Once we arrived back at Dom’s apartment, we took a few moments to just settle and unwind before rehashing the events of the night. I knew he was dying to know what had happened upstairs in that nightmare McMansion, but I wanted a drink first, and my feet hurt something awful, and I was freaking cold.
Dom poured me a glass of wine—this biker was proving to have hidden depths I would not have guessed at—then told me to sit on the couch and put my feet up. He disappeared into his bedroom and reemerged with a fleece top and a huge pair of sweatpants. I almost declared my love but thought better of it in the moment. Now was not the time, and I was not sure of how rationally I was thinking.
He rubbed my feet again while I drank that first glass. Neither of us made eye contact; it was as if we were both too raw and we needed time to gather ourselves together individually before we could reconnect with one another.
After several minutes, I felt better. I was breathing normally, my mind was no longer racing, my body was warming up from the shock and adrenaline drop, and I was starting to relax under his firm ministrations on my feet.
He’d noticed the difference. “Are you ready to talk now?”
“Yeah, baby. I think so.”
“Okay. Tell me what happened upstairs.”
So I did. I went through every detail, including those which interested Dom the most: how Fielding had ripped down my towel and threatened me, my shoving my knee into his balls, releasing Holiday from her bindings, and grinding my stiletto into his hand.
“Damn, Sienna. I wish I’d been there to protect you from that sick bastard. But I’m damn proud of you, that you nailed him so badly. Remind me never to piss you off that bad.”
“I don’t think you need to worry about that, Dom, not unless you have a complete psychotic breakdown and become a whole different person. I save that nasty for special occasions only. No. Truth is, I learned that shit in a self-defense class. Never really needed it before like I did tonight, though. But something clicked inside me, and I thought, ‘It’s now or never, babe. Break out the worst moves you got.’ So that’s what I did.”
“You did right. Damn. Okay. So, he’s gonna be really, really pissed about this, and there will be blowback. You know this, right? He’s gonna be on the hunt for you. Which makes me very, very unhappy. I don’t feel good about havin’ you go back to your little apartment alone anymore, not while he’s out there gunnin’ for you. I want you to stay with me, here. You down with that?”
Wow. He’d really been processing this situation a lot more than I had, up to this point. I hadn’t even thought that far in advance.
But he was right. Fielding would be on the hunt for me, and it would be far safer for me to stay here with Dom. I smiled at him gratefully.
“You are totally right, Dom. You wouldn’t mind? That’s a big ask.”
“I don’t remember askin’. You’re movin’ in here with me. Now come over here, and let me hold you.”
I climbed up over him, and we snuggled on the couch until I fell asleep, not too much later.
It wasn’t until the next morning that I realized how completely sweet he was being with me, almost all the time, like maybe what was between us wasn’t all just about the stellar sex. But in those moments, like last night, as I lay on top of him drifting off, I was only aware of how big and warm and strong he was, and how I felt safe and secure and cared for. It felt really, really nice.
# # #
The next day started out perfectly.
I woke up snuggled against Dom in his fabulous king-sized bed. I lay there breathing in his scent, lightly kissing his chest and neck whenever I felt like it, drifting in and out of consciousness for a while.
Eventually I realized he must have been awake, too, and that he was smiling at me. When our eyes caught he rolled me over to my other side, lifted my upper leg back over his hip, and worked me up just enough so he knew I was ready for him. Then he slipped inside of me and smoothly pumped in and out, taking me there slowly, deeply.
When our breathing became more labored and his strokes more demanding, and I was grasping the sheets and my head threw back, he bit me at the juncture of my neck and shoulder and we came as close as together as we’d ever come before.
Best. Wakeup. Ever.
We took it easy the rest of the morning, staying away from hot topics, just enjoying being together in a kind of normal way. We made coffee, and he cooked me breakfast. We ate together and made fun of each other, still learning one another. I cleaned up while he went out for a run, and then I showered and investigated his book collection. He returned and showered. Okay, I’ll admit it: I showered again. We had more of the greatest sex ever.