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Fractured
Whispering Falls
Book 4
‘My mouth starts talking before my brain can tell it to shut the fuck up. Because seeing the hurt in your gaze, tears something in my heart. The beating organ I once thought was dead.’
– What Dominik wishes he could say to Talia.
Dominik
I watched as Talia headed to the bar.
My eyes tracked her every move.
Well, by my eyes tracking her every move, I meant I was watching her ass.
Fuck me, but never before was I an ass man.
I had considered myself an everything man.
But... that was before Talia turned twenty-one and I started noticing shit.
Shit, I hadn’t noticed before.
Either I hadn’t allowed myself to notice it, or... because of Garrick, my best friend, it had been off limits.
But here lately... yeah, I was noticing shit.
Fuck. Me.
Because she had an amazing ass.
The type of ass that would overfill my hands as I lifted her, her long legs wrapping around my waist, my cock nestled into her heat, her tits pressing against my chest.
I moved my hand down underneath the table to adjust my hardening cock.
Garrick had said something to Tatum, which caused her to laugh.
Alec was looking at Cassie with a lifted brow, which was followed by something he said in a growl.
Carter had his arm around Harlee’s shoulders.
And that was when I saw it.
A man had moved in next to Talia.
A man in a dark pair of jeans, a fitted black t-shirt, and tattoos on his left arm.
I narrowed my gaze.
And when the man who was flirting with death placed his hand on her lower back, almost touching the waistband of her jeans, I had to forcibly keep my ass planted in my chair.
But... well... that lasted for all about two point five seconds, because Talia had looked over her shoulder and at the man, and then stepped away from his touch.
Another reason he was flirting with death, the reason I stood up, and stalked around the table and made my way to the bar... the fucker moved even closer to her.