Chapter 354 Shower Thoughts

Chapter 354 Shower Thoughts
‘I gotta get outta here before I agree to stay.’ Lou thought to herself as she got up to leave. Because she knew if he asked her, she’d hate herself, but she’d say yes.  The weird pull she feels towards this mystery man goes beyond medical knowledge. Beyond reason. Since that first night she walked into Lucian Fiore’s penthouse. Hell, it was the second she answered the phone and heard Valerie’s panic, she just had a draw towards this man before she ever knew him.  She should be very concerned that she didn’t know his real name. 

‘Talk about red flags,’ she thought.

But he got her in such a way she felt connected on a level where names or occupations or favorite fucking colors and foods didn’t matter. 

‘Speaking of favorite foods’ Lou thought.   She was still processing the fact that his favorite food was also her favorite food and he cooked it like an old southern woman who still salted doorways and swept with a straw broom on the porch.  He was a very complex man. And the things he said about the color grey…Lou had never been impressed by the color of her own eyes. No one’s ever stared deeply into them like he had. No one’s ever complimented them before.  Most of her siblings had lighter hair and blue eyes.  Lou was the only one who took after her mom’s immigrant side of the family with the black hair, grey eyes, and deep widow’s peak.  She was, quite literally, the Balkan black sheep of her family. 

As she pulled her Mercedes G-Wagon into the garage of her luxury apartment, she was glad she left when she did.  She was fucking hot and bothered.  Her primal, cave man mind took control on the drive home and, against her will, started flashing images of what would have happened if she stayed and allowed him to take off all of her clothes and push her back against the sofa and drop to his knees and drape her legs over his shoulders…

‘Fuck, stop!’

She berated herself as she unlocked her apartment door.

‘I could technically get in bed without a shower…but I like my sheets and that would make them a hazmat situation…’  She argued with herself as she set her purse down at the kitchen table and began peeling off her scrubs as she walked past her living room on her way to the shower she paused for a second as she heard the elevator ding.  There were four apartments on the floor.  The William’s were a sweet retired couple who were snow birds, no reason for them to be out and about in the Midwest in Winter at 11 PM.  The one directly next to hers was currently empty.  That left Halen and his husband Travis who both worked on Wall Street and loved late nights.  She’d heard them coming home late a lot lately, actually. She shrugged and continued walking.
As the water got hot, she caught herself looking at her shower and wondering what Dominic's naked body looked like with water running down his hard plains of muscle.  How it would drip off of his long lashes and curl that dreamy blonde hair of his at the nape of his neck.

“Fuckin’ actin’ like a dog in heat, Lou.  Get ahold of yerself!”

She muttered before turning on her heel and reaching into her bedside table, grabbing her silicone dildo that stuck via suction to the shower wall.

“It’s too late to go to the club.  It’s too late to go to the club.  It’s too fuckin’ late to go to the club…”

She reasoned to herself as she dropped to her knees in the shower, licking her lips and taking the dildo into her mouth, pretending it was, in fact a tall, blonde, silly grit-cooking man with a slight Italian accent and a pet raccoon.  After a few moments, she stood up and turned around, bending over and putting her hands on the marble bench across from her, it was a stretch, and her hands barely got there, but it was enough to brace herself as she leaned back and felt the soft, silicone tip at her wet entrance and pushed her hips back onto it, slowly impaling herself, causing her to moan.  It had been weeks since she went to the club and got laid.  She felt far too wound up to be a functioning adult without a release.  She began using her arms to help her push the dildo deeper as she bounced forward and backwards, bringing one hand down to rub her clit throwing her head from side to side, a loud moan escaping her mouth.  She was getting close, but it wasn’t enough.  She brought her hand back up and began playing with the barbells in her nipples, twisting and pinching them.  She moved her hand back down to her clit, enjoying the multiple stimulations, but needing another set of hands.

“Fuck me harder, Cowboy!”

She yelled as she leaned to the side and grabbed her scrub pants from the floor just outside the walk in shower and wrapped them around her neck, not tight enough to cut off oxygen, just tight enough that if she pretended Dominic wrapped a large, strong, calloused hand around her neck while he drove into her from behind, it would be more believable to her body.  She began throwing her ass backwards and brought her hand to her clit again, rubbing hard and flicking the metal stud there before she finally threw her head back as her orgasm bulldozed over her.  She heard Dominic’s name echo around the tile and was relieved no one lived in the apartment next to hers because they would have for sure heard her repeating his name until she came down.  She tossed the dildo and scrub pants in her bathtub next to the shower to deal with later and finished her shower.

She glanced at the clock as she tossed and turned in bed.  It was midnight and she should be exhausted but, instead, she found her hands roaming her own body as if they had minds of their own.  The orgasm in the shower earlier served as more of an appetizer than a final course.  Her feet were already moving before she'd made up her mind.

“It would only be too late for the club if I had to work tomorrow.”

She whispered to herself as she pulled on a pair of ripped up jeans, a black v-neck long sleeved top, not bothering with a bra or panties, and a pair of leather boots and jacket.  

She debated between the motorcycle or the SUV and finally decided on the bike, if the cold air tamped down this flame she was carrying for the thoughtful blonde man who seemed to understand her in ways no other human ever has before, she’d turn around and come home.

As Lou parked her motorcycle in the tucked away industrial district parking lot, she was more hot and bothered than before, remembering the first morning when Dominic carried his injured body down to the garage and stared at her peaked nipples under her shirt as she sat on her bike.  She’d been masturbating to those blue eyes and tanned skin stretched and tattooed over thick bands of impressive muscles for weeks.  No one has been such a burr under her saddle before.  She was a one and done kinda lady.  No attachments. No one who needed to try and fit into her life, between her career and her family, she didn't have the patience to juggle anyone else.  Plus, no one would understand her world, why she was the way she was, unless they’d grown up in a similar way and she had no interest in politician’s and public figure’s sons and daughters.  She’d met enough of them to know that was a fact.  She cradled her helmet under her arm as she walked down the set of concrete stairs in the silence of the night.  Knocking three times on the steel door, a sudden wave of EDM music hitting her as the small little flap two-thirds up the door opened and two dark eyes looked out and down, meeting hers.  She passed her black card through the slot and waited a few minutes before it opened again, her card coming back out.

“Kappa Delta over and out.”

She said and then heard the clicks and thunks of multiple locks unbolting as the door swung open, welcoming her in.