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like a racehorse, but unless he could properly take a piss while executing a full handstand, he wouldn’t be able to accomplish that any time soon. Unlike morning wood, there was just nothing you could do with a full erection. Well, there were things you could do, but he just didn’t have the time to entertain those notions.
As he lay in bed, Domenic tried to think of something repugnant enough to deflate his raging erection. Unfortunately, he kept having flashbacks of that dream, which certainly didn’t help matters. Fucking hangover, fucking hard on, fucking desperate need to urinate. Fucking wonderful .
He managed to roll out of his bed and stagger to the bathroom. There was a trick an old roommate told him about that he had never tried, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He filled the sink with freezing cold water and then stuck his face in it. The idea was that the shock of the cold water would kill any lingering arousal. He pulled his head out of the water and swept his wet hair back from his forehead. Water went flowing down his chest, causing his nipples to pucker and gooseflesh to ripple along his upper body, but at least it deflated his erection.
His head still hurt like a son of a bitch, but two out of his three problems solved was better than none. As Domenic showered, he contemplated why twice in three days he had thought of Alexis during his more private moments. While he wasn’t immune to the calls of the flesh, it was still unlike him to fantasize, or dream, of a particular woman. And out of all the women he could choose from, why her?
It was frustrating almost to the point of madness that this inconsequential girl seemed to invoke odd reactions from him. He had spent the last few years closing himself off from people that he loved and not allowing anyone else in. What was happening now felt almost completely foreign. It would be one thing if this was just complete physical attraction—she was a beautiful girl, after all—but he suspected that wasn’t the case. He was constantly surrounded by scantily clad, gorgeous women, yet none of them held any appeal for him at all.
So, what was it about this scrappy, sharp-tongued girl that captured his attention? Her attitude was at such odds with what he expected of her, considering the fact she was being held captive and knew it was not likely she would live. Most people would have become cowed or despondent, but she hadn’t—in fact she seemed even more willing to fight. Brave? Or stupid? He wasn’t quite sure but was thinking the former.
Stepping out of the shower, Domenic grabbed a towel and dried off. He decided to go see the girl again. He tried to convince himself it was to check up on Marco and Vince, but a sniggering voice in the back of his mind accused him of having ulterior motives. When he tried the excuse that he just wanted to make sure her clothes fit, the voice didn’t believe that either.
Domenic fought with himself like this, back and forth, but found himself parked behind the warehouse barely an hour later. He stayed in the car with his hands on the wheel, cursing and willing himself to leave. Apparently, willpower was no longer his forte either. He had been leading a very regimented and structured life for the last five years, but all of that seemed to be going right out the window.
I’ll just go in and check on those idiots .
He got out of his car and walked briskly toward the warehouse. Luckily for Marco and Vince, they were both present in the large room. Domenic glared at them for a moment while crossing his arms over his chest. Vince seemed oblivious, but Marco matched his expression.
“What are you doing here, Domenic?” Marco asked testily.
“None of your fucking business, maggot.” He watched in anticipation as Marco’s fingers twitched toward his gun. Try it asshole, I’d love a chance to put a bullet in your head. “How’s the girl?”
“How the fuck are we supposed to know?” Marco
As he lay in bed, Domenic tried to think of something repugnant enough to deflate his raging erection. Unfortunately, he kept having flashbacks of that dream, which certainly didn’t help matters. Fucking hangover, fucking hard on, fucking desperate need to urinate. Fucking wonderful .
He managed to roll out of his bed and stagger to the bathroom. There was a trick an old roommate told him about that he had never tried, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He filled the sink with freezing cold water and then stuck his face in it. The idea was that the shock of the cold water would kill any lingering arousal. He pulled his head out of the water and swept his wet hair back from his forehead. Water went flowing down his chest, causing his nipples to pucker and gooseflesh to ripple along his upper body, but at least it deflated his erection.
His head still hurt like a son of a bitch, but two out of his three problems solved was better than none. As Domenic showered, he contemplated why twice in three days he had thought of Alexis during his more private moments. While he wasn’t immune to the calls of the flesh, it was still unlike him to fantasize, or dream, of a particular woman. And out of all the women he could choose from, why her?
It was frustrating almost to the point of madness that this inconsequential girl seemed to invoke odd reactions from him. He had spent the last few years closing himself off from people that he loved and not allowing anyone else in. What was happening now felt almost completely foreign. It would be one thing if this was just complete physical attraction—she was a beautiful girl, after all—but he suspected that wasn’t the case. He was constantly surrounded by scantily clad, gorgeous women, yet none of them held any appeal for him at all.
So, what was it about this scrappy, sharp-tongued girl that captured his attention? Her attitude was at such odds with what he expected of her, considering the fact she was being held captive and knew it was not likely she would live. Most people would have become cowed or despondent, but she hadn’t—in fact she seemed even more willing to fight. Brave? Or stupid? He wasn’t quite sure but was thinking the former.
Stepping out of the shower, Domenic grabbed a towel and dried off. He decided to go see the girl again. He tried to convince himself it was to check up on Marco and Vince, but a sniggering voice in the back of his mind accused him of having ulterior motives. When he tried the excuse that he just wanted to make sure her clothes fit, the voice didn’t believe that either.
Domenic fought with himself like this, back and forth, but found himself parked behind the warehouse barely an hour later. He stayed in the car with his hands on the wheel, cursing and willing himself to leave. Apparently, willpower was no longer his forte either. He had been leading a very regimented and structured life for the last five years, but all of that seemed to be going right out the window.
I’ll just go in and check on those idiots .
He got out of his car and walked briskly toward the warehouse. Luckily for Marco and Vince, they were both present in the large room. Domenic glared at them for a moment while crossing his arms over his chest. Vince seemed oblivious, but Marco matched his expression.
“What are you doing here, Domenic?” Marco asked testily.
“None of your fucking business, maggot.” He watched in anticipation as Marco’s fingers twitched toward his gun. Try it asshole, I’d love a chance to put a bullet in your head. “How’s the girl?”
“How the fuck are we supposed to know?” Marco
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