Page 25 of Starts With a Bang

“Should you pull over?” I asked.

He wheezed and waved me off. His lips moved, noises came out, and I thought they might be words.

“What?”

He took a deep breath and said, “How did you react?”

“Well, I didn’t join him in the countdown,” I replied. “Somehow in this chaos, I climaxed on command too.”

Dom wheezed some more, and I wished I’d brought a bottle of water for the road.

I pointed to a gas station. “Pull in there. I’ll run in and get you something to drink.”

He gestured to the back seat and I angled my body for a look. He’d brought a large, insulated lunch box with him, so I finessed it forward until I could get a good grip. The thing weighed a ton, and I knew why when I opened the top. Dom had packed enough drinks and snacks to take us across the country and back. I smiled when I saw a few bottles of the winter cranberry Sprite I loved so much. I grabbed one of those and water for Dom before setting the lunchbox between my feet. Twisting the cap off the water, I handed it to Dom. He stopped at a red light and downed half the bottle before setting it in the drink holder. I put his cap back on and enjoyed a few sips of the Sprite.

“And then there was the time I matched with a magician on Grindr,” I said.

Dom lost it again, wheezing out a question in between gasps. “A magician?”

“None of that shit was listed on his profile,” I said.

“Did he pull a rabbit out of a hat?”

“No, but he shouted ‘abracadabra’ when he fished out a condom from his wallet. I got the fuck out of there.”

The light turned green, and Dom visibly pulled himself together.

“And then there was the mortician from the funeral home.”

Dom spluttered and swung the SUV into a shopping center and parked. Tears streamed down his face as he took a long drink of water. He cleared his throat a few times before turning his head in my direction. One glance at my face started the laughing fit all over again, and he averted his gaze. “I can’t look at you right now.”

“I think I said that to my reflection in the mirror when I got home from the date with the mortician,” I said. “The guy reminded me of the tall, gangly character fromThe Addams Family.”

Dom tilted his head back against the rest and laughed deep from his belly. It made me want to shove my hand under his sweater and feel the vibration. “Lurch?”

“Yeah, that’s the one. He didn’t look like Lurch. Just tall and lanky with huge hands. He was hung like a horse, but his dirty talk came out in a funeral director’s voice.”

Dom turned his head and met my gaze. His eyes shimmered like wet emeralds. “Did you…come?”

“Yeah,” I sighed. “Hung like a horse. Great hands. What could I do?

“Then there was the hot ER doctor.” I tsked and shook my head. “Loved to have his frenulum played with.”

“Who doesn’t?” Dom asked.

“This idiot called it his friend-ulum and introduced us.”

Dom howled with laughter until I worried he might be sick. I decided that was enough horror stories for one day and waitedfor him to cycle down. He wiped his tears with the back of his hand and heaved a loud sigh. “Thank you.”

I leaned forward and cupped his face. “I dream of the sounds you make when you come, your scent, the rasp of your belly hair against my skin, and your spunk sliding up and down my dick.” I was getting hard just thinking about it and shifted in my seat.

Dom’s focus dropped to my lap before meeting my gaze again. He leaned in for a quick kiss that made my heart skip a beat. “More of that later. We better get on the road. My mom will worry if we’re late.” He shifted the SUV into Drive and navigated back to the street, but then he surprised me by reaching for my hand. “The sooner we get introductions over, the faster we can get to our room. Where I’ll introduce you to my fr—”

“Nope! Just drive.”

Dom

Sven’s fingers were still entwined with mine when we arrived at the chateau, though he’d fallen asleep an hour ago. I’d reclaimed my hand on multiple occasions to perform driving tasks, but I always seemed to find my way back to him. Every time I reached for Sven, he sighed or performed a slight shimmy in his seat, as if I were falling right into his trap. And did I care if I was? Not really. Sven was the sexiest, smartest, and kindest man I knew. And he wanted me.

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