Sinclair flinched, avoiding Dom’s eyes.
As much as Dom didn’t want to reach out to Sinclair, he knew he couldn’t let this slide. “You’re not one.”
Blue eyes snapped up, incredulous. “What do you mean?”
Dom shrugged, turning away. He wasn’t explaining how hurt Mal had been when people called him a psycho.
“You hate me.”
He had to. Dom didn’t know what he felt anymore. But he sure hated the fact that, for a second there, he’d been tempted to taste Sinclair’s lips. He’d wanted them to fight, so he could feel Sinclair’s body against his own.
“Why the fuck are you like this?” Sinclair hissed, grabbing Dom’s arm. He swung Dom around, getting all the way up into Dom’s personal space.
Dom met his eyes, his heart pounding, his lungs filling with cinnamon. For an instant, he wondered how Sinclair would react, if Dom went and kissed him hard on the lips. Then he dismissed the thought completely.
A kiss like that would change everything.
Dom wasn’t prepared, not in ten lifetimes, to get involved with Jesse Sinclair.
He yanked his arm out of Sinclair’s grip, striding out of the bathroom.
7
Bar Nights Part 3
“Everyone keeps hooking up with omegas,” Alec groaned, taking a swig of his drink. “You’ll all stop coming to bar night. Pretty soon, it’s gonna be just me. You’ve gotta promise me, Jes. Don’t let me suffer alone.”
Jesse shifted uncomfortably. Alec was getting drunk—something had set him off today, and he’d been ordering twice as many rum and colas as he usually did. Jesse wasn’t sure what he’d do with a drunk Alec. “I’ll try. You’ll probably end up getting hitched, too.”
Alec scowled. “No, I won’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because.” Alec flushed, refusing to say more. Did he have someone in mind? “Anyway, you’re gonna find someone next, Jes. I just know it.”
If this had been a private conversation, Jesse wouldn’t have minded so much. But Dom was sitting across the table, listening to every word. Probably judging Jesse more with every second that passed.
“Give Jesse a break, Alec,” Nate said. “For all you know, he’s enjoying being single.”
“Are you?” Alec squinted.
Jesse shrugged. Mostly, he didn’t want to discuss this in front of Dom. He’d been flipping through a dating app on his phone; none of the options had caught his eye. He knew what he was looking for, though—someone who made him need.
Someone who could erase the tumult of emotions shooting through his gut every time he thought about Dom—the anger, frustration, and shame.
He couldn’t erase the memory of that bar night a year ago, when he’d gone into a panic right in front of Dom, and Dom had seen Jesse come undone. Because someone had opened a fucking door behind him.
Jesse hated that Dom knew his weaknesses, he hated that Dom had seen him at his worst. He hated that he still remembered the press of Dom’s body against his own, Dom’s breath heavy on his lips, his stare piercing into Jesse like he’d seen all of Jesse, and found him lacking.
Jesse had won—the rest of the team had welcomed him with open arms. Except Dom’s disapproval carved deep into his bones, like an ache he couldn’t claw out.
He needed to prove himself, so Dom would stop looking at him that way. Or maybe he just needed to plant his fist into Dom’s jaw. Maybe that violence would be enough.
You’re not a psycho, Dom had said. As though he actually saw anything good in Jesse. It had probably been a lie.
“First York, and now Gareth,” Alec mumbled, starting to slur. “It’s gonna be one of you next, isn’t it?”
Nate grabbed his arm. “You know, Alec, we should get you home before you puke on everyone else.”
Jesse frowned. They’d only been here for an hour. But he would absolutely leave with Nate and Alec. “I’ll help.”
Nate shook his head. “Naw, stay with Dom. I’ve got this. Get a few more drinks in.”
Alarm shot down Jesse’s nerves. He wasn’t staying behind with Dom. “No. I, uh.”
Then he felt the weight of Dom’s stare, heavy and judging. And that was a challenge Jesse couldn’t ignore.
Nate raised his eyebrows. “Something wrong?”
“No, I’m fine.” Jesse sat back heavily. “Just fine.” His pulse picked up, his blood coursing through his body. Pooling between his legs.
Nate waved. “Thanks for the drinks.”
Dom waved back. “Thanks for always being the designated driver.”
