The London Sisters: The Complete Series: Bonus Content Edition

by Abby Brooks

  Maybe it’s the liquor. Maybe it’s the atmosphere. Maybe it says something about my sexuality, but the thought of watching Dominic watching some other woman dance for him, watching him get all hot and bothered, well, for whatever reason, right now, that has me getting all hot and bothered.

  “You sure?” I ask him, licking my lips. “You don’t even kind of want to hire a stripper?”

  His eyes go wide. “Are you telling me you’re cool with me hiring a stripper?”

  I blush but don’t look away. “Maybe.”

  “You are officially the coolest chick I know.” He shakes his head and shoves his hands in his back pockets. “I mean, you already held that title, but it’s now completely official.”

  “Is that a yes? You want to ask her to get the binder out?” And of course, now that I’ve been proclaimed Coolest Chick Ever, I’m suddenly terrified at the thought of having another woman in the room with us. Even if she’s not going to do anything but perform her little striptease and then leave me with my riled up man.

  But…

  What if she’s hot? What if he wants her more than he wants me? What if, oh God! What if I think I’m signing up for a simple striptease and he thinks I’m signing up for a threesome?

  “No way,” says Dominic, draping his arm around my shoulder and pressing a kiss onto the top of my head. “I only have eyes for one woman. Dakota London. The future Mrs. Dominic Kane.”

  Chapter Three

  Thankfully, our driver returns with our bags so I have a way to cover my complete and utter relief over the fact that we’re not hiring a stripper tonight. What the hell was I thinking? Dominic tips her and thanks her while I stare out at the sea of lights and people around me. I can’t believe I’m here.

  “Ready?” asks Dominic as our driver hops in the limo and pulls away.

  “Hell yes, I’m ready.” I have no idea what time it is because we just crossed three time zones, but I do know it’s late and I should be tired. I’m not. I’m a little tipsy, but totally wired and sleep is the last thing on my mind.

  We head inside and there’s no way I look even remotely cultured or graceful right now. I’m staring, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. Just standing still in the middle of the entry, looking very much like the country bumpkin that I am.

  “Wow.” I mouth the word to Dominic and he places his hand on the small of my back and leads me to the check-in desk. As soon as they learn who we are, they jump into high alert mode, yes-sirring him and acting like he’s the highest roller of all high rollers ever. The way they’re fawning over us catches the attention of the other people checking in and people keep staring. I do love an audience so, of course, I perk up. Stand a little straighter. Smile a little brighter.

  They usher us straight out of the general check-in area because apparently, we were supposed to check-in at the Chairman’s Lounge for a private welcome experience. Whatever that means. A bellboy takes our bags and we’re whisked away into an exquisite room where they offer us drinks and delicacies while they finish getting us registered. I try very hard to act like this is all part of what I’m used to. Try to take it all in stride the way Dominic is.

  He flashes that smile around like this is just how he lives, charming every person he comes in contact with. Before I know it, we’re upstairs. In the goddamn Bellagio penthouse. I mean, really. Whose life is this? Surely not mine.

  “I take it all back,” I say as soon as the bellboy leaves. I stand in the middle of the living area of the penthouse and spin in a slow circle. “I know I said that this wasn’t very us, but who wouldn’t enjoy this? I mean, what the hell? Who would have thought I’d ever in my whole life get to do something like this? I fling open the curtains and gasp at the skyline and spectacular view of the fountains below us.

  We wander through the rooms, exclaiming at everything we see, from the massive marbled bathroom with the walk-in shower, to the dining area, to the master bedroom with the king-sized bed and more windows that look out onto the fountain.

  “It’s something, isn’t it?” Dominic flops down on the bed and I follow suit.

  “It is. It really, really is.” I roll over and prop myself up on my elbow, staring down at him. “So, when do we get married?”

  Dominic presses up onto his elbows and stares at me. “First things first. Why aren’t you naked yet?”

  Finally.

  Biting my lip, I stand up off the bed and pull my shirt over my head and let it drop to the floor.

