Flock (The Ravenhood #1)(44)
I can’t help it. I burst out laughing.
He gives me his first genuine smile and it knocks me for a loop.
“You are a rare bastard.”
“I prefer motherfucker. At least then, it would be somewhat factual. Isn’t that right, Tyler?”
Tyler doesn’t flinch from where he lays basking in the sun. “Fuck you.”
Dominic grins and I shake my head.
“You had your door open. I was shocked, to say the least.”
“And the other five minutes?”
“Do women actually sleep with you?”
“No, never. They’re too busy screaming my name,” he says without a trace of humor. “Except the last girl, she was a corpse.”
“You are unreal. Psychiatrist’s dream, indeed.” Briefly, I wonder if violence does make this maniac hard. If it’s the only thing that makes him hard.
“What you thinking about?” Dominic asks, his lips twitching as he lowers his sunglasses.
“Nothing.”
He smirks before pulling himself from the pool and heading toward the back door.
“What are you doing?”
“Have to use the can.”
“You could ask.”
He turns from me, and his swim shorts dip slightly, revealing the top of his toned ass as he positions himself on the side of the house.
I cover my eyes. “Oh my God, through the door past the study, down the hall on the left. Savage.”
“Oh,” he tucks himself back into his pants, “I might like that better than motherfucker.”
I palm my face as Sean chuckles, rejoining me in the pool. “You’ll get used to him. I swear.”
“Either that or I’ll kill him.”
“Or that.” Sean corners me where I stand tucked in the corner of deeper water, pulling me into his hold.
“So, you get to use your phone, but I can’t have mine?”
“I needed it today for my parents. Sorry, I know that seems hypocritical.”
“It is.”
“Everything I ask is for a reason.”
“Which you will give me.”
He nods. “When the time is right.” His breath hits my skin as he leans in and I go languid, due to his proximity alone. “Tell me something, Pup.”
“What?”
“Why’d you give up so easy?”
His eyes bore into mine and one hit of those hazels is like taking a shot of truth serum. “Is it because you don’t trust yourself, or you don’t trust me?”
“Both.”
“Trust your instincts,” his tone anything but playful.
“You’re being cryptic again.”
“I want you, how’s that?”
“That’s…”
He presses himself against me and a breathy moan escapes me, my eyes darting past his shoulder.
“Where’s Tyler?”
“I told him to fuck off for a second.”
“Why?”
He kisses me, and in seconds I’m wrapped around him, my bikini bottoms pushed to the side as his fingers enter me. He hooks my arm around his neck. “Because I can’t go another fucking minute without being inside you. Hold onto me, baby.”
That’s all the warning I get before he invades me, thrusting so deep, I bite onto his shoulder to muffle my moans. He grinds into me, my back against the unforgiving cement as he consumes me. He moves the triangle at my nipple and sucks deep, speeding up all the while keeping us connected to the point it’s almost painful. He’s punishing me in the most delicious way, and I feel it, his claiming. Within seconds, I come with his name on my lips as my eyes search for any sign of Dominic and Tyler over his shoulder. I’m not sure I would make Sean stop at this point, even if they did walk into view.
“Goddamn, I missed you,” he grunts and pulls out, biting into the flesh of my shoulder as he comes.
“Missed you too,” I mumble before he draws my lips into a kiss, and then another, and then another. He rights my bottoms after tucking himself back into his board shorts seconds before Tyler walks back through the gate. Sean buries his face in my neck, his breathing labored as Tyler speaks to us both like he has no clue we’re post-orgasm. Maybe he doesn’t, but what we did was the closest I’ve ever come to voyeurism. My cheeks heat as Sean pulls back, his golden smile dazzling as I slowly shake my head.
“I promise a lot more than CliffsNotes, later. We good?”
“Sex isn’t going to fix our communication issue,” I point out, trying to level the playing field.
We stare each other down for several seconds. “I know, but please don’t do that to me again,” he asks softly.
“Do what?”
“Cut me.”
“GIRL, YOU ARE GLOWING,” MELINDA says as we clock out. You must be spendin’ all your time outdoors these days.”
“Mostly, yeah.”
“Well, if that smile you’re wearing has anything to do with the one matching our supervisor’s…” she pauses, giving me time to confirm or deny, I do neither.
“Anyway, even if he’s trouble, he’s pretty to look at.”
He is, he’s beautiful. For the last week he’s treated me with nothing short of devotion. His kisses are lasting longer, his looks filled with more. My feet haven’t touched the ground since he bulldozed his way back into my space and began ruthlessly chipping away at my reinforced heart. We spend no nights apart, and I don’t bother reporting to Roman where I’m going anymore. Most nights with Sean, I spend the night at his house. Dominic’s being his usual charming self, and only once have I extended any sort of olive branch. He locks himself in his room constantly, music blasting until the late hours of the night. In an effort to ease some of our tension, I made some homemade ice cream and brought a bowl up to his room where I found him pacing in front of his computer, if it can be called that. It looks more like a space station equipped with three massive screens and two keyboards. I set my offering on his desk, and he all but slammed the door in my face in thanks. When I asked Sean what Dominic was working on, he quickly changed the subject, and so I dropped it, no closer to finding a piece of the puzzle that is Dominic King.