Dominic would. He’d never let us fall.
“You feel so good, baby,” he moaned. “I can’t get enough. It’s never enough.”
He was right. It wasn’t. I wanted more. Wanted to moan as loud as I could. Wanted to take our time together. Wanted more than just these rushed, near-silent moments.
I wanted the whole night. Complete privacy.
With him inside me. Over me. Pinning me. Stretching me.
Consuming me.
My toes curled in my boots as I came. Dominic followed, gasping against my mouth.
“Fuck,” he wheezed, burying his face in my neck. He moved his hand to the side, careful not to drop any of the cum he’d helpfully caught. “I needed that.”
I kissed his temple as I laughed quietly. “Was this morning’s blowjob not enough to keep you going?”
“Nope.” He pressed open-mouthed kisses along the front of my throat. “Nothing’s enough, Shadow. I’m fucking addicted.”
I was glad he couldn’t see the dopey grin I was wearing. “Ditto.”
I was still grinningtwo hours later as I made my way to the bus stop. Dominic was already there, a cigarette between his fingers as he chatted to Max.
I came to a halt beside them. “Hey.”
“Hey, Shadow,” Dominic cocked his head to the side as he took a slow drag of his cigarette. “You okay? You look…satisfied.”
I bit the inside of my cheek to hold back my grin. “Just happy to be going home.”
“Mm-hmm.” Dominic’s eyes glimmered with mischief. “Got any fun plans?”
I did. He knew I did, having whispered them in my ear as we’d stumbled out of the cupboard, tugging our clothes back into position. “Maybe.”
Max snorted, making me jump slightly. I’d forgotten he was there. From the colour rising on Dom’s cheeks, so had he. “Ryan wouldn’t know fun if it stripped itself down and posed on his bed for him.”
I choked on my spit, slamming a hand against my chest. Dominic, the fucker, just smirked. “I think Ry has hidden depths.”
“Ryan,” Max said through gritted teeth. “His name is Ryan. Not Ry. Not Shadow. Ryan.”
I tensed, my gaze flitting between them. Max didn’t usually bait Dominic as openly as this. Then again, I wasn’t surprised. Given how much time the two of us had been spending together, I was amazed Max hadn’t thrown more of a strop before now. I supposed I had Amy to thank for that. Max was the kind of person who became consumed when in a relationship. Obsessed, even.
I’d never thought I’d be like that myself. Turned out my twin and I were more alike that I’d ever admit in that regard.
Dominic’s gaze was cool as he studied my brother. “By that logic, should I start calling you Maximillian?”
“Fuck off.” Max scowled, kicking at a rock. “It’s not the same and you know it.”
Funny thing was, Max was right. It wasn’t the same. Because when Dominic used these nicknames, it meant something more.
Something he’d never feel towards Max.
“Here’s Amy.” Dominic jutted his chin in her direction. “Better untwist your knickers before she gets here.”
Max rolled his eyes, flipping his middle finger at Dominic before stalking off in her direction.
“He’s getting suspicious,” I said, watching him go. “He doesn’t like us getting closer.”
Dominic shrugged. “He’s going to have to get used to it. You’re not going anywhere.”
