DOM: Alliance Series Book Three (31)

His hands.

His mouth.

I fall, but only for a second, onto something soft.

I lift my arms when Dom tugs my shirt up.

I gasp when my pants are yanked off.

I try to help him as my panties are pulled away.

My eyes slide open when I feel the cool air between my legs.

And I groan when fingers slip between my folds.

Dom is over me.

Above me. Pressing his forehead to mine. “So fucking wet for me, Valentine.”

Pleasure swirls.

“Most nights,” I tell him.

“Jesus,” he groans. “Do you touch yourself, Angel?”

His fingers strum against me.

I nod.

“Do you think about me while you do it?”

His touch is getting more insistent.

“Always.”

Sensations overwhelm.

Dom has me so close.

I can’t focus.

He asks me something.

“Dominic,” I whine, too needy to concentrate.

There’s a wet slap against my pussy, and I nearly explode.

“Tell me, and I’ll let you come.”

“Four,” I pant, arching my back. “There’s been four.”

Another slap, but then his palm presses into me harder and a finger slips inside me.

My body shakes.

Colors explode behind my eyes.

I cry out. Trembling. Tensing.

“Fuck,” Dominic curses, and then something warm splashes against my stomach.

A forehead drops against my shoulder.

And I smile into the dark.

I like Dominic a lot.





CHAPTER 11





Val





My blankets shift, warm air escaping, and I moan.

“Go back to sleep,” a voice tells me from beside my ear.

I do.





“Take these, Shorty.”

I blink. And awareness floods my brain in the form of a headache.

“Drink at least half of this bottle, then you can go back to sleep.”

My vision clears, and Dom’s hand is in front of my face.

I’m face down, how I usually sleep, so I shift up onto my elbows and grab the pair of white pills out of his palm with my right hand.

I pop them into my mouth, then take the open water bottle and swallow down half.

Dominic looks tired.

“What time is it?” My voice is quiet, and I can feel that I haven’t used it in a while.

“Eleven,” Dom answers as he takes the water bottle back.

My eyes widen, then close, that small amount of brightness from around the blackout curtains enough to make the pain in my head spike.

Dom screws the cap back on the bottle, then sets it on the nightstand. “We were up late. Go back to sleep.”

“You joining me?”

Dom nods. “In a minute.”

“Alright.” I drop my weight back to the mattress, then lift my head to look down at what I’m wearing.

I’m in a white T-shirt that has to belong to Dom, and I wiggle my hips to feel what must be a pair of his boxers.

I don’t remember changing.

Or going to bed.

But it hurts too much to think, so I lower my head back to the pillow.





My hand reaches out, missing what I’m trying to grab… And my eyes snap open.

The dream fades, and the room slowly comes into focus, the color of the light surrounding the curtains now a dark gold.

Dominic’s room.

Or rather, Dominic’s suite.

A few hours ago, I shuffled through the room to use the bathroom. So I know it’s nice. More than nice, it’s extravagant. And I think there’s a separate living room on the other side of the double doors, because I heard Dom on the phone once. But I haven’t looked. I’ve just slept.

And slept.

I try to roll over but finally notice the heavy weight pressed into my back.

I’m still sprawled face down across the king-size mattress, and apparently, Dom sleeps the same way I do. Only he’s on top of me, his body covering about half of mine.

It’s cute.

But it would be cuter if I didn’t have to pee and if he wasn’t so heavy.

I squirm to free myself.

Dominic groans. “Stay still.”

Groggy Dom is adorable.

“I have to get up.”

“Not yet.” He leans into me.

“Stop.” My laugh is smothered. “I need to go to the bathroom.”

Dom sighs but lifts his weight enough for me to slide out of the bed.

I try to keep my eyes half-closed as I shut myself in the bathroom and find the switch that turns on just the lights behind the mirror. My headache is mostly gone now, but I don’t want to chance it with bright lights.

I run my tongue across my teeth and grimace.

Standing on the tile floor, I realize how gross I feel all over. I haven’t showered since yesterday morning, and I think it’s probably close to sunset. A day and a half without showering is too long when you’re sharing a bed with a sexy-as-hell man.

I turn on the shower, letting the stall fill with steam while I quickly use the toilet.

I didn’t think we drank that much last night. But maybe I had more margaritas than I think I did. Or maybe we stopped for more drinks on our way back here.