“Obviously, because you da man, Dom,” I sarcastically snap and Dom looks dreadfully embarrassed. “Okay, so you bang her and get kudos from your clan of cunts. How did that teach you anything?”
“Well, the event went off like a nuclear bomb and everyone wanted a repeat performance so for our summer bash. We booked Lucy again. I kinda guessed she’d expect more of the same…” He looks hesitant to say the words I already know so I help the poor bastard out, just to move the story along.
“So after the repeat performance..?” I rotate my finger to signal to keep going.
“She started calling me. Normally I’d just change my number but with her popularity you kind of feel like you can’t refuse her things. Only, she didn’t want to visit Birmingham to play a gig. Just to visit me,” he admits and I recall Shaz saying Lucy spoke of Dominic with affection. Obviously she had some real feelings for him. I feel so sorry for her, that he treated her so disposably. This doesn’t sound like the Dominic I know, only the alter ego I heard of before he arrived at Xtreem.
“Anyway, I started giving her bullshit excuses and hoped she would take the hint. In the end she called me on my bullshit and threw a load of insults at me. Granted, none of them were as insulting as what you’ve called me, but I reacted badly to her calling a spade a spade and force feeding me a world of home truths. I called her some awful names too.”
Now he gets up from the floor, standing by the window and he looks angry and I don’t think it is aimed at Lucy. It appears to be a healthy dose of self loathing. I mentally applaud Lucy.
“I realised Lucy was so angry because she was hurt and it made me think about all the others I’d treat like shit, that I treat worse than Lucy. I was worse than my dad, a man I lived with but still loathed. He only fucked up once and lost mum. I’d fucked up so many times and never felt an ounce of remorse or regret.” Dom curls his lip and shakes his head.
“I know you deserve better than that, Tara, better than me. I don’t deserve anyone, let alone someone as amazing as you. I felt so badly about Lucy that I called and apologised. I told her she deserved better than me, too. That I knew we’d been intimate but there was never any feeling in it for me and that if there was for her then I was sorry for treating that with such frivolity. She understood, I think. Either way she forgave me for being a prick and we remained friends.”
“Hence why you were going to book her on the Frantic Friday show when I was being so stubborn?” I whisper and he nods.
“I didn’t do that to hurt you or throw Lucy in your face. It was as a genuine favour for her, maybe out of guilt. Anyway, the whole thing made me think about my life and I wanted to cut away from that and start afresh. I needed to shed all of it; the people, the scene, the drink and drug binges, the whole life I was leading. It was time to finally grow up. I missed my mum and when I told her about my plans to move away from Birmingham she asked Pops if he could offer me some work. Then I met you.” His eyes meet mine and I swallow hard. I see every bit of remorse for his actions in his eyes. He obviously lives with a lot of regret now. Rather than feel it after walking away from each easy lay, he got a tidal wave of regret all in one go. That must have been like a tsunami of self loathing to handle if he’s been about as much as I heard he has.
“So I wasn’t part of a bet? You didn’t get with me just to prove to yourself you could still bag that one last headliner?” I ask quietly and an expression of hurt crosses his face but he moves towards me with urgency in his eyes and drops to his knees before me on the hearth rug.
“Never. Tara, I cut everyone I knew in Birmingham off. Nobody had my number and I was still in self torture mode. I despised myself more than I could ever hate my dad. I wanted you to hate me. I wanted to dislike you, Shazza, any women I would regularly come into contact with because I’d sworn off women all together, swearing I’d only ever be with a woman if I felt more for her than lust. I loved our arguments, but this burning desire for you wouldn’t extinguish, no matter how hard I tried. You just got under my skin, besotted me and I thought I wanted you because I knew I couldn’t have you.” He takes my face softly in his palms making me meet his shimmering green eyes. “But the more I tried to stay away the more you taunted my every waking moment, damn, every moment. I dreamed about you, I couldn’t get you out of my head. Not just fantasies of sleeping with you but spending time with you, anywhere, doing anything. I craved your time and attention. I wanted to get to know you better, and the more I did, the more I felt with this.” He places my hand on his heart. It’s racing as fast as mine and I look from his chest back to his eyes that beg my understanding.
