Page 62 of Off Balance

Dom growls, a primal sound ripping from this throat that makes me feel dangerous and desperate. Cum shoots from his cock, hitting my chest and stomach in hot, sticky streams. My softening cock slips from his grasp, and he sits up higher on his knees, hovering over me. He pumps his cock, draining the last spurts of his orgasm all over my skin.

"You do belong to me, Cam. You're mine now, and I'll mark you every day until you realize that."

Pretty words said in the heat of the moment, but I still close my eyes and pretend I believe them. Dom presses a hand to our combined mess pooled on my stomach, smearing it up my chest until his hand is loosely wrapped around my throat. He holds me down, bringing his face level to mine again.

"Don't close your eyes, little dancer. We aren't done here."

Breath catches in my lungs, and I struggle to think clearly, much less force coherent words. I need to get up from this bed. To get out of this apartment, this building. Before anyone sees me. Before I can say or do something even more reckless.

I've barely opened my mouth to stutter out a response when someone pounds on the door. Dom startles up, fumbling off the bed. My eyes fly open wide as my stepdad's voice booms from the other side of the door.

"Dom! You in there?!"

Dom curses under his breath, scrambling to wipe the cum from his hands and stomach before running to a basket of folded, clean laundry. He tosses me a pair of black skinny jeans and a sheer button down, my clothes from the party. A pair of my socks and underwear fall on top of the pile. I use another part of the sheet to clean myself off as well as I can, knowing there will be dried cum all over me if I don't get a shower soon.

Dwayne pounds on the door again, and then I hear the unmistakable sound of a key in the door just as I'm pulling on my briefs. Fuck! I look around at the disheveled tangle of sheets. It's obvious what was happening in here.

Dom seems to make the same realization I do, darting his eyes around before grabbing a discarded comforter and throwing it over the worst of it. "It'll be alright. We'll talk to him," he assures me.

Nope. That's not what's going to happen at all. Not if I have any say in it.

"Dom! Wake up man, we've got to?—"

Before Dwayne can step fully through the door, I drop back onto the bed and cover myself with the blanket, curling into myself so that I hopefully just look like an extra pillow or pile of laundry.

"What the—" Dom huffs, then throws another blanket over me.

"The hell happened in here?" Dwayne says as he steps fully into the room. His steps move into the kitchen, and I pray that he doesn't look too closely at the pile of blankets on the bed. "Are you—" his voice lowers. "You have company? Today?"

Dom doesn't answer. My heart is beating so hard, I'm positive Dwayne can hear it from where he is.

"I see I've interrupted something. Guess now I know why you weren't answering your phone," Dwayne says awkwardly.

"Was there a reason you barged in like this at zero-dark-thirty?"

Dwayne sighs heavily. "You've got a weigh-in this morning. They need us there in twenty, so throw on some clothes and say goodbye to your lady friend. The side entrance will lock behind her when she leaves."

Damn, I've never heard Dwayne be so snippy. He's either really irritated that Dom clearly forgot about the weigh-in, or for some reason he's pissed off that Dom brought someone back here. He sounds exasperated. Does that mean Dom does this a lot? I'm not sure how I feel about that. Even though I'm the one that threw myself under the covers, I'm suddenly feeling very dirty about it. I pull the blankets up higher, not realizing until cooler air hits my toes that I've overcompensated. The bed dips, and Dom's hand rests over my foot.

"Got it, Dwayne. You can go now."

"We've got to be on the road, Dom."

"I heard you. Give me two minutes."

"One."

"Fine. Just get the fuck out."

Dwayne's heavy footsteps and the door slamming are the last things I hear before Dom is hovering above me, tugging the blanket down to reveal my eyes. The look of amusement on his face would be endearing if I didn't almost just have a heart attack. Jesus, if Dwayne was pissed about Dom having a girl over, how would he react to finding out it's actually me?

"I better go before he starts making me take tap dancing on top of everything else," he says, chuckling at my wide-eyed incredulity.How is he so calm right now?He bends down and kisses my forehead, then my eyelids, and nose, peppering me with affection as he gradually uncovers the rest of my flaming red face. "Shower," he says between kisses. "Eat something." His kisses reach my mouth, and he deepens the kiss for one swift swipe of his tongue against mine. "There's an extra toothbrush under the sink. You need it."

I gasp and push him off me. "You didn't just say that!"

He laughs and wrestles me back, holding my face by the chin so I can't escape his kiss. "I don't mind it."

Dom stands and pulls me up with him. The sheets and blankets fall off me as I let him pull me into a tight bear hug. "We'll talk later?"

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