  “Continue,” says Dominic, gesturing towards my shorts, his eyes dark and hooded with lust.

  Slowly, so painstakingly slow I don’t even know if I have enough patience for it right now, I undo the button and slide down the zipper. I hook my fingers in the waistband and pull down, exposing my white lace panties. He made me wait in the limo, he can damn well suffer through a taste of his own medicine. Wriggling my hips from side to side, I slide my shorts off and let them fall. Step out of them and kick them aside.

  “Holy fuck. Are you really mine?” Dominic asks.

  “All yours.”

  “Spin for me. Let me see you.”

  I do as he says, turning in a slow circle, lifting my hair up over my head and letting it cascade back down into place. “So, are you going to show me just how yours I am? Claim me, Dominic. Tell me what to do.”

  His eyes go hard. He loves ordering me around. Well, who am I kidding? I love it just as much as he does. “You still haven’t done the first thing I told you to do.”

  I scrunch up my brow, honestly confused. “I don’t think you told me to do anything, yet.”

  “The order was implied, Dakota. But it was there.” The tone in his voice is so demanding, so in control, so fucking hot I can’t believe I have dissolved right here and now. I’m so turned on, he could just touch me and I’ll come.

  I know he wants me to take my bra and panties off, but I still feel like being a bad girl. I bite my lip and make my best pouty face. “I don’t know what you mean.”

  A slow smile works its way across Dominic’s face and he stands. A tiger stalking its prey. Smooth. Predatory. Focused. “You know very well what I mean.” He stands so close to me I have to look almost straight up to meet his eyes. His fingers graze my shoulders, his touch so light I shiver, and then he pulls up on my bra strap, letting it slap back into place. “Why aren’t you naked yet? In other words, get fucking naked.”

  I quiver. Holy shit the way he looks at me. The way he talks to me. It’s absolutely the best thing ever. To think we’ll get to spend all of our nights like this, exploring new places, me following his orders, him bringing me ecstasy like I’ve never known before. It makes me smile.

  He steps back. “Is this funny to you?” His tone is scathing.

  “No,” I say, smiling even bigger than before. “I’m just happy.”

  And for one split second, gone is the dominant man who likes to order me around and it’s just Dominic, smiling as big as I am. “Me too.” He picks me up and lays me down on the bed, ever so gentle. Helps me sit up while he unhooks my bra and tosses it aside and then slides my panties down over my hips. “Let me show you how much.”

  He kneels at the foot of the bed, grasps my ankles, and pulls me towards him, positioning one of my legs over his shoulder. My hair streams out behind me and I shriek in surprise at the sudden, aggressive movement. And then he lowers his mouth to me and I sigh, melting into the bed. He works slowly, licking and kissing and sucking, while I moan and pant, arching my back. Writhing at his touch.

  I missed this. I missed him. No one has ever touched me like he does. No one has ever known just how and where and why to put their hands on me. Just another way to prove that I am made for him and he is made for me. I love him so much it hurts. Fills me with this feeling is just so important, I have to find a way to express it and yet, there’s no way to express it that doesn’t fall short somehow. All the words I find seem flat in comparison to how I really feel. All the gestures seem lacking. I wish I could show h
im, show the world, what it means to me. This love I have for this man.

  He slides his fingers inside me and that’s it. I can’t take any more. The emotions swirling inside me. The drinks. The excitement. The knowledge that he came back for me. That he couldn’t face a life without me any more than I could face a life without him. The amazing things he’s doing to me with his mouth and fingers. They all combine into this burst of emotions and my muscles clench and my toes point and little starbursts of light dance in front of my eyes as they roll back in my head. I scream in ecstasy. There’s no way I could hold it in.

  As the orgasm subsides and I catch my breath, I realize that I’m nowhere near sated. That as good as that felt, I haven’t gotten what I need yet. “I want you inside me,” I say, my voice low.

  “I just was inside you.” Dominic wipes a hand across his mouth.

  “You know what I mean.”

