Punishing Me (Shaft on Tour #6) (15 page)

Knocking
my hat off, she grips my hair with both hands, tugging the strands to the point
of pain. She rocks her hips into my face, arching her body to put my mouth
where she wants it. Shifting her, I ease her body back onto the wooden shower
seat in the corner. Licking my lips, I meet her eyes. “It’s so cute when you
try to take control.”

Sliding
her hips to the edge of the seat, I spread her thighs wide. Ireland’s eyes are
locked on my finger as it runs the length of her pussy. My thumb flicks her
clit before circling it slowly. Her grip tightens on my hair, trying to get
what she wants. “Ask me.”

“What?”
she asks, her eyes widening.

“Ask
me to eat your pussy, Ireland.” My thumb spreads her wetness down and presses
against her asshole. Her head tips back to the lattice wall, lips falling open
as she breathes.

“You
can’t be serious right now,” she mumbles breathlessly.

“Dead
serious,” I say, pressing my thumb into her asshole slowly.

Her
hips jolt, but I grip her tighter with my other hand, holding her in place. My
thumb eases in and out of her ass, slowly, while I watch her. Her body shifts,
desperate for more, but I refuse her. I want to hear her say the words.

“Please,”
she sighs, blowing out a breath.

“What
was that?” Her body tenses, desperate for release. My fingers run down her
thigh, spreading her as wide as I can. “I’m not sure I heard you. Can you speak
up?”

“Please!”
she cries.

My
lips lock around her clit as my thumb fucks her ass. Her body trembles with
every flick of my tongue. Her moans and pants become louder and faster with
every second. The buildup is fucking beautiful.

“Fuck,”
she hisses, pulling at my hair and clawing at my back like some rabid goddamn
tiger. “Make me come, Dominick. That’s so fucking good!”

Yeahm
it is. But I guarantee something else would be better.

“Like
hell,” I say, shoving her away. Pushing to my feet, I yank her into my arms.
“I’ve been thinkin’ about you ridin’ my cock for too long to let you come on my
face, baby.”

Shoving
the last of my clothes down my thighs, I sit back on the bench seat and slam
her down on my cock. Her finger nails dig into my shoulders and forearms as her
body wraps around me like a glove. Slamming her mouth to mine, she arches her
back as she ravages my mouth like an animal. With every roll of her hips, I
thrust up into her, wanting to be as deep inside her as fucking possible. Her
heat feels like it will consume me and leave me in a pile of ash when it’s
over, but I don’t care. The way our bodies slide together like puzzle pieces
feels way too fucking good to stop.

My
hands roam her back, sliding down to palm her ass. I guide her up and down as
she fucks me. Reaching out, she grabs the woodwork behind me, her fingers
wrapping around the lattice. Ripping my lips from hers, I bury my face in her
neck. My lips and tongue moving along her still damp skin, tasting as much of
her sweetness as I can.

My
phone vibrates against my leg, but I’m too close to coming to stop now. If
someone is dead, I’m sure they can wait the five seconds it will take to shoot
my load into Ireland. My poor blue balls can’t take another disappointment.
They’ve done all pre-flight checks and loaded the chamber. It’s time for lift
off.

“Is
someone coming?” Ireland whispers, her lips brushing my ear.

My
fingers tighten on her ass, slamming her down on me harder and harder in
perfect time with my pumping hips. Any other time, I’d be drawing this out and
giving her the ride of her life, but my dick is running this rodeo. He and my
balls can go in on a gift basket or something. “Yep. Me,” I say, clamping my
teeth down on her shoulder. The bite of pain makes her crazy. Her hips buck
wildly, her pelvis slamming into mine so hard, the bench seat creaks beneath
us.

“Ah!”
she cries out, her body shaking against mine. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

Fisting
her hair in my hand, I kiss her. Her eyes lock on mine, exploding like fucking
fireworks. The look in her eyes is all I need to finish me off and send me over
the edge. The passion in the depths of those beautiful fucking blue eyes is
like a jolt straight to my dick. Unable to stop it, I bite down on her bottom
lip, sucking it into my mouth. Her cries swallowed as I thrust up into her one
last time and come hard.

