Dirty Secrets (Get Dirty 4)

“Dominick . . . Dominick . . .”

And though my eyes try to roll in pleasure, his fierce look holds me steady, and I stay connected to him as the tidal wave washes through me. He grimaces, his cock growing impossibly harder inside me as I squeeze against his thickness. I can feel him holding back, but I need him to give in to this moment, so I boldly entice him.

“Come inside me, Dominick. Please.”

I think the pleading note does it, and he stills, holding himself deep inside me as he roars. I feel the throbbing heat as he fills me, but as full as I feel, both with his cock and his cum, what fills me the most is my name on his lips, breathy and weak, as though it takes everything he has to get the three syllables past his lips.

“Allison.”

Chapter 10

Dominick

“Here. Eat this,” I say, placing a small plate of cheese and crackers on the island in front of Allie.

She’s mussed and soft, wearing my undershirt and nothing else. Her hair seems to be held up in a bun by magic because she just did some fancy twist with practiced ease and it stayed.

It’s one of the multitudes of secrets I want to know about her.

“Yes, sir,” she says sassily, one eyebrow quirked and a smirk taking her lips. She tosses me a sarcastic salute and then reaches out to pick up a cracker and a small slice of cheese, stacking them and popping the whole thing in her mouth.

A win for us both. I set a glass of water in front of her too and watch raptly as she stacks another slice of cheese onto a cracker before holding it out to me.

It’s such a small gesture, but the sweet offering has multiple layers of meaning, and I eat from her hand, making sure to nibble her fingertips slightly.

Her giggle brings a full smile unbidden to my face. It feels both odd and somehow natural, like something I’ve forgotten how to do. I try to remember the last time I smiled without having some ulterior motive behind it, the last time I laughed with true humor.

It’s been a depressingly long time. The realization makes me frown, and Allie’s eyebrows lift in worry.

“Hey, where’d you go?” she asks around a mouthful of crumbly cracker.

I wipe a crumb from her lip with my thumb, shaking my head. “Just thinking.”

As my silence draws out a bit longer, she sighs, giving me a Come on, buddy look. “Normally, people say, ‘penny for your thoughts,’ but I’m thinking you couldn’t give a rat’s ass about a penny, so how about a kiss for your thoughts?”

She grins, flirtatious and happy at the brilliance of her idea. She’s not wrong. It’s a good negotiation point for our current situation and she knows it.

“Okay, but I’ll take the kiss first.”

I lean in toward her, forcing my way between her legs as she sits on the barstool. She lifts her chin, her lips pursing slightly. I pause for a moment to marvel at her absolute beauty, cupping her chin and forcing her to lift higher to meet me as I bend down.

With one last look into her eyes, I kiss her, enjoying the moment her lashes flutter as she closes her eyes to enjoy the contact. Only then do I close my eyes too, and I let myself plunge, lost in her wild brambles and the overwhelming emotions she draws out of me so easily.

Breathlessly, she breaks the kiss, another angelic smile on her face. “Wow. That was . . . wow. But don’t think I forgot our deal. What were you thinking about that took your smile and turned it upside down?”

She reaches up, pushing at the corners of my mouth with her fingers like I’m a frowning toddler. It’s irreverent madness and I love that she feels comfortable enough to do it.

I let her tease a small smile out once again before confessing. “You make me smile so easily, and I was trying to remember the last time I truly smiled or laughed in happiness. It was painfully long ago, I’m afraid.”

Her mouth opens in surprise. “That’s . . .” she says before pausing and shaking her head and starting over.

“Tell me something that made you smile. From a long time ago or from recently, whatever you want. Just tell me something that made you happy.”

I lift my eyebrow and giving a pointed look down the hallway toward my bedroom. “Well . . .”

She laughs but puts a finger to my mouth before I can say more. “Not that, although I’ll give you a bonus as incentive to spill your guts.” She pauses to let her meaning sink in, then points down the hall and stage-whispers like her words are a secret, “That was awesome, maybe more missionary than I expected from you, but also so much more . . . intensely intimate than I’ve ever had.”