by Bowman, Dara
“Whatever.”
“No! Not whatever!” He runs his hand through his hair again. “Let me take you to dinner. Tonight.”
My eyes widen in surprise. Is he serious? Dom Dresden wants to take me to dinner?
“For what?” I ask dumbfounded.
“To talk,” he says, clearly exasperated.
He looks like he’s starting to sweat, and his confidence is wavering by the second, it’s as if he’s never asked a girl to dinner before.
I narrow my eyes and put my hands on my hips.
“If you’re just asking me to dinner because you want to get in my panties, then we are going to have a major problem.” I say frankly.
Dom bursts out laughing, and a few people turn to stare at us.
“Let’s talk about whatever this is,” he says, motioning to the two of us.
“Dude!” Jenner calls, and this time he’s annoyed.
Dom hurries away, and then turns back to me. “I’ll pick you up at eight.”
He walks away, but I realize he still hasn’t answered my question.
Chapter Eleven
Annie
Six Hours Later...
I finally have myself primped and ready for dinner. I pace nervously in the living room while Elle sits on the couch watching me with her arms and legs crossed, giving me the bitchiest look I’ve ever seen.
“You are out of your mind, Annie, do you know that?”
I just roll my eyes; I don’t have an acceptable defense to her accusation.
It’s five of eight, so Dom should be here any minute. I glance nervously out of the sliding doors. My stomach is a flurry of nerves, and I don’t know if I’m going to be able to eat one bite tonight.
“You’re right, Elle,” I forfeit, “I know I’m not making the best choice.”
“What happened to being polite and professional? You seemed to be doing great until today.”
“Yeah, well he said he wants to discuss us.”
I begin nervously twirling my hair.
“What is there to discuss?” Elle huffs. “He got you this amazing job, and your parents are getting hitched. Period.”
“Right,” I say sarcastically, “Besides the fact that we can’t seem to stay away from each other. Oh, and we shared a kiss that was undeniably meaningful, are we just supposed to act like that didn’t happen?”
Oops. Too much information.
Elle makes a retching noise.
“Whatever,” she says, recovering from my confession, “You’re a big girl now. All I can do is try to be the voice of reason.”
I sigh and sit down next to her.
“I know, I know. I just need to go out with him tonight, and talk about whatever this thing is between us. Then I can have some closure.”
“Closure?” Elle snorts. “You’re going to get yourself in even deeper.”
She's right. Who am I kidding? I know that I have no intention of walking away from this.
I glance out of the window and suddenly my stomach drops.
“Oh shit, I think he’s here.”
Elle cranes her neck and gasps at the sight of Dom’s ride. Parked outside in front of our apartment is a sleek, black Mercedes SUV.
I see Dom’s tall frame step out of the car.
“Alright! I’m going!” I say quickly, giving Elle a quick wave and hurrying out of the apartment. I’m not sure why, but I don’t want Dom to come up to our apartment with Elle there.
I fly down the steps, and I nearly collide with him as I rush out of the door.
“Hey!” he says surprised.
He catches me gently in his arms.
“Hi,” I breathe.
I look up into his handsome face and I’m completely mesmerized as I gaze into his eyes.
Dom breaks the spell as he holds me at arm’s length to get a better look at my outfit.
“You look hot,” he says appreciatively.
“Thanks.” I say, with a nervous laugh, “I think.”
“Oh yeah, it was definitely a compliment.”
Based on Dom’s personality thus far, I can’t imagine that he’s planned for us to go somewhere super fancy. I’m glad to see that he isn’t dressed up, although he does look sexy tonight wearing black jeans, and a lightweight cream sweater that seems to hug his chest in all the right places.
He is to die for.
I’m relieved that I decided to keep it casual with a pair of skinny white jeans, a v-neck electric blue blouse, and silver sandals.
“Do you like seafood?” Dom asks, guiding me towards the car.
“Yes of course, who doesn’t?”
“Great. I have a friend who owns this great little place down on the beach. Very low-key.” He pauses. “I don’t want to attract too much attention.”
I nod. “Sounds perfect.”
Dom helps me into the car, and the engine purrs softly as we pull away.
It’s hard to breathe being alone and in such close proximity to him. I try to remind myself that he has been a major douche bag on more than one occasion.
It’s not really working.
We talk about our parents during the ride, and we joke about Roxie’s good taste influencing my dad. We poke fun at their wedding, but we both agree that they deserve to be happy. I get the sense that Roxie has had her fair share of bad relationships. I also understand that Dom, “will have no problem kicking my dad’s ass if he hurts her.” Or so he says.
We arrive in Santa Monica, and Dom leads me down to a little seafood joint on the water. The view is absolutely breath-taking and the weather tonight couldn’t be more beautiful. His friend shows us to a quiet little table that’s off by itself and private from any other guests.
“This is fantastic!” I enthuse.
Dom grins, but I can tell he’s happy that I like it. We order our food, sip some wine, and talk about the tour, and then we quiet down a bit once our food arrives. Everything is delicious, and once they clear away our plates, Dom looks at me seriously.
“So, I said we should come to dinner and talk,” he begins.
