Chapter 39

TAYLA

A flash of lightning illuminated Walker’s handsome face as he quickened his pace inside me.

At last, he was going to let me climax!

The tension and pressure building within me was almost unbearable, and the need to climax consumed every rational thought in my head.

My hands slid down to Walker’s ass, and I gripped his cheeks, pulling him against me as his breaths turned into pants.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his body was slick as he stoked the burning desire within me.

With every thrust, I moaned and whimpered, each one sending me higher and higher.

The bed banged loudly as he fucked me, and thunder growled outside, as if cheering him on.

Suddenly, a force slammed into me so hard, I dug my nails into Walker’s ass before letting out a scream.

My body felt like it was soaring, and my legs clamped around Walker’s waist, anchoring myself to him.

Walker pushed through my gripping pussy, bottoming out inside me over and over again, sending me spiraling once more.

A wave of weakness washed over me, and I collapsed under him as he growled once, then again, his teeth sinking into my shoulder.

Lightning flashed, illuminating the room for a moment, and all I could hear was our labored breathing.

Walker’s mouth found mine, and he kissed me long and slow for a few minutes before he laid his head on my shoulder.

I closed my eyes and ran my hand through his hair as the storm outside began to quiet down, leaving only the soft patter of rain.

Walker slowly moved and slipped out of me, reaching for his discarded towel on the floor.

He cleaned himself before gently cleaning me up, then tossed the towel back onto the floor.

Slipping back into bed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against him, tucking my head under his chin.

My hands rested on his arms, and I stroked his skin softly.

One of his legs came up and closed over mine, pulling me even closer to him.

Leaning up a little, he grabbed a spare blanket and threw it over us both, tucking it around us.

Snuggling into him, I inhaled his scent before happily drifting off to sleep.

The next morning, I woke alone and chilled.

I was slightly sore in places and decided on a shower before breakfast.

Once clean, I found a black t-shirt of Walker’s and slipped it on with a pair of denim jeans before pulling my hair into a long plait.

Making my way out to the kitchen, I found it empty and made myself some coffee and toast before sitting at the kitchen island.

I noticed someone had put my mobile phone on the island and snatched it up.

There was a text from Jess asking if I was okay and if dinner was still on tonight?

Shit!

I had totally forgotten to ask them about that!

Turning on my stool, I went to jump off when something bumped into me, sending me and my stool backward.

A hand shot out and grabbed the front of my t-shirt, pulling me forward so the stool righted itself.

Dominic grinned down at me and chuckled.

“You seem to be falling for me every time we meet,” he teased.

“You fucking bumped into me!” I protested.

He shrugged his shoulders and let go of my t-shirt.

At that moment, I sneezed and caught him in the face a little.

“Oh shit! I am so sorry,” I said, mortified.

He used the back of his hand to wipe his face with a grimace and gave me a long look.

“Are you sick?” he asked.

“Just a cold. I’ll be fine,” I said, wiping my nose with the back of my hand.

He pulled a face of disgust and took a step back from me.

My eyes traveled up his well-built frame and noticed how his arm muscles stuck out like Walker’s did.

Apart from the dark blond hair and darker eyes, Dominic looked a bit like Walker.

“Are you and Walker related somehow?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No!” he said, firmly.

“If you dyed your hair black and put green contacts in, then you could look alike,” I told him.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head.

I sneezed again and almost fell off the stool with the impact.

“You want some soup making?” he asked, pulling another face.

I placed my hands on the island to steady myself and laughed.

“My dad is a chef; I can make it myself,” I said, amused.

“Your dad may be a chef, but my mum’s chicken soup was the best ever,” he told me, grinning.

I scoffed.

“Don’t count on it,” I said, indignantly.

“Fine! You are on!”

He walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, and started to pull out ingredients.

“What do you mean I am on?” I said, confused.

“As you are all disgusting and sickly, I will make the first batch of soup, and then you have to beat it once you are not dripping and exploding with snot every five minutes,” he said, over his shoulder.

My eyes traveled over his ass in his tight black jeans, and I bit my bottom lip.

“What do you say?” he asked, turning around.

I managed to tear my eyes up from his ass before he saw me and smiled.

“Fine. You have yourself a bet!”

“I will make you some hot water and lemon as well,” he said, taking a lemon out of the fridge.

I sat and watched Dominic get to work and was impressed with how well he knew how to cook and prepare food.

“Did your mum teach you how to cook?” I asked him.

He froze while crumbling a stock cube into a large pan and frowned.

“Yeah.”

“Did your dad teach you too?”

“I did not know my dad,” he said, resuming crumbling the stock cube.

“Mine left for another woman when I was about five, I think, so I never knew him either,” I told him.

“I don’t do the whole tragic childhood stories!”

Dominic brought over a cup of hot water and lemon and slid it across to me before he returned to his soup.

“Didn’t mean to bring up a sore subject. Just making conversation,” I muttered.

“Conversation I can do. Why did you move here?”

“I was running from an ex-boyfriend. You might know him, considering you kidnapped him once,” I said, a hint of sarcasm in my voice.

Dominic shot me a quick look.

“I’m not into tragic love stories,” he grumbled.

“So, what are you into?” I asked, my frustration seeping into my words.

He moved to the kitchen island, leaning on his folded arms, his gaze fixed on me.

“I either kill or I fuck,” he replied.

I drew in a sharp breath, watching his dark eyes wander over me.

“That’s not a lot of skills,” I said, my heart pounding slightly.

“That’s all Hayden and Walker do too,” he informed me.

“And…are you currently sleeping with anyone or maybe planning to kill someone?”

He smiled, and I noticed the slight dimple on his cheek.

“Not at the moment,” he murmured.

With a heated glance, he turned back to his soup, and I felt a sneeze coming on.

I jumped off the stool, rushing into Walker’s bathroom to sneeze into a towel.

I grabbed a handful of tissues, took them back to the kitchen, and slid back onto the stool.

I sipped my hot water and lemon, watching Dominic move around, his t-shirt clinging to his muscles.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but why are you here?” I asked, dabbing at my nose.

“Babysitting! Hayden and Walker are handling a delivery and asked me to stay here to watch you. Also, if a guy named Logan shows up, I’m supposed to kill the bastard.”

That sounded like Walker, I thought.

“I’m surprised Hayden let you stay after what happened last time,” I said, laughing nervously.

“You and me both,” he muttered, stirring his soup.

Soon, Dominic set a steaming bowl of chicken soup in front of me with a spoon and gave me a grin.

“Let me know what you think, chef?” he teased.

I dipped my spoon in, brought it to my lips, blew on it, and then tasted it.

The warm chicken flavor filled my mouth, and I couldn’t help but moan.

This was delicious!

I took a few more bites before nodding in approval.

I froze when I saw Dominic staring at me, his expression intense.

“Don’t moan like that,” he whispered.