Nate only smiled, ushering Alec off.
It was only after they’d disappeared through the door, that Jesse growled, “I’ll pay for the drinks.”
Dom met his stare. Electricity jolted through Jesse’s veins.
“You wouldn’t be sober enough to remember that,” Dom said, waving the waiter over. He placed another order. This time, it was for a shot of whiskey.
The challenge in his eyes—Jesse knew this game. He asked for the same.
When the drinks arrived, Jesse downed his shot first. The whiskey burned all the way down his throat, making him cough and his eyes water. How the hell did Dom drink this stuff?
Dom smirked, tipping his shot back slowly, in the most aggravating way. Then he called the waiter over for another two shots. Jesse asked for two, just to match him.
Dom’s smile grew. “Gonna regret this, Sinclair.”
Jesse flipped him off. “You’re gonna regret it.”
There were more things he wanted to say. So much more. Lately, Jesse had been shouldering past Dom while they were both on duty. Dom had noticed—and he hadn’t even called Jesse out on it. He’d just given Jesse a look, and Jesse hadn’t understood what the hell that meant.
All he knew was that he wanted to pin Dom down, punch him, and maybe shove their cocks together just to prove that he wasn’t the only one who had gotten hard when they’d done that.
He still remembered that morning in the locker room. The way Dom had ground their dicks together, right after he’d promised Jesse a thorough fucking.
When the next order arrived, Jesse downed both shots. His throat burned.
Dom raised an eyebrow. “Reckless,” he murmured.
That voice raked down Jesse’s spine and went into his balls, pulling them tight.
Yeah, the idea of punching Dom seemed to get better by the second.
Dom savored his shots. Then, he called for the bill.
“We aren’t done yet,” Jesse hissed, reaching for his wallet.
Somehow, that bastard was faster. He was handing the waiter his credit card, waving him off. Jesse growled, his muscles tensing. There had to be something he was better at.
“Let’s chat outside,” Dom rumbled.
Jesse’s pants grew tight. Yeah, they’d chat. With their fists. And maybe other body parts, too.
The waiter returned with the receipt; Dom signed it with a surprisingly steady hand. Then he rose to his feet and turned, and Jesse couldn’t help noticing the curve of Dom’s ass, the way his pants hugged that solid muscle.
All he could smell was blackwood, and musk.
They were in a back alley somewhere behind the bar, when Jesse lunged at the bastard, shoving him against the wall. “There’s nothing wrong with me,” he whispered.
“Yeah?” Dom smiled, his teeth sharp. “Prove it, Sinclair.”
And he threw the first punch.
Pain burst through Jesse’s jaw—more of an insult than injury. He roared, grabbing Dom’s collar, swinging his fist.
Dom sidestepped that blow; Jesse lunged after him. The man grabbed Jesse’s fist, shoving him back against the brick.
Then Dom pressed their bodies together, a hot rush of friction. Jesse’s cock jerked behind his pants. He shoved Dom off, furious at himself. “What the fuck?”
Dom’s smile was amused this time. “Are you using fucking as a threat, again?”
“Hell
yeah, I am,” Jesse snapped, riding the wave of anger that swelled in his chest, because it was easier than understanding the throb between his legs. “Fuck you.”
Before Jesse could react, Dom gripped his arm and spun him around, shoving his chest against the wall. The rough brick scraped Jesse’s jaw. “You’re forgetting something.”
And Dom stepped up behind Jesse, thrusting his hips hard against Jesse’s ass. A thick, obvious bulge ground against him. If they hadn’t been dressed, Dom’s cock would’ve wedged between Jesse’s cheeks, right against his hole.
That thing inside Jesse, the thing that had been slumbering—it jolted wide awake. And a surge of something feral clawed through his veins, squeezing his hole tight in a way that said, Consume me.
He suppressed that desire, throwing Dom off his back. “No fucking way.” Jesse lunged at Dom, grabbing his collar, slamming him back into the wall. “You don’t own me,” Jesse hissed.
And he shoved their bulges together, so hard that pleasure thrummed through his veins.
Dom sucked in a sharp breath. Jesse wasn’t sure if it was the light, or something else, that made Dom’s pupils dilate. But Dom smiled, confident in a way that lit Jesse’s nerves ablaze.
