The scent of Dom’s arousal makes me grow even more desperate for him. I bury my face in his sweet ass, shoving my tongue into his hole. “Tony, please. Oh, God, baby, I need you.”
I glance up at Dom and see him staring at me with the same feral need that I feel for him. Any doubt that might have remained in him disappears as his gaze shifts to one of pure reverence. This is it. Dom is it for me.
Our eyes remain locked as I push a third finger deep inside. He winces at the pressure, but the look quickly morphs into pleasure as he strokes himself. I lean over to grab a condom out of the drawer, wishing there was no need for any barriers between us. “Some day, when you’re ready and trust me enough, I want to feel my cock inside of you without anything between us. I don’t ever want anything keeping me from being as close to you as possible.”
Dom’s fingers curl around my hand. “I do trust you, Tony. It may be the stupidest thing I’ve said in my life, but God help me, I trust you. And I’ve never let anyone near me without protection.”
The words nearly bring tears to my eyes. Knowing that this is something just for the two of us overwhelms me. Dom tosses the condom to the floor before sliding his arms around my back. “I want all of you,” he says, his voice raspy with desire. If I wasn’t already kneeling on the bed, the sincerity in his eyes would have knocked me off my feet.
Dom’s hand wraps around my cock as he arches his hips off the bed, stroking me twice before positioning me at his entrance. “Take me, baby,” he pleads.
Reaching for the discarded bottle of oil, I pour some directly into the seam of Dom’s ass. “I’m going to give you what you want,” I warn him before pressing inside. I’m barely inside his channel when I have to stop and take a few deep breaths. Feeling Dom’s heat without the buffer of the latex is intense.
Dom’s face twists as he adjusts to my girth, grunting in pleasure. I push deeper, stilling when awareness tingles through my spine warning me how close I am to spilling into Dom. “Oh fuck, baby. Yeah. That’s all yours. Just yours.” Promises keep flowing between us as I bury myself deep in Dom’s ass.
“I love you, baby. I love you so fucking much.” I can’t contain the words as I take long, sensual strokes inside his body. I move over his body, shifting so I’m crouching over his body, which is now folded over itself. Dom’s eager mouth opens, moaning with the deeper penetration.
“Only yours,” I tell him. Dom runs his hands along the length of my calves as I pound into him. “Just…yours…you feel so fucking good.”
I sit back on my haunches so I can watch Dom stroke himself as I bury myself deep in his ass over and over again. “I love you so much, Dom.”
“I love you too, Tony.” The widest smile breaks across Dom’s face, forcing me to pull out because there’s no way I’m ready for this to end. “Lie on your back.”
Dom straddles my hips, perching over my cock. I shove another pillow under my head so I can watch as my shaft disappears inside his body. “You’re fucking beautiful,” I sigh. My hands move to Dom’s hips, digging my fingers tightly into his flesh as he rides me hard and fast. There’s no way I’m going to last like this.
I’m completely entranced as I watch Dom suck his middle finger deep into his mouth. He leans back, reaching to fuck me with his finger. “Baby, not…gonna…oh, FUCK!” I scream as my cock convulses, filling Dom.
I look down at Dom’s body, cursing myself for coming like a damned teenager as his engorged head pulses. I shift from under his body so I’m on my hands and knees before him. It doesn’t take Dom long to realize that I want everything I just gave him. I don’t care if it’s one thrust and done, I need him to mark me.
“You’re fucking amazing, baby.” I look over my shoulder and watch as Dom drags his fingers along his seam, gathering my come to coat his shaft. “I love you so fucking much.”
Saying those three words has gone from something I never thought I’d say to becoming my favorite phrase. I can’t stop myself from saying it over and over as Dom buries himself inside of me.
He pounds into me hard, almost painfully so, but I want that from him. I want everything Dom will give me. “Not gonna last long, baby,” Dom warns me. I arch my back, rocking furiously to meet every thrust. I feel his entire body stiffen as he comes with a primal scream.
