Page 82 of Sweet Shots

I take a step toward the large windows but then change my mind when I remember Dominic is afraid of heights. We’re still pretty high up. I find a table not too far, sit, and wait for him to find me. When he gets to the table, he has one of those buzzer things with a small blinking blue light.

“When we’re done here, we’re going down another floor for dessert. Then we can head home.”

“Dessert, huh?” I ask.

He scoots his chair closer to me, so we’re sitting on the same side of the table. He grasps my chin and pulls me in for a kiss.

“Only the best for my baby.”

“You’re…” I breathe out a sigh, unsure of what I want to say. It’s hard to put these emotions into words. I’m feeling them way too much. Right in my chest. I’m terrified of what that means.

The device buzzes, causing me to jolt.

With a lingering smile, Dominic gets to his feet to get our food. I’m unable to tear my eyes from him as he goes. Until I spot two guys, maybe a little younger than me, standing close to him and pointing, whispering to one another.

Do they…

Before I can ask myself the question, one of them goes up to Dominic and taps him on the shoulder. His eyes are slightly narrowed, and there’s a small smile on his lips. The guy asks Dominic something, who smiles and nods, running his hand through his hair.

The younger guy laughs, then says something to his friend, who says something to Dominic. He nods and the first guy pulls his phone from his pocket, and they both get close to him. He puts his arms around them.

He puts his arms around them.

That doesn’t feel so good. It’s innocent, and right in front of me, but I don’t like it. Don’t like that they’re touching him,so close they can smell him. They’re feeling him, and they’re probably going to tell everyone all about it. How firm his body is, how good he smelled, how tall and hot he is.

He’s mine.

They take a selfie, or five, then they each hug him. It’s quick, and nothing to be mad about… so why are my hands clenched so hard my nails are digging into my palms? Why is the blood rushing in my ears?

The younger guys walk off, and Dominic moves to the counter, handing over the buzzer. A moment later, he’s given a pizza box with two 20 oz bottles of soda. He gets back to the table and sits, like that wholethingdidn’t just happen.

I blink at him, watching as he slides a bottle toward me. He hands me a few napkins, then spins the box so he can open it.

He groans happily, inhaling the scent of cheese, tomato sauce, and fresh herbs.

“I love pizza.” He looks up at me, smiling, but that smile quickly falls. “What’s wrong?”

I don’t know what to say. I know what’s wrong, but I don’t know why. I know what I’m feeling, but it’s embarrassing because it shouldn’t be happening.

Why the hell am I feeling so possessive of him? Over an innocent thing that happened with two fans. People who possibly pay him, who make it so he makes money. Who keeps his business alive.

Two people who have probably seen his dick and all the guys he’s fucked.

The guys who aren’t you.

“Mikah, what is wrong?” Dominic asks again, this time more firmly.

I blink, my eyes burning.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

We just had a threesome, and I’m over here nearly crying over something so stupid?

I reach for the soda, twisting the cap off and bringing it to my lips. He grabs my wrist, stopping me.

“Baby, tell me what is wrong before I start to freak out.” His tone is gentler now, soothing.

I shake my head. “I don’t know.”

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