let me in and tried to convince me that all was well to get me to put the gun away, but I didn’t until I saw Dario. When I saw my brother sitting at the island in the kitchen, I knew all was okay. For the moment, at least.

I’d wanted no one to know when I’d arrive, what flight I was on, when I was on my way. No one got to know anything until I got there. I wasn’t just being paranoid; I was being smart. Who knew who else in our organization had flipped to the enemy’s side and who would seek retribution for what I’d done at Castillo’s? I’d done the job I needed to do, and it was done so now I could come home to her and to my empire.

If I hadn’t felt like I’d earned this before, which I knew I’d already done, I certainly felt it’d be uncontested now. I saluted him; he put his phone down with a look of relief. I put my gun back into my waistband and I said, “Gotta go to bed, man. Tomorrow, okay?”

He nodded, and smiled. “Welcome home, bro. She’s been anxious for you to get back.”

I’d smiled back and climbed the stairs.

Now it was morning, no hang on, afternoon – I’d slept eleven hours, and I had to brief and debrief some people, including Dare, my father, and then get to work to ensure that our own housekeeping was in order, that there weren’t any other traitors around, and that Tia would be safe. Then there was some business to organize based on new developments down south. I also needed to talk to my PI about Earl.

But, I wasn’t ready to get outta bed – not yet. Not until I felt her body wrapped around me again, her beautiful green eyes looking at me without fear or contempt. I rolled over and surprisingly found her still here beside me, still asleep. I kissed from her collarbone downwards. She opened her legs for me before her eyes even opened, making my groin and my chest ache. She was so fucking perfect and there was no way I’d allow anyone to take her from me again.

What a reunion. And what a morning after. Ho boy; he was all over me, waking me up with his tongue just like that first morning. What a way to wake up! I had a fleeting thought about the fact that he’d eventually want me to reciprocate.

I’d never had a problem doing that with Nick or with the few other guys I’d been with. But now? After what had happened with that guy in Mexico? I didn’t even know his name. I didn’t want to know. I wanted to forget. There was so much I wanted to forget, but so much I didn’t think I could ever put out of my mind completely.

“Baby?” He was looking up at me.

I hadn’t realized it, but I was crying while he was doing that to me. He settled beside me and pulled me to his chest. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

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