Dominque (Knights to Remember) (16 page)

Jacob pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around him, lulling him to sleep softly with tender kisses. Dominque would have to learn not everything in life revolved around sex.

T
he more Dominque thought about the developing relationship with Jacob, the more he knew he wanted it to work out, but there was one recurring thought which wouldn’t go away. Jacob wouldn’t be able to share him with clients, this he knew without Jacob saying a word.

The small, not so small, twitches and colder air surrounding him on the few occasions other men had come up in conversation made it quite clear to him Jacob would be driven insane imagining him with others. He couldn't blame him. There was no way he would allow Jacob to be with anyone else. Even thinking about it made him heat up and they weren’t even official yet.

They may never get that far. Despite every beautiful poetic word Jacob said to him, Dominque still couldn’t see a life together. He was too deeply caught up in his issues to be able to see the path and how they could journey down it together. He was cautious, but for the first time he wanted to allow his reckless side to take over and carelessly throw caution aside and go with his heart. It had never spoken so loudly to him before and he hurt not listening to it.

They barely knew each other. The feelings he had shouldn’t be this strong so suddenly. Instant attraction was one thing he could understand. Subs often reacted to Doms in a sudden, overpowering way, white hot need running through them and leaving them panting on the floor, unable to speak or act. Dominque had felt those feelings with Jacob ever since they first met, even without knowing or understanding why. It had been the most intense reaction he had ever felt toward another living person.

But he couldn't comprehend how Jacob felt for him. Grasping how he felt was bad enough without guessing what someone else felt. Dominque was confused, but he didn’t have to be. He could go with it and see what happened. It was out of character for both of them, but maybe that was the problem to begin with.

They’d both been trying to hold onto their old lives when what they should be doing is letting go.

Just thinking about letting go of all his old worries made him feel lighter, like he’d been struggling to pull a whale aboard a small boat and realised it was useless. Dominque woke up from his thoughts when Helen came back into the room, carrying with her an enormous bag, one which filled him with excitement seeing it. Inside was something she’d worked hard creating, spending weeks of her precious free time designing.

“I never make anything for myself, but this…” She laid the bag down with great care on the bed and smiled at him. “I had to do it. It’s not every wedding where the bride has made her own dress. And even if I say so myself, it’s the finest wedding dress ever created.” She grinned at him as she opened it. “I knew you'd appreciate it, and before it gets dirty and spoiled, I wanted to show it to you.”

She slowly revealed the off white silk and lace dress to him. Each inch the bag opened, more spilled out until she had it laid on the double bed in all its glory. It was stunning, and Dominque was lost for words. Every stitch was sewn loving and more than likely by hand onto the intricate lace which crisscrossed the bodice.

“It’s beautiful. Although that word is severely lacking. The depth of the design is so intricate and delicate, each stitch perfect. I can't wait to see it on you.”

“I had my last fitting days before I came here, petrified I was going to grow out of it. I’ve designed it so it hides most of my bump. Just because I'm happy to be a pregnant bride doesn’t mean I want to look like a beached whale on my special day.”

“It should be displayed after you’ve worn it because it’s so amazing.” Dominque studied it in more detail, finding even more reasons why Helen was such a brilliant designer. “I’d love to be able to create things like this. You're so talented.”

“You could do. You should become my apprentice. I've seen your work on your own clothes—you have talent, Dominque. It doesn’t pay much, but it won't be long until you're creating your own designs. Besides, Jacob has enough money to help you through…” She paused, seeing the obvious frown on his face. “Yeah, I know how you feel. I didn’t want to take anything from my other half. Got loans and business plans, still ended up ‘borrowing’ shitloads from him too. It took me a while to see how my life and his were joined. Money shouldn’t be a reason to pull away. It’s like if he offered me his time and love, it meant seeing my dreams come alive and me happy, so he was happy.”

“You and him are in a very different position to us. We’re just starting out. I couldn’t ask him to do that, and if he offered, I would refuse. I have savings, it would depend on a few things, but I’ll think about it. I really would enjoy working with you, even for a short time.”

“The offer is always there, no matter what happens between you and my sullen brother.”

Dominque laughed. “He can be warm. He’s probably the most caring man I've ever met and the most patient. I've never had anyone put their needs so far behind mine.”

“You know a side to Jacob perhaps only my ma has ever seen. He must really be falling for you. I'm glad.” She smiled softly, packing away the dress. “You're exactly what he needs.”

“It’s happened so fast. I don’t know if I should let it continue or slow down, take some space after the wedding is over and let us both think about things.”

