DOMINIC
I didn't expect to wake up alone.
To say I was disappointed would be an understatement. I wanted to roll over to my side and slide into her warm pussy, but the empty space beside me diminished that thought instantly.
For a second, I was hoping that she had gotten up to use the bathroom or anything of the sort, but the house was dead quiet, and the sheets felt cold. I was more annoyed than upset, and I breathed out exasperatedly, letting my face fall back onto the pillow. Of course, she would leave. I don't know why I was surprised.
I glanced at the clock on my bedside table, 9:15am. There was a small note resting on the black machine and I shot up from the mattress to quickly grab it.
*You are the shittiest sleeper ever. Your side is your side for a reason, Dominic. Stay on it. I'm kidding. I don't mind. I just got shit to do, but come over whenever you want, and I'll give you a fat kiss to make up for it.*
The smile that formed on my tired face was fucking embarrassing and my dick twitched against my thigh. I looked down at my naked body and all I could think of was Caitlin's beautiful eyes as she sucked the life out of me. Literally.
I had to remember to let her know how ugly her handwriting is.
With a loud yawn, I rubbed my eyes with both fists. I wasn't an early riser, quite the opposite, but that specific morning, I felt a little bit more hyper, and a certain brunette was the sole reason. I got out of bed, neatly made it up, and proceeded to get ready for the day.
Yurik didn't come home, as usual.
An hour later, I was stepping out of my front door, ready to face the dozen responsibilities that lay ahead of me.
Just as I opened the door, Natalia was standing there with a flirtatious smirk. She wore a trench coat, hiding what I knew was underneath. Her light honey brown hair framed her sharp features and I could see her blue eyes already mentally fucking me. I crossed my arms and looked at her expectantly.
"What? No morning kiss?" She asked, pouting her pink lips, and I sighed, leaning forward.
"Get the fuck off my property," I whispered in her face, not in the mood for her. She gasped, taken aback by my bluntness. She shouldn't be. I had ended things with her a while ago, way before I met Caitlin but there she was, standing in front of me with the strap from her red bra peeking through the coat.
"What's wrong with you, Nick? You love morning sex." She whined and placed her palms on my chest. I frowned at the awful nickname. Suddenly, *Domo* didn't seem that bad.
"Nothing is wrong and don't call me that." I pushed past her and closed the door behind me, locking it. I felt her hands on my shoulders, and I gritted my teeth, spinning around to push them away from me. Natalia was a small woman, but her confidence was through the charts; it was probably why I liked her in the first place, but right now it was just annoying.
"Stop it." I snapped.
"You're hot when you're mad. Why don't you take all that anger out on my pussy?" She smirked and reached down to grab my dick but I gripped her wrist just as her fingers grazed my zipper. Who the fuck does this woman think she is?
"You're testing my patience, Natalia. Maybe I should take my anger out on this wrist of yours?" I asked, looking at her grimacing face. Whimpers left her parted lips as she tried escaping my vice-grip hold.
"You're hurting me!" She gasped.
"And you're irritating me. Don't touch me again." I said throwing her hand away from me. Natalia scowled rubbing her aching wrist, a red mark already beginning to form. I didn't want to hurt her but she needed to get a hint and leave me alone. I walked past her and headed to the driveway where my Audi was parked.
"I took a taxi all the way over here and this is how you're treating me." Her voice saddened but guilt failed to find its way to me. I ignored her and climbed into the driver's seat, shutting the door after me. As soon as I started the car, Natalia was entering the passenger's side and I looked at her disbelievingly. The sheer audacity.
"Get the fuck out." I was fed up. I pulled my gun out, pointing it at her head. She wasn't Caitlin, I wouldn't hesitate to shoot her in the fucking face if she continued to try me but I was worried about my car, the mess would be terrible.
"Fine! All men are the fucking same!" She shouted, hurrying out, and I gave her a look when she tried to slam my door. She stopped just in time before gently closing it. I sped away, not sparing her another glance.
***
It wasn't until later that night when I was finally parking in the lot outside of Caitlin's apartment. My duties kept me busy the entire day - everything ranging from interrogation to the planning of intercepting the location Lucas had given Caitlin.
I would love to believe my jealousy was irrational, but just the thought of her touching any man besides me made me want to set my claim on her.
A familiar man walked past me and I narrowed my eyes at him.
*Why are so many people trying to get me today? Can I just fucking live?*
I jumped out of the car and followed behind Blake. His hands were stuffed into his jeans pockets and he hadn't noticed me yet. He was about to. Just as he rounded the corner, I caught him off guard shoving him against the wall and pressing my forearm against his neck. His eyes widened before a look of recognition passed over his features.
Blake pulled his hands out of his pockets to push my arm away and something fell to the ground. I looked down and breathed out a humourless laugh. Condoms.
I was already in a fucked up mood and two seconds away from snapping his neck.
