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DOM: Alliance Series Book Three(136)

Author:S.J. Tilly

Instead of the anger I expect to see on Aspen’s face, she looks impressed. “Okay, that’s kinda hot.”

I laugh. “You’re just as crazy as the rest of us.”

Aspen shrugs and picks up her coffee.

“Wait.” Payton tilts her head. “Why did you throw your ring out the window?”

I purse my lips. “Oh, right.” This one I don’t think I should tell them. “Well…”

Before I’m forced to think of a lie, I hear the front door unlock, and I’m off the stool, hurrying across the floor before the door opens.

“Dominic!” His name comes out as a cry, and my vision is blurring. Because he’s here. He’s here, and I’m so relieved.

Dominic doesn’t even hold the door open for anyone else, just strides through, crashing his body against mine.

“My Angel,” he murmurs against my hair as I bury my face in his chest. “My love.” His hand strokes down my loose hair. “My Valentine.”

“I was so worried.” I hug him tighter.

“I’m fine.” He kisses the top of my head. “We’re all fine.” He kisses my forehead. “But I’m tired, Angel. Take me to bed.”

Remembering that he’s still injured, I pull away.

But Dom doesn’t let me get far as he twines his fingers with mine.

As he leads me toward the stairs, I glance around, seeing King and Savannah embraced in the kitchen and Payton sitting on Nero’s lap in the living room. As we take the first step up, I see Aspen walking out the front door. With Rob.

But I put them out of my mind because we’re at the top of the stairs.

And then we’re at the bedroom. And Dominic pushes me through the door and slams it shut behind us.

“Clothes off,” he demands as he starts to undress himself.

I do as he says, dropping my shirt on the floor next to his.

I have a flicker of a moment to realize he’s in different clothes than he was when he left yesterday and that he must’ve found a place to shower and change. But then he’s shoving his pants down his hips, and I no longer care what he was wearing.

Because he’s naked. And he’s mine.

The bright white bandage on his chest reminds me how close I came to losing him. And when he turns to climb onto the bed, the white bandage on his back reminds me that he took those bullets to save me.

He risked his life to protect mine.

And that’s what matters.

Not how we started.

Not his motivations.

Not any of what happened before.

What matters is what happens now.

What happens next.

Dom settles onto his back. “Climb on top of me, Mama.”

I drag my panties off, then move to the foot of the bed to comply.

Except I don’t crawl all the way over him. I stop, kneeling between his thighs.

My hand grips the base of his already hard cock. “I know I should be mad at you. About the pills.” I drag my hand up his length, then back down. “But I’m not.”

His gaze is hooded as he looks down at me. “Why’s that?”

I lower my mouth until it’s right over his swollen head. “Because I want to keep you, too, Big Guy. And I’ve decided to lean in.” Then I close my lips around him, taking him as deep as I can.

Dominic arches his back with a groan.

I slide back up, licking along the underside of his length. “But if you ever scare me like that again, I’m not having sex with you for a month.” I threaten him, then suck him back into my mouth.

He reaches down and gathers my hair away from my face so he can watch me work his length in and out of my mouth.

“Never, Angel. Never again,” he promises.

I take him even deeper, and my throat constricts at the intrusion.

He tugs gently on my hair. “Jesus, that’s enough. Get the fuck up here so I can fill that sweet pussy.”

I let him pop free from my mouth, but before I move, I lower my head and lick across the words inked right above his dick.

“That’s right, Mama. Til fucking Death.” He drags me up his body. “Now sit on my dick and show me how wet sucking my cock made you.”

His hands are still in my hair, and he pulls my mouth down to his, pushing his tongue into my mouth as I lower onto his length, the whole of him sliding into me smoothly, because he’s right. I’m so fucking wet.

“God damn,” he groans against my lips. “God fucking damn.” His hips thrust up to meet mine.

I clench around him.

“Talk to me, Angel. Tell me how you feel,” he commands.