Dom collapses over me, rolling so I’m nestled against his body. The worry I felt over whether or not Dom told me he loved me out of a need to reciprocate vanishes as he holds me in the dark, peppering every inch of exposed skin he can reach with open-mouthed kisses.
I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to hold off on selling Pinnacle. Part of me wants to believe Tony when he tells me that it’s possible to keep my interest in it without being on-site every day, but that’s not the way life works. There are times, like this week, when my clients expect me to be there, overseeing their retreats.
The last few execs file out of the lodge, and I snap my laptop closed, ready to head back home. On the days when I’m bored and restless, Tony asks if I regret my decision. I’ll admit, there have been a few times I’ve wondered if I did the right thing, but I’ve never regretted anything about my time with Tony. And being in Phoenix, with him back in Virginia, I realize that home is wherever he is. It’s the life we’re building together.
“Dom, do you have a minute before you go?” Jenni asks as I finish packing the last few files into my bag.
“For you, anything,” I say, giving her a smile I hope she doesn’t see through. It’s not that I’m lying, because I would do just about anything for her. She’s almost as passionate as I was when I first started the company, and I’m blessed to have someone as adept as she is running the day-to-day operations. Any other time, I’d gladly sit and talk to her for hours, but I’m trying to get home to spend at least a few hours with Tony before he leaves town for an advanced training course. The timing couldn’t be worse, but we knew when we got together that we both had lives that had to go on.
I sit back in my leather desk chair, propping my feet on the edge of the desk. “What’s up?”
“I wanted to go over some ideas I have for the summer. We can talk more about it when we Skype next week, but I wanted to give you time to look over this proposal.” She hands me a thick packet of information. When I flip to the second page, I see that she’s hoping to run a few adventure camps this summer, during some of the weeks we typically slow down with corporate retreats.
“I thought it’d be something good we could do to give back. I know it’d mean bringing on more staff, but I was thinking we could talk to the local colleges and see about hiring some temp staff,” she informs me, nibbling at the corner of her mouth nervously. “It may not make any sense to do, and it’s probably too late to do it this year, but I thought it’d be something else we could add.”
The more I skim the information, the more excited I get about the prospect. She’s right, there’s no way we can pull the teams together in time to do anything this year, but I’m going to have her spearhead the organization for next year.
I laugh, wondering if Tony has somehow gotten in touch with Jenni, because this is exactly the type of thing he’s been urging me to do. Not this, specifically, but he’s insistent that I shouldn’t sell Pinnacle, because there’s so much growth potential.
“Dom, you don’t have to do anything with it, really,” Jenni says. I look up and her cheeks are flushed with embarrassment.
“No, I wasn’t laughing at you,” I promise her. “It’s just that Tony’s been pushing me to find ways to diversify, and now you toss this in my lap. Either you two are working together behind my back, or I really needed fresh eyes to see the opportunities I’m missing out on.”
“Well, you’ve kept that gorgeous man of yours all the way across the country, so I can guarantee you we haven’t been teaming up against you,” she teases. “It’s probably just a case of great minds thinking alike.”
I shove the folder of information in with the rest and glance at my pho
ne. I have about thirty minutes to get to the airport if I don’t want to race through security. “Yeah, I’m sure that’s it. I’ll go over this in the next week, and then we’ll talk about it. Okay?”
“Sounds good, boss.” I wave as I walk out of the building, feeling better than I can remember being in a long time. I still hate the time I have to spend away from Tony when a major client comes in, but it’s okay. I might be able to do this.
The house is dark when I walk inside. I flip on the kitchen light and see a note from Tony, letting me know he picked up a shift for one of his buddies who had a family emergency. I send him a quick text, and start unpacking while I wait for a response.
