Dangerous Game

by L. P. Dover

  Giggling, she took the soapy washcloth and rubbed it on my arms and my stomach before moving around me to get my back. It felt so damn good, especially when she reached around and cupped my balls with one hand and wrapped her fingers around my cock with the other.

  “Well, I’ll definitely have to remember you like that. At least it got you to come into the shower quicker.” She pressed her tits to my back and worked her hands up and down my cock, over and over. She was relentless and she wasn’t stopping.

  Placing my hands on the shower wall, I leaned forward and groaned. “Baby, I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”

  “I don’t want to stop,” she muttered, moving faster. “I want you to come.”

  I could feel it coming, and it was intense. Her hands were like magic, squeezing so tight it could almost pass for the tightness between her legs. “Ah, fuck!” I shouted. Closing my eyes, my body jerked and I exploded.

  She slowed her rhythm and giggled. “How did that feel?” she asked, bending underneath my arm so she could face me. I had her caged in my arms with water dripping all over her body, down her breasts to the sweet spot between her legs.

  Pushing her against the wall, I opened her mouth with my lips and licked the water off with my tongue. She wrapped her arms around my neck and held on tight as I grabbed her thighs and lifted her above my waist, spreading her wide.

  She gasped as I pushed her against the wall again, gazing down at me with heat-filled eyes. “I told you I was going to fuck you in here. Are you ready?” I growled huskily.

  She moaned breathlessly, “Oh yes, Dominic, please.”

  I sucked on her nipple and bit down at the same time I pushed into her hard. She screamed out and dug her nails in my back, holding on tight as I thrust inside of her hard and fast. The harder I licked and sucked her nipples, the tighter she clenched around my cock.

  Wrapping her legs tighter around my waist, I took my hands off her ass and leaned against the wall so I could push harder. “Is … this … what you like?” I asked in between kisses to her lips on down to her neck.

  Moaning, she nodded her head quickly. “Yes. It feels so good.”

  Rocking my hips more vigorously, she countered my motions, moving her body along with mine. Her flesh clenched and tightened around my cock, and I knew she was close … so was I. “I’m going to come so hard in you, Faith.” I’d never been with a woman without protection, but as soon as Faith told me she was on birth control, I couldn’t wait to feel what it was truly like. It was fucking heaven.

  Faith lowered her lips to my neck and bit down, screaming out her orgasm, as I pounded harder, coming inside of her. I held her against the shower wall, breathing hard, letting the aftershocks of our orgasms ebb off before lowering her feet to the floor.

  She swayed when I set her down and she gazed dreamily into my eyes. “I needed that,” she uttered, smiling lazily up at me.

  “So did I,” I admitted honestly. Gazing down at her and that beautiful smile on her face, I realized there was nothing in the world I wouldn’t do for her. She was smart, funny, adventurous, and extremely tough for a female. The only thing about loving hard was falling hard when you lost it.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked quietly.

  I cupped her cheeks. “Because you’re everything I’ve always wanted, and now that I have you, I’m so afraid of losing you.”

  She placed her hands over mine. “You won’t. I’m not afraid of your world, Dominic.” Lifting up on her toes, she kissed me. “We’re in this together.”

  I believed her which only made things more complicated.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Faith

  “I can’t believe you’re seriously making me wear a blindfold,” I said, laughing. We boarded the jet a couple hours ago, but Dominic didn’t believe that I wouldn’t peek out the window.

  Dominic chuckled. “We’re about to land. Keep that blindfold on.”

  I loved surprises. I could feel the plane descend, and then a couple minutes later there was a bump from the landing. Wherever we were at, we only had one day before we had to be back in New York for the fights. I kept hoping my time with Dominic would make him see that life could be so much better than what he’d been living. Granted, he had all the money he could ever want, but looking over your shoulder everywhere you went wasn’t a way to live. In New York, he constantly had to fight to be on top. What kind of life was that?