“Me, too. The more I tried to stay away the more my mind obsessed over you. There was a sexual pull, but it was more than just that,” I admit and I see a quirk of his lips.
“I’ve been desperate to try and explain myself to you but when you shut me out, wanting space, I knew you needed it. I remembered dad begging my mum for another chance and her trying, but she wanted to torture him every time they were together. I don’t think I could have held up if that was us. I knew if you were going to hear me out from beginning to end then we had to be somewhere where nobody would barge in on us or where you could run when the truth got too sickening to listen to. Hence, this place. I knew if you were willing to come all the way here with me then there was part of you that wanted to hear every dirty detail. And now you have. Am I important enough to you to be forgiven?” His eyes plead and when I don’t immediately answer but lay my palms over his, cupping my face, his eyes well up, fear flashing brightly. It’s like a fear so deep it comes from his heart and radiates through his eyes. My heart breaks just seeing it.
“Dominic, there is no one and nothing more important to me than you. I love you,” I admit with a watery smile as tears well in my own eyes.
Relief floods his face and he smiles, not a cocky grin or a teasing smirk, a genuinely happy smile that seems to light up his watery eyes.
“You love me?” He whispers. I nod, biting my lip as his thumb traces my cheek. “You really love me?” He seems astounded and I smile.
“I really do.”
With that he laughs, tipping his head back. “She loves me!” He shouts to nobody in particular before meeting my eyes again. “I’m going to prove myself to you, Tara. I’m going to be worthy of you and spend every day from here on in showing you how much I love you.”
I close my eyes for the impending kiss that is so tender and gentle I have to hold his face to know he is definitely there, kissing me back. He puts all his love and affection into one kiss that renders me numb to everything but my love for him. Our love for each other.
Our tongues dance and I run my fingers into his hair, savouring the feel that I have missed as of late. I involuntarily groan when he slowly lowers me back, our kiss never breaking. The connection more important than anything else in existence right now.
He covers me with his body and starts to burn a trail of kisses down my jaw, my throat and I’m soon panting. I run my hands up his back and want less clothing between his skin and my touch. I pull his jumper from the waist and he momentarily breaks off from his burning kisses to help me remove his top, quickly removing mine too. I’ve barely laid my head back before he leans over me again, his fingers moving stray hairs off of my face. He seems to stall for a beat and I still, waiting for him to resume his kisses. When he just continues to survey my face and trail his fingertips through my hair I give him a quizzical look. “Are you okay?”
A lazy smile spreads over his face and he nods. “Now I’m here with you, now I know you forgive me, everything is perfect. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if you had agreed to play in Birmingham?”
“I think fate found a way to keep us apart until we were meant to meet, Dominic,” I whisper, running my fingers down his back. The fire warms us and casts light across his face, I’ve missed him so damn much I never want to leave his side again.
“Well, thank god it did. I would have wrecked the o
nly chance of finding the best thing in my life if you’d have played that night. My first and only love. You will forever be my always. You have no idea how much I cherish you, sweetheart.” His voice is barely a whisper and his words warm my heart. I take his face in my hands and tell him with my words, eyes and heart. “You’re my first and last love, Dominic. Eternal.” I bring his mouth to mine.
His fingers trail down over my throat and skim down to the strap of my top. He devours my mouth as he slides my vest top up my body and off, quickly unclipping my bra and removing it with ease. He tosses it to the side before moving his mouth to a really sensitive spot behind my ear. My whole body breaks out in goose bumps and my skin tingles, my nipples puckering. His fingertips burn a heated path down the valley between my breasts as his lips drop feather light kisses down to the mounds of my breasts. I arch my back off the floor, desperate to feel his mouth on my pebbled peaks.
