Getting into the shower, I found myself replaying the events of this evening. Having Dom trap me in the back of his car while he jerked me off. I’d never had a hand job that fucking good.
There was something about him. About the way he spoke. The way he moved. His entire vibe. I couldn’t get enough of him.
While shampooing my hair, I thought about texting him. Would he even reply? What would I say? How much further could we take this before it all blew up in our faces?
When I exited the shower, I toweled myself off before wrapping one around my waist. Leaving the steamy bathroom, I returned to the bedroom, noticing a notification on the burner phone. I picked it up to read the return message and my stomach dropped.
Getting out now isn’t an option. Get the job done or you’re next on our list.
What the fuck? I wasn’t anyone’s bitch. Although I knew better than to brush off a threat of any kind, I wouldn’t be forced into doing a job for anyone.
I decided not to reply. Instead, I slipped into a clean T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants before running a comb through my damp hair. I pulled out my personal phone, thinking about sending a message to Dom. After staring at the blank screen for an exceptionally long time, I swiped out of the message and tucked my phone in my pocket.
Heading back downstairs, I found Damon just as I’d left him. Only now he had a bag of barbeque chips propped in his lap.
“Bad news,” I said. “They said if I don’t take out Dom, then they’re coming for me. I really fucked up, Damon. I never should’ve accepted that job on the fly like that.”
Damon looked me over, his gaze landing on the rope burns on my wrists. “Care to explain that?”
I glanced down at the red, raw marks. “I may have attacked Dom with a rope in his car. The tables turned, I guess.”
“Jesus Christ, Noah. Are you fucking this guy?” Damon never ceased in shoveling chips into his mouth.
“No. There’s been no fucking.” I sat down on the couch next to him, helping myself to some chips. “Not yet anyway. Dude gives a hell of a hand job though.”
Damon released an annoyed sigh. “For fuck’s sakes. No wonder you don’t want to kill him anymore. In what world do you think this is going to end well? Is this just a physical thing? Is there something more going on that I should know about?”
Since I didn’t have the answer to that question, I brushed him off. “Don’t worry about it. I’m just having fun with him.”
He studied me intently, knowing me so well. “I call bullshit. Don’t get attached to this guy. Noah. He’s the enemy, remember?”
“Yeah yeah, I know. Trust me, he never lets me forget.” I didn’t mean for that to come out sounding so wistful. Oops. Hoping Damon didn’t notice, I averted my attention, staring at the TV instead.
I felt him studying me. Dammit.
“Don’t fuck with me here, man. What’s really going on with you and Dom? Do the Kings know?” When I didn’t immediately respond, he slapped my arm.
“I don’t know what they know. We don’t really talk about that kind of thing.” We didn’t do a whole lot of talking at all. Aside from snarky banter and threats.
Damon wasn’t willing to let it go. “You know that if you fall for this guy, everything changes. I’m not telling you who you can be with. I just think you need to handle this carefully.”
He was right. I knew that. Everything would change. Yet I doubted Dom would be interested in anything other than screwing around the way we already were. He didn’t seem like the type to open up and let someone like me in.
“It’s cool, Damon. Dom and I are just messing around. He’s not the problem right now. If Project X is going to fuck us all over, we need to be focused on that instead.” My gaze dropped to the rope burns on my wrists. Lightly I traced a finger over one, remembering.
Dom and I were in too deep to go back now. I still wanted a piece of him. But I wouldn’t be doing jack shit on behalf of anyone else. Project X could go fuck themselves.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
DOM
My morning was off to a late start. At some point I’d turned off my alarm while sleeping. When I finally rolled out of bed, I was already fifteen minutes late for my first class. It would’ve been nice if Stray would have woken me up before he left the house. Jerkass.
I rushed through brushing my teeth, tugging on fresh jeans and a T-shirt before slipping my hoodie over my head and booking it out the door. My hair was a mess of bedhead. Not that it mattered.
The campus parking lot was a solid ten minute walk from the wing where my classroom was located. Not up for running, I settled for a solid speed walk. I wasn’t expecting to see Noah as I passed by the first entrance to the building. He stood outside with Damon and a few other guys smoking.
Our eyes locked. A subtle smirk curved his lips. I felt it all the way to my groin. Annoyed with myself and my dick for responding, I dragged my gaze away.