Bacon’s Holy Bosom

Ireland

“When
did the music stop?” I ask breathlessly. Releasing my hold on the wall, I place
my feet on the concrete floor and ease myself off him.

“Mike,
I’m tellin’ ya, brother, it’s a real church.” The sound of Hunter’s voice
echoes through the yard and into the little shower house. Peeking through the
lattice and ivy, I can see them crossing the yard and heading this way. “Peace
can be found in bacon’s holy, heaving bosom.”

“Heaving?”

“Tits
heave,” Hunter fires back. “The rise and fall of a great rack is one of the
many reasons they are so comforting.”

My
heart leaps into my throat, breath lodging in my chest. Looking up at the
doorway, my eyes fly wide. “Dominick, there’s no door on your sex shanty,” I
hiss, scooping up my bikini at our feet. “What are you doing?” I shriek when he
doesn’t move. “Put your dick away. He doesn’t need a congratulatory high five,”
I say, even though I’m sure my vagina would love to pat him on the back for a
job well done.

Dominick
blinks lazily, a goofy as hell smile spreading across his face as he watches me
fumble back into my suit. I must have fucked him so hard I scrambled his brain
cells. That’s a new personal best for me. Too bad I don’t have time to sit back
and enjoy it.

Tying
the fabric straps as tightly as I can, the top still droops, my nipples playing
peek-a-boo with each rise and fall of my chest. “Thanks a lot, assclown,” I say
looking down. “Now it’s all stretched out.”

His
eyes focus, zeroing in on my mostly exposed chest. Pushing to his feet, he
shoves his still partially erect dick back in his pants. Groaning, he grabs his
shirt and pulls it down over my head, the hem hitting me mid-thigh. “Can’t have
you walkin’ out there like that.”

Stepping
closer, he cups my face in his hands. His nose brushes over mine before he
presses his lips to mine, his tongue darting out to taste my bottom lip. The
tender moment has my heart fluttering like a butterfly in a glass jar. It sends
memories flooding back, sweet pieces of our past that, most days, I long to
forget because with them come pain and loss.

“Mack!”
Hunter shouts, his voice sounding closer. “Shit, man, Henry’s gonna be pissed
if he jumped the fence and got picked up by animal control or some shit.”

“I’ll
show that fucker animal control,” Dominick growls against my lips before
pulling back. “I disappear for five minutes and suddenly there’s a search
party.”

“Well,”
I say, running my fingers over his biceps. “You are the one running the show
right now. I assume people become concerned when the top dog disappears, first
full day on the job, to have sex.”

“Top
dog?” he asks, his brows knitting together. “Is that an animal control joke? If
so, it’s not even a little bit funny.”

“No,”
I assure him. Turning away from his touch, I head for the door. “Well, as much
fun as sex in a possibly bug and snake infested structure has been, we can’t
hide out here forever like two kids waiting to be busted by their parents.”

“Ireland,”
he says, reaching out to grab my arm. “Wait a minute.”

“Or,”
I shrug, “you can hide out in here. I’ll tell Hunter and Mike I saw you chasing
the mail man with that crazed, fury demon they call a dog.”

His
arm flies out again to grab me, but I manage to skirt through his fingers and
out the door. “Shit,” he curses. “Why can’t you listen to me just one damn
time?”

“Hey,
you seen Mack?” Hunter asks, spotting me the second my feet hit the walk.
“Tried calling his cell, but no answer. Mike wanted to check in with him before
we head over to the hospital and the girls are anxious to get over there.”

“Right
here,” Dominick calls from behind me. Jogging past me, he stops just shy of the
guys, not even glancing back in my direction. “Just getting in a quick sweep of
the grounds. Can’t be too careful, you know.”

“Damn
right,” Hunter nods, his eyes shifting from Dominick, to the shower house, then
back to Dominick. “Can’t be too careful when it comes to shady side buildings.”
As I walk by them, Hunter’s eyes land on me. He smirks, his eyes lighting up
with amusement. “Nice shirt. Bit big for you, if you ask me.”