  Once the plane came to a complete stop, Dominic took off my blindfold. I’d gotten used to him wearing T-shirts and shorts and his hair a wind-blown mess. I had one more day to enjoy it with his bright green T-shirt and khaki shorts. He’d even gotten a sexy tan the past couple of days. Don’t get me wrong, I loved him in his suits, but when he was in them it was all business. I didn’t want our vacation to end.

  “We’re here,” he said, giving me a kiss. He motioned to the window and I looked out.

  Excitement bubbled in my veins. I’d recognize the small county airport near my house any day. “Did you seriously just fly me home?”

  Dominic’s smile made everything inside of me tighten. “I did. Your parents are expecting us. I called them the other day and said I was bringing you.” He took my hands and helped me up.

  Mouth gaping, I stared at him in awe. “You called my parents?”

  He nodded. “Figured it was time for them to get to know me. Plus, I can only imagine how much they miss you. I don’t know what it’s like to have normal parents.”

  His were far from normal. After his father committed suicide to escape jail time, his mother moved to Wyoming to be with Layla. His mother was part of a mafia family as well. To this day, only a select few knew that it was Dominic’s mother who killed Cadoc Cartwright’s son. With Cadoc trying to get close to me, that was a bit of information I wish I didn’t know.

  I kissed Dominic and smiled. “Thank you. I can’t wait to see them.”

  The pilot stepped out of the cockpit and opened the plane door. Dominic shook his hand and they exchanged kind words while I bounced with joy. The second I stepped off the plane, I breathed in the familiar scent of home. Dominic grabbed our bags and pointed over a black limo that waited by the gate.

  “I rented a beach house near your parents. We can stop by there first to drop off our stuff and then walk down.”

  The limo driver stood by the door and opened it as we approached. He was an older gentleman with white hair, wearing a black chauffeur hat and suit. I didn’t even know we had limo service in Belle Haven. I didn’t want to know how much Dominic paid so we could have a private driver.

  The driver nodded his head and smiled as he opened the door. I slid into the limo while Dominic shook the driver’s hand and gave him the address to the beach house which was only about five minutes away from the airport. I felt like a kid at Christmas. There were so many times I wanted to visit home but Philip never wanted to leave the city, not unless it was for business. Thinking about it now, it made me hate him even more. I’d put my life on hold for him. I didn’t feel that way with Dominic.

  Dominic got in beside me and kissed my hand. “I’m glad you’re happy.”

  I sighed. “More than happy. I still can’t believe you called my parents. What all did you tell them?” He cleared his throat and looked away. “Uh-oh, that can’t be good,” I said.

  He shrugged. “I didn’t go into great detail, but I gave them the run down on Philip and what he did to you. They were pretty angry, but also thankful that I was able to help you. They’re really excited about seeing you.”

  I laughed. “And you, I bet. My mother always thought you were hot.” That made him laugh. It was a sound I knew I wouldn’t hear often once we got back to New York.

  It didn’t take long to get to the rental house. It was literally two houses down from my parents. I knew the owners back when I was a kid. Their daughter, Amy Murray, used to babysit me when my parents wanted to go on their date nights. Now that her parents were gone, she us
ed their house as a beach rental instead of selling it. If anything were to happen to my parents, I’d want to keep their house too. There were so many memories there.

  The driver pulled into the driveway and Dominic took my hand, helping me out of the car. I looked up at the house and over at my parents’ house. It felt good to be back. Dominic grabbed our bags out of the trunk, and the driver drove away.

  “I’m going to take these inside,” Dominic offered. “Then we can head over to your parents.”

  I nodded and took a deep breath. “Okay. I’m going to the water.”

  Dominic carried our bags into the house while I walked around the side of the Murray house to the sandy beach. I slipped off my sandals and smiled as my feet sunk in the sand. We’d just gotten back from Aruba, but nothing could beat the feeling of home and the sound of the waves as they crashed against the shore. I made my way down to the water and stood at the edge. There were gray clouds on the horizon, heading straight toward us. A storm was brewing and in a strange, ominous way I felt it was a sign; I didn’t like it.

