Vice was left in a puddle of pleasure. Her body was still on a high. When she stood up and turned around, raising her pants, the look Dom met her with was almost enough to make her cum again. An idea sparked in her mind, bringing a saucy wicked grin. She eased towards him dropping to her knees in front of him, licking her lips.
“Can I suck your dick, Sir?” Her voice was low and husky, shooting straight to his balls. She had said it perfectly.
“Mmm. Good girl for asking what you want. Take my cock out.” Vice did, sliding her palm up and down its length as she waited for the next command. “Fist it, baby. Squeeze it hard. Mmmm, so good, just like that.” Vice’s hand gripped him tight, squeezing in pulses that had his beast barking to be set free. When she stroked him hard and fast slamming down hard. “Fuck that’s good! Take me down your throat.”
“Mmm yeah. I love sucking fat cock.” Vice slipped him between her lips, plunging him deep on the first thrust to hit the back of her throat. His earthy taste mixed with the musky scent made her cunt contract, already wanting more. Deeper and faster she went, taking him as far as she could. She gagged a few times, only to have him thrust upward to feed her more. She could tell he was close. It wasn’t long before his hands fisted in her hair, giving him control of each suck. “Damn you suck cock good.” In and out he pumped, fucking her mouth good and hard. He could feel her spit dripping down on his balls, lubing his prick up. Vice groaned around him, hollowing her cheeks out. “Fuck yeah I’m gonna cum down your hot little throat! Swallow it all, pet.” He shoved in and out a couple more times, holding her head still until he spilled down her throat with a roar. She lapped it all up, sucking and licking up every last drop.
As the orgasm wound down, Dom looked down at her. She was beautiful. Her crystal sea eyes looked up at him. Her pouty swollen lips were irresistible. Without a second thought Dom pulled her up onto his lap and kissed her sweetly. “Mmm. Thank you, baby. That was…just wow. You are perfect in every way, Alexandria.”
“You’re pretty awesome yourself, hot stuff.” She rested her head against his chest, feeling her heart fall even harder. Feelings hadn’t been discussed. On one hand, she knew he cared about her, but did it go past sex? Could there be a relationship amidst the whips and chains? Before her mind whirled out of control and ruined the moment, Dom kissed her cheek sweetly.
“I want to be clear on one thing now,” Dom said seriously. Vice felt an invisible chokehold start to strangle her, scared where he was going. This is just sex. That has to be what he is going to say. Be prepared. I can do just sex. No strings…hot night love with no stress, no commitment. With work, it’s not like we have time for anything other than a romp here or there anyway. Okay, I can handle this. Just friends. As she talked herself into the inevitable, he continued. “As far as I’m concerned, you are mine, Alex. I haven’t ever had feelings for a woman the way I do you.”
Vice let out the breath she had been holding, unsure how much she should reveal. If she went all in, it might spook him. Could she confess what she knew was building? She waited, not knowing what to say. Thankfully he gave her more time, and continued. Whew.
“I spoke to the General this morning, and told him about us. From the Army’s standpoint, we aren’t breaking any rules. Our unit is all about breaking rules. I want you to move in with me. No more sneaking around, no more hiding.”
She let his words tumble around in her head trying to decode exactly what he was getting at. “So…you want to tell the guys? You know what it could mean, right?”
“Yep. I would have to step down and transfer to another unit if they weren’t game. I don’t see anyone having a problem with it, Alex. They are family. I’m sure they’ll be nothing but happy for us, that both hard asses of the unit found love. It’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
What the fuck!? Did he just say love? No…nope. Uh uh. No way no how. It was just too soon, right? Love. She hadn’t ever had the real love of a man. It hit all at once like a ton of bricks dropping onto her from ten foot above. Dear God. I’m in love with him.
Chapter Eleven
Times were changing at the ranch. With Alaina, Rock, and Maverick’s wedding less than four hours away, everyone was running frantic around doing last minute preparations. The backyard had been transformed into a magical wonderland, resembling the wedding scene off the movie Twilight. Alaina’s infatuation with that movie series and her love of nature flowed freely through all the décor. Moss covered logs that had tiny little violet flowers randomly growing off each one lined the isle. Weeping pale pink and white blossoms hung down from above, providing a raining canopy. Simple and elegant, it was an enchanted forest built just for them.
Only five short days prior, Dom had pulled a meeting and outed their relationship. Instead of the reluctance Vice had expected, a standing ovation from not just the soldiers, but Violet, Mrs. Sanders, Michael, and Vince were overly happy with their news. Most confessed that they were just counting down the time until she and Dom had figured it out and got together, which surprised her. It seemed to happen so fast…but yet, now it felt so right, that they could have been together years. Instead of her moving in with him, her cabin was the larger of the two, so he moved in with her. The third bedroom was turned into a permanent playroom, which she looked forward to each night. Instead of burning off pent up energy and anger at the gym, Dom took it out on her ass each night. Together, they filled in the holes each had, creating a solid foundation for their relationship to grow on.
