Page 60 of Love Unexpected

“Seth isn’t stupid, Dominic.” I shake my head as he turns the car on and blasts the air conditioning to clear up the fogged windows. He opens the sunroof and the glove compartment to pull out a bottle of air freshener and sprays the car as I attempt to tame my waves that Dominic had pulled on and made about three times bigger during our tryst. He pulls his pants up, stuffing his wet dick back into his briefs and runs a hand through his hair before wiping his brow.

“I honestly don’t think I give a fuck.” He closes his eyes as he pulls the chair back to an upright position. “That was the hottest fuck of my life.”

Pride surges through my veins at his words. “Am I the best sex of your life, then?”

“By a mile,” he says turning to me. “I thought that was pretty obvious. I’m addicted to you, Stassi. I can’t stay away even though I know it could destroy us. I should be protecting you from this destruction. But I just…I can’t help it.”

“I don’t want you to,” I whisper just as I notice Dominic’s phone light up in the console. My heart stops when I see the three missed calls and six text messages from Seth, and Dominic rolls his eyes seemingly unbothered. “Did you mute your phone?”

“Of course, I did,” he tells me as he turns the air conditioning off full blast now that the windows are no longer foggy. “If he called while we were having sex, you would have panicked and not been able to focus. I needed you to come, baby. We both did.”

“I think he’s going to know,” I tell him as I roll the window down. “Your brother is a manwhore, he knows what sex smells like.”

He laughs and rolls his eyes. “Then I’ll deal with it.”

“Why are you being so nonchalant about this? We said no one could know. You told me I couldn’t even tell Kate!” I squeal.

“Because Kate has a big mouth and my brother and I have a strong bond built on things we haven’t told anyone. You’re eighteen, Stassi. I don’t want to tell him. But if someone has to find out, I’d rather it be him than anyone else in the world.” He pulls out of the parking spot and zooms down the street; I’m hoping it’s helping air out the car slightly.

“What the fuck? I’ve been calling you mother fucker,” Seth says as soon as he answers.

“You still at the same bar?” Dominic asks, but honestly, I’m surprised I can hear anything over the way my heart is pounding in my chest.

“Obviously, did you leave me here, you dick?”

“No, I did not. I’m turning the corner,” he says before ending the call. “Baby, relax, please. I promise, it’ll be okay. You trust me right?”

We pull up to the front and I see Seth talking to some other girl that isnotRachel or Dana and shake my head.

“I trust you,” I tell him.

He reaches across and grabs my knee and gives it a squeeze.“We’ll talk later.”

The second Stassia slid down my cock and looked at me with those beautiful bright brown eyes, I knew I would end the weekend confessing the truth to my brother. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold back and the way she looked when I bottomed out inside of her like I’d somehow made her whole again, I saw a flash of my life in five years that still had her.

Had us.

Which means I have this car ride home to prepare for his reaction. He gets in the car, sliding into the backseat and instantly I know he’s noticed something’s off. “What’s with the overwhelming air freshener? Oh my God, did you guys smoke in here?”Now THAT would have been a good idea.

“He said I was nauseous,” Stassia says from the front seat but doesn’t turn around.

I pull out into the street as we begin the trek home where my dick already is, ready and waiting to fuck my girl properly.

“Oh, fuck yes, pass it to me.”

“It was a joint, sorry, Charlie,” Stassia quips before turning around briefly and scrunching her nose. “I’ve got more at home though you can definitely hit.”

“Perfect,” he says as he lays down in the back. “I took way too many tequila shots in such a short time; I am fucked up.” He chuckles.

“Don’t puke.” I glance over my shoulder to find he’s already passed out and shake my head.

“We only got away with it because he’s hammered,” Stassia whispers.

“I was banking on that.” I wink at her.

It takes about thirty minutes to get home, and when we pull into the driveway, Seth is still passed out and Stassia is fading fast too. “You need help getting in?” I ask her, wishing I could leave him passed out so I could tend to her the way she needs me to.

“No, I’m going to go upstairs and lay down and wait for you.”

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