Where We Ended (Where We Began Duet Book 2) Page 6

  Snaking a hand between us, I hook my fingers in the crotch of her panties and rip them right off her body. Spreading her legs, I shove her knees towards her ears. Her lower lips open for me. They're coral pink, glistening with her dripping, glorious juice. I take such a long, deep breath that my vision gets fuzzy. Parting her vulva with my thumbs, I plan to make her wait.

  Laiken pushes herself onto my mouth. It unravels my patience.

  My first lick is tender; I trace the gentle curve of her mons. Her salty flavor makes me drool. I thought I was just starving. It's more than that. I need everything she has to offer. I can't see the start or end of this ocean of desire. I'll never have enough.

  I'll drink her up until I drown.

  “Dominic, fuck,” she pants. Tangling her fingers in my scalp, she tugs. I'm forced deeper, my tongue flattening over her clit. Her knees hug my ears as I roll my tongue on her firm nub. I dip lower until I lick her from her asshole back up to her pretty folds.

  Her toes curl against my back, heels digging in. “You're delicious,” I whisper. Stroking two fingers over her slick entrance, I nudge them in—making her gasp—then slide them up to her open mouth. “Taste yourself.”

  The heat in her stare flares hotter. Obediently she licks my fingers, drawing them in, sucking them as she holds my gaze evenly. My cock is so damn hard it hurts. And she's given me a wonderful idea.

  “Move,” I say, helping her out of the way so I can slide the seat as far back as possible. I keep guiding her until she's kneeling on the floor mat. Reclining on the leather seat, I spread my legs, enjoying how she looks between them. “You know what I want you to do.”

  She touches her own lips, still tasting herself. Her attention is locked on my massive erection where it tents my pants. “I've never done it before.” Her voice is a hoarse whisper. It turns me on another notch. “What if I'm bad at it?”

  “You won't be. Anything you do will be perfect,” I assure her.

  Laiken inches closer, her face near my inner thighs. She reaches for my zipper, and my shaft throbs, visibly jumping against my pants. She freezes, and I think she doesn't look scared—she's as excited as me.

  My top button pops open. She yanks the zipper down, gazing at my erection in my black boxers. There's a wet spot soaked through from my pre-come. Peeling the elastic band down sets my cock arching proudly in the air. She breathes in drastically. “Jesus, you're huge.”

  My smirk stretches wide. “Did you expect it to shrink since you last saw it?”

  Laiken glances up at me. I stop breathing, too busy bathing in the beauty of this woman kneeling in front of my fully erect cock. The reddish tip is almost the same shade as her parted lips. I can't wait to see them wrapped around it.

  Her fingers circle my base. Hot sparks of pleasure make me hiss. I thrust into her touch, trying to coax her to suck me off faster. I'm capable of many things—I terrify strangers and friends alike—but right then, with Laiken squeezing my shaft, I'm helpless. I'd do anything if she just asked me.

  She slips her tongue along my skin. I sink further into the seat, crushing the door handle with one hand, the opposite seat with the other. The windows are fogging from our heavy breathing as it mixes.

  Her mouth is a warming welcome when it circles my cock-head. “Fuuuck,” I groan, the word never ending. She's encouraged by my reaction, I think, because she grips me harder and draws me in deeper. I hear her muffled sounds as she struggles to fit me all the way in her mouth.

  I watched through hooded eyes, fascinated by her determination. Her eyes are watering now. Saliva streams down my veins, pooling on my pubic hair. Mascara stains the underside of her eyes. She's a total mess and it's the most stunning sight in existence. I commit it to memory.

  Gasping, she yanks free and takes a desperate breath. Her whole face is pink. “Are you okay?” I ask.

  She wipes at the corners of her eyes. “You think I taste good? Dominic, I didn't know something could feel so amazing in my mouth. I felt you twitch, and it was like the sensation traveled through my body into . . .”

  “Say it,” I whisper, my knuckles bone-white from my grip.

  “My pussy.” She shivers, eyelashes fluttering.