"Are you going to be a problem for me? It seems that you don't listen." I asked softly, not an ounce of emotion in my voice and the blatant fear in his eyes spoke volumes.
"Look. I like Caitlin, okay? You can't keep me away just because...."
I punched him so hard that my knuckle cracked and his head snapped to the side. I gripped his collar and pushed him against the wall when his legs nearly caved in. Blood streamed from both nostrils, drenching his lips and chin. Blake cried out in pain. He had a deep gash on his nose where my ring had cut him. Good.
"Listen to me carefully. Don't think I forgot about that little threat you made." I shoved him against the wall so hard that crumbles of red brick fell to the floor.
"You weren't supposed to hear that! I didn't even mean anything by it!" He pleaded and I looked at him in disbelief. He was more stupid than I initially thought.
"I don't give a fuck. If I see you around here again or anywhere around Caitlin, I will kill you. Stay the fuck away." I sneered, completely meaning every single word. Blake's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he gulped nervously before nodding quickly.
"I wasn't going to do anything. I...."
"I don't care. Leave." I stepped back and he quickly ran in the opposite direction, not before picking up the condoms he had dropped. I shook my head and pulled my phone out, going straight to Yurik's contact.
He answered on the very first ring.
"Blake needs your attention, are you down?" I asked, leaning against the wall and shoving my hand into my pants pocket, keeping my eye on Blake's retreating figure. I wasn't going to take any chances.
"I've been waiting, Domo." He laughed and I smirked. Was I overreacting? Probably. Did I care? Absolutely not.
The strong urge I felt to protect Caitlin made me want to keep her safe from any harm and ensure she was always okay. I would be damned if I let anyone, especially an arrogant guy, stand in the way of that.
"I knew I could count on you. Make sure he *fully* understands." I said before hanging up. Yurik had a soft spot for Caitlin too, I don't know why. It was almost concerning but I relished in the fact that he would care for her if I was not around.
I sighed and walked up the stairs into the lobby. My day was rough, and I needed a cuddle. Urgently.
The amount of times I've been to her apartment allowed me to completely memorise the intricate way to her doorstep so within two minutes I was knocking on the brown wood.
The door opened and my heart utterly sank upon taking in her state.
Her eyes were bloodshot, as if she had been crying and she was dressed in clothes that were way too big for her. I closed the door behind me and instantly Caitlin walked into my embrace, still clutching what seems to be a hot water bottle in her hand. She pressed her cheek against my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her. A sigh of contentment emerged from her lungs.
Just like that every fraction of stress from the day vanished within a millisecond.
"Thank you for coming." She mumbled and I just barely heard her.
"Angel...what's wrong?" I asked although I already had an idea.
""Blood. Cramps." She stated, her voice muffled by my shirt. I could feel the warmth of the bottle against my stomach.
"Do you need anything?" I asked softly stroking her hair and leaning back to look at her. A weird feeling formed in my gut as she clenched her eyes shut, grimacing in pain and I felt her body tense. My face softened.
"Pizza."
"I'll order some pizza, okay? Anything else?" I asked, already knowing I would do anything and everything for her.
"Chocolate."
"Of course. Anything else?"
"You."
I couldn't help but smile as she picked her head from my chest to gaze up at me, trying to subtly pout her lips indicating she wanted a kiss. I bent down and placed a soft kiss on her lips. It was gentle but the fireworks erupting behind my eyes were not.
"Is this the "fat kiss" you promised?" I asked against her mouth before moving my lips with hers. I felt her nod and a small smile stretching across her face before she stood on the tip of her toes to deepen the kiss.
This was another side to Caitlin. A softer, more vulnerably side that I had finally gotten the privilege of witnessing. I hated that she was in pain but I loved that she was seeking comfort from me. As fucked up as that sounds.
""You have me, angel," I whispered before pulling away. "I'm going to make a call." As soon as I stepped back, she shook her head and followed me. I bit my lip to keep from smiling like an idiot. She was so incredibly cute.
With Caitlin still in my arms I picked my phone from my pocket and called Kuzma. On the call, I asked for everything she wanted, also added some extra goodies. A man could never be too sure.
"It's on its way." I informed her. "Let's go sit down." I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and guided us towards the couch. When we sat down, she was cuddling into my side again with her head on my chest and an arm around my stomach, the hot water bottle between us.
It was kind of surprising, Caitlin was usually the one backing away when we got too intimate - besides fucking - but at that moment, she held me as she was scared I'd disappear. I would be lying if I said it wasn't one of the best feelings in the world.
"Smoke with me? It helps." She asked softly after a few minutes of silence. I nodded and she climbed off me, removing all the warmth that I wanted back immediately. I watched as she picked up the blunt from the glass table and a light blue bic.
*45 minutes later*
"Caitlin! Sshh!" I whisper yelled staring wide-eyed at her. She was laughing, tears pouring down her cheeks as she bit down on a slice of pizza. If she carried like that she was going to choke and my concern grew when she coughed.
