Page 50 of Under the Lights (The Big Boys of BRU #2)

Forty

Sierra

I was frozen in place, unseeingly staring at the spot where Dom had been standing. A hollow feeling spread inside my chest, like something vital had just been ripped away from me.

God, I fucking hated how he got to me.

Hated how well he knew me.

Hated how he could swagger out of a locker room dripping confidence, toss a few words like lit matches, and leave me burning from the inside out.

“You’re hooked.”

He’d said it like it was a fact. Like someone describing gravity. Like it was undeniable, the truth.

And the worst part? He wasn’t wrong.

Clenching my jaw, I felt the sharp pain of my nails digging into my arms as I crossed them too tight.

He wasn’t a threat. He was a temptation .

And that was so much more dangerous… because I wanted to give in. Because I had built walls. Fortresses, really. Reinforced with every betrayal, every lie, every time someone had looked me in the eye and smiled while stabbing me in the back.

And Dom just fucking swept in — no subtlety, no strategy. Just brute force honesty and an obsession with me, like it was the only thing that was keeping him breathing.

I wanted to believe I was still in control, that I could play this cool, that he was the one chasing me .

But when he looked at me like that — like I was already his — my whole fucking body betrayed me. My pulse thundered, my breath caught in my chest, and heat licked up my spine like wildfire.

I should put distance between us and reinforce the armor. Instead… I turned my head and watched him walk down the hall.

I used to be good at pretending. Pretending I didn’t care, didn’t feel, didn’t want. But Dom made it impossible .

As I stood there, watching him walk away as if he hadn’t just turned my world upside down, I realized something with a kind of brutal clarity.

I wasn’t pretending anymore.

I was already his .

***

My fingers were shaking ever so slightly as they flew over the screen.

Sierra: What room number is Dom’s?

The answer was instantaneous.

Ella: Seriously? How do you not know??

Sierra: How would I know? He’s always at our place like some giant golden retriever. Follows us home, eats our snacks.

Ella: Snacks are not the only thing he’s eating lol but fair point. It’s 296. Athletic dorms. Second floor. Try not to die of thirst on the way.

Sierra: Rude. Accurate. But rude.

Ella: You need me to drop a pin? Maybe pack you a granola bar for the hike?

Sierra: BYE.

The walk to Dom’s dorm was a blur. It was just me and my pounding heart, along with every stupid excuse I’d made, unraveling one by one.

By the time I reached his door, I didn’t even hesitate. I knocked once, sharply and quickly. Then I knocked again, louder, as if my nerves were daring me to back out.

It swung open. And there he was.

Dom blinked at me like he wasn’t sure I was real. Tattooed chest bare. Shorts slung low on his hips. Hair a mess. The look on his face — equal parts shocked and smug — nearly sent me spiraling.

“Hey,” he said, like it was the most casual thing in the world.

“I’m gonna say this once,” I started, pushing past him and into the room before I lost my nerve. “So try not to interrupt with some smartass comment because I swear to God, I’ll turn around and walk right back out.”

His roommate, some poor, wide-eyed freshman who probably wasn’t paid enough in karma to witness this, froze halfway into a bag of chips behind me.

I turned to him, still riding the adrenaline of the moment. “Hey. You should go.”

He blinked. “Like… now?”

“Yes. Like five minutes ago.”

Dom snorted behind me. When I turned around, though, he had already bitten it back. His arms were folded across his chest, and he was watching me like I was the only thing in the room.

I met his eyes, suddenly hyper-aware of how loudly my heart was beating.

“I tried to stay away. I really, really tried. But you’re in my head. Like some kind of infuriating, relentless echo I can’t shut off.”

I crossed my arms, but it wasn’t armor this time — it was to keep my hands from shaking.

“You were right,” I admitted. “About me being hooked. I hate how well you know me. I hate how you get under my skin. But more than that?” My voice dropped to a near whisper. “I hate pretending I don’t want you.”

He was so still. Like he didn’t dare move.

I gave a shaky laugh, scrubbing a hand over my face.

“God, I feel insane even saying this out loud. But I’m tired of pretending. I’m tired of acting like I don’t care when I do. I care way too much, Dom. And I don’t know what the hell that means, or what we’re doing, but…”

Our eyes locked. “I’m here. And I’m done running.”

For a beat, the room held its breath — like even the air was waiting for him to say something, anything. But all I got was silence. Then he moved closer, so close that I could feel the heat radiating off him.

