Shutout (The Renegades Series Book 5)

by Melody Heck Gatto

  His lips followed his fingertips as they traced over her shoulder tattoos and then the ones down her arm, sending chills through her body. She unbuttoned his dress shirt one button at a time, revealing the ink on his chest. The shirt still was tucked into his pants but she couldn’t resist his tattoos. Sliding the shirt off his shoulders, she ran her fingers over his collarbone and across his chest. His breathing quickened, his eyes intent on her. She pressed her hand over his heart, and could feel it pound against his chest.

  His lips met hers again, pulling her into a wave of passion as his tongue swept over her lips. “Hailee…” he whispered against her lips.

  Her body was overriding everything her brain was saying; she wanted him. Now. She missed his touch. Hailee tugged at his slacks, but they were secured with not only a button and zipper, but a belt. As she fumbled, his large hands covered hers and quickly unfastened them and let them drop to the floor. He toed off his shoes before stepping out of the pants.

  Her glance swept over him. The professional hockey league had been good to him because he was more muscular than the last time she had seen him. His muscles rippled and invited her touch. His body was adorned with ink, so many designs, each one moving her eye to the next. An amazing tiger sat on his neck, its mouth open showing teeth, snarling. His last name ZANETTI curved around his neckline. His arms were covered in colored ink, some graphics so intricate she would need a closer look.

  Before she could, he pulled away from her, discarded his socks, then brought her onto the bed with him, pinning her under his massive body. His weight on top of her felt so good, so right. His lips took over hers, fiercely consuming her mouth. His kiss was harder and more forceful than before; she reciprocated with one just as passionate. Don’t let go.

  She locked her fingers behind his neck, keeping him in place. His hands traveled around her waist to her bra, then unhooked it with one swift movement. His hand slid under the now loose fabric, cupping her waiting breast. His rough hands caressed her nipple and drew little circles around it.

  He kissed the side of her mouth before moving to her nipple. His warm mouth lowered against her, his tongue swirling around the taut peak. Her breath grew ragged with every sweep of his tongue, her underwear now damp. With every suck, her senses were heightened more, causing her to jump when he caressed her stomach. His hand moved lower, and lower. The pit of her stomach quivered, knowing where he was going. He ran two fingers over her fabric-covered clit and her body arched at his touch.

  He watched her reaction with a raised eyebrow and a cocky smile. His sex hair hung in his face, the gel no longer holding it in place. “These clothes, they’re in the way.” Dominic tossed her bra aside, and taking her underwear by the waistband, pulled them off and tossed them over his shoulder. She didn’t even care where they landed.

  Now completely exposed in front of him, Hailee grabbed his arm and pulled him back to her. She needed to feel his skin on hers.

  “Hailee, goddamn, these tatts are sexy as hell,” he mumbled as he kissed down her arm, switching to her ribs, touching on every design. His lips on her stomach caused her to jump because he was still moving and she knew where his lips were heading.

  It had been too long and she just wasn’t ready for that yet. “Dominic,” she gasped. “Not yet.”

  “No?” He sat up enough to look at her with question on his face.

  “Not yet,” she begged.

  “Okay, sweet-tart. We’ll ease into this. We have all night.” Dominic lowered his head again to her stomach, his talented lips causing chills to run through her as he descended down her body.

  Expectations building, causing butterflies of anxiety to flutter in her stomach. His lips slid past her girly parts, and kept going down to her thigh. She had a butterfly inked on the top of her left thigh, and a Koi fish with cherry blossoms on her right. Dominic’s lips ran over each before he finally kissed between her thighs.

  She gasped, sucking in a breath as electricity ran through her. “Dommminnniccc….” She moaned.

  He stopped at a kiss, and she thought she was going to burst with anticipation. He caressed her inner thighs, slowly teasing her. She grabbed at the sheets when pressure and heat filled her as he inserted one finger, then two into her, causing pleasure she hadn’t felt in years. Her body shivered with desire as he slid his long fingers in and out of her. She was at his mercy lying there under his hand. If she let herself, she could come right now. He flicked her clit with his thumb and fireworks exploded behind her eyelids.

