I obeyed, already gyrating helplessly.
A wave made of butter and trembles skipped down to my clit. My muscles clenched, making his every movement delicious. I was coming before I sensed it, caught off guard and openly whimpering.
It must have set him off; he clung to me, hammering into my twitching pussy. I thought, when his release tipped over, that he sighed in content. But that was a noise too soft for a man like him.
I must have imagined it.
Sliding backwards, he traced his fingers through my hair. “I missed you.”
Stunned, I remained where I was against the wall. He turned away, zipping his pants, effectively stopping me from responding.
I missed you, too, was my unsaid answer.
Gathering up the lingerie, he smiled at me over his shoulder. “Let's get out of here before they call security on us.”
“But you paid that woman to leave us alone.”
“Money doesn't guarantee people will act as you expect.”
Unsure what he was talking about, I changed into my old clothes, grabbed up the ones we'd soiled, and followed him out of the stall.
Everyone in the store looked at me when I appeared. They'd heard everything.
I kept my head down all the way until we got in his car.
“Listen,” I said, staring out the window at the world as it rolled by. “Back there, the woman at the store... she called you a Dom. Was she right?”
Silver was quiet for so long that I gave in and glanced at him. He was facing the road, focused—thoughtful. “No,” he said, stretching the word out. “I'm not.”
Shifting, I faced him fully. “Then what is all this? Calling me your pet and stuff.”
The centers of his dark eyes flicked at me, then away. “It's just how I feel.”
Pursing my lips, I willed him to explain further. He didn't. “You feel like I'm your pet? That makes no sense.”
His smile was absent. “I guess so.”
“That's all you have to say?”
“What more is there?”
Sinking into my seat, I breathed in sharply. “Any kind of explanation would do.”
He went quiet again. Tapping my knee in frustration, I opened my mouth, but he spoke first. “I don't think it's possible to explain how I feel. Some things don't work like that. If they did—” It was like he caught himself, his teeth cutting together to end his thoughts.
I'd been so fixated on him that I didn't notice our surroundings. Not until he started to slow down around a curve. We'd pulled into a wide open field. I could see everything for miles, so the planes were easy to spot.
“This is...” Blinking, I swung around to press my hands on my window. “An airport?”
“A private airfield.”
His car rolled to a halt in the middle of the concrete. In front of us waited a small jet, the wings shining gold and red in spite of the cloud cover. He turned the engine off, and I felt him staring at me.
I said, “That's yours, isn't it?”
“Of course.”
Sitting back, I looked over my shoulder at him. His expression was neutral. “Silver, why are we here?”
He didn't smile, but I kept expecting him too. “I need some sun, and there's no better place for sun in February than LA.”
My mouth fell open. “You want to fly to Los Angeles?” My brain tickled with understanding. “You want both of us to go, don't you?”
“It'd be good to get away, just for the weekend.”
My eyes spun back to the jet in wonder. “I thought you said we were going to spend the afternoon together?”
“You don't want to go?” His voice was full of that soft, velvet quality unique to him.
I couldn't stop staring at the jet. It was as foreign to me as a damn unicorn. It had been years since I'd flown.
Since I'd left this city.
I whispered, “I always wanted to visit LA.”
“Why didn't you?”
There was a level of seriousness in how he asked that. I was tempted to tell him the truth; that I'd been fucked up by a traumatic event that had thrown my whole life out of orbit.
I didn't have the heart to ruin the moment.
Flicking my fingers, I erased his question. “Things just got in the way.” What's in the way now?
“What are you doing?” he asked, seeing me pull out my phone.
My thumb moved over the keys. I was acting fast, trying to keep ahead of my nerves so they wouldn't stop me in my tracks. “I'm letting my mom know I'll be in LA for the weekend. Where are we going to be staying?”
He grinned slyly. “You're telling your mom where you'll be? Are you worried I'll do something to you out there?”
Sending the text, I gave him a pointed look. “Exactly. The address, please.”
Suddenly, my phone vibrated. My mother was calling me. We both watched as I ended the call before it came through.