Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“Who did you want there?”
“You, Dom. You’ve always owned a piece of my heart. I’m starting to think you always will.”
“Thank fuck,” he growls. He stands up, his hands going under my ass to support me as I wrap my legs around him.
“Where are we going?” I squeak, holding onto him and laughing at the same time.
“We’re going to try out the new sheets I bought today. The bed came with the place, it will have to go, eventually. I want you in a king size, but I want to go bed shopping with you.”
“You do?”
“This is our future, Gorgeous. I want us both to have a say in everything.”
“Stop talking and get me to this bedroom you’re talking about,” I order.
“Fuck, woman,” he groans, kissing me as we make it down the hall.
Maybe it’s wishful thinking, but it sure feels like Dom and I are on the same page. I’m done holding back. I’m going to give him so much love that he knows that no matter what, I’ll be here. I won’t turn my back on him. I’m not going to allow his club to either.
No matter what I have to do.
Chapter 32
Dom
“You okay, Gorgeous?” I ask, glancing over at her before bringing my attention back to the road.
I keep repeating myself, but Thea is being too quiet. Last night was one of the best nights of my life. It was just the two of us, away from all the bullshit. I showed her my test results, and we threw the condom rule out the window. We had sex so often last night that my damn balls are sore. I may have to ice them later at this rate. For her part, Thea has been yawning more than she’s talking. There’s a certain amount of pride that comes with knowing you wore your woman out. I’d take time to enjoy that, but I’m busy dreading what I’m about to do. I never thought I’d hand my cut in. I never saw a future before me that didn’t involve the club. It’s going to be like cutting off my right arm. I don’t have a choice, though. I just don’t.
“I’m fine,” she laughs. “Just like the last fifty times you’ve asked me. Quit worrying about me. You’re the one I’m worried about. I’m also majorly pissed. You may have to help me keep my mouth in check.”
“How about I talk to them and do what I need to do, and you start packing up my shit in my room? All I really need is the clothes I have in the closet and the lockbox in the dresser drawer.”
“Dom,” she sighs.
“I know you want to be with me. I’m not saying you can’t, but it is club business. I just don’t want one of them to hurt your feelings because I may have to kill them.”
“Please. I’m a lot of things, but there’s no way some overly testosterone filled man will make me cry.”
I laugh despite feeling like part of me is dying today. I know I’ll get through it. I’ve got Thea and if she’s got my back, I’ll dig my way through to the other side. That much I am sure of. The rest of it, I will deal with as it comes.
I keep reminding myself of that as I pull my truck into the club’s drive. Thea reaches over and squeezes my hand. “You don’t have to do this,” she whispers.
“I do, sweetheart. Regardless of all the other bullshit, I can’t stay in a club where none of them have my back and think I’m a liability they have to keep secrets from. That’s not how the club is supposed to work. I have fucked up. I freely admit that. Everyone else, though, is doing the very thing they’re holding against me. I can’t be in that club and wonder what else they are keeping from me or worry about what will happen if I fuck up again. How am I supposed to trust them?”
“Shit,” she mutters under her breath. “How can I help you, Dom?”
“You are helping me, baby,” I respond, but as soon as I realize what I said, I wince. “Sorry, I know you don’t like it when I call you baby. I’m trying, but I seem to slip up here and there.”
“I don’t mind it. You have found other ways to make me feel special. I don’t feel like I’m one of many any longer.”
“That’s good, because you definitely aren’t. I’ve said it before, but maybe I need to repeat it daily so you’ll believe me. You’re everything to me.”
“I won’t complain if you tell me often,” she confesses.
“Let’s get this over with. We have a bed to go shopping for.”
“Dom, maybe we should hold off. I mean, you’re not with the club anymore. I know you’ll need time to adjust to life away from it.”