“I met Shaun and I knew he would be the one I married. I may not have fallen head over heels for him and declared my undying love as soon as we met, but I knew I would love him like no other and that this day would eventually happen. He just took a little longer to realise my plan was right.” She laughed loudly.

“You and Jacob have the same ideas in that respect.”

“Holy shit! We have something in common? Wow.” She shoved him gently as they both laughed. “Here, grab some material and stuff it back in the bag before Shaun gets in here and sees it.”

As Dominque began to carefully place her wedding dress back in the stiff white bag, she took his hand and looked into his eyes, an uncommon seriousness in them. “If you want my advice, don’t push him away and ask for space. When something’s right and you know it’s right in here—” She tapped his heart. “You should grab hold of it and let it take you along. Why delay what you know will happen just to ease your conscience or others?”

Dominque nodded, turning back to the dress and its yards of material. She was right, what did it really matter how fast or slow a relationship moved along? They would always end up in the same destination.

“Will you be with me or Shaun tonight? You can flicker between both of us, and I'm not presuming you'd come to my hen party and not go to the stag do because you're gay. I just thought you may enjoy it more at my party. Shaun has a tendency to be boring, especially around family. He doesn’t like letting his hair down often.”

“Oh…” Dominque hadn't really considered being invited to the hen party, but she was right, he felt much more comfortable with her and her sisters than the men who he hadn't really gotten to know. “I think Jacob was expecting me to go with him, but I’d like to have fun with you too. Maybe I could share myself and do both.”

“Okay, fine by me. But my sulky brother isn't allowed to follow you, and knowing him, it will be a difficulty he has to overcome. I swear I haven't seen him three feet from you since you both arrived. If I didn’t know better, I'd say there's some sort of collar and leash he’s hiding. Who’s attached to it, I'm not guessing though.” She laughed again as Dominque blushed.

A collar. The thought of having Jacob collar him sent his stomach swirling around and his heart pounding in his chest. Having a leash attached to it as he served Jacob sent his cock into overdrive, quickly stiffening in jeans. To kneel by him patiently, crawl beside him, happy to receive his gentle petting when it was offered. Dominque had to catch his breath before he could talk.

Helen was laughing loudly. “Oh, have I hit a nerve there?”

Dominque blushed even more.

“I can't say it’s a total surprise. So… can I ask questions?”

“Erm… in general about BDSM or about me and your brother?”

“Let’s say in general. I’ll ease you into the deeper level of gossip which I need to hear.”

“Oh.” Dominque chuckled. “Jacob may not be happy about it, but then I guess he can correct my mistake later.”

“Oh, please tell me everything. I need to know.”

J
acob wasn’t too happy about Dominque leaving his side, and that it was to attend his sister’s hen party which would be filled with women, niggled at him ever so slightly. Okay, it bugged the shit out of him in a massive way, but Jacob wanted Dominque to enjoy himself and stepping back a little would only allow him to feel more comfortable.

Dominque wanted to go, and Jacob understood he hadn’t really bonded with the men as he had the women. Perhaps that was Jacob’s fault. He had a green streak of jealousy running through him which shone like emeralds where Dominque was concerned. Even seeing him with his brothers made his hand twitch.

Both parties were taking place in the castle, just at opposite ends. More wedding guests turned up in the afternoon, most of them Helen and Shaun’s friends who were invited to the hen and stag night. The only saving grace was Helen was pregnant, and therefore, Jacob expected their party to be a quiet affair filled with chats about the wedding and the coming baby and not some drunken orgy with strippers and such.

Shaun’s party was taking place in the study-like men’s room where whiskey and cigars were handed out and some sort of drinking game was about to start which Jacob didn’t want to take part in. Seeing the usually prissy Shaun drunk though did appeal to him. Even if Helen would kick his arse later for doing it, Jacob knew it would be funny as hell. They had a full day and night to recover before the wedding itself, and surely that would give the groom enough time to be clean and sober for the big day.

Exchanging the single shot for a triple in the groom’s drink wasn’t exactly difficult to achieve, not with his brothers on hand to help. His older brother Krane had the most mischievous nature out of all them and he was always the first to lower the tone at any family event which involved drinking.

He and Krane got along the most out of all their brothers, and he was the one who Jacob invited home to London when he felt the need to blow off some steam. He was the most like his dad, broad as he was tall, naturally big and dwarfing most other men at six feet six. He was a true poster boy for the Scots, more often than not wearing the family tartan and going bare underneath, showing off his goods to startled Londoner’s on their nights out. Auburn-haired and tattooed from his neck to his ankles, Krane had a look which most feared, but he was a big teddy bear who wanted attention. Seven siblings all fighting for one ma and him being the oldest had long lasting effects which Jacob tried to help with, but having his wife moaning and bringing him down didn’t help.

