Page 7 of Sweet Girl

Shaking my head to get my thoughts straight, I fire her up. The engine rumbles to life, vibrations rippling through the seats beneath us.

“Buckle up, angel. Wouldn’t want anything else to happen to you before I return you to Dom.”

I slowly back out of the spot on Main Street, saying a silent prayer that the streets have been cleared. With my right hand on the gearshift and the other on the wheel, I press the gas. The Nova’s rear tires spin for a second before gripping the snow-covered asphalt, kicking up slush as the back end fishtails slightly. Emma’s hand flies to the “oh shit” bar above her door. I chuckle under my breath as I fly down Main Street.

CHAPTER3

emma

By the timeI get to Knockout, I’m amped up and really want a release. Cruz is such a dirty flirt, and I don’t understand how it doesn’t bother Dom. He seems to enjoy watching Cruz make me squirm. He’s so dark and mysterious you can’t help but want to peel back those layers and see what makes him tick. Watching him drive his car was hot as hell. He had an air of confidence, and I couldn’t look away as he shifted gears and worked the pedals. I know he could tell how he affected me and the moment he put the car in park, I grabbed my bag and jumped out, eager to put space between us and not face what I’m positive would have been some snarky comments about how turned on he made me. Even if all of them would have been right on the money.

I walk through the small lobby of the gym until I reach the ladies’ changing room, quickly stripping out of my clothes and pulling on a pair of black high-waisted workout leggings and a deep-red sports bra. While walking to reception, I pull my hair up into a quick ballet bun and tie it in place.

Knockout Boxing Gym is open from before the sun rises to long after it goes down. I wouldn’t call it a twenty-four-hour gym, but it’s damn near close. People trickle in and out throughout the evening, which is the busiest time of day for us. Dom offers classes for boxing, Krav Maga, MMA, and self-defense, plus open mat and gym time. An injury in his wrist pulled him from fighting professionally, but that doesn’t stop him here. There’s only one other guy in town that can keep up with him, and the two trained together as teenagers.

One of the first things I did after returning home to Aspen Ridge from college last summer, was sign up for Dom’s self-defense class. Shortly before graduation, while walking back to my apartment on campus late at night, someone grabbed me from behind. His hand covered my mouth, the other grabbing me roughly, shoving me against a brick wall in the alley I was walking through. I was able to thrash enough to free my mouth and scream while he shoved me onto the ground, trying his damndest to get his jeans undone and my dress up. Thankfully, someone else heard my screams and was able to intervene. I’d never known true terror until that moment. The entire thing has seriously screwed me up. As if I wasn’t already before that happened.

A month later, after taking lessons at the gym to learn to defend myself, Dom hired me as his receptionist, and it didn’t take long for us to fall for each other. His dominance, coupled with the patience he has with me, made it impossible to fight my feelings. The late-night, private lessons are a perk of the position that I will never complain about. Especially when they’re followed up with orgasms.

“Well hello, beautiful. You’re looking mouthwatering today.”

I look up from my computer to find Aidan propping his forearms on top of the desk. The position makes the muscles in his biceps swell and given that he rarely has a T-shirt on, all his tan, tattooed skin stretches across his strong body.

While handsome as fuck, he is more pretty boy slick than Dominik and Cruz’s gruff, ruggedness. His hair is dark brown and trimmed close at the sides, the top portion left loose and falls into his face when it’s not styled back. His green eyes are striking and focused solely on me.

Aidan and I have known each other the longest. While we never ran in the same circles, we went through grade school together and shared the majority of our classes through high school. I’m not sure when he started rolling with Dom and Cruz or how that even happened, but he’s the other member of their dynamic trio.

My core clenches tightly, and I squirm slightly in my chair. I’m going to hell. I shouldn’t be getting turned on by my boyfriend’s best friends. But they’re just so ridiculously good-looking. Talk about mouthwatering. I have a dark, dirty little fantasy of the three of them tag-teaming me, and with the way they behave, you’d think the fantasy was mutual.

“Don’t let Dominik hear you talking to me like that. You’re a brave man, Aidan Cooper.”

“Oh, blondie. You think he’d mind? Nah,” he whispers the next words, his voice sultry smooth, low enough for only me to hear,“he’d enjoy it.”He walks away, giving me a wink as goosebumps scatter across my skin and my panties pool with my arousal. Damn that man is so hot. I close my eyes for a brief moment before I feel the closeness of a body behind me, then warm breath as lips trail down the column of my neck.

“Mmm, you smell so delicious,milaya devochka.”

Dominik.

His nickname for me has a smile spreading across my face. I reach behind me, running my fingers across the short stubble of hair at the side of his head, grabbing his neck and pulling him in closer.

“You think turning me on while I have work to do is a good idea? My boss wouldn’t be happy about that.”

His hand snakes around to my front, collaring my throat and tightening with just enough pressure to show me he’s in control right now. Just the way I like it. My chest rises and falls harder, my center dampening further as his lips trail across my skin.

“Oh,moya lyubov’, I disagree. I don’t think he would mind at all. Plus,” his voice drops to a breathy whisper, sending chills down my spine as my heart drops into my stomach, “you’re already turned on.”

My spine straightens, nerves taking over. There’s no way he knows. Chills spread throughout my body as his lips drop a hard kiss to the soft spot between my neck and shoulder that he loves so much. As he walks away, leaving me confused and aroused, I can’t help but wonder if maybe Aidan was right. Does Dom like it when his friends come on to me?

CHAPTER4

dom

“Blyat!You the one getting Emma hot and bothered?” I say as my hand smacks against the back of Aidan’s head.

“Ouch! English, asshole! English!” Aiden yelps, rubbing the sore spot on his skull.

“What happened to easing her into it?”

When I gave Aidan and Cruz the proposition about sharing Emma, they were more than willing. Eager motherfuckers. But they aren’t the only ones. I’ve been torturously edged watching them play cat and mouse with my sweet girl for the last month, slowly getting closer and closer to her.

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