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)
“That’s over. It was over before I ever drove into Breaker’s driveway and saw the woman I’ve been dreaming of fucking, kissing a brother and realizing I wanted to kill him for touching what should be mine.”
I gasp at his confession. I study his face, but with the intensity and heat I see written all over him, I don’t question what he’s saying at all. He’s being completely serious. My heart literally skips a beat, and without thinking, I lean back up to kiss him again. Slowly, Dom moves so he’s over my body and gently maneuvers me backward until I’m lying against the lawn. As I feel proof of his desire pressing against my body, I whimper. Our kiss becomes hungrier, desperate, and filled with so much desire that I completely surrender to it.
I never want it to end.
Chapter 21
Dom
“Your mind is a million miles away. What are you thinking, Dominic West?”
I let out a sigh, even as my lips twitch at the use of my full name. It’s almost been a week since Thea and I have been doing whatever it is we’re doing. Thea calls it dating. I don’t really date. I won’t admit it to her—yet—but there’s only one way I see this thing between the two of us going. She’s going to be wearing my cut. I need her. It’s as simple as that. She brings more clarity and peace into my life than I’ve ever had. I want her like I’ve never wanted another woman—Gabby included. I like everything about this woman, from her humor to the way she pouts when she doesn’t get her way. Hell, I even like the way she sings the most horrible songs known to man while cooking in the kitchen. I’ve been spending all my free time here at Breakers and I hate going home at night. I’ve begged her to stay with me again for the night, but she’s not relented. I want to tell her she’s pissing me off by holding back. I have been tempted to remind her she gave Raze a shot way earlier. I mean, that technically might be wrong unless you count the time she and I spent together while she was talking to Raze. I’m biting my tongue instead. I don’t want to do anything that’s going to push her away. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not about to let her run from what is between us. If she tried, I’d lock her down. I just don’t want to give her a reason to try to leave me behind.
Currently, we’re out to dinner at Shiloh’s. It’s a nice steak house and Thea likes it because of their salad bar. There’s a television hung on the wall across from me that’s televising a Kentucky men’s ballgame. Normally, I’d be really into it—especially since this is the first exhibition game with a new coach and a completely new team. Sadly, I could not care less right now because Thea is right. My mind is a mess.
“I’m dreading dinner with my parents tomorrow,” I mutter, my steak suddenly tasting like sawdust.
“Why?” she asks, confusion causing her forehead to wrinkle adorably.
“I don’t like you being across from me,” I respond instead of answering her question.
“It’s easier to eat and talk like this. I like to see your face,” she huffs.
“I like to be able to touch your face,” I counter. “Now, get over here.”
“There’s something that you’ve failed to understand, Dom.”
“There is?”
“Yeah. I have my own mind, and I am not moving my food over and carting my ass over there just because you demand it.”
I study her for a minute, shake my head and decide it’s not worth pissing her off to make her move. There’s more than one way to get what I want. I push my food over beside her. I hear a small gasp leave her lips and I pull my gaze up to her and grin.
Without a word, I stand up and move over to sit beside her. She moves to scoot over, still looking at me in shock, but I wrap my arm around her waist and lift so that she’s forced to sit in my lap.
“That’s better,” I purr, leaning in and burying my face in the crook of her neck and breathing her in.
“Dom! What on earth do you think you’re doing?”
“I need you close,” I explain.
“Put me down. We can’t eat like this.”
“We can. I’ll feed you,” I grab the fork from her plate and spear a piece of the sirloin she had cut, dip it in the brown gravy she ordered, and bring it to her lips.
Our gazes lock on one another. Her eyes flash with what I think might be resignation, then, reluctantly, she opens her mouth. As I feed her, something about the look in her eyes as I do makes me want to beat my chest and roar. I’ve never been like this and honestly, my feelings for Thea are borderline crazy. I don’t just crave her—it is more than that. I have this driving need to possess her, to make it so that she only depends on me. Hell, I want to lock her away to keep everyone else away from her—especially other men. I’ve never been this out of control before.