Sweetness

by S Gonzalez

  “Why are you hiding? I think its great.”

  “Great?” he says, testing the word. He still doesn’t open his eyes.

  “Yes, of course I think its great. Why wouldn’t you want me to see it? Please look at me,” I encourage. The embarrassed smile that is creeping up on his face is so delectable.

  “Maybe because it is humiliating that my girlfriend has just seen the shrine I made of her.” I try not to laugh. I swear, I do. But I couldn’t contain the laughter that bubbled up in my chest after the word, shrine. “See…humiliating,” he says throwing his arms back over his face.

  “I’m sorry, baby. I am not laughing because you did it, I am laughing because you are so embarrassed by it. I think it’s cute you made a shrine of me.” I tighten my lips and even bite my bottom lip to prevent from laughing, but he is so damn adorable when he is embarrassed.

  He lets out a groan in frustration. I climb on top of him and gently pull his arms back, again. This time he opens his eyes when I kiss his nose. Once he sees my face, he lets out a full on belly laugh before pulling me down to his chest and wrapping his arms around me. We both continue to laugh until there are tears in our eyes.

  “You don’t play fair, Emma Hill.”

  “What do you mean?” I say innocently as I push up from his chest, giving him my best, “who me” expression.

  “You know what I mean. Don’t play dumb with me. You waited until you had me right where you wanted me, then sprang from the bed like someone threw a firecracker at you. Just so you could open that door.” He points at the closet without moving his eyes from mine.

  “Well, you were being weird about letting me in the closet.”

  “Because I didn’t want you to see it. I forgot about it until you were about to open the door,” he says exasperated.

  “Well, I am glad I saw it. It really is very sweet…in a high school girl kind of way,” I tease.

  Dominic flips me over onto my back, “High school girl, huh. I think we have established I am all man baby.” He thrusts his hips into me rubbing my already drenched panties against the smooth flesh between my legs.

  I can feel him, still hard and ready. He climbs off the bed and I miss his weight on me immediately. I follow him with my eyes to the door. Just when I think he is going to leave me hanging, he locks the door and removes his clothes. He orders me to remove my clothes as well and I happily submit to his demand. The bed dips on either side of my hips with Dominic hovering over my body on all fours. His erection touching me is the only physical contact between us.

  His lips trace my ear and he whispers, “The guys are in the next room so you will have to be very quiet. I am going to get my revenge on your body for teasing me, but if you get loud I will stop. Do you understand?” There is no humor in his voice. This man is dead serious and fucking sexy as hell when he talks to me like that.

  “Yes,” I breathe.

  “Good,” he says in a low voice directly in my ear. “I don’t want anyone other than me to hear my girlfriend scream.” Oh god. He has barely touched me and I already want to scream his name.

  With the tip of his tongue he traces my ear, then down to my jaw, across my collarbone, then back up the opposite side, doing the same in reverse until he progresses to my other ear.

  “I am going to fuck you so hard you are going to want to scream. But you won’t. Because you will definitely want me to finish, Sweetness.”

  Dominic drops his head, kissing and nipping my breasts and stomach. Making very sure he never touches my nipples or bellybutton. He moves lower and lower until his nose is grazing my folds. His touch, or lack there of, is getting me so excited.

  Fuck! This is going to be hard to control. How the hell am I supposed to not make a sound?

  Dominic pushes my legs wider apart and parts me with his fingers. He runs the flat of his tongue from my entrance to the spot that makes my body jerk, then flicks it with the tip of his tongue before repeating the process over and over again. My lip is gripped between my teeth. I am clenching the blanket beneath me trying to be as quiet as possible but this is much more difficult than I originally thought.

  All I can hear is the hum of the bus and the heavy panting coming from the room. My body is on fire. The air is musky, filled with sexual tension. Dominic’s tongue and fingers are relentless as they tease me. I drape my arm over my mouth and bite into my own flesh to keep from screaming when my orgasm takes over. I can’t contain the moan that escapes from deep in my throat as I clench my inner muscles around his strategically placed fingers.