I shake my head. “I was being a bitch, we don’t have to make this a bigger deal than it is.”
“No, you were putting me in my place. And honestly, the only thing I had wanted when I first met you was to get in your pants.”
I glare at him. I warned him against taking me out to dinner just to tell me he’s only looking for a fuck buddy.
He sees the look on my face, and holds his hands up.
“Wait, wait, wait!” He pleads, as a smile crosses his lips, “But then I realized that I want more. I don’t want to use you like some piece of ass. You’re a special girl Annie, and I know it doesn’t make sense but…” He takes a deep breath. “I want more.”
I stare at him, unable to respond. I don’t even really understand him.
“You want more?”
“Look!” he says, clearly he’s struggling, “I don’t really know how to go about this. I just know that I want to know you better!”
“So you want to fuck me and get to know me better?” I ask wryly.
Dom gives me a sly grin. “Can you blame me for wanting to fuck you? Annie baby, you’re sex on legs.”
Ah there it is, the Dom I know so well. At this point I don’t know if I’m supposed to be appalled or turned on.
“Wow, you have such a way with words.” I say.
He at least looks sincere now. I think he’s really trying.
“I’m sorry. I’m not used to this.”
“Well, unfortunately I am used to this. I go after the typical bad-boy rocker, get in way over my head, fall head over heels, only to have my heart crushed into a million little pieces.”
There I said it. How can he possibly talk me out of that?
Dom, for once, looks to be at a loss for words. This is kind of fun actually, seeing Dom Dresden talk about his feelings.
“Look,” he says, his voice is gruff, “I don’t want to be like that with you. I’m no saint, I
don’t pretend to be,” he says as his eyes cloud over, and I can only imagine the women he’s used in his past, “but I would like to get to know you. Whatever that means.”
“So…what? We have dinners? We talk?”
We need more guidelines here. I can’t go on with him and not have any clear boundaries.
“Well, we’re going to be busy on tour, so I don’t know about dinners after this week, but sure. And yes, we can talk.”
“I don’t want to label this,” I say quickly.
Dom gives me a knowing smile. “What? We can’t say we’re dating?” He smirks at the last word.
“Are you always this annoying?”
“This is nothing, babe.”
He sits back in his chair and studies me.
“I’m not really sure what to make of you,” he finally says.
Great. Something all girls love to hear.
I smirk back at him. “Well, then get to know me better.”
The conversation lightens up from there, and I talk about my string of bad luck in the industry after I demolished Sid’s set. Well, I don’t bring up demolishing Sid’s set. I just dance around the topic. I’m sure Dom found out enough on his own.
I yawn, and Dom looks at his watch.
“It’s nearly eleven.” He says, “I should get you home.”
“No, no,” I protest, but I give myself away and yawn again. He reaches out to touch my hand, and suddenly I’m wide-awake again. Electricity courses through my hand at his touch, and I feel my body hum to life. As he strokes the back of my hand, I feel my insides clench in the most delicious way.
I’m definitely not sleeping with Dom Dresden.
At least not tonight…the mere thought of it has me squirming in my seat.
We leave the restaurant, and Dom chivalrously holds open the door and helps me into this car. We talk about some of Diesel’s more memorable shows and some of the mishaps they’ve had on tour. Dom tells me funny stories about the guys, and by the time we get back to my apartment, I feel like I know Avery, Jenner and Johnny as if they were my own brothers.
Dom puts the car in park, and he turns his smoldering eyes towards me.
“I had a great time,” he says huskily.
I nearly die from his bedroom voice.
“Me too,” I croak.
I know I’m not nearly as smooth as Dom, but I am jumping out of my skin to touch him. I refuse to make the first move, and I briefly think of sitting on my hands to stop myself.
But I don’t have to, because Dom leans towards me, and the next thing I know, he’s kissing me. I close my eyes and savor the moment. Dom is tender at first, his lips move softly against mine, and I part my lips for him as he slides his tongue into my mouth. I moan softly as he lusciously strokes my tongue with his. I put my arms around the back of his neck, and pull his head towards me as I run my nails through his wild, dark hair.
I push my body harder against him and he groans deep in his throat. He pulls me even tighter against him and deepens the kiss, kissing me harder as his wandering hands find my breasts and my ass. I gasp from the pleasure, and my mouth works feverishly against his as if I’m trying to consume him.
Our hands are everywhere, and I sigh with pleasure as I feel Dom’s hands slide under my shirt. His hands are warm and rough against my skin, and his touch sets me on fire. My entire body is singing for Dom, and I ache to get more of him.
My breathing comes in ragged pants, as his hands travel up my stomach. He cups my bra and now I can’t help the loud moan that escapes my lips.
“More.”
That’s all he needs. He slides his fingers into the cups of my bra, and grabs my breasts out of the material. His deft fingers take my nipples between them and he rolls them between his fingers and I feel them harden and lengthen under his passionate touch. I throw my head back and writhe in pleasure as he kisses my neck and throat.
“Oh, Dom,” I moan. Without even thinking, I tug my shirt over my head.
Dom stops for a brief second, ogling my bare breasts in his hands. His eyes pop open wide and then before I know it, he’s taking my left nipple into his mouth, as his hands grope my right breast.
