Page 58 of One Last Rainy Day
“Your clit is pulsing,” I whisper hoarsely, not bothering to hide the heat in my voice, my cock straining against her leg, “and that’s because you’re concentrating on where youthinkyou need me to touch you. But you don’t. Watch my tongue, Cecelia.” The whole of her body shudders when I repeatedly thrash my tongue against her nipple. Her moans become more desperate, her legs shaking against the forearm that I’m moving between her thighs. Stopping my fingers, I use my pointer and dip a little further to rim the opening of her pussy before sucking her pebbled nipple into my mouth. A surprised gasp leaves her when she starts to come undone a second later.
“Let go,” I order around the nipple clenched between my teeth before pulling it in and sucking,hard.
“Oh fuck,” she cries out, her sounds cut by her rapid breaths as she convulses. The sight of it is so fucking hot that my dick weeps. As she comes down, she stares up at me with kaleidoscope eyes in varying shades of deep blue, and I rest my palm to cradle the side of her face, gently sweeping my thumb along her hairline.
“That was...” she looks up at me in wide-eyed wonder, “that was crazy,” she whispers before a gradual, lazy smile lights her face. “I can’t believe I came...like that.”
“That’s because the most important erogenous zone ishere.” I double-tap her temple with the pad of my thumb before sliding it along her delicate cheek. “You were halfwaythere because of how attracted we are to each other and because of how incredible it feels when we do fuck.”
Pupils dilated, her eyes soften as she sinks into my mattress, and I soak up every bit of the aftermath in her expression. “That’s how it feels for you? Incredible?”
“Yeah, it does,” I admit, which is why my dick hates me for the moment. The words are starting to come a lot easier, and worse, starting to flow out of meunchecked.The sound of the trimmer cutting off signals that time is up as I pull the top of her bikini back into place.
“Dom, that was...seriously the hottest thing ever, and don’t take this the wrong way, but...I’m stillachingfor you.”
“That’s not going away anytime soon. For either of us.”
Her answering smile serves as a battering ram in my chest. Lifting her to stand, I turn her toward my door and slap her ass hard enough for it to sting.
“Ouch.” She glances back, palming and rubbing her ass to soothe the reddened skin. “That stung.”
“Good. And just so you know, the next time you come into my room on a day that doesn’tbelong to me, you’re gettingfuckedwithextreme prejudice. Oh, and...hi.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
GRABBING THE ALTERNATOR,I pull out my towel and wipe away the debris from the reconstructed part before setting it in place. Tyler works silently next to me—lately more of an apparition than a roommate, only haunting our townhouse to collect bare necessities. It’s obvious he’s keeping secrets of his own. After spotting his truck driving through our old neighborhood when I dropped Delphine off after her last chemo appointment, I have a good idea about one of his choice haunts. My wrist smarts, and just as I start to tighten it in, a rumble sounds in the distance.
Ears perking up, my pulse follows as a breeze sweeps through my open bay door, cooling my sweat-slicked skin.
There’s been no exchange of numbers or a promise for a call I wouldn’t make. Cecelia left my bedroom that day with nothing more than a warning from me and an opt-in for her invitation, weather permitting, as it does now with a deafening lightning crack.
An unsettling feeling snakes its way in as I wonder in what fucking universe this could possibly work. Especially with my existing bedside manner and refusal to treat thissituation differently. The rattling echo off the bay doors a second later has me losing partial grip on my wrench, which noisily clangs against the engine. Cursing, I manage to grip it before it hits the garage floor.
“Have you ever had a girlfriend?”
I gave her some bullshit, but the honest answer is no, and I have no intention of breaking that winning streak. Even so, since the day of our last encounter, I haven’t gone a few hours without thinking of her—and it’s done nothing but grate on me. I chalk it up to sexual frustration. Between that, the infuriating idle of my club, the festering friction with my brother and Sean, not to mention the sick fucks I continually keep tabs on—it’s safe to say I’m close to reaching my limit.
Exasperated, I try to focus again when the wrench slips from my hand, clattering to the garage floor. Retrieving it and determined to dismiss the idea that this state is perpetual, I glance over to see Tyler observing me like a fucking zoo animal from where he works a bay over. Another lengthy bout of thunder filters through the shop as the next icy breeze brings the unmistakable patter of rain.
Bristling under Tyler’s steady attention, I glare over at him. “What?”
“Tell me where you’re at, Dom,” he prompts in a coaxing tone. “Give me that much.”
“You know where I’m at,” I grit out, tightening the first bolt. “I’m caged until the one with the key unlocks the door.” I secure another, my wrist giving me hell. “Any word from Miami?”
“France has birds on watch.”
Rain begins to pour as I glance at an accumulating puddlejust outside the concrete lip of the bay. “As much good as that’s going to do.”
“There will come a time—”
“So, I hear,” I cut in dryly. “I’m over it, Tyler. I’m being a good, levelheaded little bird.”
“There will, Dom.”
“Sorry if I don’t believe you or anyone else wearing the same ink right now.”
“I get that things feeloff,” he offers.