An hour later, there’s still nothing. I turn on the scanner and hear chatter about a café fire in town. Over the past few months, this little box has become my best friend. When I know something’s going on, I sit at the breakfast bar, trying to keep tabs so my mind can’t race out of control. Tony says it’s a bad habit, but he doesn’t push it because he knows how nervous I am about what he does.
With nothing better to do, I get up and start cooking. It sounds like the guys have already been on the scene for a while, so they’re going to be hungry when they get back. I’ve done it a few times, and some of the guys give Tony a hard time about his boyfriend taking care of everyone like a den mother, but they never have a problem eating the food.
When it sounds like they’re loading up to head back to the station, I carefully place the pans of ziti into the trunk of the Charger and drive into town. By the time I stop off to pick up something for dessert, because I’m not about to waste homemade baked goods on this group, the trucks are all back in the garage and the guys are getting cleaned up.
“DeLuca, the wife’s here,” his buddy, Anderson calls out. First name Anderson, not last, as he quickly pointed out to me the first time we met. I think he was rambling, trying to come up with anything to say, because it was easier than addressing the elephant in the room. In our case, that elephant was the fact that he’d just walked into the alley to find Tony with his tongue shoved down my throat.
“Fuck off! You’re just jealous no one’s sucking your cock these days,” Tony yells from somewhere in the back. He walks out with a towel wrapped around his waist and another drying his hair. It takes every bit of willpower I possess to not think about the fact that he’s naked under there. “Hey, baby.”
I duck away when he leans in to kiss me. I’m still not exactly comfortable with public affection in the station, especially not when he’s practically naked. Tony thinks I’m insane, but I figure we’re lucky no one has caused bigger problems for Tony than a few sophomoric pranks.
“Get dressed and I’ll be in the kitchen.” I inform him. Anderson, who’s already had his turn in the showers, is at the back of the car, waiting to see what I brought with me. I may want to consider getting a hobby if some of the guys are starting to equate me showing up after a fire with them getting a hot meal.
While most of the crew finishes getting cleaned up, and whatever it is they do out there, I make myself busy in the kitchen, getting dinner ready to put on the table. Not exactly how I hoped to spend the one night we’ll have together in over a week, but at least I’m not sitting around the house irritated that he’s working.
Tony walks in and starts helping me pull plates and glasses out of the cupboards. “You do know you don’t have to do this, right?”
“Yeah, but it’s better than sitting home alone,” I say, not doing a great job hiding my annoyance. “Besides, I knew the guys would be hungry and most of them enjoy it. I blame Mama, she’s the one who taught me to cook when I’m anxious.”
“I do love that woman.” Tony laughs as he kisses my cheek. He jumps back at the sound of someone clearing his throat across the room. We both look up to see the chief looking somewhat amused at having caught us. “Sir, sorry about that. I was just trying to thank Dom for taking care of us.”
Chief Mitchell motions for the two of us to take a seat at the long dining table. We do, and I shift uncomfortably on the wooden bench. The way he’s looking at us now is precisely why I keep telling Tony we have to keep our distance.
“I wanted to talk to the both of you, before everyone comes in to eat.” The older man tugs at the collar of his shirt, which only makes me more nervous. “Dom, you have no clue how much of a help it is when you bring food down, but I do worry about how it affects Tony.”
“Sir?” I ask, not ready to admit that these same thoughts have crossed my mind.
“This is a bit of a man’s world, and I’m worried how the guys might act toward Tony. I have enough shit to raise my blood pressure, I don’t need to add to it, wondering if any of my men are being assholes,” he says gruffly.
“Sir, I appreciate the concern, but it’s nothing I can’t handle,” Tony assures him, reaching for my hand beneath the table. “When we’re on the scene, I’m not any different than the rest of them.”
Chief Mitchell stands, knocking his fist against the wooden table. “Good to hear. If anything changes, you’ll tell me?” Tony nods, and the chief leaves us alone.
By the time I get home, it’s almost two in the morning. In less than seven hours, I have to be back to the station so a few of us can drive Richmond for three days of intense training. I used to live for these trips, but it’s bittersweet now, because it means time away from Dom.