“Beautiful,” he whispers before taking the hard nipple into his hot, greedy mouth and I sigh, all my core muscles contracting in need. I’m heady with desire and my nails pinch into his shoulders, wanting to feel his skin against mine. All of him against all of me, within me, filling me. I groan when he moves to the other nipple and softly nibbles, causing just the right amount of sting to balance out the mind blowing, toe curling pleasure.
I make a grab for his belt but his hands stop me. He sits back on his hunches and I take a second to admire his perfect upper body. My God, he is fucking stunning to look at. No wonder women threw themselves at him. I pout at the loss of physical connection between us and make another grab for his belt but he takes my hand and bends to kiss it.
“Not yet, baby. This is all about you. I want to taste and pleasure every single part of you. Let me show you how I love you, birthday girl.” His eyes gleam in the fire light.
I relent and offer my body to him, let him do with it as he wishes. He quickly removes my socks and jeans, taking a second to admire me in just my new Victoria’s Secret panties. “You look amazing in lace, Tara, but you look perfect in nothing,” he breathes before gently peeling my knickers down, over my thighs and off. He is practically panting just looking at me, his eyes hooded with desire and I feel my blood heat further still under his gaze. He kneels between my open thighs and leans in to kiss my mouth, tasting me and his tongue caresses every part of my mouth. When thoroughly kissed he returns to my breasts, twirling his tongue around my hardened peaks.
I’m writhing beneath him and soaking between my legs, my pussy clenching in delight at the desire blazing throughout my whole being. Every single nerve ending is singing and craving his touch. He glides his fingertips up from my hips, over my ribs and he lays my arms above my head, still trailing his tingling touch over my underarms over my sensitive skin to my wrists.
“Keep your hands here, sweetheart,” he whispers in my ear before kissing his way down my body to my hips. His hands slide over my hips and underneath my lower back. He grips my bottom and lifts my hips off of the floor before he lowers his mouth to the mound of my shaven pussy, laying wet kisses over the small trail of hair.
The second his lips touch the folds of my sex, I groan, my eyes rolling in my head as his tongue glides down around my opening. He squeezes my buttocks and lifts my sex an inch higher before his hot mouth covers my clit and I bulk underneath him. The tight knot of nerves radiates waves of ecstasy, ebbing out from my core to every tingling, shaking limb of my body. I groan in pleasure, pressing my sex into his mouth and he holds my buttocks firm, forcing me to move at the slow, torturous pace he is setting. My hands move down to his head and I grip his hair.
“Hmm Hmm,” he hums against my pussy, telling me to put my hands back, but the vibration of his humming just drives me closer to orgasm and it takes me all my restraint to put my hands back above my head.
When I do he starts to gently suck and nibble on my clit and his hands drop my hips back to the floor. His fingers glide up the inside of both my thighs making them shake and quiver and when they reach the apex he slides two fingers into my slicken sex, hooking his fingers on the inside wall to hit my G spot. The pleasure trebles in a millisecond and I gasp. “Holy fuck.”
Within seconds my internal muscles are clamped around his fingers so tight he knows I’m going to drop into the huge void of my orgasm. He hums again and it’s all it takes to knock me over the edge into the freefall of my climax. I explode into a million pieces beneath him as his mouth continues to work me through the aftershocks. When I final reconnect my mind with my body Dominic removes his fingers from my sex and trails the moisture around my nipples.
I look down and watch him lick the evidence of my orgasm from his lips. I’m panting and laid bare beneath him, watching him do to me whatever the hell he wants. His eyes meet mine and he gives me a filthy grin before trailing his thumb over my bottom lip. I promptly lick my lips and grin, knowing he loves it when I taste myself.
He lowers his mouth to my breasts and suckles the peaks, hard, cleaning them of every tiny spot of cum before he lowers his mouth to mine and kisses me gently. “You taste so perfect. I could feast on you for hours.”
I wriggle beneath him, ready to feel him deep inside of me. “Enough feasting, Goliath. I want you to fuck me,” I pant, trailing my finger down from his collarbone, over his solid chest and corrugated abs to the trail of dark hairs leading below his waistband.
