Page 44 of Dominate
“Vi, talk some sense into your brother!” I beg, pushing my hair away from my face so I can see them more clearly.
Gareth pauses and turns to lay eyes on his sister. “Vi, I’ll be dealing with you later. I don’t care if it’s your wedding day or not.”
“What did I do?” she asks, her eyes wide and wondering.
“You told her I am a Swiftie!” he growls and swerves back to head toward the staircase that leads to the club exit.
“I never called you a Swiftie!” Vi laughs as she runs after us, yelling loud enough for their brothers to hear from their spots on the sofas.
“Gareth’s secret is out,” Tanner mumbles and stretches his arms over the back of the sofa like it’s a normal Tuesday.
“It wasn’t a well-kept secret, was it?” Camden asks, completely serious.
“I never told a soul!” Booker exclaims, clearly taking this way more seriously than the rest of us.
Vi rushes up to stop her brother at the steps. “I swear, Gareth. I only told her you warm up to Taylor Swift. What’s the big deal?”
He pauses and suddenly decides to lower me to the floor, but I can’t stop the smile from spreading across my face. He points a finger at his sister’s face. “Who else have you told?”
“No one!” she retorts and her cheeks instantly flame red.Holy shit, Vi is a bad liar.“A few people.”
“Who?”
“Just…like…everyone here, pretty much.”
Gareth’s face distorts in anger as he visibly grows taller in front of her. Vi winces and looks to her other brothers for help, but they’re now on one sofa, playfully eating pretend popcorn and enjoying the show. Tanner actually passes an invisible bag to Booker and Booker refuses. It’s quite a sight.
“Gareth,” I state his name calmly and move to step in between him and Vi. “Don’t get mad at your sister. I was probably going to find out eventually, right?”
He pins me with an unimpressed look. “I would have taken that to my grave.”
He’s full-on pouting as he leans against the railing and ignores his sister’s pleading. How can a huge, beast of a man being Taylor Swift’s number one fan be this freaking sexy?
I gesture with my head for Vi to go join the others. I have a feeling I know exactly what will calm Gareth down. I reach up and run my nails along his shoulders in hard, smooth strokes while leaning in and whispering in his ear, “What if I told you I have something in my bag that you can use on me tonight that will get you your man card back really quick?”
He frowns down at me as I carefully open my bag to show him what’s inside. His brows lift. “I’d say you love this game even more than I do.”
I frown back at him, then it dawns on me. “Those are Taylor Swift lyrics, aren’t they?”
A smile splits across his face. “Now who’s the Swiftie?” And in one swift move, my manly Swiftie grabs my hand and hauls me out of the club.
Twenty minutes later, Taylor Swift is the absolute last thing on my mind as I lie spread out on the bed, completely naked. My hands are cuffed to a metal headboard and my legs squirm against each other as I wait impatiently for Gareth to come out of the bathroom.
He stripped me down to nothing and handcuffed me to the centre railing at the head of the bed while he remained fully clothed. He was definitely punishing me and, damn, it felt exciting. But now he’s taking so long in the bathroom, I wonder if he’s getting cold feet.
When he walks out shirtless and barefoot but still in his jeans, I instantly notice his determined face from earlier has vanished.
“Gareth, what’s wrong?” I ask, lifting my head off the pillow to look at him.
“I’m not sure I can do this, Sloan.” He swallows slowly, his eyes drifting down my body with a forlorn look on his face.
I smile playfully. “Do what? We haven’t done anything yet.”
He drags his teeth over his lower lip and replies, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
“What if I do?”