Dom flipped them around; the brick thumped against Jesse’s shoulders. “Think again before you threaten me,” Dom growled, whiskey on his breath, his eyes gleaming in the low light. “Or is this what you’re after?”
Then he pinned Jesse with his entire body, chest to chest, hip to hip, his warmth bleeding through Jesse’s clothes. And he pushed their cocks together in a hard, sweet grind. Bliss shot down Jesse’s veins.
That bastard had no right to make him feel this good.
Even if Jesse wanted to drive Dom over the edge. Just so he knew he had something over that man.
“Fuck you,” Jesse hissed.
Dom gave a sharp smile. “Yeah? You think you can?”
“I damn well know I will.”
“Let’s see it,” Dom rasped. And he leaned in, crushing their mouths together in a hot slide of damp skin.
Electricity ripped through Jesse’s body, all the way to his toes. What the fuck? He opened his mouth to swear, but Dom’s tongue swept into him, a damp, demanding presence that sent blood surging into Jesse’s cock.
Jesse snarled and shoved his tongue into Dom’s mouth. He tasted whiskey, and a faint hint of lemon. Dom’s answering groan raked down Jesse’s spine. Their tongues slid together, wrestling for control. This was far too fucking intimate.
Can’t let him have the upper hand. He grasped Dom’s hips and barreled against him, slamming Dom into the opposite wall.
Surprise flickered through Dom’s eyes; victory roared in Jesse’s chest.
Then he ground his entire body against Dom’s front, biting down hard on Dom’s lower lip, just to prove that he was in control. Just to show that he could kiss, too.
“Inexperienced,” Dom murmured.
Uncertainty crept through Jesse’s chest. He pushed away that feeling, hesitating. If he kissed Dom again, what other inadequacies would Dom discover?
Dom snatched that chance to pummel Jesse back against the alley wall. And he tipped Jesse’s face up with a callused hand, sliding their mouths together, skin on damp skin.
In another world, this would be how a perfect kiss went. Dom’s breath soughed against Jesse’s cheek, his tongue flicking against Jesse’s lips, sliding inside him in a slow, sweet thrust—an imitation of romance.
Jesse pushed Dom out with his tongue, but the touch of soft muscle—vulnerable against his own—kindled an urgent need in his gut.
Scarcely had that happened, when Dom rocked their hips together, a forceful thrust that made Jesse pulse so hard, he saw stars.
“Why do you smell so fucking sweet?” Dom rasped against his mouth. “Why the hell do I keep smelling you?”
He sounded pissed about that. Somehow, without knowing it, Jesse had gotten under his skin. This wasn’t just a one-way thing.
Dom was hard. Because of Jesse.
Jesse wanted the power to make him come.
He reached down between them, grasping Dom through his pants. I’m touching Dom’s cock. Dom was thick behind the denim, growing bigger with every second Jesse held on. As though he liked Jesse’s touch. Jesse’s hole squeezed; warmth filled his insides.
“Fuck,” Dom rasped, rutting so forcefully against Jesse’s hand that the thing inside him jolted. Deep down, he knew where he wanted that cock. He refused to acknowledge it.
“You won’t put this inside me,” Jesse growled.
“Yeah? Then why do you—” Dom anchored Jesse’s palm down and bucked against it, his voice husky and raw “—why do you gasp when I fuck your hand?”
Jesse stifled his groan. Dom knocked his hand aside, grinding their hips together so hard that Jesse’s cock throbbed, leaking inside his pants.
Jesse needed. He hated that he was doing this with Dom, but his hips were bucking, his throat dry. More than that, he needed to know he could make Dom come. He wanted to know that he could control himself, that he could hold back. That he wasn’t as weak.
Except Dom’s eyes gleamed; he wanted to prove the exact opposite.
Dom hauled their hips together and thrust, and Jesse’s balls writhed, obeying Dom. He was approaching the edge, and he couldn’t even hold back.
“Fuck you,” Jesse hissed.
“Really?” Dom reached behind Jesse, grasping his ass. His fingers pushed down Jesse’s covered crack, all the way down to where Jesse’s hole was, layers of clothes separating them. “When I fuck you, Sinclair, you’ll feel it here first.” He tapped hard against Jesse’s hole. “You’ll open around my cock and take every fucking inch, and you’re gonna howl when I drive into you. Over and over.” He ground his hungry bulge against Jesse, so pleasure razed down Jesse’s spine. “You’re gonna beg me for more. And I’m gonna pump you full of my come.”
