Page 101 of Flock
“Why is love irrelevant?”
“Because it doesn’t interest me.”
“What interests you?”
“The book I was reading.” I huff and move from his lap to pick the book up and hand it to him. He resumes his reading as I move for his door.
“Pick one,” he says just as I reach the handle.
“One what?”
He nods toward the shelves.
I run my hands over my face in frustration. “You drive me insane.”
I move toward the shelf and look over his collection. I pause when I see a few familiar titles. “You have a whole romance section.” I giggle and pull a book from the shelf. When I open it, a receipt falls to the floor. Inspecting it, I see he’s just bought ten books and spent a few hundred dollars opting for some pricy hardcovers over paperbacks. “You just bought these?”
Upon closer inspection, I see most of them are romance titles by my favorite indies. There are also a few suspense novels and an older historical one, all of them titles from a familiar list that I wrote on a bookmark in my bedroom. When he was in my house, he had to have snooped in my room while Sean was distracting me. “You looked through my stuff?”
He keeps his eyes on his book.
It’s a stupid question. And the answer is so obvious, but I can’t help myself.
“You bought these for me?”
Silence.
And again, I’m floating off the ground as he continues to read, feigning indifference. But I know differently now, and it changes everything. Beneath that mask is a man who’s been paying attention, very close attention, to me.
He turns another page and pulls an empty pillow closer to his shoulder. He wants me to read, with him, in his bed. And what better way to pass a day in stormy weather than curling up with a gorgeous man and getting lost in words.
Hours later, he’s on his second book, and I’m deep into an erotic suspense novel, my breath growing shallow as I flip the page and begin to ache. Dominic’s scent envelops me as I reach out and tentatively run a hand down his chest. We’ve been like this, stroking each other’s skin on occasion, since I sidled up next to him. Desire runs through me as I get to the part where all of the delicious tension explodes, and that’s when I feel his kiss on my stomach. My eyes drift from the page when he jerks me to the edge of the bed, spreading my legs.
I move to set down my book and he jerks his chin.
“Keep reading.” He lowers his head as I attempt to resume my reading. He spreads me, thrusting his tongue into my center. I’m already close when he begins to lap at my clit. Dropping the paperback onto my chest, I thrust my hands in his hair and he stops, the command in his eyes clear as I pick up my book, my thighs shaking as I try to read a paragraph for the third time. His thick fingers plunge into me just as the hero starts to pound into her, ripping at her hair, taunting her with filthy words. The words start to blur again as I get lost in Dominic’s torture, my mind far more interested in my own story.
He wraps his lips around my clit, sucking hard as I lose the grip on my book. The sight of him alone makes it impossible to follow his order.
“Dom,” I beg when he halts all movement, but he doesn’t budge. It’s only when I grapple for the book that he resumes what he’s doing, running his fingers along my lips to spread me before dipping his head and jackhammering his tongue along my clit.
Hyperaware of his every touch, I come undone on his tongue and lose it altogether when I hear the sound of a condom wrapper before he slowly pushes into me. In seconds, he puts the book hero to shame as he fucks me with ruthless abandon.
He’s only a few thrusts in when I throw the book across the room, not giving a damn about the ending.
Chapter Thirty-Two
The day spent in Dominic’s bed is completely unexpected and utterly blissful. We have a small picnic on his comforter after ordering Thai, and then he rolls us a blunt. Stuffed and smoked out, we lay on our backs, both listening to and discussing Pink Floyd. Dominic’s enthusiasm never wavers as he explains his ideas about some of the lyrics to the more cryptic songs.
We gaze up at the ceiling, our hands brushing, the window wide open as the music duels with the pouring rain.
It’s one of the best days I’ve ever had; just being at his side, our shared touches, the frenzy of kisses, the endless fucking, our laughter-infused conversations and the rare, full smiles I draw from him when he lets me. This day has been astonishingly intimate. He’s let me have a peek into his world. Much like Sean, Dominic is nothing at all like I thought he would be. Past his remarkable yet hostile exterior lies much, much more. He’s very much an idealist like Sean, and in conversation I can see the impression—
the impact—each has made on the other. This trust they have for one another, I envy it. When Sean told me that he needed my trust last night over everything else, I thought I understood, but not in the way Dominic has helped me understand things today with just a few comments about Sean in conversation. And some part of me is comforted by that, not only because of the way they have each other’s backs, but for my own selfish reasons too.
Maybe they can hand me over freely to the other not only because of the way they feel for me, but because of the way they love and respect each other.
Or maybe, I’m using it as an excuse to try and justify taking part in it.
