Dom Wars - Round Four (3 page)

She gave a snickered giggle.
"What are you doing, Scott?"

My stomach knotted and my heart slammed my chest as I waited for his response.

"Meow."

"
Meow? Is that all you know how to say?"

I let out my breath and closed my eyes in relief. Fucking cat named Scott.

"Of course that's all you have to say, yes it is." The bed creaked with her sudden weight. "Did you miss me? I know you did, I've been worried about you, yes I have."

Exaggerated kissing
sounds seared my muscles with wicked jealousy. Couldn't stand for her to kiss even
animals.

"
But you're a smart boy, aren't you? You took care of yourself all by yourself?" The purring cat jumped to the floor. "No, no, don't leave, don't… ugh." The bed creaked with more weight as she lay back. "Fine, leave."

I listened in the silence, waiting.

She took a deep breath and sighed and I imagined her staring at the ceiling. By the steady creak of the bed, her foot was rapidly shaking. "Should I call him? Should I not call him? Should I call him? Should I not call him?"

Fear froze my body. Call
me?
Fuck. I struggled to get my phone out of my pocket. Damn thing was half-twisted, making it nearly impossible to free.

Whatever she was
using to determine the answer landed on, "I should call him." Followed by a grateful, "Yes!"

Dear fucking God. I fought to get to the volume button on my phone.

"Lucian, Lucian…sweet…sexy, Lucian." Her whisper sounded as if she needed to bolster her courage and convince herself to go through with it.

Phone finally in hand,
I found the button and held it down until the vibration signaled the ringtone was silenced, then let my breath out slowly.

The cat came back
in, tail swishing, and headed straight under the bed to rub up against my leg. God, please don't let me sneeze.

"
Shit." Her feet suddenly hit the floor next to me. "No answer."

"
Meow."

I pushed the cat away
only to have it press its face harder into my leg, almost like he was trying to push me.

"
Hey you came back?" She reached under the bed and got the cat and the damn thing snagged its claws on the bedspread. "Whoops, sorry." She worked his nails out of the material and laid back down it sounded like.

I released a slow breath and a super nova itch hit my nose. I clamped my fingers over my nostrils and my phone chirped in my pocket. Dear fucking God.

"Oh? Do we have a message? Did he text us?" I waited with clenched eyes. "Hmm. I know I heard it. Is mommy hearing things? Dreaming things up?" More kissing noises and then a sigh. "Must be." I listened in the silence, wanting to just come out. I mean why not? Why hide? "I'm a dreamer, you know I am. You know all my dreams don't you?"

I cringed inside
. It didn't feel right to eavesdrop on her most intimate thoughts. And yet… I'd never craved to hear and know anything so much.

"
The wise cat lady has many dreams, don't I?"

"
Meow."

She giggled.
"Yes! Of course you know that. And did you know that one of them has come true?" The bed creaked as I listened, waiting. "I met somebody you know. A…" She did that snicker. "Not sure how to put this, he's not your average kind of guy. But…" I held my breath, my heart hammering. "I…really, really, like him." There was a slight pause. "No, not like Justin." Like the cat was asking questions. "God, nothing like him. Lucian is…really different."

The soft way she said
really different
made my heart ache with the need to hold her while looking into her eyes.

"
Oh very different, everything about him. I mean for one, he's…dear God he's so.
Sexy
." The words were gasped and sounded pained. "I mean his
body,
sweet Jesus, I can't think about it without…yes, which leaves me very frustrated all the time."

I grinned and bit my lower lip.

"But that's not the worst of it. The man is…he's a freak, I mean he's got some kind of power over me. He just has to look at me and my brain is scrambled eggs.  And God help me, if he adds touching to that, I'm about as dumb and useless as tits on a boar hog. Oh God, touching," she whimpered. "The things he does to me." She gave a frustrated moan that got my cock so fucking hard. "I have masturbated
twice
since I left! That is…outrageous for me. You know I'm like a once a…
year
kind of girl with that. I mean thank God I'm a woman, or I swear, I'd be tripping over a hard on all. Day!"

Oh fucking priceless. My heart hammered in my cock at the idea of her masturbating. God, please masturbate. Do it
, baby. Right now.

"
I can't help it," she groaned. "I need him so bad. Like…I'm seriously
addicted
to him! I know that's crazy, trust me, I am…very aware. Wait, where are you going?" She huffed as the cat ran off. "That is rude you know," she called out. The bed creaked as she maybe flopped onto her back.

"
God, I wished he'd call me."

Brilliance hit me and I
pulled my phone up and opened the text box.
"What are you doing baby? I'm laying here thinking of you. My cock is so fucking hard. I hope you don't mind that I think of you while I jack off."

I hit send and waited in the silence, my
dick ready to explode.

Her ph
one erupted in monkey sounds and she gasped. A few seconds of silence then another bigger gasp. "Oh my God. Oh my God!" The second God was loaded with sexual agony.

I typed again.
"
Baby can you please touch yourself for me? I can't finish without you. I need you."

I hit send and waited.

"
Oh God," she whispered again.

I stared at the screen, waiting for her text.
"
Is that all you think about?"