  Sliding back up my body, I can feel his tongue licking my salty flesh. “Shhhh. That was your one and only warning baby,” he whispers next my ear.

  He settles in between my legs and as promised slowly fills me as far as he can. Once he is tightly tucked inside, he gyrates his hips, allowing me to feel every inch of him inside of me. I bite his shoulder, desperately trying not to make another sound.

  “You like that baby? You like when I do this? Ummm, you do don’t you,” he breathes directly into my ear. His voice is laced with enough sexual promises to make me want to cream again. He is driving me crazy. I can’t answer him because I don’t trust myself to open my mouth

  Slow and steady he makes love to me. Kissing my lips and capturing any sounds emanating from my mouth. When I get close again he picks up the pace. With a few more thrusts my body explodes silently around him and he slams into me harder and faster trying to release his own bliss.

  “Oh fuck…” he yells. I am still riding out my own gratification silently as he screams my name before falling on top of me, completely spent.

  After he gets his breathing under control Dominic rolls off me and lies flat on the bed. He looks back in my direction and smiles when I prop my head up on my hand and look down at him with narrowed eyes. “How come you can make noise but I can’t?”

  “My game, my rules,” he chuckles. “I said I didn’t want them to hear you. I don’t care if they hear me.”

  I slap his arm and slip off the bed in search of my clothes. I guess I just learned that with Dominic there will always be a double standard when it comes to me. This won’t be the case in all things, but I really don’t want his friends to hear me any more than he wants them to.

  “Emma, can I ask you a question,” he asks.

  “You can ask me anything.”

  “You and Max. Have you ever…been more than just friends?”

  “Me and Max? No. Why do you ask?” I continue to get re-dressed, while he is clearly working something out in his head. I stop dressing and watch him, watching me for some sign I am not being truthful. “You don’t believe me?”

  “It’s not that. It’s just…the day when I had breakfast with you, Wanda, and Max, he said that it was his job to protect you. I see the way he looks at you. Then when he called you, he asked if you had showered yet and you didn’t seem fazed by his question. I just thought that maybe you both…I don’t know, hook up

  sometimes.”

  “Have you been wondering this since then?” Dominic’s only response is a nod. “Dom, I have never, ever hooked up with Max. Max, has always looked out for me, especially when it comes to-I have certain issues when it comes to guys. Well, had certain issues. You’re different.“ I try to explain without having to go into too much detail.

  “But you shower with him?” he asks confused.

  I snort, “No, he wishes. That has always been kind of an inside joke between us. He always seems to have a question to ask when I am in the shower. It’s an ongoing joke,” I cup Dominic’s face in my hands and take a seat to his left. “I don’t want you to worry about Max. Nothing has ever happened between us. He just knows me well enough to be protective, so I don’t get hurt.”

  “What does that mean? Do you think I am going to hurt you?”

  Shit. I don’t want to go here again. We are treading into unsafe territory. I can’t tell him why Max is protective. I don’t want him to think I am keeping anything fro
m him but this is one secret I need to keep to myself for as long as I can. I don’t want him to leave me when he realizes how fucked up my family is, or how damaged I am.

  “No, of course not. It’s just…look, I don’t want to talk about why Max feels the need to protect me. It has nothing to do with you. It has to do with me. Someday I will explain but for right now I…I just can’t.” I drop my hands into my lap and fiddle with the hem of my shirt. I am very uneasy about where this conversation may lead and I need to shut it down, now.

  “Can’t or won’t?” he is obviously irritated that Max and I have some secret he doesn’t know about. Why can’t he just drop it?

  “Both. Dominic, please. It has nothing to do with you. It has to do with something that happened a very long time ago and-,” my voice cracks and my eyes well up with tears. I can’t tell him. I just can’t. I really need him to stop pushing me on this.

