Page 15 of Shattered Love

Nothing.

“Shit.”

I run downstairs, grabbing some bottled water and drinking as much as I can before grabbing the other test.

But there is a big problem—I can't pee. I try running water, humming, but nothing works.

I take a deep breath. Why am I stressing? I’m not pregnant. I take the pill religiously. With everything that’s happened, I can’t be pregnant. Dominic and I discussed it once, but we were speaking about the future—the distant future.

I decide to take my bath. The warm water instantly relaxes my muscles and the stress disappears.

I’m lost in my book when I feel someone watching me. I look up to see Dominic at the door, Cooper sitting dutifully by his feet.

There’s a soft smile pulling at his lips. “Hey.” He crosses the room with a swagger only Dominic could pull off. Staring into my eyes, his smile widening. “Hey beautiful.” He bends his head, kissing me softly, as if he has all the time in the world to explore them.

We break apart, just staring at each other. That’s when I notice how tired he looks.

I place my hand against stubble. “Hey, you okay?”

He nods before turning his head and kissing my palm, but there something in his eyes—a shadow.

“Carter and Mac okay?” I sit up. Something isn’t right.

He lets out a deep breath. “Just a case I am working on.”

I massage his shoulders. “Talk to me.” I know he can’t give names or details but it’s eating him up. Every muscle is bunched, his eyes are dark, and his jaw is tight.

“I am okay, I have you. I am not going break.” He watches me before dragging his hand through his hair. “There’s a gang of drug dealers hanging around. This was the second death this week, he was just a fucking kid, fucking sixteen and he’d been dead for two days. No one reported him missing.” He shakes his head.

I watch as he walks to the bathroom. I wait until I know he’s in the bath and follow him in. His eyes are tired. I sit down beside him on the tile and he doesn’t take his eyes off me as I grab the sponge. He looks at me confused.

“It’s my turn to take care of you.” I whisper. I know that tonight hit close to home for him. That darkness that he tries to hide from me is strong. I know he thinks he hides it well, but he forgets that I’m not afraid of the dark.

After I get him clean, I wash his hair. I grab the towel, holding it up, but Dominic looks at it strangely before standing. I wrap it around his waist, kissing his chest. I don’t stop there. I flick my tongue over his small, dark nipples. I lightly bite, causing him to hiss and push his hips out.

I continue to lick and nip my way down to the towel, using my teeth to open it. His eyes go nearly black. I love seeing that look in his eyes.

Grabbing his dick, squeezing just like he likes, before I lick from his balls to his tip. He chucks his head back, saying my name like a curse as I take him into my mouth as far as I can. His hips buck as he winds his hands in my hair, causing me to moan around him. He is never able to fit all the way in, so as I start to suck, I use my other hand in a twisting motion. I know it drives him wild when he starts to fuck my mouth. I love the power I have over him. Nothing can bring Dominic to his knees. But having my lips around him and seeing him withering underneath me is the most powerful thing.

“Beautiful. Stop. I’m. Going. To. Cum.”

Instead, I suck harder. Dominic grips harder, his stomach tightening and his thighs shaking. My eyes stay connect to him as he drowns in the orgasm.

He pulls me up, kissing me like he’s using the last of his breath.

Dominic goes to lift my shirt, but I shake my head. “That was a part of me taking care of you.”

Laying me on the bed, he looks over at me. “No one has ever done that before.” He looks up at the ceiling.

I lean up on my elbow. “A blow job? Because I remember two weeks ago…” I wink, making his lip twitch.

Shaking his head, looking me in the eyes. “Cared for me.” His voice is the softest I have ever heard it.

“Did you like it?”

A boyish grin that makes him look half his age covers his face.

I bend down, kissing his lips. “Good, then I'm adding it to our vows to give Dominic a bath and a blow job once a month. We can call it B.B. night.”

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