I rolled my eyes, hoping she didn
't want to talk a whole lot.
"Yes. You are. I need to lick your clit, baby. Can you play with it and pretend it's my tongue?"

She whimpered above me.

"I just showered."

"
Perfect. Where are you?"

"
Laying in my bed."

"
At home?"

"
Yes."

"
I want to eat you there. Do you want me to?"

"
Yes."

I stifled a groan.

"Are you naked?"

"
Yes."

Dear. God.

"Can you open your legs wide for me?"

"
Are you touching your pretty cock?"

Oh fuck. I was going to orgasm in my fucking pants.
"Yes baby. Stroking it slowly, imagining your pretty mouth all over it. Are you touching your clit? Is it hard for me?"

She moaned above me and the bed creaked.
"Yes. My legs are wide open and my clit is so wet and hard for you."

"
Baby put your finger in your pussy while you play with your clit."
I waited in the silence, listening.
"Are you baby?"

"
Yes."

It was a double affirmative, texted and gasped. But I couldn
't hear what I needed to hear. "
Finger your pussy fast, baby."

The sound of her finger moving in and out of her wet pussy hit my cock hard. Fucking yes. 
"
Baby are you rubbing your clit? Don't text, just let me talk to you. Do what I say. Rub your pretty clit and call for me baby."

"
God, Lucian," she whispered.

"
I love to hear you call my name, you know that?"

"
Yes, yes I know, I love to do it."

"
Is your pussy wet baby? God I can almost hear the way it sounds as you slide your finger in and out. You wish I was there to fuck you?"

"
Lucian! God yes, yes."

Fuck she was
coming?

"
Are you close baby? Are you right there? Come for me baby."

She gave a sharp cry followed by loud non-stop moans while the bed shuddered above me. Good fucking God, I was going to die under this bed.

My phone slipped from my hand and clonked on the wood floor, sending Tara flying off the bed.

"
Shit," she gasped.

I watched her feet run to the bedroom door and shut it. I heard a lock then her feet hurried to the right followed by the sounds of drawers opening and being shoved shut. She hopped around on the floor and I assumed she was dressing.

I froze at a low knocking sound below. Who the fuck?

"
Oh God, I hope that weird Jack didn't decide to come
now.
Jesus." She padded to the left. "Oh my God, he
did!
Creepy bastard! Why wouldn't he call first?" I craned my neck as she hurried to the closet and slid on grass green flip flops then hurried to the door. "Maybe I should pretend I'm not here."

Yes, good idea. Just stay put. Let him leave.

"Ugh, he'll just keep coming back."

The second she left the room, I hurried out from under the bed and crept down the stairs. A
n annoyed huff was followed by her unlocking the door. "Hey, Jack, I didn't expect you so soon. You should have called."

"
Aw, nah, it's okay, no need to make a fuss, Tare, you know that."

Tare?

"Well, I appreciate that, let me get the key to the tractor."

"
You wouldn't happen to have some of your gramma's famous lemonade?"

"
Umm. Sure. Come in."

What the
fuck?
Bastard. I thought quickly and removed my t-shirt then waited midway on the stairs for my cue.

"
Been missin you around these parts since you left to go to that out of town
job.
Where is this job you said you was doin?"

"
Ummm, I didn't. And here are the keys. I'll get that lemonade."

"
Mm-mm girl, you sure are looking nice."

"Oh hush."

"
Nah, I'm serious. You always did have a fine ass."

Motherfucking cue.

I walked down the stairs slowly and made my way through the hall and into the kitchen.

"
Didn't realize you had company," the dickhead said.

I stared at Tara
's huge eyes and winked. "Baby, you almost done?" I walked up to her and took the drink she made for him and drank it down with loud gulps like a boss on a lemonade ad. . "Mmm." I leaned and gave her a lingering kiss. "So fucking good," I whispered before putting my arm around her shoulder and nodding at the dude. "We done here?"

"
Oh uh, yeah. I'll just…get those keys."

"
Good. You should really call first Jack. People do have personal lives."

"
Yeah, sorry man. Well, I'll see you Miss Tara."

"
Probably not. I'm rather jealous." I gave him a level stare that any male with half a brain would recognize.

He gave a big awkward laugh and I saluted him.

The front door shut and she shoved me away with a huge gasp. "What! Are you doing here!" She gasped again. "Where were you?" Her hand flew to her mouth. "Oh my God, where were you?"

I slid my jaw slowly to the right.
"Right where you're hoping I wasn't."

"
Oh. My. God." She covered her face with her hands.

"
Nothing to be ashamed of."

"
What are you
doing here!
We're not supposed to have contact!" She hissed the incredulous words.

"
Who the fuck will know?" I leaned my hip on the counter, looking around. "I had to see you."

"
Why?" she nearly shrieked.

I leveled my gaze on her.
"Because I had to."

"
Had to? As in, you have a specific reason?"

"
Yes." I pushed off the counter and slowly walked toward her, my body tensing up with the need to have her in every way all at once. She seemed to sense it and began stepping back, right into the wall, then slowly along it. The sight of her attempting to escape, attempting to
deny
me was received as a direct threat and hit some inner turbo dominance switch.