Let's just act

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Cole

I follow Dom to his room silently, keeping my eyes on his shoes only. Once we get inside, he sits at the top of the bed and I stand in front of the now closed door. On instinct, my eyes drop the floor and my hands rest in front of me.

"Cole," Dom calls out after some silence. "Come here."

I walk over to the foot of the bed, still not making eye contact with him.

Dom gets up with a chuckle, one that's dark and deep and has me thinking things that I have no right to. He comes behind me and his body heat warms my back as he rests his head on my shoulder.

"Dom," I warn, when his hands wrap around my torso. My throat tightens with emotion and my eyes are stinging.

"You're so damn stubborn, Cole," he murmurs. "You won't even enjoy this hug even though I know you want to."

"Dom," I say again, but he just shushes me.

"Just relax, don't think about anything," he instructs. "We've talked so many times, and it hasn't changed anything. So, let's just act."

That statement causes fear to roll through me and I turn around in his arms, grabbing them. "What are you doing, Dom? You can't do this, I hurt you and-"

"And I forgive you, Cole," He interrupts.

I don't know how he could or why. But I do know that I feel much lighter than I've ever had in weeks. A shuddering breath escapes me, along with hundreds of tears. Kisses fly all over my face as Dom comforts me with his words and actions.

"I love you, baby. And we will be okay. You've suffered enough," he whispers before connecting his lips with mine.

Too many emotions to decipher overwhelms me and I continue to cry as we kiss. I lay back against the bed, letting him swarm me with love. I feel guilty, and selfish. Like I don't deserve any of this and yet Dom pushes those fears away with each word that falls out his mouth.

"You deserve this. Lemme show you exactly what you deserve," he murmurs against me neck. He sucks and licks, making my mind muddled.

"Are you sure?" I manage to breathe out, pulling his face to look him in the eye. I almost forgot how handsome he is. With his dark, almost black eyes against his pale skin. This is the first time I've actually made eye contact in weeks.

He just gives me a sexy smirk in response and proceeds to tug at my shirt. I let him take it off and he starts peppering my stomach with kisses. I've never felt so pampered in my life and my face is hot. I'm so... vulnerable.

He pulls my hands down to reveal my hardened length. It's leaking all over my stomach, sensitive to touch since it's been neglected for a few weeks.

Dom raises a brow at me and lets his fingers ghost over the head. He slowly and painfully glides his hand up and down, maintaining eye contact with me. "Let loose, Cole," he whispers.

My name on his lips is just about enough to make me cum right now. "I can't," I grit out harshly.

"I've never blue-balled you. Shall we try it?" He questions innocently though that request is anything but innocent.

"You're fucking insane," I mutter, letting out deep breaths to try to relax.

Dom becomes serious for a moment, stopping his hand movements. "No," he denies. " Imma guy in love with an idiot who insists on hurting himself."

I keep staring in his dark eyes, looking at the emotion swirling through them. Me punishing myself is also punishing him. I've already hurt him enough, haven't I? And he said he forgives me. Why am I still punishing myself?

"Okay," I whisper, relaxing fully on the bed.

Dom continues his movements, deciding to add his mouth to his actions. My breathing becomes ragged the more Dom works me. I focus only on Dom and this moment right now. Normally, my mind wanders to how bad I hurt him whenever I think of him. But now, all I'm thinking about is how much I love him.

"Dom," I call out, on the verge of exploding.

"Cum, baby," he encourages.

"I love you," I choke out, bursting in Dom's mouth. He wastes no time, slurping it all up, and cleaning me. When I come down from my high, I yank him up, pulling his face to my own. I kiss him for all I'm worth, which isn't much. I just hope he understands how deeply my emotions go for him.

He's the one who pulls back with a gorgeous grin, "I love you too."

*

I wake up in Dom's embrace. Automatically, my lips curve into a small smile. Things almost feel the same and I actually have hope now that we'll be okay. I'm not sure if we're back in a relationship or if we're taking things slow. I also honestly don't know if Dean forgives me. I do know, however, that I need to stop beating myself up over it.

I know someone else who needs to stop doing that too.

Sneaking out of his hug, I leave Dom's room and head to Theo's. I knock on the door before opening it slightly, being met with an empty room. Deciding to try Dean's room, I walk over to it and knock quietly.

I don't hear anything for a moment, so I'm about to open the door, but it opens for me. A sleepy Theo stands behind it with a content expression. He has on only boxers, and there are hickeys all over him. I can't help but smirk, which makes his tired face turn slightly red.

"Have fun?" I question . I step to the side, allowing for him to come outside so we don't wake up Dean.

"Don't look at me like that," he whispers with a grin. "You have the same thing all over you."

I smile despite myself and let out a small sigh. My eye zip all over his face, observing and deciphering. He does the same to me, only stopping when our eyes connect.

"How do you feel?" We both ask at the same time.

We chuckle simultaneously, showing that we feel much better than the night before.

"I feel better," he says after some time. "Except, I can't help but think I don't deserve him. I don't deserve them. It's like..." He trails off, not seeming to find the words.

I nod my head in agreement, "I know what you mean. But we can't hold onto our guilt forever."

He sighs and twists his hands together. "Yeah, I know. It's just hard. But I think I'm starting to let go," he says honestly.

I encase him in the tightest hug I can muster. Glad that Theo is on his way back to being healthy. "I love you," I murmur.

"I love you too," he responds.

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