“A lesson?” I giggle and bury my nose in his neck, breathing him in. “I’m kind of dizzy.”
We pass by the barn. I can hear voices, heavy breathing and Meg giggling.
“I think we found Meg and Will,” I whisper into Dom’s ear, as he hurries past.
“Merde, I didn’t need to ever hear that,” Dominic grumbles, making me giggle more. He strides around the store building, where I stood a few hours ago with Jules and Natalie, sets me on my feet, and pins me against the wall.
“I dare you,” he begins with fire in his bright blue eyes, “to say again that you’re going to go find another man to fuck.”
“Um, it was a joke, babe.”
His eyes narrow and his nostrils flare, and I know I’m in big trouble.
“Are you jealous?” I ask incredulously.
“Not usually,” he says. “I’m not the jealous type, but what’s mine is mine, Alecia. And you’re mine. What I have with you, I don’t want with anyone else. You’re all I fucking think about.”
He’s gathering my skirt in his hands until it’s bunched around my waist, and he slips his finger inside the elastic of the crotch of my panties and brushes the lips of my pussy, making me gasp.
“Dom!”
“That’s right.” He bites my lower lip, then soothes it with his tongue and pushes his finger farther into my panties. “Me. I’m the only one who can touch you here, or anywhere. This is mine.”
With those words, his finger slips inside me deeply and he presses against that spot that he knows so intimately, sending me up onto my tiptoes.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper.
He wraps his free arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him as he finger-fucks me, dragging his palm against my clit in the process, making me fucking crazy.
“I’m going to come,” I whimper, but he pulls his hand away.
“Not yet,” he growls.
“Hey!”
But before I can say anything more, he spins me around, bends me over, and shoves my panties aside, while I hear the zipper lower on his slacks and he’s suddenly slamming inside me. I have to brace my hands on the building for leverage as he fucks me hard and fast. His breath is harsh, his hands almost bruising on my hips.
I bite my lip, but I can’t be quiet as he fucks me unlike he ever has before. It’s primal. Rough.
Fucking amazing.
He leans over me and groans, presses his lips to my ear and whispers.
“You. Are. Mine. This is mine. Don’t ever forget that, tesoro.”
I push back on him and grin when I make him groan, but suddenly his fingers are pressing on my clit as he fucks me hard, and that’s all I can take. I come brutally, biting my own arm so as not to cry out, spasming around him.
“That’s right,” he says and pushes in me twice more before he stills and surrenders to his own climax, resting his forehead on my back.
Finally, he slips out of me and turns me to face him. He cups my face tenderly in his hands and kisses me gently, but when he pulls back, his eyes are no less fierce.
“Mine.”
Chapter Fourteen
~Dominic~
She’s fucking magnificent.
“I want six men at the parking lot,” Alecia says as she paces back and forth across my back patio. She’s holding every one of the twenty four men’s rapt attention. Her voice is sharp and no-nonsense. Her back straight. Her eyes hard.
I’ve never seen anything like her in my life.
“I was planning on four,” Derek, my head of security, replies. Derek is a former Army ranger, six-foot-five and built like a fucking brick house.
Alecia doesn’t even bat an eye.
“I need six.”
“No one knows where the wedding is being held,” Jason, the head of Alecia’s security, points out logically. “The guests are parking ten miles away and we’re bussing them in.”
“I’m aware,” Alecia replies. “Look, guys, I’m going to be a hard ass on this one. Will Montgomery won the Super Bowl last year, and it’s not just him that the paparazzi are interested in. You’re all aware that we have rock stars coming, movie stars, producers, and other football players. Security can’t be breached. If even one paparazzi follows a bus here, or figures out the location and spreads unauthorized photos, I’ll have all of your dicks on a platter.”
“Montgomery was smart about this,” Derek reminds her. “The guests were simply given an address to park their cars. Even they don’t know where they’re going.”
“I’m aware. I set it up,” she replies.
I lean my shoulder against the wall, cross my arms over my chest, and watch my woman take control over two dozen strong men.
I want to kiss the fuck out of her.
“If we put two more guys on the parking lot, that’s two less that will be here.”
“You’ll have eighteen men here,” she replies with a shake of the head. “Are you being a pain in the ass because I’m a woman, or are you just always this stubborn?”
Derek stands, his jaw ticking and watches Alecia for a long minute. She’s staring him down, and it’s the most amazing bout of chicken I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Fine,” he says at last. “You’ll get your six.”
“Yes, I will. Follow the guest list. I don’t care if someone claims to be a long lost grandma and turns on the big crocodile tears. If they’re not on the list, they don’t get in. Period. If you have questions, talk to me. I’ll have my earpiece in all day.”
“You know, I like a bossy woman.”
This comes from a younger kid, as tall and built as Derek, but clearly too young to know to keep his mouth shut. Alecia stops in her tracks, narrows her eyes and pins him in her glare.
“Do you?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he replies with a cocky smirk.
Oh, you young idiot.
“What’s your name?” she asks him.
“Stokes,” he replies.
“Stokes.” She crosses to him, props her hand on her hip and smiles sweetly at him. “Do you have mommy issues, Stokes?”
The other men smirk, but Stokes’ eyes go hard as his face sobers.
“No, I just think it’s fucking sexy when a woman has a backbone.”
Alecia tilts her head to the side and then nods. “Good. Because I have one. Don’t fuck this up, Stokes.” She backs away and nods to Derek and Jason. “That’s all. Let me know if there are any issues.”