Page 41 of Only In the Dark

Me and Dom repeat the same sentiment at the same time. “You won’t.”

I feel like it would be better for her to move in with us. He can still keep the house and have meetings here and not at our home.Our home.

“Well, let me get my bag.”

“I’ll get it,” I tell her.

“It’s on top of the stairs.”

“Back in a flash.”

After I come back, we load into the SUV that pulls up, and Dom texts someone. I’m assuming he is texting someone to clean the mess. At least he didn’t bleed on the carpet. Maybe tile is easier to clean.

Chapter Twenty

GENEVA

We arrive back to the house I now share with Dom. He carries his mother’s things inside while I put an arm around her to show her to a spare room.

“You can stay in here. If you need anything at all, just press the intercom, and someone can get what you need. If you are hungry, the fridge is packed with food.”

Her eyes are still watery, and she brings me into a big hug. “I am so sorry you had to witness those things. I know my son has the best heart, and he will protect his family at all costs.” With her hands, she smooths them over my hair while looking into my eyes.

“It’s okay. I love that about your son. I’m gonna marry him one day.” When I say this, her eyes avert to the doorway, where Dom is casually leaning on the doorframe, hands in his pants pocket. My cheeks heat.

I turn back to Anne and say, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Geneva and Domincky.” She reaches up to hug him, and a smile spreads on his face.

I love that she calls him by a nickname. She looks back at me once again and tells me, “Remember what I said.”

“I will. Goodnight.”

Dom closes the door behind us and he starts undoing his dress shirt. “Shower?”

“Yes. Then I’m going to need a stiff drink.”

In his private bathroom we strip out of our clothes and let the double headed showerhead cascade over us. The blood that splattered on him runs down the drain. He washes himself, and when he grabs his cock to clean it, I get on knees, needing him. Maybe this is how I deal with the stress of it all.

His cock grows as soon as I grip it in my hand. “Fuck, Gen,” he calls out.

Then I take his cock in my mouth, slowly working from tip to base, and I start pumping my mouth faster. A moan escapes Dom’s lips.

After a couple of minutes, I feel his grip, and he’s pulling me up, slamming his lips on mine. Gripping my legs, he pulls me up and presses my back against the stall, my legs around his waist. His cock slams into me, and I gasp even with his tongue tangling with mine.

“Hands on the wall, Gen.”

I spin and put my palms flat on the wall, and he positions my ass so he can continue pumping inside me. At this point, him being mine, and me being his, I wouldn’t care if he knocked me up. I want everything he wants to offer.

“Fuck. God, Gen. I’m going to come already.”

I can no longer hold my own orgasm back, and I let myself release it at the same time he does. “Yes! Fuck!” I scream.

He gives a final thrust. “God! Fuck!”

I smile when he pulls back, and his breathing is so heavy. I myself am completely spent. We don’t speak while we look at each other, catching our breath.

“Have I told you how fucking sexy you are?”

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