  “I love hearing that word from your dirty mouth.” My hands fly forward, catching her around her jaw. Bending down, I kiss her roughly. I taste myself and it makes me harder. “I think you love saying it, too.”

  Laiken shuts her eyes, her tongue swiping over my teeth. She reaches for my cock again, but I lift her into my lap. Her thighs straddle me, my thick length nestling along the curve of her ass. “Wait,” she gasps, leaning away. “Don't you want me to finish sucking—” I shut her up with another kiss, my fingers winding in her long hair.

  “Your mouth is amazing, but you have something else I want,” I say, searching her eyes. They're dazed, like she's high on something. Reaching around her, I smack open my glove box. Withdrawing a condom, I'm quick to rip the foil. Her lips are close to my ear, her breathing ragged and wild. She wants this. She’s not trying to pretend otherwise.

  I can't see my cock; blindly I grip it where it's grinding on her skin, sliding the latex over the tip until I'm covered. Hoisting her by her waist, I pick her up, repositioning us so that my dick is now resting against her belly and clit.

  Holding my fingers on her lower back, I encourage her to rock her hips. “Rub against me,” I command in a velvety voice. I feel her tremble through my fingertips. But she does as I ask, rolling her hips, grinding her pussy on my rigid cock.

  Her juices make the condom's surface slick. She's boiling hot in my arms. I press my lips to her forehead, tracing my nails over her spine. “That's good,” I whisper, my balls tightening from the pleasure of her pressure. “Fucking so good. Fuck.”

  “Dominic,” she breathes. Sweat drips from her chin to my shoulder. “I need to come. I'm really close.”

  “Don't you dare,” I growl. Squeezing the globes of her ass, I force her to rub on me even harder. “Get close to the edge, but do not go over.”

  “Fuck,” she whimpers. “I can't control that.”

  “Try to.” My open palm smacks her ass; she jumps then moans loudly. The sound flows into my lower belly. I'm tense all over, ready to pop. “Tell me when you're almost there. Right before you orgasm.”

  “Mmm. Ah, that's . . . everything feels amazing!” Her skin is on fire, saturating me with sweat as she struggles to keep herself from coming. The control she's exhibiting is impressive, but I'm reveling in my control over her. It makes me crazy how eager she is to listen to me when we're like this.

  It's the only time she lets her guard down.

  It's the same for me.

  “There!” she yelps, gripping my biceps, trying to get me to stop moving her on my cock. “I'm there, I'm there! Please, ah, I can't hold back!”

  With a grunt, I lift her upwards, spearing her onto my fat shaft in a single motion. She sinks to the root, gasping, flexing, her muscles hugging my sensitive cock until I toss my head back in passion. “Fuck!” I roar, luxuriating in how her inner walls milk me.

  “That—there . . . there it is!” Her words turn into a high-pitched squeal, breasts rocking beautifully as she shakes from her orgasm. She comes hard, choking my cock. Her fingers slide through my hair but they find no purchase. Laiken is too lost in pleasure to make her muscles work right.

  Sitting under her, I stare in wonder at her slack mouth. Her ribs are flaring wide, over and over, as she works to breathe and come simultaneously. Unable to wait any longer, I cling to her hips and make her fuck me.

  The sound is wet and obscene. I drive her weight onto me in a solid rhythm, inhaling through my nose as the delicious tingles mount. I'm on the verge of finishing. I hear her in my ears, see her looking at me, but it's all from far away. If someone tried to stop me from coming right now I'd tear their arms from their body.

  “Fuck!” I hiss, slamming her down, keeping her in one place as my balls throb. Pleasure explodes through
my blood, my belly, and finally it hits the inside of the condom so violently it's a miracle the latex doesn't break.

  Laiken goes limp against me. Together we sit there, my ears ringing and limbs aching. Her arms circle my shoulders. I never took my shirt off, but I notice her firm nipples digging through the fabric.

  I'm not the kind of person who relaxes. However, as I roll my hands over her shoulder blades, outlining her muscles, her impossible perfection, I'm as at ease as I've ever been.