The mental image scorched into Jesse’s mind, making him so hard, he almost split his pants. He couldn’t stop panting. Couldn’t stop his climb to the edge.
Worse, he could almost feel Dom inside him, Dom plowing through his body like he owned Jesse.
He was running out of options. He couldn’t stop himself from crashing.
The only other choice was to bring Dom down with him.
But how? Jesse scrambled for words, his head fuzzy. Their cocks rubbed back and forth, the most intimate parts of their bodies touching.
Can’t say I’ll fuck him. He’ll turn my words on me. But Jesse had the option of submitting. That was what Dom wanted, wasn’t it? That would make him come.
The words crowded onto Jesse’s tongue before he could think. “You’ll like it when you fuck my ass,” Jesse hissed against Dom’s mouth, biting so hard on Dom’s lip that a metallic tang burst across his tongue. He’d made Dom bleed. “No one’s been there before.”
Dom’s thrusts stuttered; he tensed against Jesse, his musk rolling thick off his skin. He liked that thought.
Shame whispered at the back of Jesse’s mind. This was him submitting to Dom. But Jesse wanted to rip Dom’s control away, more than he cared about what Dom thought of him right now. As long as I don’t actually submit. I have that power.
“My hole’s so tight, it’ll squeeze your cock off,” Jesse growled.
“Yeah?” Dom shuddered, his eyes flashing, his fingers digging into Jesse’s jeans, right up against his hole. As though he wanted to sink his fingers inside, and open Jesse. Prep Jesse for his cock.
Jesse’s entire body burned so hot, he couldn’t think straight anymore.
“Assuming—Assuming I let you fuck me,” Jesse breathed, rutting hard against Dom’s hips. “You think you can make me come?”
Dom’s gaze sharpened, hunger blowing his pupils so wide, his irises were a thin ring of copper. “I’ll bury my cock so deep inside, it’ll ruin your hole for anyone else.”
Jesse almost came right there. Almost. He held his breath and pulled
his hips back, but Dom shoved him up against the wall, cramming their cocks together.
Jolts of sensation clawed into Jesse. He swore and wrecked his mind. He couldn’t come yet. He needed to make Dom come first. He needed to rip Dom’s control away.
Dom’s breathing had grown ragged, his thrusts coming fast and uneven. “I-I’ll take your come,” Jesse hissed, telling himself it wouldn’t happen. But the thought made his cock so hard, it ached. “I’ll take every s-single drop, and I’ll th-thank you for it.”
“Fuck.” Dom roared and shoved their cocks together, a sweet, sinful thrust that went right down to Jesse’s balls.
Pleasure ripped through him like a blaze, punching the breath out of his lungs. Jesse arched as he came, shooting all over inside his pants, his vision going dark as his eyes rolled up into his head.
Dom pinned him against the wall, his breaths hot and ragged on Jesse’s lips, his face scrunched with pleasure.
In the silence that followed, the sheer magnitude of what they’d done filtered through Jesse’s thoughts.
Dom was his deputy.
Dom was his enemy.
And they’d rubbed their cocks against each other, they’d come together in a shadowy back alley like they’d had some forbidden tryst.
Jesse had offered to take Dom’s cock. And Dom had touched where his hole was, he’d offered to give Jesse the fucking of a lifetime.
What the hell have I done? Disgusted with himself, he shoved Dom away, stumbling as he tried to leave the alley. He needed to get home. He didn’t know how he was going to face Dom when they showed up for duty the day after.
His legs felt like they’d lost their bones. His head was fuzzy. As much as Jesse tried to walk straight, he couldn’t. He tasted whiskey, and a hint of lemon on his tongue. From a whiskey sour he’d been staring at the whole night.
Dom’s kiss shouldn’t have made him so damn hot. Even now, Jesse’s lips tingled with the memory of it.
Footsteps sounded behind him. Jesse ignored that man and kept walking, weaving through the parking lot behind the bar.
Dom grabbed his arm. “You’re not riding home.”
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