Page 113 of PS: I Hate You
“Maddie.” Dom hisses my name with warning and need.
I let go of my hold, happy when he keeps his hands where I set them. Straightening as much as I can, I reach back and twine my arms around Dom’s neck until the hair on his chest teases the bare skin of my back.
In this position, each of his penetrations sends me up on my toes, and I love the powerful drive.
“You’re gonna make me come.” He growls the words against my ears as he thumbs my nipples.
“I could never make you do anything.” As breathless as my voice is, I still manage to taunt him.
The man moans, deep in his chest, and reaches down to press the heel of his hand against my clit, knowing I’m too sensitive for a direct touch. My pussy clenches in the shadow of an earlier orgasm, and that paired with an hour of erotic play finally sends Dom over the edge. He plunges deep before going rigid, gasping my name while his heavy hands hold me close.
As Dom comes down from the high, he whispers my name between kisses on my neck, his voice reverent.
It’s intoxicating.
And scary.
But I ignore the fear as Dom slips out of me. After tossing thecondom and cleaning up, we start to discuss real food. Only, our conversation is interrupted by an insistent, familiar pounding on my door.
“Maddie, I miss you!” The words sound clear even through the door. “I’m feeling needy. Pay attention to me!”
Fuck.
“Who is that?” Dom’s heavy eyes stay on me rather than glancing in the direction of the voice.
“Oh, that’s just my downstairs neighbor. Jeremy.” I slide off my stool, shivering at the leftover tenderness from Dom’s enthusiastic greeting.
“Maddie!” Jeremy wails dramatically, playing a game he refers to as “the scorned lover,” oblivious to the fact that I have company. Because I still haven’t told him about Dom. “We were so good together! We’re soulmates!”
Dom raises a single eyebrow, and I try not to cringe.
He’s joking. No reason to feel guilty.“He’s a really good friend,” I explain, wavering between admitting Jeremy and pretending I’m not home.
“Maddie, let me in.Please.I know I was vanilla when we were together, but I’ll go kinky for you. I will do anything in bed that you want me to. Anything at all!”
This time I can’t help the cringe, and once again err on the side of honesty. “Also, technically my ex. But he’sjoking.”
Too late. Dom is across the kitchen and wrenching open the door before I can explain the odd friendship dynamic Jeremy and I share.
“Maddie! When did you turn into a hot man?” My friend sounds perturbed on the other side of Dom’s wall of a body. “If I’d known you could do this, we would’ve lastedsomuch longer.”
I hurry to shove myself between Dom and my best friend, who is asking for a throwdown, whether he knows it or not.
“Hey, Jeremy. This is Dominic Perry. My, uh…”Crap, we haven’t talked about this. What is he? My death trip fuck buddy? Yeah, no…“My brother’s friend. Josh’s best friend.” Shit. From the way Dom tenses out of the corner of my eye, I get the sense he would’ve applied a different label. But which one? Is there any label in existence for what we are to each other?
Ignoring the way Jeremy’s eyes go comically wide, I continue the introduction. “Dom.” I reach behind me to pat his stomach in what I hope is a reassuring gesture. “This is Jeremy. One of my best friends.”
“You never mentioned him,” Dom says, voice noticeably emotionless.
With my eyes on Jeremy, I catch the flash of hurt in his face. But he covers it quickly with a jovial smile. “Not surprised. Maddie is a closed book until you earn her trust.” He steps in close and slings an arm around my shoulders before pressing a kiss against the side of my head.
A gesture Dom might not think is platonic.
This is getting out of hand. Why didn’t I just tell everyone about everyone beforehand?
Oh yeah, because I didn’t want my friends to know I was still messed up over a guy I liked as a teenager, and I didn’t want Dom to know about my life because up until North Dakota I fully expected him to walk out of it.
I back into my apartment, dragging Jeremy with me as I scramble for a way to fix this. When I turn to face Dom, I find his expression a cold mask.