And it didn’t hurt that he’d been finding delicious ways of entertaining me in our room when he had the free time.
Like yesterday, when I was in the shower after my workout.
Dom came in and slid into the shower behind me. He turned me around, lifted me high, and then glided me back down his body, landing right on his cock. I moaned as I felt his hard length burying inside me, the delicious pressure as he stretched me. I gasped and he groaned as he bottomed out, fully seated.
He pinned me between his hard body and the shower wall, and pistoned his hips into me. His powerful, rhythmic thrusting brought me to the edge faster than ever before. Then he stopped, holding me there for a moment before he pulled out of me.
I whimpered and he kissed me. “Shh. Just wait. It’ll be even better. I promise.”
Still holding me, he turned the faucet off and stepped out of the shower. Without even grabbing a towel, he carried me to the bed. Placing me on my feet, he laid on the bed and patted his stomach, grinning. I quickly climbed on top of him.
Deciding to keep him hanging like he did to me, I slowly slid back down his length, moaning all the way down until our hips met. Then I stopped moving and watched as the muscles in his neck tightened.
When I just smiled at him and stayed still, he groaned. “Baby, I need you to move.” I just squeezed him with my inner muscles. “Fuck, baby, I can’t take it!” He grabbed my hips and lifted me, dropping me back down.
Moving my hips as he thrusted upward, he set a fast, steady pace. Up and down. Harder and faster. I felt him swell inside me, and it was like it set off a rocket in my body. I yelled his name as he emptied himself inside me.
When we’d caught our breath, I smiled at him. “Now that’s one way to distract me from being stuck in here.” I shifted and curled up into Dom, the contented bliss dragging me under.
21
Jules
Wandering around looking for Dom, I noticed a couple prospects sitting in the kitchen. When I asked where Dom might be, the only response I got was that he was in church.
One of the prospects gave me a snarky look. “Shouldn’t you be back upstairs in your safe little room?”
“Excuse me?” I said. I looked at his patch and it said Ernie. “Who in the hell do you think you’re talking to, Ernie? I will go anywhere I damn well please!” I stomped past him, almost smacking right into Mac as he walked in. “Where is Dom?” I didn’t try to hide the agitation in my voice.
“We just finished church. He should be still in there.” He grabbed my arm as I tried to brush by him. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing, except for the fact that your prospects need to be schooled on who the hell I am and how to talk to a lady!” I said it loud enough for that jackass to hear. Little bitch needed to watch what he said to me. I was Sal fucking Galenti’s daughter, and Dom’s woman.
I dodged around Mac, shooting a glare at Ernie as I slid out the door and headed to their chapel. I stood in the open door and scanned the room. Finding Dom, I noticed he was still talking to their President, Locke. I knocked on the door jamb and walked in just as they both jumped to hide the stuff on the table.
I edged closer. “What is that?” I didn’t want to butt in on their club business, but they were acting weird.
Dom moved between me and the table. “Nothing, baby. Don’t worry about it. We have it taken care of.” He cut a look at Locke, who shrugged. When Dom turned back to face me, he looked nervous. He tried to scoot me away from the table and back toward the door.
“No!” I said vehemently, my own nerves on edge now. He wouldn’t be acting that way if whatever was on that table wasn’t about me. “If it concerns me, I have a right to know, Dom!”
He looked at me, his face stern but worried at the same time. “You know, if you were anyone else coming in here . . .” He ran a hand through his hair, then stood taller. “You know better, Jules. Our club business isn’t yours. Rules are rules. I don’t care if you’re my girl or not.”
I stared him down. I didn’t fear him. I knew he was only reminding me of the rules to protect me. And to get me to back down. I wasn’t going to.
“Just show her, Dom,” Locke ordered.
Dom sighed, then grabbed a manila envelope. He opened it and spread the contents out on the table. I leaned over to look and gasped, covering my mouth with my hand. Laying on the table were about ten photos of me in various stages of every day activity. At Dom’s place, at the supermarket, at the gym. Every place I was every day.
I finally made my voice work. “Where did these come from?”
Locke answered. “They’ve been showing up in different places. Around the apartment, one on your car, and one in the door of your apartment every day since you arrived here at the clubhouse.” Moving the photos around, he picked one up and handed it to me. “Today we got this.”
It was a picture that was taken of me inside the apartment, my last day there. I was naked, in the process of changing. I picked up the sheet of paper that was with it.
I will find you. I own you. You belong to me and always have. No matter who you’re screwing. I will take what belongs to me. You were a gift and I will claim that gift. I don’t care who
