Page 74 of Always You
“I joined this dating app. I thought I’d give it a shot, and I have a date or hookup, I guess you can say, since I don’t do relationships.”
I frown. I hate that she’s anti-relationships all because of one guy, but who am I to talk?
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The fall breeze shimmers in the air and the crispiness of the leaves, as you walk, has me grinning ear to ear on this gorgeous Halloween morning. Fall is my favorite season. Pumpkin spice, cozy sweaters, cool weather, ah, and Halloween is one of my top favorite holidays. I take the bags from my car which contains the cupcakes I baked the previous night and the treat bags for Dante’s first Halloween party. Also, really good. I dressed Dante as the well-known Spiderman, and I'm Wonder Woman. Fits perfectly with my long, wavy, black hair. I picked up a Superman costume for Dominic. He has no clue, yet the thought of him wearing tight spandex has my mind racing into naughty places.
Mila, get a hold of yourself.I see Father David standing in front of the school at St. Mary’s Catholic School, greeting the kids. Oh, forgive me, Father, I refrain myself from my filthy thoughts. Entering Dante’s class, I realize all the parents are gaping at me. Yeah, maybe I shouldn’t have worn this to school. A Catholic school, may I add.
Dante’s first Halloween is a success. Costume parade, games, and treats. Now time for trick-or-treating at the outdoor shops. It is part of the festival they have every year on the pier. At the studio, Sophie and Daliah will be passing out candy. It’s been years since I’ve been to the festival. Dominic sits on a stool swirling his tongue, licking off the frosting of his cupcake.
My mouth waters at the sight of his pink tongue. A tongue that works magic. His eyes darken as he catches me looking. His lip lifts with a smirk and he winks. Rolling my eyes, I pass by him, swaying my hips as his head spins. He hooks me in his arms.
“Damn, you’re sexy, baby. You look incredible in that Wonder Woman costume, especially your breasts.” He nuzzles in the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent, as the length of his velvet tongue sweeps up and down my collarbone.
“Dominic,” I rasp out; goosebumps, prickling my skin.
“Hmm,” he hums as his tongue works its magic.
“I got you something for tonight.”
His head lifts, missing the warmth of his hot tongue. A bright smile lifts as he takes the bag with his costume. His eyebrows raise questionably as he inspects it. Biting my lip, I try not to laugh as he struggles for words. His mouth opens and closes.
“Mila, baby, are you out of your mind? You expect me to wear these tights?” He dangles the Superman costume up in the air with a raised eyebrow.
I’m trying my best to stifle my laugh. “Men in tights are sexy.”
He possessively growls. “What do you mean men in tights are sexy? Do you look at other men?” he says with a bite. Then he tilts his head in a solemn manner.
I giggle at his ridiculousness. Ahh, and there’s my old Dominic, the jealous and possessive one. He’s never been the type to be over-possessive, but just enough to know he cares. Since the death of my father, I had realized how much I desired love. In other words, I want a man to look at me as if I’m their world. A man that makes me feel desired, worshiped, and loved.Someone to tell me I look beautiful on a crappy day. To keep all my secrets close to his heart. To stop every tear. Speak of me the way my father spoke of my mother.
My eyes flicker to Dominic. He makes me feel loved. I know he’s been trying extra hard, but I can’t help but keep my guard up. You can’t blame me, right?
“Jealous much?”
He scoffs. “Very.”
“Come on, just put it on so we can go.”
“Do you want women to stare at my huge bulging package I got going on here? Hmm.” He points to his bulge.
The mention of his dick has me licking my lips and heat seeps into my skin. “If any women stare at my man’s big package, I will poke their eyes out of their eye sockets. If it bothers you this much, just tape it down.”
He repeatedly blinks as if I just said the most ridiculous thing. I shrug.
“For fuck’s sake, woman, did you just say to tape my dick down?”
A tickle of laughter has me clenching my stomach with laughter. He throws his hands in the air, bug-eyed.
God, this is hilarious.
“It’s not a bad idea. Men do that, ice skaters, principal dancers.”
Dominic pinches the bridge of his nose. “Did you just make this shit up?” He crosses his arms, surveying me.
“Kinda, well, maybe they do or is it a dance belt they use? Something like that, but it’s not a bad idea, you know. Better than it bulging out.”
He sighs in defeat. “I’ll go get ready without my dick taped. Thank you very much,” he mutters as he stomps to the bathroom like a child.
