Page 88 of One Last Rainy Day
End this, King.
Frowning, she runs her finger along my drawn brows. “There’s too much going on in there. You were just with me. What happened?”
I shake my head and try to move past her again, and she refuses to let me pass. “No. Talk to me. What’s wrong?”
“You know I fucking can’t.”
“Agh,” she groans in irritation. “You’re the worst conversationalist in the history of ever.”
“Talk feelings with your girlfriends, Cecelia. I’m not one of them,” I remind her as I often do. Guilt threatens as hurt flits in her eyes, but I bat it away as I walk over to my dresser and grab some boxers. The second I unbuckle my belt, Cecelia plants her elbows on the bed and palms her face, her eyes following my every movement, and I stare back at her, annoyed. “You just going to watch me?”
“Less talking, motherfucker, more stripping. And when you get those boxers down, make sure you walk awaynice and slow.”
I pause, jeans dangling on my hips. “You’re making this weird.”
She grants me an exaggerated eye roll. “Everything’s weird for you, right? Because God forbid you let a second of intimacy linger when you’re not fucking me. You can kissme so tenderly as you take down my panties and stroke my face when I’m sucking your dick, but a second outside one of us coming, you clam up as though you’re incapable. So,” she turns her finger around, “if I’m stuck with minimally invasive conversation and the fact that you barely take your jewelry off before you fuck me,” she adds as I unclasp my watch, “the least you can do is entertain me.”
“I’m not here for your fucking entertainment.” I slam said jewelry on the dresser.
“No? Then stop holding back every time we start getting closer.”
“If you aren’t happy here,” I shrug, “the guy you need is a bedroom over.”
She leaps from the bed, expression drawn with contempt. “Frankly, I’m sick of fucking hearing that, Dominic. It’s a pathetic excuse. If you ever say that to me again, this is over.”
She might as well have stabbed me with the threat. And because of that, it needs to be over. It has to be.
“I have to work tonight, so...” I nod toward my bedroom door in dismissal as she stares at me for a few beats before moving to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Huh,” she says, staring at her toes, “I’m guessing you’ll have to work on the next rainy day, too?”
She slowly lifts her eyes, and I stare right back at her as I answer. “Yeah, I will.”
Ignoring the tightness in my chest, I walk into the bathroom before snapping the door behind me to make my message clear. A second later, the knob nails me in the ass as she opens it, and I reel on her. “What the fuck?”
“What the fuck is right,” she snaps. “That’s the second time you’ve slammed a door in my face in a week, Dominic.I’ve been waiting for you half the night, missing you every day in between, andthisis how you treat me?”
“Like I said.” I point toward Sean’s room.
“Don’t,” she warns, “because I’m not bluffing. Don’t finish that sentence. You don’t want this to be over. I know you feel for me...I just don’t know why you’re fighting it so much.” She blows out an exasperated breath. “I don’t know what the hell is going on with you two this week because you’re both acting like you’re on man periods. So, I’m just going to assume there must be something in the fucking water that needs to run its course.”
I remain mute as she inhales a deep breath of patience. “Just...take a shower, and I’ll...order us some food, okay?”
We stare off for several seconds, and I slowly nod.
Goddamnit, King!
She walks over to me and lifts, pressing her lips to mine as she slowly tugs my boxers down. My cock points directly to her as she searches my eyes, gripping my hand and rubbing off a grease stain from the meat of my palm. “Business, huh?”
Making it clear she’s onto me, she searches me for a reason for the distance, and I give her nothing.
“I’m fine with whatever you’re capable of giving me, Dom, but I don’t think capability is your issue. You won’t, or...” she rakes her lower lip with her teeth as I fucking rattle inside with the need to touch her.
“Or maybe you don’t want to, or can’t take me seriously because...because I’m with Sean too?” She sighs. “If that’s the case, then I guess that’s the way you feel, but when we’re together, I onlysee you.”
Pressing a kiss to my chest, she drags her nails along my dick, and it’s all I can do to keep from fucking her.
What the fuck are you doing, Dom? End it!