  She tightened her muscles and concentrated on not letting herself go. Dominic, you really had to do that? As incredible as this felt right now, this was not the way she wanted things to happen. She wanted more than just a wham-bam roll in the hay. She wanted it to last.

  Twisting her hips, she pulled away.

  “Sweet-tart, you okay?” Dominic looked up at her.

  “Perfectly fine.”

  “You just want more than that, huh? Yeah, I see it in your face, angel.” He retreated and slithered out of his briefs before crawling up her body.

  She stared at his large erection; it was hard to miss and even harder to take her eyes away from. He always was impressive in the hard-on department. She quivered as Dom kissed up her body, his hot muscular figure molding on top of her. His mouth lingered over her stomach, then carefully gave lots of attention to her nipples, then brushed her collarbone and neck before meeting her lips.

  He started off sweet and warm, but slowly progressed into a hot assault on her mouth. His tongue pushed inside, exploring and twisting and dancing with hers. While he cupped her breast, his teeth nipped at her lip, and his fingers crept their way to her nipple, teasing and caressing it. A gentle tug on her nipple caused her to arch her body into his, placing his dick dangerously close to her opening.

  We should be using a condom. Her nagging brain was the only thing stopping her from letting him push his amazing erection inside.

  Ugh. She hated asking and breaking the moment, but it was the responsible thing to do. “Um, Dominic. Condom?”

  Dominic nodded with a panty dropping grin. “Right.” He slid off her, leaving her body chilled in the absence of his.

  She rolled onto her side to watch as he sat on the edge of his bed and rummaged through his drawer. He had tatts on his back, too. The logos for Toronto’s and New York’s hockey teams graced each of his shoulders, with the Renegades logo at the base of his neck. The word “Dynasty” was inked across his shoulders between the two logos. No one ever said his family was modest. She reached out and ran her finger over the word.

  He tipped his head up, closing his eyes at her touch. He was so handsome and sexy and she wanted nothing more than for him to make love to her. Her brain had no say in this.

  In one fluid movement, Dominic was back on top of her and his latex-covered erection pushed at her throbbing girly parts. Taking her mouth in his, he slid one arm under her shoulder, and while using the other to flick at her nipple, he slowly pushed inside of her.

  Hailee ran her fingers down his back, her nails scraping at his skin as he pushed harder and fully inside of her. He held her tight to him as he filled her completely. She had forgotten how good he felt, and how well they fit together, like puzzle pieces. Hot, X-rated, puzzle pieces.

  Rocking in and out of her, his heavy weight on top of her made it all the more intense. She groaned into his lips. Her hands grasped at his hips, slowing his pace, holding him in her longer. She would’ve been happy if he moved in slow motion. The slower he moved, the longer she would feel as one with him. I never want this to end. His mouth moved from her lips to her breast. Still grinding in and out of her, he sucked at her nipple and gently tugged at the other.

  The level of pleasure with every thrust doubled as he suckled her breast and teased at her nipple. She was sure her eyes were going to roll back into her head. A loud moan escaped her lips. “Oh, Dominic!”

  He looked up at her, that cocky grin never leaving his face. “Not
yet, baby. Let me give you a reason to scream my name.”

  Dominic readjusted his position, lifting her hips up off the bed and wrapping her legs around his waist. With one arm braced on the headboard, his other pulled her hips into his. She gasped as his dick slid deeper and harder inside her, and his cocky grin turned to a satisfied one. His thrusts started slow and deep but increased in speed and intensity until fire boiled in her core.

  “Oh Dom…” She whined and whimpered as he thrust harder and faster. “Dominic!” Her body quivered as she let go, finally getting the release she so craved. He sped up his movements and then he was there, going over the edge with her as they climaxed together.

