Dominque (Knights to Remember) (12 page)

Dominque chuckled. “It’s so funny seeing you worrying about a five foot five tiny woman.”

Jacob grunted as he changed gear. “Huh, the smaller they are, the more vicious they can be. Never piss off a pregnant woman, Dominque. Trust me, wars could be won by placing a row of uncomfortable hormonal women on the front line."

D
ominque squeaked excitedly. “Sheeeeep!! Loads of them.”

Jacob jerked his eyes open and saw the car was completely surrounded by sheep. He groaned, watching as the flock were herded along the road, brushing up against his nice metallic paintwork as they fought for space.

“Jacob, Jacob. Look! Sheep.” It was like he’d never seen a sheep before.

“Huh.” He’d been asleep—he checked his watch—for thirty minutes at the most while Dominque took a restroom break and grabbed some much needed coffee from the small local shop they’d parked outside of. He had no idea if Dominque had been sitting there watching him sleep or stretching his legs, but either way, the lad had drank his coffee and was bouncing around the inside of the car. “How strong is that coffee, and where’s mine?”

Dominque was tapping on the window, trying to grab the attention of the sheep passing by as he handed over a container holding his precious coffee. “Look at that one. It has such a cute face. Where are they going?”

Jacob gulped down a few mouthfuls and glanced at the sheep now thinning out around them. “To market probably.”

“To market? What for? Shopping?”

Jacob paused with his lips around the edge of the cup, and then looked slowly at Dominque. When he saw the childish grin on his face, he smiled.

“I hope they’re not going to become meat.” He stuck his tongue out and Jacob laughed.

“Me too. But it’s the way of life I suppose. The number one reason I don’t eat meat. Seeing the animals living around me put me off.”

“You’re a veggie?” Dominque bounced around so he was facing him. “Me too. How long?”

“Erm… twenty odd years now. How about you?”

“Sixteen. I stopped eating meat when I was eight. Refused to do it. Went to a petting farm and it just about broke my heart when my mum took me into the butcher’s shop attached to it. I’d been feeding next season’s meat.” Dominque shook his head, but then got sidetracked by another sheep who was running late. “Look, he’s late, like me.” He laughed loudly and waved at the sheep passing by who blanked everything, following his mates up the road.

“How much coffee have you had again?”

“This is my second. Oh my God, they make the best cake in there. Want me to grab you some? The lady who runs it, Sheila, she’s so sweet. I’ve been talking to her while you slept.”

“You shouldn’t have let me sleep for so long. Helen’s—”

“Helen’s plan. I know, I know, but you needed to catch up. So… cake?”

“Erm, yeah, sure. Why not.”

Jacob watched through lazy eyelids as Dominque dove out of the car and bounced Tigger-style into the small Olde World shop. The smile spread over his face as he thought about how happy he was. The six hour drive cheered him up. They still had an hour or so to get to Skibo Castle where they would be staying, and despite how much Jacob enjoyed getting to know more about Dominque, he was looking forward to getting out and stretching his legs.

Most of the guests wouldn’t be there until later, so it was just family the first night. That still meant almost fifteen adults and copious amounts of children, but it was better than the large group of close friends Helen had invited over for Friday, which, if he remembered rightly, involved the baby shower in the morning and the stag and hen party in the evening.

As his sister was heavily pregnant, he knew she would come out of the night unscathed, but the twenty or so female friends would be worse for wear the next day. He groaned, remembering he would be at the stag do with her future hubby Shaun. At least he had Dominque to keep him company.

“Here you go.” Dominque slid back into the car with a smile and handed over a paper plate containing a rich-looking fruit cake.

“Thanks.” Jacob took a bite and moaned. “Hmm, nice.”

“Yep. I had two slices.” Dominque fastened his seat belt and lay back, watching him eat. “How far is it now?”

“Another hour.”

“Ugh.”

“I know, but even if we’d caught the train, we’d have to drive up here and that would have meant hiring a car and fucking about. This is easier.”

“I can't wait to get there. The castle looks so nice.”

“Yeah, we used to go there as kids. Dad was a member of the golf club and we lived not far away, by not far, I mean two hours.” Jacob rolled his eyes. “As a kid there wasn’t much to do there, but looking back, we had some good fun. It will be nice to walk through the grounds and remember what we got up to as kids.”

“Happy memories. It’s so good to relive those.”

Jacob was pretty sure Dominque didn’t have enough happy memories in his life, and he aimed to add a lot this week. “It’s lovely. I’ll show you around when we get out. Hopefully we’ll be allowed that time, unless it conflicts with the programme.”