"Shut the fuck up!" I hissed and she completely ignored me, cackling like a maniac.
"You're going to die!" I shouted and tried to grab the slice but she dodged me. How the fuck is she so fast?
"Your dirty little secret is....Oh fuck, I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe." She gasped and finally gave up on taking a bite of the pizza. She threw it down in the box and slapped her thigh, nearly screeching with laughter.
*She has the prettiest smile.*
"Don't judge me." I scowled at her. She was now laughing so hard with no noise except the odd wheeze and hiccup.
My jaw dropped and I picked up a jelly bean to throw at her head.
"Don't fucking laugh at me!" I snapped. I winced when the jelly bean hit her straight in the forehead and her eyes went crooked. I didn't mean to actually hit her and she didn't know that because her face turned into a sharp glare and she lunged at me full force. My eyes grew in fear. She was so fucking scary.
"You bastard!" She shouted and her tiny fists went to grip my hair, tugging and pulling at it.
"Okay. Okay. Okay." I grabbed her wrists and flipped us over so her back was against the couch. I got off her and walked backwards but I tripped over my shoe and fell straight back on my ass.
"Ow." I whined rubbing my tailbone. That hurt like a bitch.
"Good. I hope it's broken." Caitlin declared and picked up a cushion to throw at my head. I didn't have time to dodge it before it smashed straight into my face and slid down onto my lap. My eyes turned into slits as I frowned at her.
"I can't stand you, I swear to God. I should never have told you. It's not even that big of a deal." I said and stood up, dusting my pants off.
I was a mess - I don't know what the fuck type of weed that was but I felt like I was in the best but worst mood ever. My black shirt was completely unbuttoned and untucked and I don't know when that happened.
"It's really not a big deal. We all have our kinks. Yours just happen to be cartoon porn." She shrugged.
I gasped at the disrespect. "It's called hentai, you uncultivated woman."
"*Uncultivated?*" She mocked with feign shock. "Oh, I know big words because I'm a big mafia man who watches cartoon porn." She deepened her voice to imitate me and my jaw went slack. The fucking nerve!
"Hentai!" I corrected her.
I slumped down on the couch besides her. I placed my finger on her lips when she opened her mouth to speak. "No. Let's play the silent game."
She opened her mouth and bit my finger. Hard. My face turned into pure horror when she didn't let go.
"Stop! What the fuck is wrong with you!" I yelled and tried to pull it out but she just clamped down harder. Pain radiated through my whole hand.
"Say sorry." She mumbled around my finger. *Sorry for what?!*
"Okay. Okay. I'm sorry." I breathed out and sighed in relief when she finally released me.
As much as it didn't seem like it, I was having the best night.
"I'm too high for this." I groaned rubbing my hand over my face. My mouth felt dry, my lungs felt weird and my stomach felt hollow despite already stuffing myself full.
"Don't worry," she laughed. "We're almost out of the first phase."
"What's the next phase?" I asked.
She grinned. "You'll see."
*Ten minutes later.*
"Angel, please hold me." I begged and crawled on top of her.
She was laying on the couch on her back. I laid besides her but rested my cheek against her soft breasts and one leg over both of hers. I sighed when she wrapped her arms around me. Felt like home.
"Oh, this feels good." I groaned and shifted to get more comfortable. The space was tight but we made it work.
"I love this so much." She whispered and ran her fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes as my body relaxed. I could stay there forever, breathing in her comforting scent and hearing her heartbeat.
"You know one of my secrets. It's only fair that I know one of yours." I said softly trailing my fingertips down her arm.
She took a deep breath in. "Promise not to judge me? Nobody knows this."
"I promise."
"I lost my virginity to the captain of a cruise ship while on vacation with my mother. I was 17, he was 30." She muttered and my eyebrows shot up.
I bit my lip. "Like, on purpose?"
Caitlin laughed. "Yes, on purpose."
"I want to ask where..."
"In the cockpit, pressed against the window with a view of the beautiful ocean." She whispered still dragging her fingers through my hair.
"Your story is way more eventful than mine," I stated. It was true, mine was boring and anticlimactic.
"How did you lose yours?" She asked.
"My girlfriend at the time when I was 15, ten years ago. It was horrible. I didn't even cum." I complained with a scowl. I remember it being so awkward and rushed.
"Me neither." Caitlin chuckled.
"How are you feeling?" I asked and traced my fingertips over her stomach. I was in the best position.
"I feel way better than earlier. Thank you for everything. For the food, the snacks, for being here. Mostly the food though." She said and I smiled sleepily.
"You don't have to thank me," I mumbled and her fingers stilled before continuing.
"I do. It's a Saturday night and you're here with me." Caitlin responded and I bit my tongue to stop myself from saying anything. It didn't matter what day it was, what time it was. I'd always want to be in her company.
I was falling so fucking hard for her.