Page 16 of Sweet Girl

“You could just stay here. Cruz will be around, but he usually spends his days in the garage anyway, so you’d have the place to yourself to write. I want you in our space.”

I think about his offer for a moment. Both of my parents are retired, and writing at home isn’t the zen environment that I need to focus on my book. Dom’s house would be completely quiet for hours before I need to get to work.

“You don’t think the boys would mind?”

“Milaya devochka,I have a feeling that they’d like knowing you were here.”

“When you say things like that it muddles my brain, Dominik.”

His hands slide over my stomach to grip my hips, easily picking me up into his arms and pressing my back against the tile wall. His hard cock prods at my center before he works himself in, and I bite my lip as I look at his knowing face.

“Your body betrays you, sweet girl. Let’s give them another show, yeah?”

After Dom ravaged me, forcing screams from my lungs for everyone to hear, we washed off and wrapped ourselves in large towels, my body satiated and more relaxed. I get dressed in a pair of leggings and a cropped sweater that hangs off of one shoulder, and twist my hair up in a clip. Dom kisses my cheek as he leaves the room, needing to get coffee before heading to Knockout early. After I feel more human, I leave the privacy of his bedroom and go on a search to find Cruz to get an update on my car and figure out my plans for the day.

I find the three of them each holding a cup of coffee, standing together in the kitchen. Cruz is wearing a pair of black sweatpants that hang low on his hips, no shirt, and bare feet. My eyes travel up the expanse of his body, starting with that mouthwatering V at his hips. His abs flex in a six-pack that is so defined, my mouth gapes open slightly while I take him in. His eyes meet mine over the rim of his coffee mug, squinting as he watches me check him out. He gives me the most devilish, knowing grin before winking and returning to his conversation.

My core aches, as if I haven’t been thoroughly fucked silly twice in the last six hours. Aidan clearly had the same idea Dominik and I did, and has already showered and put himself together. He’s wearing a pair of jeans, brown leather boots, and a white pocket T-shirt that fits his body so well. He’s so casually good-looking that it takes my breath away.

I’m so fucked.

Walking into the kitchen, I snuggle into Dominik’s body, his arm wrapping around me tightly. Maybe if I focus on what’s mine, all of this other chatter will disappear. It has to be all in my fucking head. Or they’re testing me and I’m failing miserably.

“Morning, angel. Checked out the bug last night, looks like it wasn’t the battery after all. Should have it up and running by the end of the week.”

My shoulders deflate.

“About that . . .” Dom interrupts, everyone looking to him for more. “Everyone good if Emma hangs here at the house while we’re all at work? She could use the quiet to write.”

Cruz snorts obnoxiously and I shoot him a glare, wondering what his issue could be.

“You could move her in, Dom, and you wouldn’t hear a protest from us.”

That shouldn’t come as such a big surprise, but it does. Cruz is the silent, brooding type and isn’t one for vocalizing his support of anything. I look at him and squint my eyes, trying to piece together the part of the puzzle that I’m missing. There has to be an ulterior motive here.

“Whatever you need, Em. You’re welcome here anytime you want,” Aidan adds as he walks from the room, grabbing his keys off the counter as he passes us. A few moments later, the front door shuts behind him.

Dom turns to me, caressing my face, dwarfing my cheek in his large hand.

“Milaya devochka,it’s settled. You will stay here today and work from home, and if you want to leave, just let Cruz know and he’ll take you anywhere you need to go.”

He drops a kiss to my forehead and follows Aidan’s path to leave the house for the day. I watch him walk away until the door closes shut behind him, leaving me alone with Cruz. Turning to face him, his eyes are a cloudy mix of mirth and desire, causing my pulse to beat wildly. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and swallow, deciding the only way to deal with Cruz is head-on, playing this game he seems to thrive on.

“Looks like it’s just you and me, angel.”

“All alone, in this big house. Not a human for miles. I wonder how we should spend our time?” I add, loving how his eyes darken further, his eyebrows rising in both shock and excitement.

He takes two large steps in my direction, his bare feet nearly silent on the hardwood floors. It’s such a contrast to his usual heavy black combat boots. His hand reaches out and grabs a strand of rogue hair that hangs around my face, tugging on it hard enough for me to wince, but I don’t move away.

“I can think of a few things that’ll let me hear more of those noises.”

“What, Cruz? You want to hear me cry out in pain?”

He leans further into my space, the thick stubble of his facial hair brushing against the side of my cheek. His breath is a warm whisper on my ear.

“Angel, I’d love nothing more than to hear you cry out in pain and pleasure.”

With that, he strides past me, up the stairs to his bedroom, closing the door behind him.

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