Dominque chuckled. “This must be costing a fortune. What does your sister do for a job, or are you, you know, well off in general?”

“She’s a fashion designer and her future hubby is some sort of social media web designer… I don’t know, because he’s truly strange, so I blank out a bit when he talks to me.”

“A fashion designer. Really? What’s her name, would I know her?”

“She uses the name Bucke & Han for her label. A play on Buchanan.”

Dominque opened his eyes wide and nodded. “I saw her wedding dress collection last year.” He sighed. “They were so nice. She’s so talented. I love messing around with clothes.” He pushed out his chest and pointed to his waistcoat. “I made this, and I change all my clothes I buy off the peg. I adjust them to make sure they fit perfectly.”

“You and her are going to get along great.”

“I’m going to bug her, I just know it.” He grinned as Jacob wiped his fingers on a napkin.

“She already loves you. Everyone loves you.” Jacob started the car up and smiled.

“Not everyone.” Dominque looked out of the window and sighed. “I'm pretty sure of that.”

“She’ll come around, Dominque.” Jacob held Dominque’s knee softly.

“Sooner rather than later, please.”

A
s they drove up the private driveway to the castle, Jacob slowed the car down so they could take in the amazing sight of the breathtaking Skibo Castle coming into view. It had been years since Jacob saw it up close, and despite seeing it as a child, as an adult it held a lot more meaning.

Dominque was leaning forward in his seat, his eyes darting everywhere, taking it all in. The massive stone-built structure began to loom over them as they got to the car parking area and he sat back in stunned silence. “This is truly beautiful. I can’t believe I’m here.” His wide, excited eyes met Jacob’s and they both smiled.

“Thank you for coming with me on such short notice, Dominque.”

“There’s no need to thank me. I’m going to enjoy being here.”

“The castle is an experience everyone should get to have at one point in their life. I'm sure you'll enjoy it.”

“Oh, I didn’t just mean the castle.” Dominque stretched out his long legs and slid his eyes to Jacob. “I like you too, Jacob. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

“Oh… thank you.” Jacob was a little lost for words. Of course Dominque liked him. Why didn’t he see that before? Or maybe he just didn’t believe him before. He didn’t know what had shifted in the seven hour drive. He was still paying for Dominque, but after talking and getting to know him, it seemed different. Despite the money, he felt like the real Dominque was with him and not the shell he wore to their first date.

Jacob got out of the car, stretching his arms above his head and looking up at the castle again, breathing in the fresh Scottish air. “The calm before the storm.”

“Aw, it won’t be that bad,” Dominque said quietly as he appeared behind him.

“You say that now. Give it a day, then when you’re begging me to take you somewhere alone, you can tell me how right I was.”

Dominque blushed and it made Jacob grin from ear to ear.

“Sorry. Slipped out.”

“Freudian slip maybe.”

“Maybe,” Jacob whispered against his neck, then took hold of his hand and began walking to the entrance. “Let’s go say hi to the rabble. We’ll come back later for our things. It will give us a chance to escape.”

D
ominque was tired. It took two hours before Jacob could convince his family, mainly his sister, to let them grab their bags and go relax after their journey. Everyone was there except his mum Karen. She was being driven up tomorrow afternoon for her birthday celebration by another relative who Dominque couldn't recall.

Poor Jacob was dead on his feet and Dominque was still being hugged by all the women like he was about to vanish into thin air as Jacob pulled him from their grasp and back into the grand lobby.

Being hounded by twenty different people at the same time had worn him down pretty fast, and although he’d tried to keep up his smile and chat, he’d eventually fallen onto the sofa beside Jacob and found his head lying on his shoulder as he fell asleep. That was the cue Jacob was waiting for and he used it as an excuse to leave.

Helen had made all the arrangements, so while Jacob went outside to grab their bags, he went to the reception desk and collected their key. Jacob passed their cases to the porter and they made their way through the hall and up the grand staircase. Dominque couldn't concentrate on anything because he was all over the place, looking at all the paintings and taking in the history of the castle.

Jacob slipped an arm around his waist as they walked down the long hallway. “You need a bath and a rest. There’s no need for you to be up anymore tonight. I can have some food brought up to you in a couple of hours. I’ll go to the evening meal by myself.”

“That’s not fair. You did all the driving. And you were up before dawn. You should sleep.”

“I don’t need much. An hour chilling out will do me the world of good.”

The porter stopped by a large door and opened it. Dominque sighed when he saw the spacious, lightly decorated room and the four poster bed at the rear of it with beautiful cream and gold drapes hanging at each post. “Oh, it’s lovely.” He moved into the room, looking around himself. There was a beautiful bathroom with two Victorian cast iron baths next to each other.

