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Dominic has set me up in. A suite that has three bedrooms, for heaven’s sake. Still, I’m not complaining too much. The master bathroom had a Jacuzzi and I’m looking forward to soaking in it. It’s large enough for the three of us, in fact. Hmm.
“Fucking Wagner,” he swears. “He’s good at hiding,” he adds as an explanation to me. “He used to sell fake IDs to teenagers for a while, so he can craft himself a new identity. He can’t stay concealed forever, but each day Noah spends with him, it makes me so afraid…” His voice trails off and he resumes pacing.
I get up and go to him, putting my arms around his waist and drawing him close. “Carter,” I try to calm him, “Ed seemed clean yesterday. You said he wasn’t using, right?”
Dominic’s stretched out on a leather recliner. His eyes follow us but he doesn’t interrupt.
Carter shakes his head. “As best I know, no. He’s clean. ”
“And do you think Noah’s in danger?”
“No,” he says reluctantly. “I can’t stand Wagner’s guts, but when he’s clean, he’s not a horrible person.”
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T here’s a small smile on Dominic’s face, but I ignore him. Our conversation earlier has made me skittish. I don’t want to hear how Dominic can’t stop thinking about me, because the instant I start believing it, things will change. Dominic will morph into a jerk and he will hurt me. As will Carter. That’s my superpower, and it’s not a good one.
Yet Dominic’s words play through my head, and a thrill passes through me each time I remember them. The questions he’s asked terrify me. Did I get along with my parents? Would they be okay with their daughter in such an unconventional relationship?
These are the kinds of questions that somebody who was serious about me would ask. None of my boyfriends in Manhattan have ever wondered about my family, short of noting that I was ‘exotic’ . None of them have demonstrated a desire to be involved with me.
If I could isolate the stupid, hopeful part of my brain that thinks that maybe these are the guys who will be the ones who are honest with me, I’d have it surgically removed.
Two simple questions, and I’m thrown into a tailspin. Damn it. My heart’s been through the wringer, time and time again. I don’t want to be vulnerable. Each time I heal from a betrayal, I feel more brittle, more damaged. Less trusting. I need to keep aloof to survive.
This thing between us, it’s just sex, I tell myself, because I cannot allow myself to believe that it is more. We are all under a lot of stress, and these heightened emotions are the natural result. Nothing can come of this.
So to ward off my concerns, to pretend to myself that my heart doesn’t flutter each time they gaze into my eyes, I initiate sex. When Carter kisses each finger of my hand slowly, I assure myself that there’s no impact. When Dominic kneels in front of me and peels down my skirt and then my panties, I tell myself that I feel nothing, even as his fingers and mouth pay homage to each inch of revealed skin. They are just really good at arousing me, I promise myself, as I run my fingers through Dominic’s hair and pull his face closer to my pussy.
Just sex.
But I’m lying to myself. The heightened emotions might be a result of the turmoil we are all in, but I still feel them. My voice screams out Dominic’s name as he makes me come. I moan pleas to Carter as his fingers circle my asshole, lubricating it for his cock.
Dominic urges me onto his lap and I lower myself onto his hard steel. His eyes are hazy with lust; his lips moan my name. Carter carefully positions himself at my anus, and my tight bud yields to his gentle push. When we rock against each other, three people becoming one, our need twining us together and holding us tight, I remind myself that this is a temporary fling, nothing more. Soon, I’ll find Noah, and I’ll have enough money to pay off Sammy, and I can get back to my life in Manhattan.
My
“Fucking Wagner,” he swears. “He’s good at hiding,” he adds as an explanation to me. “He used to sell fake IDs to teenagers for a while, so he can craft himself a new identity. He can’t stay concealed forever, but each day Noah spends with him, it makes me so afraid…” His voice trails off and he resumes pacing.
I get up and go to him, putting my arms around his waist and drawing him close. “Carter,” I try to calm him, “Ed seemed clean yesterday. You said he wasn’t using, right?”
Dominic’s stretched out on a leather recliner. His eyes follow us but he doesn’t interrupt.
Carter shakes his head. “As best I know, no. He’s clean. ”
“And do you think Noah’s in danger?”
“No,” he says reluctantly. “I can’t stand Wagner’s guts, but when he’s clean, he’s not a horrible person.”
----
T here’s a small smile on Dominic’s face, but I ignore him. Our conversation earlier has made me skittish. I don’t want to hear how Dominic can’t stop thinking about me, because the instant I start believing it, things will change. Dominic will morph into a jerk and he will hurt me. As will Carter. That’s my superpower, and it’s not a good one.
Yet Dominic’s words play through my head, and a thrill passes through me each time I remember them. The questions he’s asked terrify me. Did I get along with my parents? Would they be okay with their daughter in such an unconventional relationship?
These are the kinds of questions that somebody who was serious about me would ask. None of my boyfriends in Manhattan have ever wondered about my family, short of noting that I was ‘exotic’ . None of them have demonstrated a desire to be involved with me.
If I could isolate the stupid, hopeful part of my brain that thinks that maybe these are the guys who will be the ones who are honest with me, I’d have it surgically removed.
Two simple questions, and I’m thrown into a tailspin. Damn it. My heart’s been through the wringer, time and time again. I don’t want to be vulnerable. Each time I heal from a betrayal, I feel more brittle, more damaged. Less trusting. I need to keep aloof to survive.
This thing between us, it’s just sex, I tell myself, because I cannot allow myself to believe that it is more. We are all under a lot of stress, and these heightened emotions are the natural result. Nothing can come of this.
So to ward off my concerns, to pretend to myself that my heart doesn’t flutter each time they gaze into my eyes, I initiate sex. When Carter kisses each finger of my hand slowly, I assure myself that there’s no impact. When Dominic kneels in front of me and peels down my skirt and then my panties, I tell myself that I feel nothing, even as his fingers and mouth pay homage to each inch of revealed skin. They are just really good at arousing me, I promise myself, as I run my fingers through Dominic’s hair and pull his face closer to my pussy.
Just sex.
But I’m lying to myself. The heightened emotions might be a result of the turmoil we are all in, but I still feel them. My voice screams out Dominic’s name as he makes me come. I moan pleas to Carter as his fingers circle my asshole, lubricating it for his cock.
Dominic urges me onto his lap and I lower myself onto his hard steel. His eyes are hazy with lust; his lips moan my name. Carter carefully positions himself at my anus, and my tight bud yields to his gentle push. When we rock against each other, three people becoming one, our need twining us together and holding us tight, I remind myself that this is a temporary fling, nothing more. Soon, I’ll find Noah, and I’ll have enough money to pay off Sammy, and I can get back to my life in Manhattan.
My
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