My heart pounded as his fingers slowly traced down my arm. Suddenly, everything I had been holding back spilled over. I pounced on him, my nails digging into the back of his neck as he easily lifted me up.

“You’re so goddamn frustrating,” I panted against his lips.

My legs had wrapped around his broad waist as if on autopilot. The fabric of my skirt was pushed up around my hips as I feverishly ground my pussy against his rock-hard dick.

“Funny, I was just about to say the same,” Dom growled, the sound vibrating through his broad chest, as he spread open-mouthed kisses over my neck and chest.

“It would’ve been so much easier if you’d just given up.” I sassed, which he punished with a sharp bite to my nipple through my top.

“It would’ve been so much easier if you’d just given in,” he shot back, amusement in his voice.

“Thought you said you knew me.”

“I do.” He lifted his head to meet my gaze, fire burning in his eyes. “I know that when I slide this thong to the side, you’ll be dripping for me.”

I narrowed my eyes, my lips rolling together.

Triumph flashed across his face as his grin turned dangerous, wicked. “I’m right.”

“Ugh.” I huffed angrily.

“Aw, it’s okay, Darlin’. No shame in being wet for your man.”

Dom put his theory to the test, shifting his grip so he held me up against the wall with just one arm and the pressure of his body. With a sharp tug, he tore through my tights like they were tissue paper.

“Guess you won’t be needing these,” he murmured, smug as hell.

Pushing the gusset of my thong aside, he revealed my swollen pussy, his thumb spreading my lips, and gliding through them with ease.

I was so fucking wet, it was positively slippery down there. Damn him . The cocky smirk on his face spoke louder than words ever could.

“Such a good girl, being ready for me.”

“Fuck you,” I said sweetly.

His arm stayed locked under me, holding me against the wall without strain. With his free hand, he dipped the waistband of his sweatpants low, just enough to free himself.

The broad tip of his dick was suddenly pushed against my entrance, making my eyes widen.

“With pleasure. Thought you’d never ask.” He forced his thick length into me with a grunt, slowly pushing his way in until his pelvis was flush against mine. A strangled moan escaped me as he stretched me open, my pussy still not used to his extraordinary thickness.

“Holy shit!” Closing my eyes, my head fell back against the wall with a dull thud.

Dom buried his head at the side of my neck, his hot breath ghosting over my flushed, heated skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Feel that? That fucking pussy was made for me.”

When he started pumping into me, I opened my eyes. I was not going to miss this show. Sweat dotted his brow, and he had a wild, hungry look on his face as his muscles bulged. When he first picked me up, I hadn’t thought we’d end up fucking against a wall.

But once again I had underestimated this man’s determination. Even the slightest inkling of doubt on my part, and he just had to prove that he could do it.

And fuck me , did he look good while doing so. Veins popping on his arms, tattoos on full display, and that goddamn backwards cap.

“Harder, need you to fuck me harder!” I moaned.

He pounded into me, knocking the breath out of me, and it wasn’t long before I was teetering on the edge.

“That’s it. Take your fat cock up this pretty little cunt,” he grunted, his hips smacking against me, sweat coating our bodies.

Changing the angle of his thrusts, the insane feeling of pressure built inside of me.

“Gonna come,” I moaned helplessly.

My thighs clenched around him, trembling, as my toes curled and my pussy clamped down, gushing all over his dick.

“Oh, fuck, just like that. Squirt for me, Goddess.” He pressed a sloppy kiss on my lips. “So fucking hot,” he moaned, his gaze lowering to the mess I’d made of him. His length glistened with my juices, dripping down his balls.

The wet slapping sound echoed through the room as he continued to drive into me, his features strained, beads of sweat rolling down the sides of his face.

“You want my cum?” he growled, barely restrained.

His control was slipping, and I wanted to be his undoing.

“Yes,” I purred, my nails scratching over his shoulders, making him shiver in pleasure. “Please give it to me, fill me up.”

“Good girl,” he groaned, before throwing his head back and burying his length to the hilt, his hot cum painting my insides.

With each spurt of cum, he thrust into me, flattening me against the wall and nearly squashing me with his bulk.

Dom buried his face in my hair, his chest heaving. A deep, satisfied sound rumbled through his chest.

“I was so fucking right,” he murmured.

Swatting his shoulder, I couldn’t stop the laugh breaking out of me.