DOM: Alliance Series Book Three (32)
After shuffling over to the sink, I’m rinsing off the hand soap when I realize what I’m looking at.
My toothbrush.
In Dominic’s bathroom.
How did…
I use the mirror to glance around the spacious bathroom, and my brain finally registers what it jumped over before. My little roller suitcase is sitting in front of the tub.
Did we go get my stuff last night? I feel like I would’ve remembered that.
I spot my phone on the bathroom counter, having left that in here, too.
Picking it up, I see a text from the group of girls I came here with saying have fun.
Thankfully, I apparently texted them to let them know I’d be staying with Dom.
Conscious that the shower has now been running for too long, I let my eyes drift closed while I hurry through brushing my teeth. And then I open them just enough to zombie my way through a shower.
Since I didn’t feel like digging my toiletries out of my suitcase, I use Dom’s stuff. And the hotel’s hair conditioner, because apparently, Dom’s haircut doesn’t need conditioner.
The bodywash smells like him, and I lather myself in it twice, but I still need to hunt down that cologne.
Just thinking about his cologne triggers a scent memory from last night. Him holding me while I ground against him, inhaling against his neck.
Heat blooms low in my belly.
I remember his hand between my legs. I remember his mouth on mine.
I reach out and turn off the water.
We didn’t have sex last night. We’ve had sex before, so I know what I feel like down there afterward. I feel sore. Swollen. But I don’t feel any of that right now, so I definitely didn’t have Dominic’s dick inside me last night.
I appreciate that we didn’t do it while we were both completely wasted. But if Dom’s also feeling better, then we’re gonna change that.
I reach out with my left hand to open the glass shower door. But instead of connecting with the metal handle silently, my hand connects with a clink.
I jerk my hand back and look at my palm.
The lights are low in here, but there’s no missing the thick gold band visible on the underside of my ring finger.
I stare at it.
For three breaths, I stare at the bottom of the ring.
The ring on my wedding ring finger.
My next breath is choppy as I slowly rotate my hand.
The next breath stops altogether.
A giant round-cut diamond stares back at me.
It’s…
I choke on my next breath.
It’s so pretty.
Stunning. Beautiful.
A row of diamonds is inlaid into the wide band, highlighting the large stone.
“Oh my god,” I whisper.
I reach up with my right hand to touch the diamond.
“Oh my god!” I say louder this time.
Because I’m married.
I’m married to Dominic.
CHAPTER 12
Val
Dressed in nothing but the black button-down I found hanging in the bathroom, I swing the door open, my towel-dried hair already soaking through the cotton shirt.
Dom is still in the bed, but he’s on his back now, lounging against a pile of pillows with his hands behind his head, blanket around his hips, and his naked torso on display.
My mouth opens and closes.
How is this man real?
Dom’s stomach muscles bunch as though my gaze is affecting him like a touch, and I force my eyes up his body.
I open my mouth again, but I don’t know what to say.
There are tiny bits, just seconds, here and there, of memories.
I remember standing somewhere with Dom.
Remember leaning into him. But did we really…?
Dom raises his brows and lifts one of his arms. His left arm. Which he holds in front of him, showing me the thick gold band circling his ring finger.
I shakily raise my hand, diamond facing him.
“We got married,” I squeak.
“We got married.” Dominic, calm as ever, nods his head at my hand. “At least we did it with style.”
I turn my hand back over so I can see the sparkly side. “I…” A laugh bubbles out of me. “Did we seriously do this?”
“We seriously did.”
My eyes bounce back and forth between my diamond and my… husband. My newly wedded husband who seems way too calm.
I drop my hand. “How did this happen?”
“If memory serves, there’s a chapel just a few doors down from the Thai place we were at.” He lifts a shoulder. “I’m guessing drinks, talking about family and good women, may have caused us to be a bit rash.”
“A bit?!” Panic threads through my words. “Dominic, we got married.”
He smirks. “Yeah, we did. Now get over here, wife.”
“Dominic, I need you to be serious.”
“I’m deadly serious, Angel. Now get the fuck over here so we can talk face-to-face.” Dom flips back the blanket so he can sit up. And my mouth goes dry.
He’s wearing boxers. Only boxers. But they’ve ridden up.
And sweet Jesus… His thighs.
I knew they’d be strong and thick with muscles, but seeing them is different from sitting on them. Because they’re also tattooed.