  - Chapter 9 -

  Dominic

  As I start the engine, it occurs to me that I could slam my foot on the pedal and drive us far away from this chaos. We could leave my parents’ estate. We could leave everything behind and just be together. It would be the closest thing I'd ever get to feeling truly happy.

  But when I glance at Laiken next to me, I know it can't be done. She would never leave her sister behind. It's part of why I fell for her; her dedication to the people she loves, her ability to keep her promises. She doesn't need to prove herself to anyone, but she fights just the same to reach her goals.

  I'm envious.

  If we were different people we could do it. We could leave right now and never look back. But if I've learned anything throughout the years, it's that we are who we are, and it takes massive things—usually tragic—to change any part of us.

  “Dominic,” she says suddenly.

  “Hmm?”

  “What did you do to Franklin?”

  I hesitate a few seconds. “I broke his one good hand.”

  Laiken continues to stare at me. Instead of responding, she looks out her window. I'm painfully curious about what she's thinking. Did I do too much? Not enough? She stays quiet until the big green gates appear in the distance. “Your parents are going to be pissed.”

  “Probably.”

  Turning in her seat, she pulls my jacket tighter around her body. “Whatever happens, you did the right thing. I'll always be grateful, Dominic.”

  I hate how it sounds like she's building up to say goodbye.

  Driving through the gates, I slow down and park at the far end of the other cars. I want to draw out every minute possible before we both get inside. Together we step into the chilly night air. I'm colder without my jacket, but she needs it more.

  Our arms are nearly touching. Our hands could link together, if she only lowered hers. We make it all the way to the front door before she brushes my fingers with hers. Then she pulls away, crossing her arms tight. She's preparing herself for this. I steady myself and let us both into the house.

  My parents are waiting for us in the front room. They scan me then they focus on Laiken. She's quite a sight with her bare legs sticking out the bottom of my jacket. Anyone else would look fragile. Not her. She stares my parents down, and it reminds me of the way she looked at Franklin. She's probably imagining breaking their noses.

  “What the hell is wrong with you?” Laiken asks, eyeing them. “How could you do that to me?”

  “You began this journey yourself,” my father replies. “It was your party that brought Franklin and his crew to our door. It was only fair that you saw the deal through to the end. Isn't that what you wanted, to help our business and save your own skin?”

  “You had no right!” she hisses. “You knew I would never agree to this, so you hid it from me until it was too late for me to back out. You're awful, sick, twisted people.”

  Neither of them denies it. It pisses me off that they don't look ashamed, not even sheepish. As tough as Laiken is acting I can see the exhaustion in her eyes. “Leave us alone,” I say to her. “Go clean up and rest.”

  She doesn't argue. She heads down the hall quickly.

  Facing off with my parents, I regard them coldly. “Do you really think this was okay? At what point did we become a family that forces girls into sexual slavery?”

  “Don't be dramatic,” Silas huffs. “And family? If you valued that word, you wouldn't have interfered.”

  “You expected me to let that bastard touch her?”

  “I expected you to know your place!” Annie shouts, advancing on me. “I thought you'd understand how important this was. Now I see you're too caught up in that girl to put our needs first. Christ, you and her both smelled like sex when you walked in.”

  I bristle, but I don't cave. “My dedication to us, and our business, has limits. I didn't think it did, because I never expected you two to try something as messed up as this.”

  Silas shakes his head, starting to pace the room. “So what now? Hmm?” His glare darts my way. “Did you kill him? Are we about to be busy handling that on top of everything?”

  His accusation makes me cold. I don't recover in time, and my mother senses my weakness and leaps on it. “That's right,” she whispers, her smile cruel. “It must feel so good to act high and mighty. But as bad as we are, at least we're not murderers.”

  I flex my fingers, digging the nails into my palms. “Franklin isn't unharmed, but he's alive.”

  Annie squints, still holding that damn smile. “How lucky. I'm assuming he'll renig on our deal, though.”

  “Yes,” I admit.

