by K. L. Donn
“No, Deidre, it’s not. Let’s go inside.
Deidre. He didn’t call her that unless she was in trouble.
*****
Just before coming out back, Dom had received a phone call from a contact overseas. Turns out her father wasn’t waiting for him to bring her home. He was on his way to the U.S., presumably for her. He still had his associate looking into any information he could on why Bradshaw even wanted her to come back home. Because that, in all honesty, was the most puzzling question he had.
The only reason he’d even agreed to find her in the first place was because she was his, and he’d planned to make sure she had the life she deserved free from her father. Things had changed quickly, though, and now he had new mission. Protect her at all costs. There wasn’t a thing he wouldn’t do to keep her with him.
When they entered the house, she went to sit at the table when he grabbed her hand pulling her to his chest. She refused to make eye contact with him so he swooped down and captured her lips with his own.
That got her fired up in a hurry. She was like a firecracker. A mix of passion and need waiting to explode, and he was ready for it all.
He sipped at her lips at first. Taking small nips before plunging his tongue into her mouth. Her moans of need fueled his own. Pulling her closer, breasts pressed against his chest, and her needy cunt rubbing against his hard cock. He was tempted to take her right there, but the timing was wrong. When he finally got her naked under him, he wanted no interruptions.
“Soon, Princess,” he promised as he pulled away from her lips.
Walking her into the living room, he sat in the big leather chair pulling her into his lap. “What’s wrong, Dominic?” she asked softly.
Sighing heavily, he dreaded having to tell her. “I won’t let you go, Deidre, not for fucking anything.” At her nod, he continued. “Bradshaw is on his way to the U.S.”
She stiffened in his lap. He would never fully understand why she felt the way she did about her father, but he needed for her to understand she belonged here now.
“I should leave.” She tried to get up from his lap.
“Like hell. You will stay here. He’s not taking you. He’s not going to lay eyes on you until I know exactly what it is that he wants from you. So far, my intel isn’t telling me much. I have a contact in London that’s gathering as much info as he can. And Case will be looking into it, too. We will know soon, Princess, until then you stay put.”
She still didn’t relax on his lap. “What if it’s bad?”
“Then I’ll deal with it.”
“But what if it’s something truly horrific, Dominic? You said he traded my life for his own. How can anything he wants from me be good? I can’t…You shouldn’t…I need to leave, Dominic. I can’t, and won’t, put you or Jaxson in danger. I refuse to take that risk.”
Grabbing her chin in a bruising grip, he waited for her eyes to connect with his. “Deidre, have I ever gone back on my word?” Head shake. “Have I ever let you down when it counts?” Another head shake. “Then please, let me handle this. If I find out it’s worse than I think, then we’ll readjust and come up with a plan. Until then, you stay put. No matter what. Understood?”
“I couldn’t bear to see you hurt is all,” she murmured cuddling into his chest and warming his heart.
“You won’t, Princess,” he promised, hoping he could keep it.
Seven
A few days later, Deidre was sitting on the back porch watching Goldie and Honey interact in one of the paddocks Dom had set up for them while Jax napped, and he and Case were looking into things with her father. She felt like she was in limbo again.
No one made her feel unwelcome, but she still felt like she was intruding and that was playing with her head. Dom claimed she was his, but he hadn’t tried to kiss again since telling her that her father was coming. They hadn’t heard anything else on that front other than he wouldn’t be able to find her.
Dom had bought the land he owned under his grandmother’s maiden name, so it wasn’t easily traced back to him. But she still lived in fear he would figure out her whereabouts. The worst part was, she didn’t fully understand why she was afraid. Just a feeling in her gut of foreboding.
Angela, Dom’s housekeeper/nanny, hadn’t been around too much either making her impression of being the outcast more real. She felt horrible she was preventing the other woman from doing her job. Casey had assured her this was how things were when Dom came home, but she wasn’t sure it was true. There were times when it felt like Dom was expecting to have Angela under foot, but then she wasn’t there.
