Page 92 of Force Play

“They will.” He huffs out a breath. “And I’d like you to meet them.”

My feet stop moving, rooting themselves to the ground like the wildflowers around us. Next to me Dom’s arm is yanked forward as Ronnie keeps moving, completely unaware of the significance of the moment or that her owner is no longer moving.

“But what if—”

“No what ifs. They are dying to meet you. In fact, they’ve asked every time we’ve talked in the last few weeks.”

Nervous laughter bubbles out of me. Given the events that transpired that night in the car, I have to ask, “Details?”

“Just that I want my own version of what he has with my mom and that I was still very hung up on the one that got away. He reminded me that the best things are the ones you have to work for and he was right.”

“So sweet details?”

“Did you really think I would tell him anything else?”

“Just checking.”

“If it makes you feel better, my parents don’t know anything about what happened that first night. Not the picture in the club, or that Dean had it buried.”

I swallow roughly, letting my eyes flutter shut and soaking up the memories that flash through my mind of that night. Me in his lap, my skirt bunched up around my hips, soft sensual music pumping through the interior of the car, his hand gripping my hip as he helped guide me over him.

When my eyes open, Dom is right there, staring down at me with a wicked glint in his eyes that tells me it’s not the mountain lions I should be afraid of. If anything is going to eat me alive, it’ll be him. Not surprising, the man lives to eat and I’m his favorite meal.

Slowly, he steps us backward off the trail until my back is pressed against the rough bark of a tree trunk. “You can’t bite your lip like that out here.”

“My lip?” Old me would be embarrassed by how breathy and desperate I sound for him. New me is just accepting that this is who I am now.

“Yeah, Baby. You were biting your lip.”

“I hadn’t noticed,” I comment, struggling to focus with his hard muscles under my fingers and his thigh pressed between my legs.

“Were you thinking about how good it felt when I made you come after you played cat and mouse with me all night, pretending that I wasn’t exactly what you wanted? What you needed.”

“Yes.” No point in lying. It’s exactly what I was thinking of.

“That night is etched in my memory. Everything before then is hazy and everything after—technicolor. Even the time apart because I knew I was coming for you. You gave me a glimpse of something I’ve always craved and it was no longer just a fleeting feeling but a tangible, real thing. A person—my person. My future.”

The night was magic, and I’m not talking about the stars he made me see on the ride home—or several times after—but the in-between. Being up all night, fighting sleep, because you want to soak up every second of time you have with that person. The flowing conversation, the seamless way we just fell into each other. You hear about it all the time in movies or books, but I’ve never found that with anyone else and doubt I ever will.

“You’re sure it’s not just because you were feeling cocky about showing Dean everything he was missing?” I tease, my hands smoothing up the hard planes of his chest.

“Definitely a highlight, but no.” Heat and admiration swirl together in his eyes.

“And it wasn’t how you settled me over your lap once the driver pulled out of the club parking lot and whispered in my ear, ‘You wanted to play games, give him a show he’ll never forget.’”

His throat bobs as he swallows when my lips graze the side of his neck. “It wasn’t that, or the way you pinned your knees on either side of my thighs and looked over your shoulder at him as you started rocking your hips.”

“You did not like that,” I comment, and his chest vibrates against me. The roughness of the tree bites into my skin as he crushes his body to mine.

“And I still don’t like it,” he practically growls at me, his hand finding the side of my neck and tilting my head back. “You’ve got a thing for being watched? Is that why you’re baiting me out here where anyone could find us?”

“Not for being watched, but for driving you crazy.”

“That you do. Are you going to call out my name when I roll my hard cock over your clit until you’re panting in my ear, telling me you’re mine, just like you did then?”

A branch cracks somewhere nearby, causing Ronnie to shoot up from where she’s sitting at Dom’s feet and ending our charged stroll down memory lane. It’s probably a good thing considering it felt like we were dangerously close to saying things that I’m not certain either of us are ready for.

“Come on, Firecracker, you’re not getting it on the trail where anyone could see what’s mine.”

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