Dominic makes a tusking sound and wiggles his finger at me like a naughty school girl. “No fucking, sweet thing. I’m going to love you.” His eyes promise as the fire cracks beside us.
I make a mewling sound as I writhe beneath him, desperate to feel him inside me but he stands. He pulls two cushions from the sofa and places one under my bottom and the other beneath my head. Once happy he looms over me, observing me with eyes full of burning desire and passion. He opens his belt, unsnapping the button on his jeans he lowers them and his boxers in one swift movement, pulling them off, complete with socks until he stands before me, naked. His manhood stands erect and ready, my mouth goes dry and I practically purr, begging him with my eyes to join me on the floor.
He lowers himself over me, his body heat radiating into me and I hook my legs behind his knees, trying to pull his hips down to me but he holds firm.
“Dominic, I need you,” I plead and he smiles.
“You’ll have me, sweetheart, all of me, heart, soul and body. I love you, Tara.” His eyes bore into mine and my heart clenches at his words. This man is my everything, he’s taught me how to open up again, how to let someone in and allow them access to my heart.
“I love you, too, Dominic.”
With that he lowers his lips to mine and his hips to mine and as he kisses me tenderly. Gently he slides inside me, so slowly. My body sings as he fills me but my heart also soars as we combine in every way possible, mind, body and essence.
He sinks in as far as possible, until he is deep inside me and he holds himself there whilst his tongue dances a slow dance with mine. A song starts to play on the iPod, one I’ve never heard before but a man sings of wanting a woman for the rest of his life. The words are so perfectly fitting as Dominic slowly starts to make love to me. The elevation of my hips means he is so deep within me and his slow, gentle thrusts hit my womb. I wrap my arms around his back, clinging to him for dear life as he takes me away from everything. We are lost in each other and with every shift of his hips his eyes stay locked with mine. We find a slow, sensual rhythm and I quicken around him, climbing the mountain of our climax with him and only then do I realise he hasn’t worn a condom. For the first time we are skin to skin, heart to heart and it just feels so damn right.
I feel myself approach my peak and I fight to hold off, wanting to fall at the same time as Dominic. He must sense this because his hands come up from beneath my shoulders to either side of my head and he holds me captive.
“Don’t close your eyes, Tara. I want to see you. I want you to see me, the real me,” he breathes and I blink my understanding before he ups
the tempo a fraction. It’s enough to tip me headlong towards my orgasm. My nails pinch into his shoulders, my legs wrapping around his hips and lock at the ankles, holding him tightly to me. The slight shift in position makes him hit that sweet spot and with three quick thrusts I gasp, my body singing as my orgasm shatters within me. Dominic holds himself deep as he emptied inside me and we both watch as the other unravels before our eyes.
I’m enraptured as I see everything fall away from Domininc’s eyes, everything sheds, the reputation, the cocksure façade and all that I see is the heart of an angel. His eyes tell me all I ever need to know about him. He loves me with his whole being and will die protecting and looking after me, for the rest of his life. I know he sees the same in my eyes because both our eyes well up at the magical moment we have just experienced together. I’ve never felt this connected to a person in my life. I’ve never truly felt like someone owns a part of me and I own a piece of them. In the moment, we are one.
I pull him to me and he nestles his face into the crook between my neck and my shoulder. We’re both panting, floating back down to earth together. I run my fingers through his hair as he lays kisses sporadically down my neck and over my shoulder.
“Happy Birthday, sweetheart. Thank you for sharing it with me.”
“Thank you, for making it the best birthday I’ve ever had, Dominic. There is no one else I would rather share it with.”
C hapter 16
We lay spooned on the drawing room floor watching the fire burn and the dark descend outside the window. Dominic pulled a blanket from the back of the sofa and we are wrapped in it, content and sated. “I was going to take you to Riber Castle today, but I think it’s too dark and cold now,” Dominic says, leaning up on one elbow and running a fingertip up and down my arm.
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