Dee and Jax had fallen into a small routine over the last few days. Every morning at sunrise when the rooster crowed, he would crawl into bed with her, and they would talk about all sorts of things. His love of the farm, how much he missed Dom when he went away, and how fantastic his Unca Case was. He would ask her all sorts of questions about Ireland and what it was like there. She tried to remember as best she could, but she hadn’t been home in so long it was hard to recall. But she remembered the emotions her thoughts invoked. The feel home and love. Of freedom.
Eventually, he would fall asleep beside her satisfied with what she’d told him, but that morning, his questions had gotten harder. He asked about her family, then went on about how his dad was his hero, and rightly so. Dominic was amazing with his son, but she was having a hard time recalling when she hadn’t felt hatred for her own father. Trying to change the subject back to her mother and the adventures they had was futile because Jax always wanted to know more about her “da”. She got to the point where she told him it was time to sleep again. Thankfully, he’d been too tired to argue.
As soon as he was out, she left the bed and went outside and had been there ever since. The guys all seemed to know to leave her alone, which was a welcome relief, except she found she wanted Dom’s arms around her, his heat encasing her in warmth.
Now she regretted not going to him. She didn’t think he’d push her away, but he seemed stand-offish since that first day. Maybe it was self-preservation on his part, or maybe he realized she was too young for him. Thinking about why he hadn’t asked her to share his bed puzzled her, too. That first night she thought he was just giving her space, but now she wasn’t so sure, and she worried he’d given up on her.
A slamming door from the front of the house quickly drew her attention, same as it had Dom and Case as they came running towards her. When she got up to go see who was there so they wouldn’t wake Jax, Dom shot her a “stay there” look.
So she sat.
And she waited.
For about ten seconds...
*****
Sliding around the side of the house, she waited to hear what was said before making her presence known.
“Good day, gentleman,” a man greeted.
“How can we help you?” Dom asked him with an abundance of attitude.
“Are either of you Dominic Slade?”
“Who wants to know?” Case snarled.
“Got some paperwork for him,” he announced like that answered their question.
“Your name?” Case snapped.
Peeking around the corner, she saw the man eyeing up Case’s prosthetic leg. A nasty light entered his eyes. She had to bite her lip to keep quiet and blast the man for his ignorance.
“Well, since I know Mr. Slade is whole, you clearly aren’t him.” He smirked like he’d won some stupid pissing match.
A bark of laughter escaped Case as he said to him, “Your name or you can leave? By force or will. Your choice, buddy.”
He flat out ignored Casey now. Looking to Dom, he said, “Look, Mr. Slade, I’m here on behalf of one Brooke Christine Cavalier in regards to one baby Cavalier.”
Oh, this isn’t gonna end well. Deciding to step in before Dom killed the man and went to prison, she walked out from her hiding spot announcing, “Sorry, sir, I’m Dom Slade. How can I help you? And it’s actual
ly Dominique.”
Case looked like he was going to implode from laughter. Dominic looked like he wanted to strangle her. And this man, well, he looked flat out confused.
“You’re Dom Slade?” he asked bewildered.
“’Tis what I said, yes.”
“Not him?” he asked pointing to Dom.
“Nope. All me. What did you say your name was?” she asked him sweetly.
“Christopher Malcolm. I am the attorney for Ms. Cavalier. She wants custody of her child back.” Still sounding perplexed.
“And yet she has no name for this child? Just Baby Cavalier?” His nod confirmed her thoughts. “Then perhaps this child is better off without her? Do you have children, Mr. Malcolm?”
“Yes, I have two.”
“How old?” she asked. Case’s head kept whipping back and forth between them like a bobble head. It was hard not to laugh.
“Three and nine,” he told her.
“Oh what wonderful ages. So inquisitive and thirsty for knowledge. It would be quite horrendous if someone were to rip them from their home at those ages. The effects it would have on their presumably peaceful lives would destroy their trust,” she told him. Hoping to appeal to his parental nature.