  I had intended to get down on my knees in front of him and repay him for what he just did, but I can’t. I’m too greedy. I want him on top of me, inside me, part of me. I need the connection of the two of us moving together. I push up on my elbows and then scramble to me knees. I tug his shirt over his head and then, after he stands, go to work undoing his pants. Wouldn’t you know, my hands are shaking and I just fumble with the buttons.

  “Let me,” he says and I do.

  I let my eyes devour him as he steps out of his pants and boxer briefs. Those long, strong arms. The swirling tattoos. The broad chest and chiseled abs. That gorgeous V at his hips that leads my eyes right down to his truly magnificent and utterly magic penis. It’s a beautiful thing, capable of giving me so much pleasure.

  “I’m on the pill.” I remind him, needing there to be nothing between us tonight. He’s going to be my husband for fuck’s sake. And I will be Mrs. Dominic Kane. There’s no need for a damn condom. I wait for him to hesitate, but he doesn’t. Just smiles down at me as he climbs over top of me.

  He presses his crown against me, his eyes holding mine captive. He slides just the tip into me and freezes as we both gasp in unison.

  “You feel so good,” he says at the same time I say “Don’t stop.”

  He pushes forward, sliding all the way in and we moan. Our voices mingling and joining, a chorus of pleasure. He freezes again and I clench around him, only to cry out as he rolls his hips, pushing himself further into me. I’ll take all he has to give. The pleasure that dances on the edge of pain. When he starts moving, he builds speed quickly, slamming into me again and again. He leans down, his hands on either side of my head.

  “I love you, Dakota,” he says. “I love you so fucking much.”

  “Dominic,” I moan, unable to come close to being coherent.

  “You are mine.” Dominic bites my shoulder and I come, another series of starbursts exploding behind my closed eyes. It’s only a few seconds before he comes too, and I can feel it inside me, warm. So intimate. He stills and lets his head drop, his forehead pressed to mine. “Mine,” he whispers.

  “Forever,” I reply, my voice hushed, hoping he can hear how much I mean it.

  Chapter Four

  We lay like that for some time, curled up together on the massive bed in the massive master suite. It’s hard to believe that some people just live like this all the time. Huge rooms and luxurious surroundings. I certainly never thought I’d get to be one of those people. Dominic has already so many wonderful experiences into my life, never mind the fact that he’s pretty much the most wonderful experience of them all.

  “I have an idea,” he says after a while.

  “Oh, yeah? Hit me with it.”

  “Let’s do the Elvis thing. I mean, how hilarious is that? Could you just imagine the response to those wedding pics?”

  I run my hand up onto his chest, savoring the feel of his chest hair threading through my fingers. The strong muscles under the soft skin. “Yeah, but what about the Bellagio stuff? We’d have to give up the room.” And, now that I think about it, all the pampering does sound kind of nice. I mean, I’ve never worked with a stylist before. And isn’t my life with Dominic all about living life to the fullest?

  “We’ll do both.” Dominic runs his fingers through my hair. “You know, elope.”

  I can’t help but laugh. “Elope while eloping. Sounds just crazy enough to work.”

  “We’ll have two weddings.” He’s getting excited now. I can hear it in his voice. “We’ll do the big fancy stuff tomorrow. That’ll be the one we share on Instagram, YouTube, and the blog. And truthfully, the blog is in serious need of content and a big, fat, Bellagio wedding will be a great start. You’re going to need to start getting that nose to the grindstone and getting content up if that things going to take off. I can only carry you so far, you know.”

  I push up on my elbow and give his shoulder a shove. “Just wait, Kane. Before you know it, I’ll be the one carrying you.”

  “I hope so, babe. I really do.”

  The look in his eyes melts me. “Two weddings, huh?” I’m really starting to love the idea.

  “Yep. One for everyone else, and one just for us. All the pics for the Elvis wedding? Those will be the ones that matter to us.”

  “They’ll both matter. Because, if you think about it, they represent different aspects of our life together. The Bellagio wedding signifies how we make our living and the Elvis wedding signifies who we really are. The more I think about it, the better it gets.”