Dom was off helping the men do the final setup of the reception equipment. As promised, the Triple Deuce boys had shown up and put in the man hours to make it perfect. They all showed up early enough to finish the major stuff and had turned the gym into a locker room for them all to dress in their Class As for the ceremony. Everything was breathtaking. A stage had been built for a live band that was playing, along with enough chairs for the Army. Literally. Besides Triple Deuce, two other entire units who caught wind of the legendary Rock and Maverick’s upcoming wedding had RSVP’d enthusiastically. The team had all been warned by a growing emotional Alaina that if any rubbers were blown up and tied in the trees or other pranks went down, she would have their asses. The General had put out a memo that if anyone upset her on her wedding day, she would be the one giving PT for the next month.
This seemed to intrigue them even more. Everyone wanted to meet the woman who tamed the two playboys’ wild ways. After they had everything in order, Dom headed home to allow the caterers space and time to do their thing.
Vice was slipping on her dress when he walked in. “Perfect timing!”
“There you are. Is everything going okay?”
“Yeah. The guys broke out the bottle of good shit already, but Bella confiscated it until after the ‘I do’s’. Joker wasn’t too happy, but whatever she whispered in his ear seemed to be bribe enough.” He snickered.
Vice giggled. “Womanly persuasion. Can you give me a hand?” She turned for him to zip her up.
“This is wrong.”
Vice’s eyes drew together as she cranked her neck to see what he was talking about. “What? The dress?”
“No. I should be unzipping this damn thing not zipping it up.” He grinned, earning a playful swat. He stepped closer behind facing the mirror. “You look fantastic.”
“Yeah? It isn’t too plain?”
“Hummm. Plain, you could never be. But, you are missing something.”
“What?” She looked over her reflection, scrunching up her eyebrows in confusion. Her hair was curled and half pulled up, which was quite a task until Bella had taken over and helped. Her makeup had been done by Violet. Her dress was handpicked by Vince. She still hadn’t slipped on her heels, but that was pretty much as good as it was gonna get. Only a few minutes before, she was pleased with the turnout. It had been since that first night he kissed her that she had a chance to doll up. Tonight, she felt like a woman. A loved, complete, sexy woman. Doubt started to twist her gut. Maybe the makeup w
as a bit much. Violet had opted for the smoky eye and red lipstick. She didn’t like it at first, but once it was all finished, she was in shock.
“This.” Something cold and metal slipped around her neck. When he pulled his hands away, it took her breath. Made from the finest platinum and sparkling blue green sapphires was a gorgeous choker. In the front dangled a little locked charm that adorned one big stone. It was gorgeous. He turned her to face him and smiled. For the first time in his life, Dom showed exactly what he was feeling. Moisture puddled in the corners of his eyes. Vice almost fainted.
“This is gorgeous, Jeremy. I don’t know what to say.”
“It doesn’t compare to you, baby. You are breathtaking. Do you know what this symbolizes?” he said softly.
“That I am yours,” she answered in a whisper.
Dom pulled a matching chain from under his shirt that a platinum key dangled from. Along the handle was a single turquoise sapphire.
“It means, that I want you and no other. I have waited a lifetime for you, Alexandria. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”
Vice almost fainted. Had she just heard correctly? He was proposing…the night of their friends’ wedding? It stunned her, but in the same sense she was so excited she couldn’t contain it. Both of her arms flew around his neck in an excited squeal. “Yes! Yes! I love you so much!”
“And I love you, pet. Now, get those hot little lips over here and kiss me like a good girl.” His sweet sincerity was irresistible. She stepped up on her tippy toes and laid one on him so good it took ten minutes to fix her smeared makeup afterwards. When she finally pulled away, she said, “Don’t you think we are moving kinda fast? I don’t want this to be ruined because of how fast we are going.”
“It won’t. The way our job is, everything is balls to the wall, baby. Why should our relationship be any different? It’s what we do. It’s how we are programed.”
It made sense. Everything in their life was full speed ahead. No guts, no glory. She loved him. He loved her. Wow. Just thinking it blew her away. That’s all that mattered.
Chapter Twelve
Everyone had been seated and the band started to play. The audience was so packed that extra benches and chairs had been brought in and extended outside the yard area and along the sides just to accommodate the community and the soldiers that attended. Because the wedding party would have included half of the guests, they opted to have Skyler be the ring bearer, with Heather and Lizzy both sprinkling baskets of lilac and white rose blossoms down the path that proceeded Alaina. The kids looked adorable. Both girls had matching dresses that swished when they walked. Their hair had been curled up and side swept where they bounced up and down with each movement. They walked up and stood with both Rock and Maverick. The grooms-to-be were sexy as sin decked out in their Army blues. Both men had racks of ribbons pinned on their chest grand enough all soldiers in attendance would be in envy.
“Look how perfect they look,” Vice whispered to Dom. Whether it be the perfect wedding, or the whole night of life altering romance around her, she was feeling overly emotional and into the moment.
Dom clasped his fingers with hers, smiling down. “Pet, the only perfection I see is you beside me.” He winked, dropping a sweet kiss along her cheek. He glanced back up as the band switched to the wedding march, pulling Vice closer.
