Page 84 of Finish Line

Mav blushes before walking over to us, still in his hula skirt and coconut bra.

By the end of the luau, we’re exhausted.

We return to the cars, and I lean on Dom’s shoulder.

We pile into the car, and as we drive home, I struggle to stay awake, all the delicious food and excitement catching up with me.

As we enter the house, we split off to go to our separate rooms.

I reach out and grab Dom’s hand. “Will you stay with me tonight?” I ask him before I remember his reaction to that question last night, and uncertainty fills me. “I mean, if you’re okay with that. If not, that’s fine. You don’t have to.”

“I’d love to, Firefly,” he says.

We walk into my room, and once I finish undressing, I crawl into bed. Dom changes, and my insides flutter with arousal.

Dom climbs in bed, flicking off the lamp on the nightstand and grabbing my hand. “Good night.”

I lie next to him for a few minutes, disappointed as I listen to his breathing deepen. Finally, after a little while, I drift off to sleep.

I wake up in the morning to something hard pressed against my ass. During the night, Dom made himself into the big spoon, and I curl up in his arms. As I do, a wicked thought pops into my head.

I move out of his arms, and he rolls onto his back, one arm thrown over his head, the other resting on his stomach. I move down his body and take his hard dick out of the hole in his boxers. I lick from the base of his cock to the tip, causing it to twitch in my soft grip. Taking the tip in my mouth, I run my tongue around his cock head, then sink down his shaft, taking him to the back of my throat.

Dom moans and thrusts up, making me gag a bit. The sheet lifts, and Dom peeks under it.

“What are you doing?” he asks, a note of strain in his voice.

I take his dick out of my mouth. “If you don’t know what I’m doing, then I’m doing it wrong.”

Dom’s brow wrinkles. “Oh, you’re not doing it wrong. I’m wondering why?”

“Because I want to.” My heart stutters. “Do you not want this?”

Dom’s gaze softens. “No.”

I go to move away, but he slips his hand down my cheek, halting my movement.

“That’s not it at all, Firefly. I don’t want you doing something that might make you uncomfortable or cause flashbacks.”

Loving him more, I smirk before I take him back in my mouth. Dom drops his head back to his pillow, a groan rumbling up through his chest, imitating the grizzly bear I nicknamed him after.

I alternate between sucking and running my tongue up and down his cock. He takes my hair in his grip and begins thrusting in my mouth, fucking my face. I loosen my jaw and relax my throat, allowing him to slip in deeper.

“Shelby,” Dom moans my name, his pace picking up.

His cock swells, and he spills himself down my throat.

I crawl up his chest, wiping the corner of my mouth. “Good morning, Grizzly.”

“Yep, it sure is.” He stretches.

I chuckle as I lie down and rest my head on his chest.

He pulls me close to him. “Are you sure you’re ready to come home?”

I lift my head, the insecure part of me worried he doesn’t want me around. “Do you not want me to come home?”

“It’s not that,” Dom says. “It’s…” He takes a deep breath. “You’re safe here. If you come back home, he can reach to you.” His forehead creases with worry.

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