Page 40 of Tempt Me

“So, you like how it feels to have me deep inside of you? Filling every inch of you?”

“Yes. Please, it feels so good.” Without moving, he’s touching all of me as my walls flex and quiver.

“Jesus, Wildflower. Don’t do that. I’m trying to stay in control here,” he growls and grips my hips, keeping me in one place.

A smile curves up my lips. I didn’t do anything. He’s ready to come just being inside of me. A thrill runs down my spine, and I rotate my hips in a circle, which is rewarded with a growl.

“Fucking tease.” He digs his fingertips into my flesh and pounds his cock into my sex. The sensation of my pussy getting pummeled is enhanced by his erratic, uncontrolled movements and the piercings that hit every quivering inch of me.

“You feel so fucking good. Like nothing else,” he says between gasps for air while tipping my hips upward and battering my G spot.

My eyes roll back into my head. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. You feel so good.”

Seconds turn to minutes as we lose all ability to remain quiet or in control. He reaches up my body, grasping my breasts, squeezing, pinching, and tugging on my nipples.

“Yes, Dom!” My ass bucks off the sofa as my orgasm rocks through me. “Fuck! Fuck. Fuck. Yes, fuck. Oh, my God.”

“That’s it, Wildflower, milk my cock. It feels so good when you squeeze me like that.” He continues to ride through my orgasm as my brain shatters into a million pieces.

“Fuck!” he grunts, and jerks inside of me as his entire body quakes against me. He smashes his mouth over mine as he collapses on top of me. I hold tighter as the enormity of the situation hits me in the heart. Nothing will ever be the same.

The lights in the kitchen flip on, and we freeze in place with his tongue and dick still inside of me. My father opens the refrigerator and digs around for a bottle of water. Neither of us moves as my heart thumps in my ears. Please, don’t turn around. Please, don’t turn around.

He snaps the light off, marches across the kitchen in his boxers, and whistles on his way back up the stairs.

“Shit.” Dominic falls backward, scrambling to his feet, and yanks his pants back up. “I’ve got to go before your dad sees us.” He clears his throat. “This was–”

“A mistake. I get it.” I crawl off the sofa, bending over in search of my clothes while blinking back tears. I don’t want to be a mistake. Damn it. Hold it together. I spin on my heel and walk to the downstairs bathroom door. “You know the way out. Thank you for the ride.”

I slip inside and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My makeup is smeared all over my face. Thank God it was dark. He would’ve thrown up while having sex with me if he saw how much of a shitshow I look like.

After I grab the edge of the basin, his pickup grumbles to life. For Dominic, this was another one-night stand. For me–this was everything. How do I survive seeing him again and not shatter at his feet?

Chapter Twenty

Dominic

For the last twenty minutes, I’ve stared at our neighbor’s black trashcans. They sit at the end of their driveway, ready for trash day. With five guys and multiple vehicles, our garage and driveway are first come, first served. So, I’m stuck on the street.

‘A mistake.’ I expected her to say it, but I didn’t fully appreciate how completely the words would gut me. They did. The night is a whirlwind–from seeing her dancing with that loser, Gavin, to finding Brock cornering her in the parking lot, to punching him in the face, to her scent and body surrounding me with pleasure. It’s all a blur of images and sensations.

‘A mistake.’ Shit. What did I expect to happen? That’s why I’ve stayed away from her all these years. Not only am I not good enough for her, but I’m also not someone she’s interested in having more than a one-night stand with.

Sure, she enjoyed it. It would be impossible for her to deny that. She’d never had an orgasm while having sex before. She’s not going to forget this night. But the mere thought of her family finding out we were together, and she couldn’t shove me out the door quick enough.

Hell, she didn’t even show me to the door once we were alone again. And now I must spend the rest of my life seeing her live hers. Knowing how it feels to have her in my arms and never having the opportunity again. At least before tonight, I could dream that the possibility existed. Now, I know her answer. It was a mistake.

The lights in the living room snap off, and I shut off the engine. The last thing I want to do is have the walk of shame in front of one of the guys. I’ll get the twenty questions about where I’ve been and who I’ve been doing it with, and I’m too fucking exhausted to come up with a plausible excuse.

When I shut the door behind me, the snap of metal on metal reverberates throughout our still street. A dog from two houses down bellows into the motionless night. The sky is black with a smattering of stars. The streetlight is muted with dirt and needs a new bulb. It’s eerie, like a zombie movie before the monsters turn the corner and descend on you like locusts.

I trudge up the steps to the side door that leads to the kitchen, unlock the door, and shut it behind me.

The light snaps back on. Fuck.

“I wondered how long you were going to stay outside.” Xavier leans his shoulder against the doorway that leads to the dining room. “And then, I thought you might have company.”

“And what? You wanted to watch? Or be invited to join?” My jaw flexes as my hands ball into fists at my sides.

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