“Didn’t
ask you,” I toss out, glancing at them over my shoulder. Hunter laughs, but
Mack just stares at me, saying nothing.

Not
wanting to stick around for the conversation to follow, or Hunter’s attempt at
a witty comeback, I head into the house to wash the chlorine out of my hair and
change clothes. It’s also the perfect excuse to get some much needed space from
Dominick to process what has happened and get my thoughts together before I see
him again.

I
honestly had no idea what to make of his confrontation and his sudden need to
know how I felt about him after all these years. Regardless of their truth,
just the idea of saying the words out loud make me want to throw up. Feeling
something this deep for someone, and actually speaking it freely, are two
totally different things. I have learned, in keeping it contained, I control
how much power someone has to hurt me.

Dominick
caused a lot of damage, leading to this valuable lesson. But, no matter how
much I was determined to hate him, the love I have felt for him never faded. I
put on a brave face, swallowed hard, and didn’t let anyone see how deeply
losing him cut me. Though, inside, the wounds have never healed. As vicious and
resentful as I could be, there has always been a part of me that longs for him
to want me the way I have always wanted him.

That
has left me in an impossible situation.

Willingly,
I put my hand in the fire. Even as a teenager I knew he was bad, but I saw
something good. Something that, even on the loneliest of nights, could keep me
warm. Though I have been burned before, even now, I can’t resist the flame that
burns behind those blue eyes and arrogant smile.

Dominick
is intoxicating. Simply being near him, touching him; it’s a high that drowns
out the rest of the world.

“Oh!”
Daisy says, nearly running me down in the hallway. “Sorry, I thought you were
Cama—” She stops talking mid-sentence, her eyes taking in my disheveled
appearance. “He didn’t.” Shaking her head, she sighs loudly. “You’re not going
to quit now too, are you?”

“Excuse
me?” I ask, completely confused as to what the hell she is going on about.

Her
blue eyes go sad, sympathetic even. “When he pulled this shit with the nanny we
had before hiring Rae, she quit immediately after we caught them in the act and
Mack dismissed her like a dirty shirt.”

“Did
he?” I force out, the inside of my mouth feeling like it’s full of cotton.

“Told
her she was irrelevant and replaceable,” Daisy nods. “Poor girl was
devastated.”

Jerking
the curtains open, she stares out the window at the guys still talking in the
yard. Hunter laughs, saying something to Dominick before they bump fists. Hunter
starts thrusting his hips, whipping his arm above his head like some kind of
deranged sideshow clown. Dominick laughs, slapping a chuckling Mike on the back
as they cheer Hunter on.

He
didn’t.

He
wouldn’t.

Oh
my God! I am just one big joke to them. I can feel my face begin to flame.
Embarrassment and shame for being, yet again, so blind to Dominick’s bullshit
has me ready to run and hide in a hole somewhere.

“Great.
Just fucking great.” Releasing the curtains, she drops her hand and stares up
at the ceiling. Taking a breath, she finally meets my eyes, and exhales. “Not
only did Darryl have sex in the yard somewhere, but he’s out there bragging
about it already.”

 “Darryl?”
I ask, completely confused. “You mean Dom—”

“No!”
Chase shouts from behind me. “She means Darryl.”

For
fucks sake, how many nicknames does he have?

“Honey,”
Daisy says, pity filling her voice. Oh great. Just what I need. Sympathetic
girl talk. Key part of the word is pathetic. “I’m so sorry. I know what it’s
like to be lied to and be hurt like this.”

“The
nerve of him,” Chase seethes, coming up and wrapping an arm around me. “Hurting
you, not just once, but to go back years later for more. I’d kill him.”

My
mind spins, my stomach nearly leaping into my throat as soon as the words leave
her lips. He told them? I never told anyone anything that happened between us.
I was too mortified, too hurt by the heartbreak of being deceived. I should
have known manwhore Mack would be all too eager to brag about banging the
rockstar before she made it big.