  “Then we're back to square one,” my father says, turning towards the hallway. “No new business, still no sign of Joseph. Every client of ours is going to realize our banks are essentially empty. We're holding this fucking empire together by sheer will at this point!” He slams his fist against the wallpaper—it's a sharp sound that makes me wince. The exertion forces him to double over, coughing violently. He pushes his handkerchief to his mouth.

  My mother and I both watch. Neither of us makes a move to help him. Silas shakes uncontrollably, his back curved as he continues to cough. The sound is chunky and awful.

  Annie holds up her pointed chin, sliding her attention to me. “There's no use pretending. You're head over heels for that girl.” I open my mouth to argue; she holds up a sharp, painted nail. “I'm upset that she's been putting more effort into fixing our problems than you have. But her ideas have failed. We're going to put all our energy back into plan a—finding her father.”

  I catch the eager gleam in her dark eyes. This is the plan she prefers.

  “Even if I want to help with that,” I say carefully, “We haven't found a single lead.”

  “Instead of thinking about how pissed you are at us right now,” she says flatly, “use your damn head. We haven't found any leads. Maybe that's because whatever crumbs Joseph left behind aren't for us.”

  Silas grunts, clearing his throat. “I suspect the same as your mother does. Joseph hasn't tried to rescue Laiken yet. This means he expects his children to find him.”

  “If that's the case,” Annie says, watching me pointedly, “then he might have left those clues where he was living.”

  My eyebrows crawl upwards. “You want to take Laiken to the complex?” I ask.

  “We want you to take her there.”

  I shake my head in confusion. “Why me? Anyone can do this.”

  My mother cocks her head. “Seriously, do you never use your brain? You know she'll never trust us, let alone want to help us anymore. But you,” She laughs cynically. “Laiken will do anything you ask, I suspect.”

  Unease bloats inside of me. They want me to take advantage of her feelings for me. I don't even know what she feels, but I have a hunch my parents are right; if I ask, she'll help. If anyone else asks, she'll do her best to refuse. If not openly, she'll turn a blind eye to any clues towards finding her father.

  But does it matter? Is there a reason for me to want to help my parents after the stunt they pulled? They threatened Laiken's fucking life.

  You used to not care, whispers a wicked voice in my head. All you wanted was to prove yourself to your parents, to the world.

  Now, the only person I want to prove myself to is her.

  “Dominic.”

  I look at my father, slow to come out of my deep thoughts. His face is lacking the anger from before. His wrinkles seem softer, his brown eyes k
ind. “Are you no longer interested in being an asset to this family?”

  My spine straightens in a whip-crack. “I don't want to be part of anything that hurts Laiken.”

  From the corner of my eye, I see my mother scowling. My father's sad smile rises higher on one corner. “I understand. I really do. Here's the thing - don't you think Laiken and her sister want to find their father as well?”

  “Yes,” I say slowly.

  “If you can find Joseph, it will help all of us. We'll get the money back that he stole; we'll save our business. And we'll no longer need to keep Laiken and Kara around for leverage. They'll be free to go home after all these years - all thanks to you.” His smile glows encouragingly. “How is that not worth working towards?”

  I picture Laiken that day in the library, before our first kiss. She'd been fighting tears as she fretted about her family.

  Laiken starts to shake; she hugs herself. “Do you think my family is okay?” she asks.

  I put my hands on the chair's arms. “Don't waste time worrying about them. Worry about yourself.”

  She smiles sadly, a single tear committing suicide off her cheek. I stare at it helplessly. “My heart's big enough to do both.”

  Laiken is obviously upset. I've seen her like this before—long ago. I do my best to ignore it, but her raw empathy for the people she loves erodes my defenses. I'm aching to reach for her, give her some comfort. Desperately I shrug those feelings away, balling my hands on the table before they betray me and grab her. “Your heart can't help you get home,” I whisper solemnly.

  A surprised laugh erupts from her. Wiping her eyes, she smiles at me with all her pearly teeth showing. “You're right. I'll need my brain if I want to get back there.”

  Home. It's all that Laiken has ever wanted, what she's been fighting for these long years.

  And I can give it to her.

  My father hasn't stopped staring at me. “Won't you help us, son?”