“Goddamn,you feel so good, baby girl,” he pants, making me swell around him. With every push into me, I can feel his hands gripping deeper into my hips. I grab the sheets, needing something to hang onto. A thrumming river of need rushes through my veins, coming to a burning head in my thighs, and I lean forward, allowing him to go deeper inside of me.
Both of us groan in desperation as the rush of the promised orgasm surges towards us.
“Fuck,” Dominic lets out, and I can feel myself tensing around him before he bucks against me as he comes undone inside me, pulling me into the current with him. I roll onto my side, and Dominic pulls his briefs back up. Then he runs his hand through his hair, wipes his brow with the back of his wrist, and takes a deep breath. Then, he walks out of the room.
I sit up slowly, struggling to find my land legs, but a lazy smile crosses my lips. I don’t think he sweats that hard in the ring.
Chapter 21
Dominic
“I knew it,”Andrew says with a smirk as he swirls the whiskey in his glass. “I fucking knew it.”
“You knew what?” I snap.
We are at the Cockpit. Neither of us fight tonight, but for the sake of reputation we are here. That and I like to study the tactics of the other fighters so I can predict their movements in future matches. Tonight we are here to drink and peacock around with the girls. They are currently peacocking alone by the bar while we sit back and watch.
“I knew you couldn’t keep your hands off her,” he says.
I yank my eyes away from Mila’s perfect ass to Andrew’s ugly mug. It isn’t easy to do, considering Mila’s outfit. She’s wearing a silver and black sequin dress that is so tight on her curves it looks like it was painted on. Her sky-high black stilettos make her ass look amazing.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I hiss.
Andrew just grins slyly. “I know you. It’s written all over your face, Dom. You fucked her. And if you didn’t fuck her, at the very least you ate her out.”
“Will you shut the fuck up?” I growl. I don’t know why I’m acting like the conversation is inappropriate. The crowd at the Cockpit is the same one that goes to high-end strip clubs. The only difference is they throw their money in the ring instead of at naked girls. At least here there’s a payout if you play your cards right.
“You know, for a man that got his rocks off, you sure are grumpy. It’s probably your age,” he says.
“We could fight tonight if you want. I’ll hop in the ring with you right now,” I threaten, and Andrew chuckles.
As much as I hate his ability to read me, we both know there’s no sense in me denying it any longer. Actually, it would probably just make it more painful. At this point, denying it is just going to draw the process out even longer, like a tooth extraction without enough Novocain.
“I don’t know how it happened,” I say, my eyes back on the girls. They’re standing at the bar waiting for drinks, talking to another group of girls. Honestly, it’s kind of funny. Mila is entrancing. Not just to me, but to everyone. The way she laughs and engages in conversation casts a spotlight on her. Not glaringly in a Brynn kind of way. In the kind of way that a crackling fire draws you into a room during a snowstorm.
“I do,” Andrew cuts in. “You live in the same house. You know she is lying in her bed in her room, wearing sexy lingerie. All the while, you are in your room, lying in bed jerking off as you think about her in that sexy lingerie.”
“She doesn’t sleep in lingerie,” I correct him. “She sleeps in these skimpy little satin pajamas.”
Andrew points at me. “And you know that because you fucked her. Now spill it and don’t leave out any of the good parts.”
Jesus.
Well, I suppose I did it to myself when I told him I wasn’t going to have sex with her. And now, ‘I had sex with Mila,’ is apparently written all over my face.
“We had been fighting,” I say.
“Sounds about right. Needed to take out some frustration,” he nods.
“Do you want to hear this or not?” I snap.
“My bad, do tell,” he says, and I take in a deep breath and let it out in a frustrated sigh.
“It was after her little performance,” I say.
“Ah. The dance.”
“Yeah. The way she was flouncing around on the stage, shaking her ass and sending the entire room into an uproar.”
