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  “Come on in,” Chelsea hollered, still nowhere to be seen. Dom let himself in, set the vase of flowers on the coffee table and headed towards the kitchen where his blond-haired beauty was at the counter squeezing lemons into a glass pitcher.

  “Mmm, fresh lemonade and my gorgeous woman. Two of my favorite things,” Dom said, placing his bags on the counter and sliding his arms around her waist from behind. He kissed her throat and nibbled her bare neck, making her laugh.

  “Stop that. You’re gonna make me knock this over tickling me like that.” She was smiling but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. He placed a soft kiss on her cheek, nuzzling her there. She smelled like strawberries and vanilla. If he kissed her glossy lips Dom knew she would taste like strawberries too. It was her favorite lip gloss to wear, and he was pretty damn fond of it too.

  “Oh no, we can’t have that. Lemonade is to drink, not to wear. Although,” he grinned and wiggled his eyebrows, making her laugh. She playfully elbowed him.

  “What can I do to help?”

  “You can get plates down and set the table. I’m almost done here and we can eat. It sure smells good.”

  Dom patted her bottom and gathered plates, silverware, and glasses to set the table with. He was as familiar with her house as she was so it only took a moment to have it done and begin unloading the food he brought.

  “Goodness, did you buy out the bakery?” she teased.

  He flipped open the box and showed her the white chocolate dipped strawberries, grinning when she gasped in pleasure.

  “Yummy, those are my favorite!”

  “I know. That’s why I got them. Got some warm banana nut muffins too, but we can save those for breakfast if you want.”

  A light blush appeared on her cheeks. “Does that mean you’re planning on staying the night?”

  “If you want me too, I’d like to.”

  She lowered her lashes and carried the lemonade to the table and sat down, pouring them both a glass. They quietly filled their plates with fried rice, beef and broccoli, and cashew chicken. He watched as she nibbled on an egg roll and pushed her food around her plate more than she ate it. Dom was hungry so he quickly devoured his and filled his plate a second time. She had never said anything other than she wasn’t feeling great. Now, he wondered if it was her stomach bothering her since she was barely eating, even though he’d brought her favorite things.

  “Does it not taste good to you? You’re not eating much.”

  “It’s good. I’m not that hungry I guess. Sorry,” she put her fork down and sipped her drink.

  He eyed her curiously. Her cheeks were still slightly flushed and her eyes had faint circles under them. Dom placed his fork on his plate and pressed his hand on her forehead checking to see if she had fever. She quickly looked up at him and he ran his hand down her cheek tenderly. “You said earlier you weren’t feeling great. You don’t have a fever but you look tired. Have you not been sleeping well?”

  “Um, no, I guess I haven’t.” She absently picked up her fork and began pushing her food around again, only taking a small bite.

  Now he was getting worried. “Why aren’t you sleeping well? Have you been sick? Are you hurting anywhere?”

  Chelsea wished he would stop questioning her. Her nerves were on edge and she felt like she was on the verge of tears. She should have known the doctor to be in him would go into physician mode and start trying to diagnose her. Now her mind was going ninety miles a minute in an attempt to think of what to say to appease him. The worry in his eyes made her feel guilty for holding back and not telling him what was really on her mind.

  “I’m fine, really.” But she wasn’t. She was flat out lying to him. It was wrong, but he had enough on his plate with school and suddenly becoming a father to a boy whose mother was dying of cancer.

  Dom had known Chelsea for a good chunk of his life and he knew damn good and well she wasn’t fine. His momma didn’t raise a fool. When a woman says fine, it’s a sure sign they are anything but. She looked on the verge of tears and it stung that she wasn’t telling him why. She had never been one to intentionally hurt someone or hold back, so Dom knew something had to be up for her to avoid talking to him.

  “Look, if you’re upset because I’ve not been around much these last few weeks, Chels, I’m sorry. I’m doing the best I can.”

  Damn it, I can’t lose her, not now.

  Her chin tilted up quickly and she met his eyes with her shocked ones. “No, no that’s not it at all. You’ve done nothing wrong, Dom.”