The car is filled with my moaning, and I can tell it’s turning him on, because he sucks me harder and faster with every one of my wanton moans. I arch my back so that he takes more of my breast into his mouth.
“Oh god, Annie,” he breathes. I hug his face to my chest, as he takes my right nipple into his mouth, and I tilt my head back as my mouth falls open with my silent cry of ecstasy.
He moves his hand to undo the button on my jeans and I raise my hips to help, running my fingers feverishly through his hair.
Suddenly, the loud shrill of Dom’s phone makes us break apart as if we’ve been scalded with hot water.
“What the fuck?” he growls.
He moves back to my rock-hard nipples, but his phone goes off again and this time, he angrily pulls it from his pocket.
The moment has been broken, and I feel incredibly exposed with my heavy breasts hanging out of my bra, and my shirt crumbled on the floor of the car. As Dom looks at his phone, and pounds on the keypad, I slip my boobs back in my bra, and quickly pull my shirt back over my head.
Dom looks at me apologetically; he knows the moment is over, too.
“I’m sorry,” he says, and I can tell he means it.
“It’s okay,” I reply, smoothing my shirt down self-consciously. “It’s probably best we stop before things go too far.”
Dom gives me his sexy, crooked grin. “Second base isn’t far enough,” he says ruefully.
I swat him. “You’re lucky you made it to second base at all.” I want to ask about the text, but I don’t think it’s my place. He seemed really annoyed by it, and regardless, I have no claim over him.
I open the car door.
“Thanks for tonight.” I say.
“Let me walk you to the door,” he says, as if he suddenly realizes he forgot his manners.
“No, it’s fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I’m afraid to kiss him again, because I don’t think I’ll be able to stop, so instead I reach for his chest, and run my hand along it.
His eyes close briefly and then he opens them. They are raging with lust.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he promises.
And then I force myself to walk away from sexiest rock star alive.
Chapter Twelve
Dom
I watch Annie walk away and I wish she were still back here in my car, helping me fog up the windows. Her tits are fucking glorious. I can still taste them in my mouth, and feel her nipples hardening against my tongue.
“Fuck,” I breathe, as she disappears into her building.
Annie Winter has me all twisted up, and I’m not sure which way is up and which is down.
I throw the car into reverse, and I think darkly of the two interruptions that ruined our make out session. Apparently, Brittany is home by herself tonight and she’s feeling lonely. She had the nerve to call me at midnight, and then seconds later, send me a text telling me she was knocking at my door and wanted to know where I was.
Brittany never struck me as a chick who would catch feelings, she’s always been no-strings-attached, but the fact that she’s knocking on my door at midnight and then texting me, certainly means trouble.
I think of the nasty text I sent her earlier.
My whereabouts are none of your fucking business and you need to go the fuck home.
It’s not my problem that Roberto is traveling for business and she’s horny. I’m sure there are plenty of other guys who will be more than happy to fuck her.
I’m lost in thought for the rest of the drive home, and I can’t ignore my hard dick. After what just happened with Annie, I’m going to be more than happy to go home and take care of myself.
“What the hell?” I yell, as I pull up my driveway.
I see Brittany there, casually leaning against my front door.
It looks like I’m going to have to go back to hiring full-time security detail. This is bullshit.
I jump out of the car and slam the door.
“What the fuck are you doing here? I told you to go home!”
“Nice to see you, too,” Brittany slurs.
I move closer and I can smell the alcohol wafting off her.
“You’re wasted, Brittany. Go the hell home.”
“But I’m lonely,” she pouts.
She reaches out to grab my pants, and before I can move away, she catches my crotch, and crows triumphantly. “See Dom! You want me! You’re so hard!”
“I’m not hard because of you!” I spit.
Brittany brushes this comment off, and continues to caress my cock through my jeans. “Let me take care of this, Dom. You know how much I love to suck you off.”
“Thanks, but no thanks,” I say, ducking out from under her grip and fumbling with the keys in the lock.
“Dom,” she reprimands me in a silky-soft voice, “Don’t be that way.”
She’s behind me, reaching around as she manhandles me.
I can’t help myself as I let out a small groan. Fucking, traitorous dick.
“See,” she purrs, “You want it.”
The last thing I want is Brittany giving me a blow job, but it feels good to have my cock touched, and I try to reason with myself that Brittany can suck me off, and I’ll pretend it’s Annie.
This is certainly not my finest moment.
“Whatever,” I concede.
I unlock the door, and let Brittany in. She stumbles behind me, and begins to move towards the bedroom.
“No,” I say harshly, “Here.”
Brittany pauses for a moment, and then shrugs. I lean against the wall in the doorway, and rest my head back against the cool stone. I close my eyes as Brittany kneels in front of me and starts to undo my jeans. I’m a creature of habit, and even though I’m no longer interested in Brittany, it’s hard to pass up on a blowjob when the girl is at your door begging you for it.
Brittany takes me in her mouth, and I picture Annie’s face, her glossy pink lips stretching over my swollen head. I groan, and Brittany sucks me harder.
Annie, Annie, Annie.
