Dirty Playboy

by Wolf, Alex

  I must say, what she enjoys in the bedroom has surprised even me a little. Despite how well put together she may be, how strong her faith is, Mary loves to experiment sexually. She’s seriously everything to me. I’ll die giving her whatever she wants—I’ll give her the whole world if she asks for it.

  “Are you wet?”

  She exhales a light gasp and nods. “Yes.”

  My hand wraps around her neck, and I glare right at her. “Show me.”

  Her hand slides down between her legs, and I follow it with my eyes. It disappears into her panties, and she rubs back and forth. Her light moans land in my ears, and my cock hardens even more. I stare at the fabric of her panties, knowing it’s the only thing separating me from what I want. What I need.

  Her hand comes out and slides up my chest. I can already feel her wetness trailing up my skin, but it’s not enough.

  “See?”

  “Not. Enough. I said show me, Mary.”

  She holds her hand up in front of my face, and I smell her on her fingers. Every muscle in her body stiffens when I sniff them. Then I lunge out and take them in my mouth. She jolts, and I tighten my grip on her neck as I suck on them. That’s all it takes—when I taste her, I need to be inside her right then.

  I grab her by the shoulders, forcefully, and shove her over the side of the bed.

  She lets out a loud coo.

  “Fuck, do you know what this ass does to me?”

  I catch her grinning as I pin her chest to the bed with my fingers splayed across her upper back.

  “I know what your filthy mouth is doing to me.”

  I spank her the second she says it and stare at the light pink outline of my hand as the blood rushes back into her skin.

  She gasps.

  Fuck me, I want to take my time with her so damn bad. I just want to lock her in this room and keep her all to myself for the night, and it only makes my blood boil more because I can’t.

  I yank her panties halfway down her thighs, then take my hand between her legs. She’s so hot and wet I can feel it against my palm, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to contain my animal instincts.

  Before I can even say anything, Mary belts out, “It’s yours. It belongs to you, I can’t wait anymore, Dom.”

  I smile right at her. She’s always one step ahead of me.

  I know what she’s doing too. She pretends to hurry me along, just so I’ll do the opposite and slow down, but she has me check mated and she knows it, because we have to hurry.

  I reach down and fist her hair. “You’re gonna pay for that.”

  “I know.” She smiles even wider.

  I circle her clit with my fingers, wishing I had just five extra minutes to see if I could make her come even harder than she usually does. The sexual frustration is off the charts. My cock tents my slacks, and if I don’t get it out of these pants, I might die.

  Mary’s so close. I can already feel her trembling against my fingers.

  “This will be continued later tonight, so I can get you off properly.”

  “It feels pretty proper already, just don’t stop, please.”

  I groan my disapproval again. Every time she says that shit, I want to slow down and tease her.

  My hand tightens in her hair, my knuckles bearing down against her scalp, and I undo my belt. Mary shudders at the sound of my zipper.

  When my dick springs out, relieving the pressure, I exhale a sigh of relief.

  Usually, I would grab a condom about now, but I can’t help it. I have to know what she feels like.

  I lean over, so I can talk directly into her ear. I know how bad she wants me right now; it’s as bad as I want her. I don’t know what comes over me, but I put my bare cock up against her and lean around so I can see her face.

  I know she feels it, knows exactly what’s happening right now. It’s the only thing we have left between us that hasn’t been explored. But I want that connection. I need it before what’s going to happen tonight.

  To my surprise, she doesn’t hesitate, and nods at me.

  I inch into her, and it’s an entirely new experience. The connection grows between us even more, and I’ll never be able to go back now.

  I’m already about to blow, just by how hot and wet and tight she’s wrapped around me. I reach around and lift her head up just slightly and turn her so she can see my face as I push all the way into her.

  “Dominic.” My name trails off her tongue.

  “This is how it is from here on. This—” I push inside her even harder, until I’m as deep as I can go. “Is mine. It’s mine forever, and I’m going to put our child inside you.”