  He hugs me close when he sees the tears dripping off my cheeks and into my lap. “Emma, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push you,” Dominic pulls my face up and kisses my lips. “Emma, if someone is bothering you I just want to know. I can protect you. I am your boyfriend. Not Max. I just want to be here for you.” He pulls my hands up to his lips and pulls me closer to his chest.

  “I know. I just don’t want to talk about it. Someday maybe. Just not now.”

  “Ok. I understand. I just want you to know you can tell me anything. I want to be the one who you talk to, about anything.”

  I nod and thankfully he doesn’t ask me any more questions. One day I will tell him what happened, but for right now I just want to enjoy our time together. He has to focus on he tour and not me and my issues. If he knows what Glen did he will kill him. I can’t have stuff like that happening in the middle of this tour.

  After unpacking my stuff and convincing Dominic to leave the shrine up in the closet, I make good on my promise and make the guys some lunch. I have to make a mental note to invest in a crock-pot. This kitchen is definitely small and I really can’t cook in large quantities in the oven. For today, it is tomato soup and grilled cheese. These guys certainly do pack it away. Rocco alone had a huge bowl of soup and three sandwiches. Mental note, more groceries also.

  After lunch I think a nap is well deserved. This weekend has been exhausting. Between all the sex and the late nights my boring life in the city sounds like heaven. I know it is only going to get worse from here, once we hit Austin. The two shows in Miami were pretty intense.

  During the shows, Dominic worked the crowd of women with a few winks and sexy looks. I know it is all part of the game but I am not going to lie and say it didn’t bother me a little. Justin however, takes the game to a whole new level. When he wasn’t eye fucking the crowd of woman panting at his feet, he was gyrating his hips as he played the guitar and blew air kisses. Half way through the show, during one of Dominic’s solo’s, he took off his shirt, wiped his chest with it, and threw it into the audience. It damn near caused a riot, as men and woman alike piled on top of each other to claim it. Chris is the shy one of the group. He just takes it all in and gets the job done before finding some willing girl to keep him company for the evening. No one can really see Rocco from behind the drum set but a few times during the set he would toss a drumstick into the crowd and watch the fans play fetch. The entire set was fun to watch.

  When I saw them play in New York it was a crowd of a few hundred at best. The larger venue in Miami was on a whole different playing field. The back stage area alone was a zoo. I knew there would be women around, but I didn’t know how desperate they would be. Some of them were trying to bribe security to let them backstage. Some were flashing their naked chests to the band afterward in hopes to get picked for skank of the evening. A few girls even tried to run up on stage during the show.

  Jesus, have a little self-control. What some girls won’t do to bang a rock star. Ok, the irony of that last part isn’t lost on me. But me, I just sat on my black box and watched from the sidelines like Dominic told me to. For the Saturday show, he brought me out on stage and we went through the routine of him singing to me. It was just as thrilling as the first time he did it. When I looked out into the crowd I couldn’t see people necessarily, it was more like a moving blob of shadows. I honestly don’t know how he does it. My mind plays the last couple of days over and over until I am gently rocked to sleep by the sway of the bus.

  Kisses. I am dreaming of kisses. No, wait. I can feel kisses. My eyes flutter open and I feel a warm body next me. Dominic is kissing my cheeks and neck trying to coax me awake. I turn into him and cuddle against his chest while he wraps his arms around me. His embrace feels so safe and welcoming I almost fall back asleep.

  “We are going to stop and get something to eat soon. Do you want to stay asleep or are you going to join us?”

  “What time is it?”

  “Almost eight.”

  “I’ll get up,” I murmur as I yawn into his chest.

  When I stretch, my back arcs and the bottom of my t-shirt rides up a little. Dominic takes this as an invitation to run his hand over my stomach and up to my breasts. I giggle and swat his hand away.

  “What?”

  “I thought you wanted to wake me up so you could feed me, not grope me,” I challenge before sitting up in the bed.

  Dominic pulls me back down. “You’re my girlfriend. Why can’t I grope you?”

  “Yea, about that. I don’t remember ever really agreeing to be your girlfriend. What happened to friends with benefits?” I ask him jokingly. He narrows his eyes on me and climbs on top of me pinning my arms to the bed.

