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My eyes drift up to Dominic, whose face remains impassive. Frustrated that I can’t make out more than a few words of what’s been said, I stand.
“It was nice meeting you.”
She waves us away and we move toward the door. I look back at her, just before we clear the doorway and I see it, the slight lift at the corner of her lips. It’s Dominic’s smile, and a part of me lifts at the sight of it.
A few minutes into another silent drive, I turn down Dominic’s blaring radio. “What happened to your parents?”
A muscle in his jaw flexes as he flicks me an expression I can’t place.
When he cranks the radio back up and downshifts to gain speed, I know he will entertain no conversation. I observe him, baffled by the shift in his moods, and the utter beauty of the mask he wears along with the secrets he holds so tightly to him. He’s very much like Sean in the sense that they both give the bare minimum when questioned, like they took and mastered a fucking class on terse responses. I puff my cheeks up and then blow out a breath, and I hold in the rest of my questions. There’s no point. He’s back to being impenetrable, his body language alluding to as much, and I let my thoughts wander until we pull up to the garage.
Dominic parks close to the bay and exits the car as if he can’t get away from me fast enough, and I sit and watch him walk into the shop without looking back. Today was eventful, to say the least, and a little insightful.
A flash of fire grabs my attention as I look through the windshield and see Sean slapping his Zippo closed.
He joins me as I step out of the passenger side. “So, I take it that didn’t go well?”
“Why would you subject me to that man?”
He chuckles lightly, but the humor doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “What’s going on in that head of yours, Pup?”
I wrap my arms around him as he exhales a plume of smoke, careful to avoid my face. “I’m just relieved to see you.”
“That so?” There’s no accusation in his words, but I know he saw me watching his roommate with open curiosity. Then again, he knows Dominic like no one else. He’s got to know how just an hour or two alone with him can be exasperating and exhausting.
Sean tosses his cigarette and pulls me tightly to him, kissing the mystery away. When he pulls back, I grip the back of his hair, hard.
“Why didn’t you pick me up?”
“A couple reasons—one of them being an unanticipated and mandatory work meeting on my day off.”
“Oh yeah?”
He grins down at me. “You fought well, baby.”
It’s my first real smile of the day.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Adizzying smile greets me as I saunter down the porch steps to where Sean waits at the passenger door, his eyes devouring me in my cover-up; a dangerously flossy bikini beneath. I meet him where he stands and warm, calloused hands cup my ass as he pulls me into him in a way that stakes his claim. When he kisses me, diving deep, and a soft groan rumbles in his chest, I’m already starved for more. More of what we’ve been doing; I’m anxious for what’s to come. I’d called Christy last night and filled her in on the details, shamelessly sparing few because she’s my person, and she is just as taken in by all that has transpired with Sean.
Being with him makes me happy. It makes my romantic heart sing. Sean’s a caretaker and has done nothing since the day we met but do exactly that. His grip strong, he kisses me and kisses me, our tongues dueling, his feel, his smell a new craving. I feed on him as he takes further control, pulling me further into him, rubbing his erection along my stomach to let me know he’s just as needy for me.
When we eventually part, his eyes are lit, a content smile playing on his lips. “What did you dream about last night?”
“Aren’t you really asking about who?”
“I don’t flatter myself.”
“You should. You were in all the ones I remember.”
“Good ones?”
“Damn good ones.”
“Good to hear. You ready to have some fun?”
“Always.”
