Betrayal

Chapter 16

Ali

Nearly forty-five minutes have passed. I tried to lay down beside of him and sleep, but I couldn't. I'm not sure how he can do it so easily, but he is. I've mostly been watching him.

I bite at my thumbnail. My guilt hasn't let up much. A pit seems to have formed in my stomach, eating me up inside. I keep thinking about Dominic as I stare at Warren. He looks so peaceful. One arm is above his head, and his left hand rests against his chest. His silver wedding band gleams in the evening sun.

A flash of Dominic comes to mind. He's at that party, I'm sure. Just getting started. With no idea that I'm here in a hotel room with his father. That he fucked me better than he's ever fucked me. He made me come, rocked my fucking world, and I already want more of it.

He stirs, sighs softly, and turns his head in my direction. As his eyes open I hold my breath. They focus themselves and stop on me. They're so dark and deep and powerful. And beautiful. The most beautiful eyes I've ever seen on a man.

I close my eyes. The guilt is being combated by my lust for him. It's so pure and deep, trying to claw its fucking way out. And it trumps any other emotions I have. I want him.

When I open my eyes again he's smiling sleepily. It makes him look so god damn handsome.

"Hi," he whispers.

My lips tremble into a smile. How can he make me smile when I'm feeling so god damn guilty? I don't know, but he just can.

"Hi."

He turns on to his side and pats the empty space on the bed next to him. I stare at his wedding band again as he tells me to come to where he is.

I think again... What did I just do? What did we just fucking do?

"Hey, Alison, I said come here."

I look back to him quickly. I clear my throat and take three small steps to the bed. As I begin to climb on top of it he's grabbing me around the waist, kissing my bare stomach, and then pulling me down to him. We kiss slowly, deeply, and it's enough to make me moan and to make my stomach drop into itself. It feels so good that it almost hurts.

When we stop he rests his forehead to mine while we try to catch our breath, then I lean back. I examine his face. He's so god damn handsome. So similar to Dominic in so many ways. He inherited his beauty. But he didn't inherit much else. I know that now.

"Deep in thought, hm?"

"Yes. I guess so."

"You guess so?"

I nod and he touches my face, caressing it slowly with his thumb.

"What are you thinking of?"

I give him a look, just a look, and that's enough for him to know that I'm thinking about Dominic. How much it would hurt him if he knew what's just happened. How disastrous it would be. I can't even begin to imagine the fallout. It would obliterate his family and that's just for starters.

"Yeah, me too. But not as much as I'm thinking of this."

He kisses me again, just as slowly as before, and makes a fist in my hair at the nape of my neck. I'm weak again, just as weak as before, as he explores my mouth with his tongue.

He can do this while he's thinking of his wife? And his son?

But aren't I doing it while I'm thinking of my boyfriend? I'm not saying no and I definitely don't want him to stop. I'm moaning softly with him, feeling him grow hard against my stomach, and feeling even weaker as his hand gropes my ass.