Page 13 of Shattered Love
Kissing my lips quickly. “Okay, baby. First thing, Alexander is a fucking dick for not telling you I was okay. That should have been the first thing that fucking idiot told you.”
My eyes glass over as I remember Alexander at the door. “I knew something was wrong before I even opened the door—I felt it.”
Pulling me to his side, kissing my hair. “I’m so fucking sorry, beautiful. If that was you…” His whole body shudders before pulling me tighter against him.
“Seeing Mac…baby, I wish I could take it away. That shit should never touch you. I’m sorry I let it get so close. I should have been there waiting on you, baby.”
I shake my head. “ You had just been shot.” I close my eyes. “You were hurt.”
Rubbing my back, soothing me. “It’s a fucking flesh wound. I’ve had bigger paper cuts, baby, and you know it. The only reason I was back there was because I hit my damn head and the stupid doctors wouldn’t stop fussing. I missed you by seconds. If I had known Alexander hadn’t told you that I was okay, I would have been waiting at the door, baby.” Dominic turns my face to his.
I suck in a shaky breath when I see the look in his eyes.
“I heard you scream my name, baby. I knew something was wrong, so fucking wrong, I’ll never forget that scream. It will haunt me forever. God, when I saw you on the floor and the look in your eyes…I’ve never been scared in my life, but you scared me. I have never seen someone so beautiful so broken.”
I search his face. “It’s because I love you so damn much, Dominic. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, just for a second, to see the man I love.”
Dominic lifts my chin. Staring into my eyes. “I’m trying, beautiful.”
“Good, because he’s the greatest man I know and the thought of losing him nearly killed me. He should know every day how much I love him.”
He grabs the back of my neck, taking my lips in a kiss. It’s urgent, as if needing to prove something. Breaking away, looking at me in the eyes. His shoulders sag, as he can’t find what he’s looking for.
He grabs my face. “Baby, what happened to Devon is horrible, but you have no reason to feel guilty. You didn’t pull that trigger, baby.”
I open my mouth to speak but he places a finger against my lips.
“You’re feeling guilty for still having me. You don’t think Devon’s family are doing the same, wishing it was Mac or me that got shot and asking the same Gods, that you swear saved me, why they took him? You don’t think I’m not asking those same questions? Why a man like me would get spared when a great man like Devon was killed?”
I hit his chest as anger consumes me. “Don’t you dare think that! Don’t you dare ask those questions! Don’t you dare say you didn’t deserve to live. Don’t you dare.”
Grabbing my wrist gently. “Then, don’t you dare. It’s okay to be sad, Avery. It’s okay to be mad. But don’t feel guilty over something you had no control over. That guilt will eat you up until there is nothing left.”
I’m panting, and the anger is still alive, but somehow Dominic’s words come through, hitting their target with a direct hit.
I slam my lips down on his and he doesn’t hesitate, pulling me closer as he takes control. This is what I need. I need Dominic. Always Dominic.
Pinning my arms above my head, looking down at me. His free hands pull the rest of the blankets off. Growling when he spots the wet patch on my panties and using his thumb, he draws lazy circles, causing my hips to buck.“So fucking beautiful.” He slowly removes my panties his eyes never leaving mine, so full of want, desire. Kissing my ankle making his way up my legs, my stomach clenches.
My back bows as the first contact of tongue I grab the sheets twisting as he laps at me like I’m his favorite meal, my stomach quivering in pleasure.
“Look at me. Give those eyes.” My eyes flutter open as I look into his eyes the same time his teeth graze my nub, I completely break apart under his touch.
* * *
I wakea few hours late my stomach rumble. I can’t remember the last time I ate a proper meal.
I walk downstairs and watch as Dominic flips the eggs. For the first time in over a week, I feel like I can breathe again. I have no doubt that it’s Dominic who got me there. He’s the glue that holds me together.
I walk over to him, slipping my arms around his waist and kissing his bare back. “Hey baby.”
His shoulders tense slightly as he places the fork down before turning toward me. Looking at the floor, frowning.
I rub his arms. “Hey, what’s up?”
slowly lifting his eyes to mine. When he does, they widen. He grips my chin slightly, studying my eyes again. This time, a smile breaks out across his face. Not just any smile, but a smile so wide and so rare, it’s like a blue moon.
Picking me up, swinging me around and peppering kisses all over my face, making me giggle. He smiles down on me. Cooper barks and dances around our feet.