“I’m glad you like it.” The porter smiled at him. “Most of your party booked rooms on this floor, apart from the bride and groom. They have the suite on the floor above. I’ll leave your cases here, and if there—”

Jacob cut him off quickly. “The black one is going with me to my room.”

The porter gave him a quizzical look and Dominque bit his lip. He only got the key for one room. “I'm sorry, sir, this room is booked for Mr J Buchanan and partner. It’s a double. Have I got the name wrong? There are so many of you with the same surname. It’s caused a few issues.”

“No-no,” Dominque jumped in quickly. “I'm sorry about the confusion. It was booked by the bride. I didn’t think to ask about two keys, I just thought…” Dominque looked to Jacob. “You were expecting separate rooms? Really, Jacob?”

“Yes.” Jacob was walking backwards. “I’ll go sort this out.”

The porter and Dominque shared a look, then he left with a small shrug, closing the door quietly behind them.

“Honestly.” Dominque stood in the middle of the room and huffed. “How’s that going to look?”

He slumped down on the bed and smiled. Oh, the bed felt so good. It was like floating on air. Everything about the place screamed indulgence and the best quality. He felt like a prince and he was about to live up that fantasy by using one of those big baths. But before that…

Dominque glanced at his case and groaned. He really should hang up his clothes before they were creased so badly nothing would get them out. After he’d separated his shoes and bathroom items, he hung a few jackets up, and then fiddled with the shirts. They would need ironing before he wore them, probably Jacob’s too. He didn’t want to go through his bag, but they’d need attention before the meal and they only had about an hour before they had to be downstairs. Maybe they could just get away with wearing sweaters and jeans, but he doubted it.

He was undoing his shirt when there was a knock at the door. When he opened it, he was surprised to see Jacob looking flustered and more than a little pissed off.

“There’s no free rooms. I tried.”

“I can't believe you even asked. I’m not some virginal maiden who’s saving herself for her wedding night. It would be strange to have separate rooms.” Dominque kicked off his shoes and sat back on the bed. “Is it really that horrible?”

“Being in here with you, sleeping next to you, having to share this small space…” Jacob ran his fingers through his hair. “Yeah, it’s fucking killing me.”

Dominque jumped up, hands on slim hips as he gave Jacob the best ‘bitch please’ look he could pull off. Jacob opened his mouth, but Dominque quickly slammed his hand over it. “Most men wait a month to have me in their bed, and when they get me, they certainly don’t think it’s worse than having their cock cut off and fed to the dog. I'm staying in this room. I like it. You're going to have put up with me and try to get over the fact I’m so ugly to you.”

“You're not ugly.” Jacob kept hold of Dominque’s hand, glaring into his eyes.

“There’s obviously something about me which you hate. Why else would you be so confident about not wanting me or that there would be nothing sexual between us ever? Are you that cold? Or maybe you’re secretly straight, because I've never met a man who didn’t want me.” Okay, that was a little over the top. But why the hell didn’t Jacob want him? He should do.

“Please!” Jacob hissed out. “I was thinking of
you
. And I
do not
need reminding of the countless
other
men waiting to have you. Don’t make out like you're doing me a favour. You want to be here. We’re both getting something out of it. If you're that desperate for attention, I can tell you how beautiful you are and worship you, but that’s not me and that’s not what we agreed.”

Jacob pulled off his shirt, tossing it on the bed and moving to him in those sexy stone washed jeans which clung to him in the right places. “Besides, I'm pretty sure I can't afford to fuck you, and if I did
fuck you
, Boy—” He pushed Dominque up against the wall with a bang, covering his body with the muscular heavy frame Dominque couldn't take his eyes off. “I'm confident you’d run. Because what I want from you is something you can't handle right now. So, how about we drop this petty confidence issue and move on before you convince me to do something we both regret.”

Dominque stayed against the wall, breathing hard, trying to fight off the need to slip to his knees and apologise, or beg for more, and instead he pushed a frown onto his face. “I'm having a bath.”

“Actually… I am.” Jacob moved into the bathroom and growled seeing the two baths side by side. “I'm going to kill my sister.”

“See, now we can
both
have baths.” Dominque slid his shirt from his shoulders, leaving him in some very low hanging tight jeans, and glanced over his shoulder, practically shimmying his arse at Jacob. “That is, if you can stand to stare at my horrible body while I get in.”

Jacob stormed out, slamming the door behind him and Dominque grinned. Maybe the stoic fool did have a teeny tiny bit of an attraction toward him, even if it was just to make him sub for him. Dominque felt a surge of excitement run through him at the thought of being on his knees for Jacob. He’d been on his knees plenty of times since he stopped submitting, but that was different. Sucking someone off didn’t hold the type of power Dominque was talking about.