  Mary nods and bites down on the sheets as I speed up my hips. I reach down and shove her panties to the floor, then yank her right leg up onto the bed, so she’s spread even wider, giving me deeper access. Then I stroke her clit with one hand as I fuck into her from behind.

  “Don’t stop that. Please don’t ever stop.”

  A smile spreads across my face as I watch her groan and writhe against my bed. This is how it’s meant to be.

  “Are you going to come for me?”

  “Yes. Yes.”

  I speed my fingers up even faster, taking her in long deep strokes so she can feel every inch of me. When her muscles constrict, and her lithe body starts to convulse, she clamps down on me, and I don’t know if I’ve ever experienced a more euphoric moment in my life.

  My balls lift and tighten, and the load creeps up my shaft. It takes every ounce of willpower I have to hold it back until the orgasm crests through her body.

  “Oh God, Dominic, please.”

  When she says my name, I drive into her, pinning her down to the bed, going deeper than I thought possible. My whole body quakes and fuzzy stars dance in front of my eyes as I blow deep inside Mary. I shudder as I spill out around the edges of my cock and watch my orgasm stream down her inner thighs.

  It’s the most incredible feeling, sight, I’ve ever seen. I mark her as mine, claim my territory. When we finish, I nearly collapse into her, breathing heavily. Our eyes lock and she stares at me, her chest heaving up and down.

  I roll her to her back and shove her legs up in the air and hold them there, then I crash my lips into hers.

  After a few long moments, she says, “We have to go. We’re already late.”

  “You’re going to be late, next month.”

  She shakes her head at me like I’m an idiot. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

  My smile fades a little, but her petite hand comes up to my chest, then to my cheek. “But I’m so glad we did. There’s not one regret in my body. I mean that, Dom.”

  I lean into her hand and close my eyes, just to feel her, just to focus on her spirit and her touch, her smell, the way she tastes. There’s nothing in this world I love more than being present with her. Nothing else matters, not money, not possessions, not jobs—nothing. I have her and she has me, and that’s where I draw my happiness from.

  I open my eyes, so it’s like experiencing looking at her for the first time. She just looks like—mine. And I’ll be damned if I’m not hers. Every fiber of my being belongs to this gorgeous woman beneath me. I’ll fight for her, go to the ends of the universe for her; die for her.

  “I love you, Mary Patrick.”

  She blushes, the same way she does every time I tell her those words. “I love you too, Dom.”

  “Good.” I set her legs down and lean back to pull up my pants. “Now get dressed, you’re going to make us late for our date.”

  She flies up off the bed and smacks me playfully in the chest. “I’ll kill you.”

  I wrap her up in my arms and kiss her again on the mouth. “It would be the greatest death a man has ever died.”

  “You got that right.” She goes to the bathroom, gets cleaned up, then walks over to her dress, swaying her hips for me while she reaches back to put her hair up in a bun. Her breasts bounce up and down a little as she walks.

  I gro
an, and my cock starts to get hard again. How, I have no idea. I love how open she is now, how free she feels. I can see it in her walk, how she speaks. She’s confident in the bedroom with me, tells me everything she wants, and it’s so damn sexy.

  “Later tonight.” I nod at her. “Gonna pay.”

  “We’ll see.” She grins at me in the mirror and shimmies the dress back up her hourglass frame. “Now come zip me back up, you pervert.”

  I do.

  Once we’re dressed, and I button up my dress shirt on the tux I wore for the Pretty Woman date, I wrap my arms around her from behind and stare at us in the mirror. “We make a perfect couple, don’t we?”

  She nods. “Yeah, we do.”

  “Well, Ms. Patrick.” I take a step toward the door and hold out my hand. “Shall we?”

  She looks me up and down and I can tell she thinks something is going on, but she smiles and takes my hand. If she only knew. Things are just beginning for us. This is the start of something special.

  * * *

  We pull up to the theater five minutes late, and I think Mary’s about to lose it. She never shows up late for anything. Who am I kidding? She doesn’t even show up right on time for anything, she’s always at least five minutes early.

