Dominic
Corey put her hand in his and they left his porch, heading in the direction of her house. It was such a simple and sweet thing to do, holding hands, but it heated his insides. Dominic felt like he was on fire. How did she generate these reactions out of him? Her hand in his had him ready to jump her in the crotchety math teacher’s front yard. Every time he touched her, his need for her got more intense. Linc and Keller were right. This was well on its way to consuming him.
They made it to her door too fast. He didn’t want to leave her, not yet. But he knew he couldn’t stay, he couldn’t follow her inside. It wasn’t time yet. There were still so many things he needed to tell her. And he would tell her. Trying to deny it or push it away was futile. She was encoded in his DNA.
“Thank you for the beer, again, and for walking me home.”
He smiled despite all the thoughts running through his mind. “Do I get my kiss now?”
She put both her hands on Dominic’s face, taking charge and bringing his mouth down to hers. He wrapped both his arms around her lower back, picked her up, and pulled her tightly against him. It was so easy to get lost in the feel of her. Dominic did a one-eighty and pushed her up against her front door. It was like déjà vu. His length was once again straining against his jeans and pressed into her stomach. They continued like that for a few more minutes, locked together, exploring each other’s mouths and bodies. His hands roamed freely, rubbing over every inch of exposed skin he could find. But all too quickly, he had to stop. He didn’t trust himself.
Dominic hated pulling away from her. It felt unnatural to leave things like that. As if he were incomplete. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough. He couldn’t wait to get the truth out, he felt like a dam ready to burst. In more ways than one, he laughed inwardly at his own joke. “Well, sleep tight, Corey Cooper. I’ll see you tomorrow at school?”
“Yes you will. I’ll, uh, email you this week’s schedule so you can post it for the boys. And the first group can come by whenever they have their free period. If they don’t have time during the school day, they’ll have to come during practice.”
The love-drunk smile that had been on his face disappeared. “What? None of the guys can miss practice this close to the first game. They have to come during school hours. Pull them out of class if you have to.”
Her eyes went wide at his tone and he instantly regretted using it. “Uh, you are not my boss, Hardy, and I am not making those kids miss class. It’ll literally take me less than an hour to talk to them. What’s the big deal?”
“I told you the big deal. Our first game is a week away. I need them focused and present.”
“Well, without my evals, they can’t play. So. I win.” She crossed her arms over her chest, her glare daring him to tell her she was wrong.
He clenched his jaw. She had a point. “Whatevs.”
Corey laughed. “I’m really starting to enjoy arguing with you.”
His smile returned. “Yeah? Me too. I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart.” He gave her a quick peck on her cheek and headed home. The need to turn around and bury himself inside her was so strong that it hurt to walk away.
Hours after all the lights were out in Corey’s house, Dominic lay in bed wide awake thinking about her. She was beautiful with a killer body. She ran, not to lose weight, but for mental health. She was funny and liked his friends and she could hold her own in an argument. She was well educated and lived to help others. All in all, he didn’t think he could pick a better soul mate.
Destiny had been kind to him. Now all he had to do was tell her the truth about what he was and explain that she was his forever. He’d known her for less than three days. Yeah, that conversation was going to be great. She’d probably laugh in his face. Or worse, run away. If she left, he’d lose his girl and the team would lose their season. No pressure.
He knew though, it couldn’t be put off any longer. The need to claim her was too strong. He felt jealous and possessive, his constant need to touch her was bordering on agonizing. He wished they would have taught that super special anthropology class in school when he was growing up. Maybe then he’d have a clue how to tell her without sending her running for the hills. He had gone to a normal public school. When he’d had questions, he’d had to suffer the embarrassment of asking his dad or his uncles. Which was why when it came to the topic of soul mates and claiming, he knew damn little.