I sneak into the bedroom, and find Dom sitting up in bed with papers strewn everywhere. He looks sexy as hell in his reading glasses, and I start calculating how much sleep I need because I really don’t want to wait three more days to be with him. Unfortunately, my body chooses that moment to remind me what a crappy day it’s been. My muscles are all sore, and my back is killing me. I need to start focusing on spending time in the gym again, because I can feel myself going soft.
“Hey you, I was starting to wonder if you’d be home at all,” Dom greets me when he realizes I’m standing in the door watching him work. He starts shuffling the papers into a stack as I strip out of my uniform. He turns down the quilt and I climb in next to him, picking up the papers.
“What’s all this?” I ask. The last time we talked about it, Dom seemed fairly intent on selling his company, which I truly believe is the worst thing he could do. From the looks of it, he might be coming around, because the proposal he’s looking at isn’t something that would interest a man who’s getting out.
“Jenni asked me to take a look,” he responds, trying to take the papers out of my hands. “She has some solid ideas for how we can drive more business over the summer. Not this year, obviously, but it’s worth looking at for next year.”
“So, have you thought more about what I said last week?” I ask, not wanting to push the subject.
“I have,” he informs me, stuffing the papers into the nightstand before he turns out the light. “And if you want, we can talk about that in the morning. Right now, talking is the last thing I want to do.”
“I like the way you think,” I say, draping one of my legs over his.
The only good thing about him having to divide his time between Phoenix and Virginia is that there’s always welcome home sex.
“Dom, you know I understand what you’re going through right now, but it’s been over six months. Don’t you think it’s about time for you to decide whether you’re going to sell or not?” This has become a weekly ritual for Andrew and me. He calls every Thursday morning, right about the time I’m taking a cup of coffee and a bagel out to the back deck, and asks me if I’m ready to sell Pinnacle. Every week, I tell him that I’m not and that he’ll be the first to know if it comes to that.
Had it not been for Tony, I likely would have sold to Andrew months ago. There’s still a piece of me that wants to sever all ties to anything I might have done because of Brandon, but Tony is the one who pointed out that it’d be a poor business decision to give someone else the company I’ve worked hard to build. Not only that, but he’s recently started pressing me to g
ive Jenni more responsibility for running the Phoenix location so I can look into opening more sites around the country.
“You’re right, Andrew,” I respond flatly. My tone of voice is the exact opposite of the smug grin on my face. “And you’ll be happy to know that I’ve made a decision.”
“It’s about fucking time,” Andrew grumbles.
“I’m not selling.” Silence fills the line for a long enough period that I look down to see if Andrew’s disconnected the call.
I pull the laptop over my legs, pulling up the spreadsheets Tony’s been helping me compile for the past month. And by ‘helping me’ I mean that he’s become obsessed with the idea of turning Pinnacle into something bigger than I ever dreamed it would be. The more he shares his ideas with me, the more I wish there was a way to get him to step away from the firefighting and be my partner in every way. The man is truly brilliant. But I won’t mention that to him because he’s living his dream and I understand what that means to him.
“Check your email,” I inform Andrew, hoping he’ll be as eager to jump on board with me as he is to buy-out the company I’ve built from the ground.
“Holy hell, Dom. This all looks promising, but why didn’t you tell me you were thinking about expanding?” Andrew seems a bit hurt that I haven’t shared this idea with him since he is the guru when it comes to whether or not a business has potential.
Tony’s found five similar companies to my own in different parts of the country. What sets them apart is each of these sites are falling apart without the right mix of talent to help them flourish. Now, it’s a matter of scouring through everything we can find on each company so we can create a shortlist and move in for the kill. It’s perfect, really, because it’s a venture that will bring Andrew and me back together as well as eventually turn into something that Tony and I can share to whatever level he’s comfortable.
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