“Why, yes, I suppose it would.” He was starting to waver.
“Could you imagine how traumatized a boy of three would be to go to a woman who doesn’t even know his name?” she expressed, horrified like she could picture it in her mind. “Why don’t you go back to Ms. Cavalier and tell her you could not locate this Mr. Slade. So funny our names are so similar, don’t ya think?”
“Yes, you’re absolutely right,” he agreed.
She could practically feel Dominic’s anger at her.
“I must warn you, though, Ms. Cavalier won’t give up.”
“Oh, I don’t see that being a problem,” she smiled sweetly, “because there is no Dominic Slade living here. Please inform her that if another representative of hers comes onto this land, I have a policy.”
“What policy?”
“Shoot first. Question later.” At that, she turned and went into the house with the knowledge that she’d scared his pants off from the way he backed up to his vehicle, and she could now hear the tires squealing as he left.
*****
By the time the smarmy attorney left, Casey was doubled over with laughter, he was fuming, and Deedee had run off. What the fuck just happened?
Dom couldn’t believe what she’d just done. He was in shock. Shock that Brooke was looking for Jax. Shock at the performance that Deedee had just put on. Shocked that she’d gotten the attorney to leave. He didn’t need her to fight his battles for him. Though he could see why she had. If she hadn’t stepped in, the man probably had a subpoena of some sort and would have served him. But because she claimed to be him, and further planted doubt in the man’s mind, he hadn’t. For now, he was off the hook, but he knew Brooke. Knew she’d come back or send someone else. She was a heartless fucking bitch.
“Fuck off, Case,” he told his best friend before slamming inside the house in search of this incredible and slightly neurotic woman of his.
“Deidre O’Connor, don’t fucking run from me!” he hollered when he saw her ready to flee for the back door. She froze mid-step. Turning slowly, she backed into a wall as he walked closer.
Leaning into her, he trapped her with his arms on either side of her head and his pelvis pressing her flat. “What. The. Fuck,” he gritted out.
“I...I...I...I’m sorry, Dom. It’s just, I knew what was going to happen, and you’re so perfect with Jax. I couldn’t bear to see him taken away from you by a woman who doesn’t even know his name. I didn’t think! I’m sorry, Dom, I’m so sorry!” she stammered.
He searched her face and her eyes, not for something she may be hiding, but for how her words rang true with the emotions he’d been picking up from her. He’d kept himself away the past few days because he couldn’t stand not owning every piece of her soul. Of not feeling her lithe body moving under him in passion. He knew the next time he put his hands on her, he was going to make her his.
Slowly lowering his head to hers, he took her lips in a sensual kiss of exploration. He devoured her mouth with his own, making love to her with his tongue the way he wanted to with his body. Her moans escalated as he picked her up in his arms. Holding her body to the wall with his hips, his hands roamed freely up her chest. Going under her small shirt he lifted her bra up, playing and pulling on her nipples.
“Oh God, Dominic!” She panted as he started raining rough kisses down her neck to her shoulders and finally her breasts, where he lifted her shirt with his teeth so he could see her perfect pink nipples. Capturing one between his teeth, he sucked roughly before biting down at the bottom of it and pulling lightly.
She dug her hands into his hair, tugging sharply, causing his cock to swell even more. He loved a little pain with his pleasure. “Fuck, Princess,” he mumbled as her legs tightened on his hips.
“Dominic,” she emitted, her voice threaded with an aroused panic.
She liked the pain, too. He smirked around her nipple.
Grinding his hardness into her heated core, he could almost feel the wetness her arousal caused. Needing to feel it full on, he lifted her peasant skirt. Undoing his jeans, he pulled her skimpy panties to the side sliding the length of his cock between her warm, wet pussy lips.
“Oh, fuckkk,” he groaned in pleasure.
He could feel her core pulsing with her need. The need to be filled. “Please, Dom,” she begged.
