Page 133 of Flock
He slowly shakes his head, his eyes drifting back to focus on me. “If only.”
“I checked Dom’s room earlier, and he didn’t come home last night.” Sean doesn’t flinch. “Do you know where he is?”
He exhales a loaded breath, “Yeah, I do, and he’s all right.”
“That’s not exactly a reassuring tone, Roberts,” I say, my anxiety spiking, especially when he doesn’t give me anything further.
Dom isn’t the type to sleep anywhere but in his own bed. Jealousy threatens first, but I quickly stamp it down. Dom wouldn’t go there. What we have is too good, too perfect to be tainted by anyone else.
“I really have to go,” Sean whispers, breaking up my thoughts, regret evident in his timbre as he starts to release me.
“Okay,” I say, feigning a smile I don’t feel, “go be a bird and do bird things.”
“And what will you do?” He asks with a grin.
“Miss you,” I say honestly, “like I always do until you circle back and fly my way.”
“Same. You sure you’re okay, Pup?” He asks, concern evident as whatever burden he’s carrying—and not putting a voice to—starts to show in his posture, settling on his shoulders.
“About as good as you are,” I voice, letting him know I’m onto him. “Anything I can help with?”
Sean remains tight-lipped, and I see him mull over a thought before he stares back down at me, deciding to give me a little more. “Just . . . be there for Dom when you see him again.”
This time, I tense and start to resist his hold. “What’s going on? What’s happening? Is he hurt?”
“A lot, Cee,” he clips out, “that’s all I can tell you right now.”
“Damnit to hell, Sean, now I’m going to worry,” I say. “You can’t give me anything?”
“I really can’t, baby. I can’t,” he pins me with his stare. “But that changes when you tell me you’re all in.”
“How about this? I’m not going anywhere,” I assure him.
He gives me a firm shake of his head. “Not good enough, and you know it.”
And we’re right back there, at our impasse.
I still haven’t given my answer when it comes to becoming part of the club, and for good reason.
All in, means pretty much signing away a large part of my future—which is a huge ask considering I’m mere months into knowing Sean and Dom and only a day into admitting I’m in love with Sean . . . which reminds me.
“I love you,” I whisper before he gets too far out of reach. Because I finally can admit to him what I’ve been feeling, and it feels so damn good to do so—even if he hasn’t.
Instead, his eyes spark with tenderness as he dips and kisses me—thoroughly. Our tongues tangle before he sweeps my mouth and takes and takes some more until we’re forced away to catch our breath.
Chests heaving, I can see his disappointment that he has to leave me.
“Just once,” he says through a frustrated groan, “I want to wake up and do what the hell I want to do for a day. It’s been a while since I’ve been a free bird.”
“Well, I don’t see anyone banging down the door right now,” I taunt, lifting the comforter in offering. He takes it, sweeping his gorgeous hazel eyes down my naked body beneath.
“Trouble,” he utters, shaking his head. “You are so much fucking trouble.”
“You know, that has never really sounded like a complaint,” I tease.
He dips and draws one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking it into a stiffer peak, and I arch into him before he lets it go with a suctioned pop.
“Never has been a complaint,” he whispers heatedly, “just an on-point observation.” His grin lights up the room, chasing away some of my dream’s remaining shadows. I cling to the rays my golden sun gives me before he speaks again. “Gotta’ go, baby,” he whispers, pressing one last kiss to my lips before standing and tugging on his boxer briefs.