Hell,
he popped my cherry, long before I signed with a band or label. I am sure
Hunter bought a round of beers to congratulate him on his mad skills.

“As
much as I hate to cut this chat short,” I say, brushing by them, “I gotta wash
this chlorine out of my hair before it ruins my streaks. Give everyone my best
at the hospital, will ya?”

Making
it to my room without running into anyone else, I toss the shirt to the bed,
throw my ruined suit into the trash, and jump in the shower. I can still smell
him on me, his scent now mixing with my body scrub. Applying more to my loofah,
I scrub until my skin turns red. If I close my eyes, I can still feel his
hands, his mouth, on every inch of me. Even with the water as hot as I can get
it, goosebumps rise over my flesh as my hands move over where his hands were only
moments ago A dull ache hums between my thighs, my body hungry for him again
already, aching for another fix.

Why
does he have such a hold on me?

“Get
a grip, would ya?” I scold myself, rinsing off quickly and shutting off the
water. “You’re not desperate for dick.”

Drying
off, I dig through my clothes and throw on a black tank and jeans shorts.
Flipping on the television, I sit on the edge of the bed and brush out my hair.
I try to focus on the movie, but it doesn’t do much to grab my attention.
Instead, I find myself torn between wanting to ride him like a rodeo bull and
beating his head in with a rubber mallet.

This
is the same part of me that hates Dominick simply because it hurts too much to
admit that I have loved him since I was seventeen.  She also may or may not be
seriously entertaining the idea of ripping his balls off and feeding them to
him basted in a nice, creamy white sauce.

Preferably
in the bit of slimy swimmer soup he just shot into me because he didn’t wear a
rubber!

I
feel betrayed that he openly talked about everything with them like it wasn’t a
big deal. Or should I say bragged?

Though,
seriously, should I be surprised?

Tears
well in my eyes, the realization of yet another time he has hurt me stinging as
it sets in. Wiping at my face angrily, I refuse to let myself get upset. He
doesn’t get to do this to me. Not again, dammit.

Looking
around the room, I groan when I realize I have more than likely left my lyric
book in the den. It isn’t safe for me to run into anyone right now so going to
get it is out of the question. I don’t want to lash out on someone else in the
house when I should be saving my rage for the person who deserves it all.

“Dammit,”
I mutter, throwing the brush to the chair. Grabbing the remote, I flip through
the channels, hoping for something to grab me. Anything to get my attention off
him.

My
toes tap on the footboard in time with the annoyingly loud clock on the wall.
The tempo steady and unchanging as I count every minute, every single second of
time that passes. Now is one of those times when I would sell my left tit to
just enjoy a little solitude without it making me bat shit crazy. Nope.
Instead, the room feels like it’s closing in around me and everything is so
loud in my head that I am seconds away from screaming the walls down.

The
door flies open, slamming hard into the drywall behind it before bouncing off.
“What in the hell?” I shriek, jumping from the bed and grabbing the arm of the
chair to steady myself.

Dominick
strides into the room and flops on the bed like he owns the place. Adjusting
the pillows behind him, he gets comfy before leaning back and propping an arm
behind his head. His chest is still bare, the lines and ridges of his body
silently demanding my focus.

No,
Ireland. You are mad at him, remember? He is a bastard. Look away from the V.
Look away!

“I
didn’t invite you into my room,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest. “Or my
bed.”

His
eyebrow arches, “I’m not a vampire. I don’t have to get permission before I
come in and…” Crossing his ankles, he grins. “Take what I want.”

“Shirt’s
on the bed,” I inform him, hoping he will just leave.

“Not
what I came here for,” he replies, his voice washes over me, sending a jolt of
heat straight to my clit.

Jesus
fuck! My vagina is going to spontaneously combust because this asshole is
feeling chatty. Does his tone of voice have to be set to orgasmic?

“And
what is it that you want, Dominick?” I ask, arching my brow right back and
ignoring the urge to grab the headboard and ride his face. “I don’t have time
for twenty questions.”