Page 34 of Always You
My breath catches as he trails his fingers across my inner thigh and then moves between my legs. His thrusts leave me dizzy and overwhelmed as I throw my head back in ecstasy.
“I dying to taste you, God, Mila,” he rasps lustfully, as his fingers thrust heavenly.
My throat is dry and hoarse from the liquor. A small moan vibrates in my throat. His mouth is so close I can feel his hot breath in between my legs. Suddenly the car door jerks open. Brian’s yanked out.
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MILA
“What the fuck!” Brian shouts.
Dominic’s eyes darken with rage.
“Put your damn jeans on, Mila,” Dominic commands in a lethal roar that vibrates from his chest, which causes the car window to tremble.
Jerking my jeans back on, and sliding my sandals on, I jump out of the Jeep.
“Who in the fuck is this, Mila?” Brian shouts.
Swallowing the large lump in my throat, I don’t know why I feel like I did something wrong when he’s the one with a fiancée and the one who played dead for five years. Dominic clenches his fists and his jaw quivers with rage. I’m about to answer Brian when Dominic’s husky voice sneers.
“I’m Dante’s father, surfer boy.” A sneer of empty laughter flickers over his curled lips. “You think you can finger fuck my girl and get her off with your spindly fingers? Only I know how to work her body, where to touch her, how to get her to cry out in pleasure. Only I know where to hit all her right spots. Don’t I, baby?”
My girl.
He strides up to me, and I lick my lips nervously. Dominic’s jaw is locked tight, and I can’t help but admire his muscular physique outlined through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. His powerful thighs as he moves closer. He looks jealous and angry, but so attractive that it almost takes my breath away.
Snap out of it, Mila, you have a boyfriend, and he has a fiancée.My mind is in a haze. Why in the hell is he here?
“You’re drunk, Angel.” It’s more of a statement than a question. He turns to Brian.
“Asshole, she’s drunk and you’re trying to fuck her. Taking advantage of her. Get the hell out of here, Ken.”
Who in the fuck is Ken?
“Dominic, what are you doing here?”
Brian steps closer to me—Dominic steps in front of him.
“I said, get the fuck out of here.” His voice is lethal.
“Dominic, you need to go, and he wasn’t taking advantage of me, he’s my boyfriend.”
He balls his fist. “I’ll leave once he leaves; you could have fooled me, Mila, you were getting finger fucked in the backseat of a car—drunk.”
I straighten out the strands of hair lacing on my forehead as the wind picks up. I know if I don’t have Brian leave, Dominic will make an even bigger scene. It’s late.
“I’ll be okay, Brian, you can go.” I see the hurt reflecting off of him.
“Are you sure?” His stare bores into Dominic as if they’re fighting for dominance.
They might as well pee on the tire marking their territory.
“Yeah, I’m sure, goodnight. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
He nods, wrapping his arms around me to place a kiss on my lips.
An animalistic growl vibrates the quiet night behind us. Brian gets into his car and drives away.