  I just grinned the whole time, knowing it drove her insane.

  As we get out and I hand my keys to the valet I paid to pick up the car when we got there, she glares at me. It’s playful, but I still know it’s under her skin, even if she tries to play it off.

  “Relax, they never start the previews on time.”

  “It’s not a normal movie. There might not even be previews.”

  “They’ll start the shit when I tell them.” I grin at her, my shoulders bouncing as we walk up to the door.

  “You’re so full of it. Like they’ll just say, Dominic Romano is coming to the movie, better not start things until he gets here.”

  “That’s exactly how the world should work.”

  I take her hand and drag her toward the door. “Come on. It’s going to be great.”

  Two ushers open the door for us the second we walk in, and Mary stares at me with questioning eyes. This service is above and beyond what you usually get at a movie theater.

  Two more ushers lead us into the theater, and it’s pitch-black, just as it should be, but there’s nothing on the screen.

  I can’t see Mary, save for our feet along the dimly lit aisle. “Told you we’d be on time.”

  She whisper-yells back, “Yeah, because pitch-black is how they keep the theater when you’re not late.”

  I grin to myself as he takes us all the way to the front and shows us an empty row of seats.

  “Why are we in the very front? The place is empty. We could have any seat.”

  I shrug even though she can’t see me. “This is where the man brought us. Just have a seat and enjoy the movie.”

  I squeeze her hand in mine, probably tighter than I should, but the nerves hit me all at once. My stomach rolls, in the best way possible, and my adrenaline spikes.

  “Your hand is clammy. You okay?”

  I gulp. “Yeah,” I say, as we take a seat.

  All we hear are the usher’s footsteps as he walks back out of the theater. A little light peeks through when he opens the door, then just like that it’s gone.

  My nerves spike to an all-time high, and I tighten my grip on Mary’s hand.

  “You sure you’re okay?”

  “Yep, shh, movie’s about to start.”

  I can tell she’s uncertain, but she doesn’t say anything else.

  I count it down in my head, nervously waiting for the screen to light up. I started planning this the day she took me back, and I pray harder than I’ve ever prayed before that it’s perfect, and it works.

  More silence.

  Complete darkness.

  You could hear a damn pin drop in the place, and I really am surprised. I thought something would give it away, but it’s working perfectly.

  Then, it happens.

  I hear an electric motor whir to life, and a split-second delay, then the screen lights up. Music comes over the loudspeakers.

  The words come on the screen and they say, “Mary, I love you.”

  “Wait, what?” The screen lights up Mary’s face, so I can see her reactions, and she gasps a little.

  As the music plays, a trailer of us starts up on the screen. They’re scenes from moments I’ve been filming of us in the park, plus a slideshow of selfies and pictures of us. Us kissing, us walking along Lake Michigan, someone even got video of us at the church after my baptism.

  I even did a voiceover with the help of someone I know who makes commercials, and I narrate the entire video from beginning to end. I can’t believe how professional they made it look. It’s an actual movie trailer with the music and everything.

  Mary’s eyes stay locked on the screen, like she doesn’t want to miss one second of it. It allows me to slide down on one knee in front of her and pull the box from my pocket and open it.

  The ring is incredible. I worked with a local jeweler and he was able to work a cross into the setting beneath the diamond. All I can do is pray with everything in my body that she loves it.

  When the trailer ends, Mary’s eyes move to the side, and when she realizes I’m not there, she looks down and sees me in front of her. Her eyes widen even more.

  The lights fade back on, and I can see everyone behind Mary, smiling at us, but she has no idea anyone else is here.