  “What are you thinking about?” Dominic asked from behind.

  I jumped and sucked in a breath. I hadn’t heard him approach. “Nothing, really,” I lied, turning to face him.

  He nodded toward my parents’ house. “Ready?” Taking his hand, we slowly walked down the beach. Brows furrowed, he looked over at me. “Something wrong?”

  I squeezed his hand. “You don’t think we’re moving too fast, do you?”

  Stopping mid-step, he stepped in front of me, his eyes serious. “What brought that on?”

  “I don’t know,” I said, shrugging. “Everything seems too good to be true. I keep waiting for something bad to happen.”

  Dominic’s expression softened. “I agree things between us have moved pretty quickly, but I’ve never cared about someone the way I do you. It feels right.”

  That it did which scared me even more. “You don’t miss your freedom? I know you’re not used to just one woman.” I’d already been through one cheating husband. I got over Philip’s betrayal easily, but that was because I wasn’t truly in love with him. Being with Dominic was a whole new ball game. I’d be devastated if he ever hurt me like that.

  Dominic cupped my cheeks in his strong hands. “I don’t miss a single second of it, Faith. The way I see it, you’re stuck with me.”

  I leaned into his touch. “I can live with that.”

  He kissed me gently and then nipped my bottom lip. “Good. I don’t ever want you to doubt me. I’m not like Philip. I’m smart enough to realize a good thing when I have it.”

  “Happy to hear it.”

  “Faith!” a voice shouted. I looked over Dominic’s shoulder toward my house where my mother stood on the deck, waving her hands wildly in the air. “You’re finally home!” She had on her pink and white flowered apron that used to belong to my grandmother. My father opened the door and stepped out with a big smile on his face.

  Taking Dominic’s hand, I pulled him toward the house and laughed. “Here we go. Hope you’re ready for this.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Dominic

  Faith’s parents welcomed me with open arms just like they did when I’d met them years ago. It was something I wasn’t used to. My mother was a loving woman, but I spent most of my time with my father who made sure I grew up skeptical and hard. Trusting people outside of my circle wasn’t an option, and it definitely wasn’t smart. The only real physical contact I got was when I was fighting or fucking. It was strange seeing how a normal family worked.

  Faith’s mother cooked the meal and Faith and her father cleaned the dishes afterwards. My family always had hired help to do it all for us. I never gave much thought about it until now. They made everything look so easy.

  Faith’s father dried the last dish and threw the towel at Faith’s head when her back was turned. “Hey,” she shrieked, jerking around. She picked up the towel and threw it back at him. He caught it and they both laughed.

  “If it’s not the dish towels, it’s the dish soap. They know if they make a mess, they have to clean it up,” Faith’s mother said, laughing as she watched them.

  Faith looked like her mother with the same blonde hair and blue eyes, but it was her father she took after. They had the same laugh. “Are they always like that?” I asked.

  Vivian smiled over at me. “All the time. We’ve missed her so much.” She held up a hand. “But we also know she wanted to make a name for herself. She’s always had big dreams. We weren’t about to stand in her way. When she decided to move to New York it hurt, but I’m happy for her. It just kills me what Philip did to her. I’d love to smack him upside the head right now.”

  “Don’t worry, your daughter did that for you,” I replied happily.

  Faith and her father walked over and she sat down beside me on the couch. “We should play some cards. It’s kind of a tradition when I come home.”

  Her father snorted. “She likes to take my money. The girl’s got some serious game.”

  Intrigued, I looked over at her. “Oh yeah? What do you like to play?”

  She winked. “Texas Hold’em.”

  Harold stood and stretched. “Faith, why don’t you and your mother get the cards ready while Dominic and I go outside. I want to chat with him for a minute.”

  Faith patted my leg. “Okay.” Then she leaned in close and whispered in my ear. “Good luck.”

