I tried to pay attention to what I was doing and not focus on the fact that I was so turned on, my juices were running down my thighs. I couldn’t stand it anymore, the scent of my arousal mixed with the tingling sensation. I slid my hand up under my dress and touched myself. When Dom gripped my hair harder and started meeting my mouth with his hips in rapid thrusts, I knew he was watching me.
I sucked harder and Dom let out a warning. “Fuck, Jules! Baby, I’m close! Oh God. Suck it, baby. I’m gonna cum!” He shoved my head down and bucked his hips up, shoving my nose into his crotch.
The head of his dick hit the back of my throat and fighting my gag reflex, I swallowed every single drop he gave me. I loved the taste of him. Sitting up, I realized he’d pulled over. We were parked in the lot of an abandoned building.
I was suddenly flipped to the backseat, with Dom following me. He pulled my dress up and then his mouth latched onto my clit. I screamed his name and pulled his hair at the same time, shoving his head into me. Feeling his tongue prodding at my core, lapping at my flesh.
Gripping my hips, he rose up and rammed into me. He didn’t even remove his jeans. Thrusting hard, he pounded my pussy. Damn, this was rough, dirty sex, and I couldn’t get enough. I loved every minute of it. Including when he leaned over and sucked my nipple into his mouth hard, causing me to plummet into a pleasurable darkness.
Both of us were panting, out of breath.
He leaned back, covered in a fine sheen of sweat. “Damn, baby. We should do this more often.”
I just laid there, utter happiness on my face, unable to say a word.
“Let’s get you home and in bed.” He kissed my forehead and help me get situated.
As we drove back to the clubhouse, I couldn’t help but think that the little break from our bat shit crazy reality was just what we’d both needed. I felt empowered.
All that was shattered when Dom’s phone rang.
His face grew tighter, his eyes darker, as he listened to whoever was on the other end in silence. He grabbed my hand and gave me a look that terrified me and broke my heart at the same time.
My stomach lurched. “What is it?” I mouthed.
“Okay, I’ll get her there.” He hung up the phone. He didn’t look at me as he pulled over into a gas station parking lot.
“Dom, what is it? You’re scaring me.” I scooted closer to him, a bad feeling settling over me.
He sighed, then pulled me into his lap. “I need you to stay strong, okay? We’re going to get through this.”
I shook my head, so scared I could barely breathe. “Just tell me.”
Dom brushed hair out of my face, kissed my lips softly, and then looked me in the eye. “It’s your dad. I’m sorry, baby. He’s dead.”
28
Jules
The beeping of the machine alerting me that Mom was still here was the only piece of comfort I had. Knowing I still had her made the thought of the long road to recovery bearable.
Dom’s warm hand squeezed my shoulder. I tilted my head and grazed my lips across his knuckles. He had been my rock through all this, the one person I’d been able to lean on.
Getting to my feet, I looked into his eyes. Sadness and sympathy loomed there. It broke me. I leaned into his arms as he wrapped them around me and sobbed. They were the painful kind of tears, the kind I couldn’t control. I cried for my mom, for my dad, for the love they’d had. A love cut too short. I cried for myself. I hadn’t been ready for him to leave. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. The inability to understand mixed with sadness and unanswered questions, fueling my rage and making the tears fall harder.
“Shh, baby. It’ll be okay. Cry all you need to. I’ve got you,” Dom whispered.
I pulled back, knowing he meant well, but unable to control the surge of anger. “No! It isn’t okay, Dom!” My voice cracked with emotion. “How do I do this?” I glanced at my mom lying in the hospital bed. “How do you tell someone that the person they’ve loved since they were nineteen is gone, and they can’t even say goodbye? How do I tell my mom that her husband, her best friend, my father, is dead?” I started to dissolve again when I heard a gasp. I spun around, covering my mouth with my hand. I rushed to my mom’s side. “I’m so sorry, Momma.”
Her face crumpled as tears poured down her cheeks. She shook her head. “No. No, it can’t be real!”
I sat in the chair next to her and grabbed her hand and kissed it. Leaning over, I gently pressed a kiss on her bruised cheek, trying not to hurt her. “I’m so sorry, Momma,” I whispered as tears ran down both our faces.
I held her as she cried for the love she’d lost too early. My already crumbling heart shattered. The brokenness she must have felt was something I prayed I never had to experience.
Mom cried herself to sleep. I sagged, laying my head down beside her. The sorrow and pain that came with the death of a loved one, especially a parent I was learning, took so much out of you. It drained you emotionally, mentally, and physically. I knew there were things I should be doing, but sitting here with her, I was unsure where to begin. What did I do? I wanted to take care of things for her so that she didn’t have to, but had no
