I slam back into her and watch her beautiful lips part with a cry of pleasure. I keep up a steady pace, holding her eyes. My breathing comes in pants as I fuck her exactly how she wants. She wants it brutal; she wants to believe that’s who I am. I’ll give her that. I won’t deny her. I thrust into her, and I don’t hold back. Her breasts bounce with my movements and I reach forward to cup one and squeeze it and pull to give her the added sensation. Her mouth hangs open, and her eyes squeeze shut as I keep up my pace. Her whimpers turn to squeaks, and I know she’s getting close. My hand flies to her clit as a cold sweat breaks out on my body.
“Cum for me.” Her back bows, and her head falls to the mattress as she does exactly what I told her to do. My balls draw up, and my spine tingles as I find my own release with hers. I pump into her with every wave until the aftershocks have passed.
I gently pet Becca’s back and kiss her shoulder. “Stay here, doll.” I plant another kiss on her shoulder and grab a hand towel from the bathroom to clean up. I wipe both of us off and lay her gently on the bed. I wasn’t gentle with her. Not like I was planning to be at her place.
I lie down beside her and pull her into me. None of that crying on her own shit. Tonight she’s mine. “You alright, babe?” I ask as she backs her ass up to nestle between my hips. It makes a soft smile form on my lips.
“Hmmm.” She’s so exhausted she can’t even answer. I rub my hand down her arm and kiss her shoulder before settling behind her. Her warm body against mine feels so right.
A pang pains in my chest at the thought, and just as I close my eyes and pray for sleep to take me, I hear her say it. “I love you, Dom.” It’s mumbled from her lips. I prop myself up on my elbow and look at her. She’s peacefully asleep, but I know I heard her say it.
I lie back down and kiss her hair. “I love you, doll.” I whisper the words and pray maybe that will be enough.
Dom
I can’t stop watching her fuss over her little boy. They’re in my kitchen, sitting at the island eating breakfast. I lean back against the granite, gripping it to keep me in place. I could see myself with them. I could see myself with one arm wrapped around her waist, and my other hand messing up Jax’s hair. An asymmetric grin pulls at my lips as she leans over to fix his hair. It makes me want to mess it up even more.
I can see the three of us together. But she can’t. Or won’t. I don’t know which.
I push off the counter to walk over to her, but my phone goes off. It catches Becca’s attention, and she looks at me with anxiety in her eyes. She’s been asking to go home since she woke up. She’s been avoiding me, and not letting me touch her.
Well, she doesn’t move away from me, but she stills in my arms. She doesn’t mold to me and thrive in my embrace like she did last night. I knew it would be like this. I just didn’t know it would hurt this much.
“Yo.” I answer the phone how I always do, but when her eyes fall to the counter and then to Jax, I wish I hadn’t answered it at all.
“Got 'em,” Johnny says, and I know exactly what he’s talking about.
“How many?” He got De Luca and his crew. My fists clench, and my blood runs cold. I’m gonna beat the fucking piss out of them and make them suffer for what they did to my girl.
“All.” An evil smirk forms on my face, and I have to walk out of the kitchen to hide it from her.
I remember what Becca said so I ask, “Is a dragon there?”
There’s hesitation on the other end. I know I’m not supposed to ask detailed questions. It can always come back around if shit on the other end is heard.
“It’s here. All of ‘em.” I nod my head and let out a sigh of relief. Her house is fine, untouched. I got that message when I woke up. And now De Luca is done. That’s everything. Everything that’s given me a reason to keep her to myself.
“Later.”
“Later, boss,” he answers quickly, and hangs up. Short calls, that’s the way they have to be.
My brow furrows as I pocket my phone and walk back into the kitchen. I grip the back of the chair that Becca’s sitting in at the island. As soon as these fuckers are gone, there’s no reason for me to keep her here.
My eyes travel to her son who gives me a happy smile before picking his bowl up and slurping the milk out. I know why she doesn’t want me and it hurts, but she’s right. I can’t put her son through this life. I couldn’t guarantee her safety, and I can’t ask her to risk her son. A frown pulls at my lips, and I can’t help it. It hurts. I don’t want to say goodbye.
“Who was that?” I smirk at her. She’s gotta learn to not ask so many questions. The smirk fades as I realize she doesn’t. She doesn’t have to learn shit; she’s leaving me.
“That was what I needed to hear this morning.” That’s all I can really say to her. She’s already seen too much. I won’t risk her knowing any more.
“We can go home?” Her eyes widen with hope. It fucking shreds me.
“Yeah, doll. As soon as Jax is done with breakfast, I’ll let you two go.”
Becca
Everything hurts. Every last bit of me aches. But I won’t take the pills. I want to feel the pain. My chest hurts the worst. The knot where my heart used to be just won’t go away.
“Mommy!” Jax yells through the hall.
“Jax!” He’s butt naked, and his towel is on his shoulders like a cape. I shake my head and try to hide my smile. This kid. “Baby, I told you to get your PJs on.”
“I want sleepover.” He’s giving me those puppy dog eyes he always gives me. But that’s something I can’t cave on. That’ll never happen again. I’m grateful he isn’t anything but happy about everything. He has no idea. Thank fuck he’s only three.
I squat down and hold back the wince from the slight pain in my ass. “We’ll do another play date with Ava soon, okay?” I gently push the hair out of his face and wrap his towel around him.
He purses his lips and narrows his eyes at me, and I can’t help but crack up laughing. “Bedtime, mister.” I use my mommy voice, and he doesn’t like that.
“Daddy never made me go bed.” He pouts, and I have to hold everything back and try to think about what I read online. I’m coming up short. How to handle divorce. How to handle death. I don’t remember. I can’t think. I don’t know what’s best. My body heats with anxiety, and I have no idea how to respond to him.
“Fine!” He stomps his foot and crosses his arms. As soon as his back is turned, I stand and wipe the bastard tears from my eyes.
Fucking hell, could today get any worse?
Work was a disaster; I wish I’d just stayed away. Who the fuck am I kidding? Work was just like every other day. That’s not what hurt about today.
I force myself to straighten my back and pick out a book to read for his bedtime story. “This one, baby?” I ask.
“I’m not a baby, Mom.” He huffs and lies back on the bed. “I’m three.” He holds up three fingers and speaks with exasperation. I wish I wasn’t so fucking emotional, because that really hurt. I want to scream. I want to cry. But instead I ask, “Okay Jax, this one?”