  “The second you told me you loved me, all of that friends with benefits bullshit was out the window,” he firmly states as he rubs his lips against mine. “When I was watching you at Central Park on our first date. I knew it. You hit me like a freight train and there was no going back. I was yours.”

  There is no trace of humor in his tone. He is completely and utterly serious. His lips touch mine and the gentle touch of his hand caressing my cheek feels nice. This is what it’s like to be loved. This is what it fells like to love someone. My heart is swelling and I can feel tears spilling out of my eyes as Dominic hugs me, placing his cheek on mine. When he feels the moisture on his skin he pulls back and wipes the tears away with his thumb.

  “Don’t cry, Emma. Why are you crying?”

  “I am just so happy. You make me happy. No one has ever loved me before. Not like you do.”

  “Well, damn woman now you are going to make me cry,” he says before rolling on his back and taking me with him. “I don’t know weather to be honored or sad.”

  “Don’t be sad,” I snort.

  “Well then, I will considerer myself honored…always,” he says, kissing me on top of my head.

  “I knew it too, ya’ know. I fought my feelings because I didn’t know what was happening. I knew I wanted you. Badly. In hindsight, it was love not lust that hit me so hard. The second I saw you at the bar in New York, I knew it…well, Wanda knew it,” I laugh.“ I needed some more convincing that this wasn’t a one time thing, but deep down I knew. There was no way I could walk away again once I saw you. When I heard your voice through the sound system I froze. I thought I was hearing things. I was excited to see you, and scared to death you would have no idea who I was.”

  “Remind me to thank, Wanda, the next time I see her.”

  “You should thank, Max, too.”

  “Max. Why Max?”

  “He’s the one that brought me to you. We were talking about the last night you and I saw each other. Something I said clicked to him and he dragged me off to the bar where you were. Wanda was working so he must have checked with her to make sure you were there. I knew they were up to something. He was being so quiet and wouldn’t tell me where we were going.”

  “Huh, I guess Max isn’t as bad as I thought.” “What? Why would you say he is bad?”

  “Because he wants to nail my girlfriend. And get in her shower. And
he sleeps in her apartment when I am miles way.”

  “I told you already he is harmless-“

  “I know. I know that, now. But being away for a month and him being around when I couldn’t be…it just pissed me off.” He kisses the top of my head again and sits up with me sitting on his lap. When we feel the bus coming to a stop he stands me up and pushes me out the door. “Let’s eat. I’m starving.”

  After twenty-four hours I am ready to get off this damn bus. It’s not really all that bad but one could definitely get cabin fever in here. Dominic is in the back, getting our things together while Chris and I are in the kitchen talking about interview dates. Suddenly, the bus doors open and the largest human being I have ever seen up close enters, wearing an orange t-shirt, jeans, and black heavy boots that thud with each step. The bus is not the roomiest, but with this giant of a man standing in the middle of it, it feels much smaller. Chris notices my eyes get wide with fear and he grins as the man approaches. I hide behind Chris like he is going to protect me from this monster of a man

  “Ryan, ‘sup man.”

  “Nuttin’ dude. Who’s the skirt?”

  “This is Dominic’s girl, Emma. Emma, this is,

  Ryan. He is our security,” Chris introduces us then steps to the side allowing me to get the full view. As he approaches I have to crane my neck to look up at him. Ryan has to be almost six and a half feet tall. He is build like Rocco with thick arms and a broad chest but Ryan is much bigger. His head is completely bald and his eyes are almost black in color. He has a short goatee and two piercings in his eyebrow that only add to his scariness. He looks like a killer or an escaped inmate; sure glad he is in our corner. Ryan extends his hand to shake mine and I am surprised that his touch is gentle. My entire hand fits in his palm and when he smiles at me his eyes are soft and full of expression.

  “Nice to meet you, Emma,” he says to me before looking over my shoulder down the hall. “You ready to go. The car is outside.”