  Dominic kept grinding on her, possibly in response to the low moans that continued to fall from her lips. Finally, her body shivered as he crawled off her. He tossed the condom then curled around her. “I missed you, Hailee,” he whispered in her ear.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Dominic

  Dom lay with Hailee so that her warm and sweaty body curled into his, and her head rested on his chest. His body still hummed from the best sex he’d had in years. This was why he couldn’t be with anyone but her. She was it for him. He didn’t sync with anyone else the way he did her.

  Her breathing was slow and quiet; she might be sleeping. God, she is beautiful. He brushed a piece of hair out of her face, hooking it behind her ear. Her eyes were closed, and Dom gently brushed his finger down her jaw, admiring her rosy cheeks and nose from their lovemaking, her lips still red and puffy from his kisses. This was the view that he missed, and the one he wanted to have again.

  He ran his fingertips down her soft, bare arm, outlining the ink along the way. His chubby was returning, even though he wasn’t ready to go again. Yet. He couldn’t help but touch her. His fingers trailed down her arm, then up her stomach, stopping at her beautiful, perky breasts. They always were one of his favorite features, besides her eyes.

  His dick twitched as he admired her breasts, and his mouth watered. He wanted to taste them again. Slowly sliding his fingers along her stomach, he lightly ran them over her breast before circling around her nipple. He could only reach one with the way she was curled next to him. Glancing down her naked body, he wanted to touch her again. He needed to.

  With any luck, he would get to. Reaching to his nightstand, he set a condom wrapper on the bed, just in case. He didn’t want to have to break the momentum this time.

  He gently kissed her temple, then slid his mouth down her cheek to her lips and placed a soft kiss along the side of her mouth. She stirred a bit, so he continued to tease her. Kissing down her neck, he playfully bit at her skin, careful not to leave any marks. A little moan escaped her lips and her eyes fluttered as he nipped at her neck.

  “Dominic?”

  Mmm, she looks delicious lying here. His mouth watered. He wanted to taste her, all of her. His half-chub turned into a full on hard-on, but his mind was already made up about his next move. “Hey sweet-tart, have a nice little cat-nap?”

  Before she could answer, he took her breast in his mouth, swirling his tongue around then sucking at her taut nipple. Once he bit at it, which made her squirm onto her back and brought the other breast into his reach. While devouring the one, he cupped his hand around the other and played with her nipple, hoping to double the intensity of his foreplay.

  Waking up more, she slid her hands into his hair while he sucked at her breasts. “Oh, Dominic.” She moaned breathlessly.

  Moving his mouth down her stomach, he looked up. She watched him, her eyes half lidded. He licked his lips as he got closer to his destination. Her body tensed. Slipping her legs over his shoulders, he bent his head down to her pussy.

  Her chest was rising and falling more heavily than before, her breaths faster. His dick was so hard that it hurt. But first things first; he dove right in, covering her opening with his mouth. She tasted sweet like he remembered. Her body arched when he slid his tongue inside her, which gave him better access. He moved his tongue in and out of her, getting a groan and whimper in reaction, and that egged him on more. Dominic sucked and lapped at her beautiful mouth, then flicked her clit with his tongue.

  “Oh, Dominic!” She tugged at his hair but he wasn’t ready to stop yet.

  Licking and sucking at her clit, he slid a finger, then two, inside of her. The combination of the two actions made her body throb in response, her breaths turned to panting. Her pussy was tightening around his fingers, and he knew she was close to coming.

  With his free hand, he grabbed the foil wrapper off the bed, and moved his mouth only to rip it open and spit the package away before returning to her clit. He slid it over his swollen, throbbing dick. Still sliding his fingers in and out of her while sucking at her clit, he sped up his movements until she screamed out his name and her pussy clenched around him.

  Not to miss the chance to make her come a second time while still on the high from the first, he quickly dropped her legs and sat up, thrusting his rock hard dick inside her already slick pussy. He pounded her hard until she cried out again in ecstasy, begging to come. He loved being in her, but he loved making her come even more. It was his pleasure to give her the ultimate orgasm. Her body began to quake, and he came hard while she rode against him.