As the bath filled up, he stripped himself out of his jeans and stretched out his long limbs, thinking about how long it had been since he knelt correctly. He knew the position off by heart and slowly sank to the floor, kneeling with his thighs parted, his arse resting on his heels, letting his semi hard cock hang free between his legs. He placed his hands on his knees and breathed out, straightening his spine and pulling his shoulders back. When he bowed his head, he tried to let go of the day’s stress and shut out everything, but all he could think about was seeing Jacob’s bare feet in front of him as he waited for Dominque to serve him.

Imagining what he wanted to do with Jacob caused his cock to rise up, stiffening as he thought how Jacob’s cock would feel sliding against his lips, teasing him, not letting him have it in his mouth until he was sweating and leaking for him.

Dominque was too well trained to touch himself in this position, but with the bath nearly full and his cock aching to be touched, he moved from the floor, slipping into the hot water and sighing in relief as his muscles relaxed. He was about to touch himself when the door opened and Jacob came in. Dominque slammed his hands over his hard on and stared open-mouthed at him in just his shorts, heading for the shower behind him.

“We don’t have time to fuck about.” He began to pull his shorts down, and then turned to look at Dominque. “I'm not a piece of meat. You can stop staring now.”

Dominque shot his head around and sucked in a sharp breath. “You're spoiling my bath.”

“No, you're spoiling mine. Hence why I'm taking a shower.”

Dominque heard the water spraying over the tiles and glanced over his shoulder again, seeing Jacob fiddling with the temperature and taking in how hot he looked naked. Dominque’s cock pulsed in his hand as he moved his gaze from Jacob’s feet upwards. Every inch of him was toned and tight, and his arse…

Dominque found his hand moving over his length as he watched the taut skin moving over the firm globes of Jacob’s cheeks. He obviously worked out… a lot! He was all hard and chiselled, like a statue in a museum, except his cock was more impressive.

“Stared enough?” Jacob was standing facing him, hands on his hips, cock bouncing against his thighs with a look of humour on his face.

“I'm sorry…” Dominque faltered, still not turning away.

“It’s rude to stare, you know.”

“So… don’t stand there looking so hot and shaking your assets at me. How am I
not
supposed to look? People would pay to see something that sexy. You can't blame me for checking you out while I have the chance.”

Jacob chuckled, turning his back to Dominque and rinsing his chest under the water. “I guess it’s only fair you look at me seeing as though I got to watch you kneeling earlier.” Dominque sucked in a big breath and Jacob laughed. “By the way, perfect pose. You looked stunning presenting yourself like that. I was worried you’d let the bath overflow you looked so relaxed. Well, parts of you were relaxed.”

“Jacob!”

“Hey, people pay good money to look at something that sexy. You can't blame me for checking you out while I have the chance.”

Dominque huffed when Jacob threw his own words back at him, and he turned around, his hand still clutching his cock and the need to do something more than just hold it growing stronger. “I'm surprised you enjoyed looking at me.”

“I'm always appreciative of a good sub. One that can hold such a perfect submissive pose, but command the room, is something I value. It’s also something which turns me on.”

Dominque snuck a look over his shoulder again, this time seeing Jacob’s hand running up his cock and he gasped before grabbing a towel and holding it over his rigid length as he ran from the room. “You're so mean,” he called out as he slammed the door, listening to Jacob laugh loudly behind it.

There was no privacy, but he had to come. He slipped to the floor, damp body sprinkling water over the cream carpet as he took his cock in his fist, working it over his length, watching his pre-cum glistening in the light as he leaked. He bit his lip as he worked his hand over himself, needing to just come and move on.

Not making a sound, he bowed his head to his chest and closed his eyes, feeling his excitement growing as he remembered Jacob’s body in the bathroom. It didn’t take him long to get close, his breath halting in his chest as he jerked his cock faster, imagining Jacob’s sexy accent whispering words of encouragement, telling him to come.

Dominque came—hot jets of cream spilling over his fingers and hitting his stomach. “Fuck!”

He leaned against the wall and panted, trying to keep the noise down as he recovered. It had been a long time since he’d jerked off. The amount of sex he had, he didn’t need to, but this week had been different and he didn’t have the sinful image of Jacob in his mind when they were forced to be so close. A quick glance at the bed made him tingle all over. They would be laid side by side. How was he supposed to stop himself from getting hard when they were so close?

A noise from the bathroom caught his attention and he slammed his hand backward, stopping the door from opening. “I'm not dressed,” he yelped out.