Two hours later and they successfully achieved their goal. A swaying and slurring Shaun tottered around the room, spilling his guts about how much he loved his fiancée and how much he was looking forward to becoming a father for the first time. It made Jacob’s eyes roll back in his head when he saw the emotional tears filling Shaun’s eyes, and both he and Krane, who was the only other member of their family not to have children, took a step back and settled themselves at the bar.

It hadn't gone unnoticed Krane had been quieter than usual. His deep booming voice, much heavier on the local accent than Jacob’s, was generally the only thing anyone could hear, but there he sat, staring into his pint glass and sulking.

“What's up?” Jacob nudged him roughly. “Spill it. You know how it bugs me when you go quiet.”

“They’re so in love. I should be happy for them, but I'm not. I'm just pissed off I'm stuck with Mel and will never find what they have.” He'd spoken about leaving his wife before, but after twenty years together, Jacob didn’t see him being brave enough to do it. “I always thought you’d be free and single forever. I got to live through you, and I'm guessing by how tightlipped you’ve been over Dominque that's going to end now. I could run away to London and have fun, get a break, but now…”

“You're always welcome at my home. Dominque doesn’t live there… yet.” Jacob grinned. “I want him to, but it’s still early days. Honestly, even if things did move on that way, you’d always be able to stay over.”

“I don’t want to feel like a third wheel.”

“You wouldn’t.”

He fell silent and Jacob waited patiently, knowing he would continue given time. Eventually, Krane sighed and took a long drink of his beer. “She hates me, you know. Not the man she really wanted, and I guess over time, I realised she wasn’t the one for me. But that's not the big issue between us…”

Jacob knew this moment was, at least in Krane’s mind, a momentous one, but Jacob had long since known what the real ‘issue’ was in their marriage. “You know you can tell me anything, Krane. You’re the only one out of my family who really knows me. I won't judge.”

“You already know anyway.” Krane slid his eyes to Jacob, a soft smirk playing his lips.

“Yes.” Jacob drained his pint, again giving him time to continue.

“What should I do about it?”

Jacob chuckled. “I’d say stop wasting each other’s time and go your separate ways. She won't be brave enough to do it, and it seems neither are you. Do you need me to demand you leave her? You’d be free, so would she. It wouldn’t be easy, but there are no children, just a house and a couple of dogs to divide. You’re only forty, Krane, there’s time to experience what you’ve always denied and find someone to share that new life with you.”

“Some man,” Krane said quietly into his glass.

“Yes. A man, Krane.” Jacob stood up, checking his watch and feeling an urge to see Dominque. “I can assure you…” He leaned in closer to Krane. “You won't regret it. Knowing how I dislike Melanie, this won't come as a surprise to hear, but… Find a man you want and fuck him into the mattress, then tell me you want to spend the rest of your life living a lie.”

Krane shot his eyes to Jacob’s, a deep blush covering his creamy skin, green eyes blazing with what Jacob knew to be desire.

“I'm leaving. I feel the sudden need to be with
my
man for some unknown reason.” He winked at Krane, then shook his shoulder. “Think about it and come see me anytime you need to talk.”

Jacob took one last look at his soon-to-be brother-in-law and chuckled to himself. The game had continued and now he was looking ever so slightly sickly. Jacob knew he wouldn’t be returning even if meant going back to his room and waiting for Dominque.

He took the long way around to the lounge where Helen and her friends were, walking outside and taking in the view of the castle lit up with soft lights, snapping a few pictures on his phone for later. By the time he made his way back inside, it was almost midnight and he was sure the evening must be drawing to a close for his sister. He thought seeing how tired she’d been during the day, she would have gone to bed hours ago. He felt a stab of guilt knowing her groom would be turning up pissed as a fart and probably keeping her up all night throwing up.

The staff were thin on the ground, and the bar was now closed, but the party it seemed was going strong. He paused outside the door when he heard the bass-y music and the screaming fits of laughter coming from inside. It didn’t sound like he expected, and still thinking both Dominque and Helen would have retired for the night, he opened the door a little and peeked inside. At first, he only saw the familiar figures of his sisters dancing, wine glasses in hand. The flashing, different coloured beams of light hitting everything was making him slightly disoriented.