Michael walked down the aisle with the gorgeous Alaina on his arm, smiling like a proud daddy. His black tux and cowboy hat drew attention from the females in the audience, but especially Mrs. Sanders. She watched him like he had hung the moon. It was so unreal at how true and real everyone in their group loved. Like their job, they put their whole heart into it.
Alaina was the blushing beautiful bride of the century. Her simple slip-like dress fell perfectly against her small frame, fanning out slightly at the bottom in a delicate train. Her hair was in a loose, wavy braid that was swept to the side, adorned with little flowers and crystals that glowed. She defined elegance.
The ceremony was just as enchanting as the ambiance. As the trio said their vows, there wasn’t a dry eye in the house. “I now pronounce you, husband, wife, and husband. You may kiss your bride, boys.” The preacher’s final words hung in the air while Rock and Maverick took turns kissing Alaina with more passion than the audience had ever witnessed. The flash of cameras went off like strobe lights, capturing the sealing moment of their future before the crowd went wild. Woops, hollers, catcalls, and yells drowned out the band, congratulating the happy new family as they took their first steps together as a married trio.
That night was the greatest party in the history of weddings. Given the guests’ reputations, it went wild. Dancing, drinking, eating, and togetherness. The true fundamentals of country living, mixed with the brotherhood of soldiers and family. Well into the early morning hours, the farm was buzzing. By the time Dom and Vice retired for the night, he had to carry her home. “Come on, sugar. Let’s get you to bed,” he cooed with her head resting on his chest. She was so delicate and fragile like this, and everything he could ever ask for.
The next week flew by. The farm was busy making plans for their upcoming vacation/honeymoon, which meant weaving through the piles and piles of confiscated evidence they had been procrastinating until after the wedding. Now they were down to the wire. Vacation or not, they had a job to do. Kodiak and Joker were busy pouring over the endless paper trail, trying to make heads or tails out of the half English, half Arabic poorly translated documents when Pop hollered from the other room. “Hey, I think you guys need to see this.”
“Whatcha got in there, Poppa Smurf?” Joker casually called out. His easygoing ways didn’t falter at even the most intense situations.
“I think I found what we’ve been looking for. Go get the others.”
“Roger. Be back in a minute.” Romeo rushed out of the room, returning shortly with Dom, Bud, and Rock. The others were busy searching the hard drives they had confiscated up at the main house. With so much to do, they had to spread out to have a bigger working area. Thankfully, the farm had all the room they needed.
“Whatcha got, Pops?” Rock said, propping his elbows on the back of Pop’s chair.
“Take a look at these. Tell me what they are.”
Rock took the small stack of papers and spread them out on the desk. The more he looked over them, the wider his eyes got. “Mother fucker. Has anyone else seen these?”
“No, you guys are the first.”
“Shit. Okay, we need a meeting now! This is…damn. I can’t believe it. I mean, I knew there was a possibility, but fuck.” Rock stammered in disbelief. Romeo and Dom scooted him out of the way to take a look. Their reaction was about the same.
“No one can know about this but us. Not the rest of the house. It can’t be spoken of on the phone or anywhere unsecure. This is huge.” He bundled up the papers and stacked them neatly. “Are there any more like this?”
“Yeah. I have piles sorted out for things by urgency. Here is the ‘what the fuck’ pile. This one is for names and agencies involved, or ‘who the fuck’. And this huge bastard is what I can only assume is things to come, aka ‘You’ve got to be fucking kidding me’. It’s hard to make heads or tails of some of it. I still am only a third of the way through the mess.” Pop handed each stack neatly to Dom, helping to gather the other remaining untouched files.
“Meeting time. Gather up the troops and have them all meet at the main house. I want the girls and Michael out of earshot. The less people that know about this, the better. If a single word gets out, it could be the difference between life and death to us all. I refuse to put our family in more danger than they already are. Bud, phone the General. ‘Remind’ him of his dinner date, but keep it casual. Meeting is at 1700.”
“Roger, I’m on it.” Bud spun on his heel, leaving with a purpose. They all knew the vitality of what the papers meant, but none had expected something of this caliber.
“Since you so delicately la
beled the piles, I think it only fitting that this one be the ‘oh fuck’ pile. Because, whew. Oh fuck how the hell are we supposed to fix this?” Juju plopped down in the chair beside Pop.
“Damn if I know. This is the one time we are going to go against our nature and actually follow protocol. The General is the only one we follow orders from as always. From the looks of things, we can’t trust anyone but ourselves.”
Michael opted to take Alaina, Violet, Vince, Mrs. Sanders, Bella, and the kids out shopping and to dinner to give the team privacy. With the flight for the ‘honeycation’ as they had nicknamed the vacation/honeymoon only three days away, there was still loads of preparing they needed to do. In less than three hours, they had purchased a new wardrobe for everyone and had moved on to the baby section. Michael had been a good sport and opted to take the kids to the park and on to get ice cream after the first huge purchase, leaving Vince to watch over the women and tend to the bags. With everything being right on Main Street, it was a nice walk with the grandkids. “So, Poppa. We need to make sure auntie Laina has a baby boy. How can we make sure the stork brings one and not another stinky girl like Lizzy and Heather?” Skyler asked, sitting beside Michael on the park bench.
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