Page 21 of Sweet Girl

“Spread for me, my love. I want to feel you.”

Obeying, I spread my legs as far as I can as his fingers work the thin fabric of my panties off to the side and slide through my center. I blush knowing exactly what he’s found. I’ve been ready since the moment I laid eyes on him.

“So wet for me already.”

My back bows off the seat as two fingers are thrust inside me. He pumps twice before removing them and sliding up to find my clit, expertly touching me, giving me exactly what I need. Dom brings me right to the edge before pulling out and dipping back inside me, repeating the process over and over until I’m a panting mess next to him, grinding my pussy against his hand unabashedly.

Grabbing onto his wrist to hold him in place, I resort to begging.

“Dominik, please. Please let me come. I’ll do anything. Please.”

“Anything?” he says as he swirls around my throbbing, engorged nub.

“Damnit, Dom. Yes, anything. Ineedto come.”

“I’ll hold you to that, my sweet girl. Now come for me.”

He pinches my clit between his fingers and I combust. Everything around me fades to black as my orgasm finally crests. My scream echoes in the recesses of my mind as pleasure courses through my body, my legs shaking and my nails digging into Dom’s forearm. As I finally come down from the high, I look at Dominik, his lips turned up in pure, delighted, male satisfaction. Instead of doing what he always does, he lifts his fingers to my mouth, running them across my lips.

“Suck,milaya devochka. And remember. You saidanything.”

I comply, sucking his fingers into my mouth, my taste exploding on my tongue. Something tells me that I just made a deal with the devil.

After driving into town, we park outside a familiar bar in downtown Aspen Ridge. The Night Owl has been completely transformed. Lights have been replaced with red bulbs, massive bouquets of red roses line the tables and edges of the bar top, even the bar is illuminated with a red glowing hue. It’s festive without being tacky. The place is packed with people. I guess when you live in a small town, there aren’t a whole lot of options for places to celebrate.

Dom guides me to the bar where Ruby is slinging shots at customers like the badass she is. She’s owned and run this place since before I was born. Another town staple.

“What can I get you two? Valentine’s Day themed only. Menu is on the chalkboard.”

Dom orders a Red Hot and since I hate cinnamon, I go for a Red Velvet shot and inwardly laugh. Lily is always giving me shit for the weird-ass drinks I enjoy. Dom and I turn to each other, holding up our bright red drinks and cheers before slamming them back. I order something called a Mad About You, which I thought was fitting for the occasion, to sip on while we walk around.

Just as we’re walking through the crowd, I spot my best friend sitting on the lap of Father Wes. He’s not a religious man, but the pun is too good to give up now.

“Well, look who decided to leave the comfort of their cabin in the woods!” I yell as we’re approaching them. Lily stands to wrap her arms around me in a tight hug. I grab her shoulders and hold her in front of me, checking her out.

“Daaaaamn! Look at you, hussy! Looking fine as hell!”

“Have you looked in a mirror?”

“Wes has willingly let go of you, you think we can sneak away and dance before they go all caveman on us?” I ask her, wiggling my eyebrows. She turns and gives Wes a quick, chaste kiss before grabbing my hand. I quickly spin to Dominik and let him know I’ll be dancing for a bit. He gives me one of his signature Dominik Sokolov smiles that melts my panties just as I’m whisked away by Lily to dance.

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“Enjoying your night, fellas?” I say as I approach Dom and his friends while they sit at the bar after spending the last hour dancing with Lily. Cruz and Aidan turn to face me, and I’m greeted with two matching grins. My eyes flit to Dom, and all three wear similar expressions, like they know a secret and I’m the odd one out.

Aidan turns in his seat to face me completely and gives a slow, steamy perusal of my body before meeting my eyes with a look of appreciation that can’t be missed.

“We are now,” he declares, that damn grin not leaving his face, his lips turned up slightly in a sexy expression that makes my cheeks burn. God, the way that man looks at me.

“Are you having a good night, angel?” Cruz asks, and my cheeks flame brighter. I feel the warmth deep between my legs while visions of what Dom did to me in the car flash behind my eyes.

“It’s been a good night so far.”

“Ahh. So I’ve heard. My boy here kisses and tells,” Cruz proclaims, his tongue darting out to lick his lips slowly.

“Does he now?” I raise my eyes at Dom in question.

Dominik meets my eyes and takes a slow sip of his vodka to hide his guilty smirk. These men are going to be the death of me. A sane woman would be upset that her boyfriend was telling his friends about the dirty things he does to her, but knowing that he gloated to Cruz and Aidan? It only fuels the fire that’s been slowly stoked by all of them over the last few weeks.

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