  “We’ve been through so much, Mary. But it’s time for the third act of our story. The part where I make my promise to you official.” I inhale a deep breath and try to keep my emotions in check, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to. This woman brings things out from the deepest recesses of my soul. “You already know I love you. I know you do. I know you don’t doubt that, and nothing can ever break the connection we have. But the same way Jesus said, ‘What I tell you in the dark, shout from the rooftops,’ I feel the same way about us. I want the world to know I’m promised to you, and you’re promised to me. I love you so much, and I will spend my entire life, through whatever life throws our way, one hundred percent loyal, one hundred percent faithful, and you will own every square inch of my heart until the day I die. Mary Patrick, will you marry me?”

  Tears stream down her face, and I can’t imagine her smiling any harder than she is right now. She glances to the ring, to me on a knee, then back to my eyes, and she nods. “Yes. Yes I will.”

  My fingers tremble so hard I can barely get the ring out, but I manage to slide it onto her finger, then I pull her up out of her chair and into my arms. The second our lips meet, a round of applause comes from the crowd.

  I anticipate Mary’s reaction when she jolts, scared out of her mind, and I wrap her up in a hug. She slowly turns around, and all our friends from the firm are there. Decker and Tate, Deacon and Quinn, Dexter and Abigail, Donavan and Paisley, plus Cole and Harlow. Even Wells Covington sits there with two young blondes on his arm, clapping in the most sarcastic way possible, like what he sees in front of him makes him sick, but he wants to support how ridiculous we are.

  Mary’s eyes dart around at everyone, and then they land on two people, and she covers her mouth and really breaks down. They get up and walk around to congratulate us.

  “What?” Mary gasps. “You didn’t!” She takes off running in her heels and nearly tackles them. “I can’t believe you’re here!” The three of them hug as I walk over.

  Mary lets go of her father, and he reaches out a hand. I shake it.

  “That was a fine speech, son. Thank you for doing this the right way.”

  Mary glances around like she has sensory overload and can’t process everything that’s going on. “What right way?”

  Her mom smiles at her. “Dominic called your father a while back, after you’d told us about him. Your dad put him on speaker phone, and he told us he would never propose to you without our blessing.”

 
; Mary’s eyes get big, then she turns to her dad, half-joking. “And you gave it to him that easy?”

  Her dad laughs and shakes his head. “Oh no.” He turns to Dominic. “How many phone calls did it take you?”

  “Fourteen, sir.”

  Mary dies laughing, then grins at her father. “He’s very persistent, isn’t he?”

  Her dad’s eyes get wide, and he nods slowly. “Oh yes.” He turns to me. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, though, finally.”

  “Same, sir.”

  Her mom comes over and gives me a huge hug. I have to lean down to accept it.

  She whispers, “You did good.”

  “Thank you, ma’am.”

  Everyone else comes up and says congratulations to us, and it’s perfect. Everyone close to us, all here to share the moment. My buddy walks in from the lobby, and I jog over to him. “Holy fuck, that was awesome. You worked some magic. The trailer was awesome.”

  He buffs his nails on his shirt. “I know.”

  “How’d you get that footage in there? The stuff I just shot earlier?”

  “Just spliced it in.” He hands me a thumb drive. “Saved it on this, the stuff you sent me earlier, it’s the only copy.” He places it gingerly in my hand like it’s a damn diamond or something. “Might be careful next time.”

  My eyebrows rise. “Huh?”

  He leans in and lowers his voice where Mary and her parents, or anyone else won’t hear. “There’s about ten minutes of footage on there of you banging your ol’ lady.”

  My palm tightens around the thumb drive, and my eyes widen. “What?” It takes me a second to process what I just heard, and I reach out and grab him by the collar. “Did you fucking watch it?”

  He shakes his head vehemently. “Hell no, cut it off as soon as I saw where it was headed.”

  I stare into his eyes, and he seems to be telling the truth. I let go, and he gasps for air.

  “Fucking hell, bitch. See if I do you any favors anymore.”

  I hold up a hand. “Sorry, man. Just. Yeah. I really appreciate it. Thank you.”

  He shakes his head and laughs, then walks off.

  I stare down at the thumb drive in my hand, then my lips curl up into a devilish grin as I look between it and Mary. I shove it down in my pocket and pat it a couple times for extra measure.