  Dominic pulls me into his arms, my head pressed to his chest. I can hear the rush of his breath in his lungs and the pounding of his heart and am awash in gratitude for those simple sounds. The sounds that mean he is alive and well and so totally mine it obliterates all other things. I yawn into his chest, not even bothering to stifle it. It’s been one hell of a day.

  “Are you ready for bed?” he asks.

  “What time is it?” I sit up and check the clock on the bedside table. “Eleven,” I murmur. “Which means my internal clock thinks it’s two in the morning. No wonder I have the yawns.”

  “Let’s get you into bed, then. We have a big day and an early morning. And, you know, a wedding.” Dominic makes a move to pull me up off the bed, surely with the thought of brushing teeth, finding pajamas, and curling up together to fall asleep.

  “How long are we here?” I ask as he gets me into a standing position, raking his eyes down my body and smiling appreciatively.

  “Just the weekend.” He drags his fingers down my arms, eyes lingering on my breasts and hips. “Have I mentioned how beautiful you are?”

  “A couple times.” I place both my palms on his chest and look up at him. “But that doesn’t mean I’m tired of hearing it.”

  “Good. Because I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of saying it.”

  I step back. “You know what? I don’t care if we don’t sleep all weekend. If we only have two more days here, I want to experience all the things Vegas has to offer. With you. That’s the important thing. Experience it all with you.”

  “That’s my girl.” He drops a kiss onto my forehead. “Let’s get dressed.”

  We wander through the suite stark naked. It’s the first time I’ve ever been comfortable enough to just walk around anywhere without my clothes on, but Dominic seems more than okay with it. And with a body like that, who wouldn’t be? He’s so gorgeous, I can’t believe he’s mine.

  We grab our bags and wheel them into the master bedroom. “Who packed for me?” I ask, suddenly aware that I have no idea what kind of surprises are in store for me outfit wise.

  “Your sisters.” He pauses. “Hey, you want a shower? We could save water by taking one together.”

  “I think if we get in there together, we will most certainly not be saving water.” I bite my lip as a surge of lust dances through my body. Yes, I very much want to take a shower with him.

  “Fine by me,” he says and takes my arm, leading me into the bathroom.

  ****

  About half an hour later, we turn off the water
. My legs are weak and my makeup is a mess, but I did manage to get down on my knees and drive him crazy before he gave me my third and fourth orgasm of the evening. I mean seriously. How did I ever live without Dominic in my life making me feel this good?

  Wrapped in towels, we pull clothes out of our bags. Dominic gets dressed while I survey my options which are a little schizophrenic, to say the least.

  “You said my sisters packed for me?” I ask.

  “Yep. And neither one seemed too confident with the other’s choices.”

  I hold up a slinky black dress—a little on the slutty side—and a pair of my most expensive heels, also black with just a hint of red on the underside. “Maya picked the dress and Chelsea picked the shoes. I can guarantee it.”

  “Whoever picked it, I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off you once you’re in it.”

  I also find some new lingerie, gifts from my sisters. It’s clearly expensive and not at all practical. A white corset with sheer black lace and ribbons zig-zagging up the sides which barely hold the thing together. Trying to hide it in my hands so Dominic won’t find it until later, I head off into the bathroom to get ready.

  I blow out my hair and leave it long and full. Swipe on some eyeliner and mascara, a little light shadow, trying to keep my makeup tasteful to offset the message my dress is sending.

  When I step out of the bathroom, Dominic and I are equally wowed by the sight of each other. He’s wearing a crisp button down tucked into a pair of black slacks. The cuffs of his shirt are rolled up to just below his elbows, and the top few buttons are undone. He looks damn good.

  Dominic growls and pulls me into his arms. “I’m going to have to fend off all the entire male population of Las Vegas. Hell, probably half the female population, too.”

  “You look pretty delectable yourself, Kane.” I stifle another yawn. It’s verging on midnight here and three a.m. in my body, but there is no way I’m going to sleep when there is living to be done. “You wanna grab a Rockstar or a Monster or something before we leave? I could seriously use the caffeine.”