“You want it, Princess?”
“Yes,” she moaned grinding against him.
“Then take it.”
She looked at him, he could see the vulnerability in her eyes, the need for release. She shocked him by sliding her hand between them, grabbing his cock and pumping it in her hands a couple times before placing it at her entrance. Her skin felt like velvet as she placed him inside of her. With just his head widening her entrance, she stroked him until he was leaking pre-cum to lubricate his way in her untried depths.
“You sure, Deidre?” He had to know this was what she truly wanted and not because it was what he needed.
“Yes, Dominic. I need you to fill me. I need you to make me whole again. I just…need you.” She moaned the last part as he slowly worked his way inside her tight channel.
Unsurprised and overjoyed to find her hymen intact, he slowly thrust in and out of her tightness. Not breaching her innocence just yet, he wanted her used to his size first.
“Hang on to me,” he told her as he whipped his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor. “So tight, Princess.”
Running her hands up and down his chest, scoring him with her nails along the way, his cock jumped when one scratched over his nipple, and she gave him a knowing smile. “You’re not ready for that, Princess,” he warned.
Bending forward, she rained kisses along his jaw; light nips with her teeth along the way. “Princess,” he growled again.
*****
Every time he growled, her pussy contracted around his large length. She hadn’t seen the size of him but by the feel, he was huge. She was gonna be walking funny later, but it would be so worth it. If only the man would take her already.
She was impatient and needy for him to fill her completely. “I need you, Dom,” she breathed huskily in his ear hoping to get him moving inside her.
“You fucking got me, Princess,” he howled, smashing his mouth on hers just as he slammed his cock through her virginity, burying himself inside her to the hilt. Her pain was white hot and nearly unbearable as they kissed softly, and he slowly rotated his hips against her.
When the pain finally began to subside, a sweet ache rested in her womb. A need to feel him move, to give her a pleasure like only he could, a pleasure so intense she knew she’d never be the same.
He slowly began thrusting inside her again, then a sweet slide out, a l
ong slide in. She could feel every ridge and pulse in his cock, “You’re so big, Dom.”
Chuckling, he told her, “Nah, Princess, your pussy’s tight as a fucking glove. I can feel every ripple, every time you catch your breath. I can feel every-fucking-thing you do in this perfect made-for-my-cock pussy of yours.”
She melted in his arms, feeling something intense pulling at every sensual line in her body. His cock would bump a secret spot inside her with every thrust in and her breath would catch, her channel would tighten, and she was ready to explode into a mind-numbing carnality she’d never felt before.
When Dom began to quicken his thrusts, she knew he was close, too. Running her hands through his hair, she pulled hard, feeling his cock pulse and grow larger. She knew he liked it. Skimming her teeth along his neck, she bit his pulse point hard enough to leave a small red mark.
As he wound his hand in her hair, tugging hard enough to sting, she latched onto his nipple so when he pulled so did she. “Fuck!” he shouted as she felt him begin to come inside her, triggering her own climax.
A silent scream left her body as her muscles tightened in bliss. Her pussy seemed to clamp down on his dick so hard he could no longer move, sucking every drop of gratification she could from them both.
“God damn. Fuck. Princess,” he growled claiming her mouth in a kiss so intense she nearly blacked out from pleasure.
*****
Perfection. He’d found it in this tiny spitfire of an Irish woman, and he couldn’t be happier. The way she gave herself so freely to him was astonishing. She held nothing back and took her cues from him on what he liked. Wanting to give him as much as she got.
“C’mon, Princess, let’s go clean up,” he mumbled in her ear.
“Mmhmm.”
“Sex coma?” He laughed.
“Mmhmm.”
Still buried inside her, he carefully carried her upstairs to his bathroom wanting to get her cleaned up before Jax awoke from his nap. He was still amazed they’d done that in the kitchen. But fuck, the way she wanted to take care of them had set him off, and he’d felt this driving need to claim her as his.