  Harold nodded toward the patio door and I followed him outside where he leaned against the bannister with his arms crossed so he could face me. He was in his mid-sixties and almost a head shorter than me with thinning gray hair. I wasn’t fooled though. Harold was a man who’d fight to the death for his daughter. I could see the protectiveness in his eyes.

  “I want to thank you for everything you’ve done for my little girl. You have no idea how long I’ve wished for her to get away from that slime ball of a husband.”

  I scoffed. “Trust me, I know.”

  A sad smile spread across his face. “She deserves so much better.”

  “That she does,” I agreed. “Now she has the money to do whatever she wants. Philip won’t be a problem for her anymore.”

  He nodded. “Good. Maybe now I’ll get to see my daughter more often. He never wanted to come down here and visit. Faith was always too busy trying to get that firm where it is today. All that hard work down the drain.”

  “Not really,” I said. “Yes, the firm might go under once what Philip did goes public, but Faith still has her skills. She wants to open up that restaurant she’s always wanted.”

  His piercing brown eyes studied me. “You’re not going to hold her back, are you?”

  “Never,” I answered truthfully. “Faith is free to do whatever she wants.”

  By the smile on his face, that appeased him. “I knew I’d like you. Your sister was such a good friend to Faith. I consider her family.” He stepped toward me and held out his hand. “I consider you family as well. For everything you’ve done for Faith, I’m in your debt.”

  I shook his hand. “I did it because I care about her.”

  His eyes narrowed. “I can tell. I just hope it stays that way. My baby’s been burned once. I don’t want to see it happen again.”

  “It won’t,” I promised.

  He slapped a hand to my shoulder. “I’m going to hold you to that, son.”

  Faith opened the door and waved us in. “You two about done? I’m ready to play.” She winked at us and shut the door.

  Harold squeezed my shoulder. “I’m sorry about your father. I know you were there when it happened.”

  I saw it all and it was a moment I’d never forget. We were in his office at the estate when he shot himself in front of me. I’d only been back to the estate a handful of times. It was where I grew up, but I couldn’t bring myself to stay there. That was why I made The Chateaux Hotel my home.

  My throat grew thick and all I could do was nod. I hadn’t really spoken about my f
ather to anyone, not even Faith. Harold cleared his throat and squeezed my shoulder once more. “I know I can’t replace your father, but if you ever want to talk or go fishing, or hell, just have a beer, I’m here for you. Just hop on your private jet and come down. Make sure to bring Faith while you’re at it.”

  That made me smile. “Thanks, Harold. I can do that.”

  We went inside and Faith already had the deck of cards and the poker chips on the kitchen table. She walked over and kissed me on the cheek. “Everything go okay?”

  Harold winked at her and I smiled. “It went great. Let’s play.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Faith

  Time moved by fast. That was the way it always worked when you didn’t want it to. The gray clouds from earlier had passed and with it a storm, but it went quickly. The smell of rain still lingered in the air, but as far as you could see were nothing but bright stars, and the moon’s reflection glowing in the water.

  “I hate we can’t see things like this in New York,” I said, gazing up at the stars.

  Dominic lifted up on his elbow and peered down at me. Before we left my parents, we grabbed a couple of their blankets so we could lay them out on the sand. It was the perfect ending to the night being able to talk and enjoy the moonlit sky.

  “You can see them from my estate. I hate I haven’t taken you there yet.”

  I knew why he hadn’t. There were too many bad memories there. It was where his father ended his own life. Dominic was in the same room when it happened. He never talked about it and I never pressed him on it.

  “It’s okay,” I murmured, meeting his gaze. “I know it’s not easy for you to be there.”

  He sighed. “It’s not. That’s why I’m probably going to sell it. If Layla wanted it, I’d give it to her but she’s happy in Wyoming.” Yes, she was. How could you not be? Wyoming was gorgeous. If I was going to move somewhere other than New York, it’d be there. “Have you ever thought about moving back here and starting up your restaurant?” Dominic asked, drawing me out of my thoughts.