  His kissed her deeply, devouring her mouth. He was still turned on, but his eyelids were starting to get heavy and her lips were the last things he remembered.

  * * *

  Sounds of someone walking around his room woke Dom. Grabbing his phone off the nightstand, he blinked his blurry eyes looking for the time. It was six o’clock in the morning. He was lying naked in bed and it took a moment to figure out what was happening. But it all quickly came back to him. Hailee was fumbling around his room, and she looked to be in a flustered state.

  That’s when it all made sense. Last night was their long night of insanely amazing make-up sex, or so he had thought. The wedding brought back old feelings and they had ended up here, in his bed. She should still be lying next to me, so what in the hell is she doing?

  “Hailee?”

  “Dominic, just go back to bed.” Her tone wasn’t very nice, more like short tempered and verging on annoyed. Which in turn, annoyed him, even in his morning fog.

  “Uh, no. Now what the hell are you doing?” He sat up, pulling the sheet up to his lap.

  “Leaving.” She still wasn’t looking at him as she searched the room for all the parts of her outfit from last night.

  “Wait. Where are you going?” A weight settled in his stomach like a huge stone. In the back of his mind, he had known this was going to happen. Last night had been all too easy.

  “I don't know.” She quickly dressed. Struggling to pull on her pantyhose, she poked her finger right through them. She huffed, irritated. “Oh come on…”

  “Hailee, just stay. Please. Let's talk about this.” Dom patted the bed. Whatever was wrong, they could talk it over. “Hailee.”

  “What, Dominic? What is there to talk about?” Her words were harsh, but her eyes weren’t angry. There was more than a hint of sadness in them. She was hurting and he wished he knew why.

  He could think of multiple things to discuss. Starting with why she was leaving after a really amazing, possibly life changing night of sex. And then maybe what she was scared of, and what exactly happened years ago when she broke things off with them. Maybe he could tell her that he hadn’t been able to be serious about another girl since her, because, well, she was the only one for him. Maybe they could discuss all of the above.

  “See? There's nothing to talk about.” No longer looking at him, she proceeded to poke a hole in the other leg of her nylons with the haphazard way she was rushing to put them on.

  “Look, I want you to stay. You don’t have to leave. I can make breakfast, or we can order out. We can—”

  “What? Talk? Dominic, there's nothing to talk about. This was a—” She stopped short of what she intended to say but he knew what she was thinking. Mistake. May
be she didn’t believe what she was going to say, or maybe she just didn’t want to be that mean.

  Either way, he didn’t believe her. Something wasn’t right with all of this. “A what, Hailee? I honestly want to know what you were going to say.”

  “Nothing,” she said quietly.

  “Look, if you're set on leaving, there's a pair of sweat pants in the drawer, just wear those, and grab any tee and sweatshirt that you want.” She was struggling with those nylons and he was tired of watching that debacle. For whatever reason she was pissed, and when she was like that, there was no talking to her. But that didn’t mean he still wasn’t going to try. “Swee—”

  “Don't, Dominic. Please.”

  He put his hand up in defeat. He wasn’t ready to give up on her, but he didn’t want to fight; he knew his limits. “Fine.” Hailee tended to overreact and sometimes after she thought things over, she calmed down. “I'm going to go make some coffee. Take as much time as you need, then I'll make us some eggs.”

  He pulled on a pair of sweats, and before leaving the room, he took a long look at her, knowing damn well it could be his last. “I'm willing to do whatever you need me to so things are okay.”

  She didn't look convinced. Actually, she looked sad. Her eyes were dull. The fire from last night was extinguished. He wasn't dumb. Fuck. She already had one foot out the door and he damn well knew it.

  So, coffee it is. Dom half-heartedly smiled before shutting the bedroom door behind him.

  He slowly walked to the kitchen and pulled out the coffee grinds. He boiled the water for the French Press, and poured in the grinds. But he knew what was coming. The bedroom door creaked open, then half a minute later the front door slammed shut. Just like that, she was gone. Again.