He pushed the door open a little more, feeling like he was invading some sort of harem where he would have his cock cut off for stealing a glance at the women inside. He spotted Helen sitting in the middle of the group, laughing and holding her baby belly as she pointed across the dance floor. He followed her gaze and saw some scantily dressed, heavily built muscle guy who appeared to have stripped out of most of his policeman’s uniform and was now gyrating on Dominque’s lap.

The growl Jacob released would have been enough to scare off a grizzly bear, but the din of the music and the cat calls from the women who just hours before were totally respectful members of the community was so loud, it was lost on everyone except Jacob. He felt like sprinting in and pulling the guy off him, but he dug his nails into the wooden doorframe and took a breath, keeping his eyes pinned on Dominque the whole time.

He was drunk. Jacob growled again, this time stepping into the room in time to see Dominque laughing shoving the guy off him, answering the calls from the women around him to dance for them and shimmying his hips much better than the guy they’d paid for the night. Jacob switched between thinking dirty thoughts about Dominque dancing just for him in their room and wrapping his hands around the throat of the guy who was now pressed up against Dominque’s arse and dancing with him.

Helen spotted him first, her laugher stilling and playfully nibbling the tip of her thumb as he marched through the women and stood glaring at the stripper. “Jacob…” Helen started, but broke off laughing again.

“I’d fuck off right now if I were you,” Jacob’s emotionless tone and stoic stance caught the stripper’s attention and he quickly backed off Dominque, holding his hands up and apologising.

“Jaaaaacob.” Dominque spun around, wrapping his arms around his neck and pressing his body so close to Jacob’s it was like he was trying to climb inside him. He was in constant flux, his entire body seemed to be in some sort of perpetual motion which he couldn't control, and it was turning Jacob on too fast for his liking. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” Jacob was pulling—more escorting—him off the dance floor, leaving the women to coo over their paid entertainer, but Dominque wasn’t ready to go yet.

“Dance with me. Pleeease.” He batted those pretty lashes, looking up at him through heavy lids and pouting his full lips.

“Dominque…” Jacob didn’t want to say no, and looking past him to the dance floor, everyone else seemed to be dancing and not taking any notice of them.

“I want to dance for you.” Dominque pushed his hips forward, hitting Jacob’s stiffening cock, and then chuckling as he draped himself around Jacob, mouth on his neck, hands everywhere, his body coiling snake-like around every inch of Jacob’s.

“I’d love you to dance for me, but do it here and you can't blame me if me and my raging hard on do something we’ll both regret.”

“Hmm.” Dominque sucked on his earlobe, twisting and gyrating against Jacob’s swollen cock. “Why would I regret anything to do with you or—” He snuck his hand between them, cupping Jacob’s length and smiling up at him. “—your cock. There’s nothing you could do to me which I would ever regret, Jacob.”

“You say that now. You have no idea how depraved I am, Dominque. I want to do things to you which would involve us both being arrested should we do them in public.”

“Promises, promises… Sir.” Dominque batted his eyelashes again, smirk playing on his lips. He was being anything but submissive the little tease. “I hope at some point all of these depraved things which can't be spoken about make it into reality, and after all the build-up, you'd better live up to my fantasies, Mr Buchanan, because I have so many about you.” He placed a kiss on Jacob’s neck before nibbling it. “About your cock. What you could do to me with it.”

Jacob grabbed his arse, lifting him up and pushing him back against the wall, crowding him with his bigger frame. Pushing his thigh into Dominque’s cock, he rocked it roughly against him, watching as Dominque ground back wantonly, not caring who watched them.

“I’ll surpass your fantasies by such a great distance they’ll slip over the horizon. You can't imagine what I'm going to do to you, Dominque. I'm going to be everything to you. Your whole world. Your universe. I’m going to take you places you won't want to come back from. And… all of those things I can do
without
my cock entering any part of you.” Jacob leaned in, kissing his neck, smiling as he listened to the whimpers and moans escaping Dominque’s lips as he rocked into Jacob’s thigh, his cock now hard and begging for more. “And why is my boy so wound up? Not because of the sexy policeman I saw draped all over you I hope?”

“No,” Dominque gasped when Jacob picked him up by his big hands on his arse, pressing his own cock into Dominque’s hip. “It was you. I want you. I was…” He broke off, crying out when Jacob sucked on his neck. “I wanted… I was thinking about you, about us, about what I’d do for you.” He whimpered as Jacob dug his teeth into his throat, his cock like iron against Jacob’s knee.

“What were we doing which made you so desperate for my touch?” Jacob took his bottom lip in his mouth, sucking, then holding it between his teeth while they stared into each other’s desperately excited eyes.