  “So, you admit there is something wrong that you’re not telling me?”

  Good gravy, she slipped up and not worded her response right when he’d begun blaming himself. That’s why she had a policy to not lie. It always came back to bite you in the ass. Chelsea frowned, feeling the tears that were already threatening to spill out, build to the brink and cloud her vision. “Let’s not do this right now.” It shocked her how her voice trembled. She hadn’t been able to mask her rampant emotions.

  Dom felt the food in his stomach go sour. Her reply sent a sick feeling through his system and set warning bells off in his already confused mind. “Chels,” he pushed his plate aside and took her hand in his. “You have to talk to me. Whatever is going on that has you so upset, I promise we can fix it.”

  Chelsea couldn’t meet his eyes for fear of breaking down. What was it about pregnancy that sent your emotions into overdrive? She felt like she was on a rollercoaster ride of jacked up emotions. Not even realizing she was wringing her hands, she looked up, startled when he wrapped his hands around hers. Funny how something as small as that, could begin to settle a person’s nerves. Then again, Dom had always been her rock.

  He loved her. She knew that. But did he love her enough?

  He was a good man. Of that, she was sure.

  This would change things. Again, something she was confident about.

  Ever since she knew what love was, Dom had been her heart and soul.

  Now he was the father of her child. If she had a nickel for all the times she had daydreamed about having a family with him she would be rich.

  The damper was not the fact that Peyton had just come into his life, but that Jade was the mother of his child. The woman that made her life hell in school. The one that caught Dom’s eye first, and was now dying of cancer and back in his life again. It wasn’t Peyton’s fault. He was a sweet, innocent little boy that was easy to love. He’d already stolen her heart too.

  But where did all that leave Chelsea?

  Last. Always one step behind. Still the girl that would take any attention from Dom and cherish it, while Jade had taken it for granted.

  Chelsea wondered if she would always feel like nothing more than the fat friend that picked up any crumb of love she could find. Not that Dom had ever made her feel less than perfect. Jade had been the one cruel enough to her to imprint that into her memory. Something she wished could be erased. She was tired of feeling like she wasn’t good enough or that she would never be Dom’s number one.

  “Chels, talk to me. Your silence is killing me.”

  When she focused on his eyes, she was stunned when she saw the glimmer of unshed tears. Had she caused that? The last thing she wanted was to hurt him.

  Good gravy. I have to tell him.

  No matter how scared she was, or how hard it was going to be. He deserves to know and she would never keep it from him like Jade did. Taking a deep breath, she tried to smile, figuring it probably came out more like a pathetic wince.

  “I have something to tell you, Dom. Good thing is, at least you’re sitting down.” Chelsea gave a shaky laugh and squeezed his hand in hers. Well, here goes nothing.

  “It’s like this,” trembling, she stared at his hand. It wasn’t until he put his finger under her chin and raised her face up so her eyes met his that she finished her sentence.

  “You’re gonna be a daddy again in about six months or so.”

  Chapter 26

  Dom
sat in stunned silence. Here he’d been thinking she was about to tell him she didn’t want to be in a relationship any longer because of his son. He couldn’t have been more wrong. A father. In the span of a few weeks Dom had managed to become a father not once, but twice, or at least he was on his way to being a father for the second time. That had to be a record of some sort. A three and a half year old and now one on the way. The difference was, this child he would forever be a part of its life from day one instead of day thirteen hundred and twenty six. And it was with the woman he loved with all his heart.

  “Dom?” she squeezed his hand and he felt her tremble. It wasn’t until then that he realized he had yet to say a single word. He’d been staring at her stomach, feeling the undeniable urge to put his palm there as if maybe he could feel the life within.

  Chelsea watched as he stared at her. Well, not at her as much as her stomach. He stared so intently that it made her squirm under his gaze. His expression was unreadable and it set her nerves on edge again. The tender moment when his big, strong palm covered her belly was something she would never forget. With his hand staying on her stomach, he stroked his fingers through her hair and covered her mouth with his. All the worry and fear left her and he replaced it with a loving heat that spread through her like a warm summer rain. How had she ever doubted him? This gorgeous man that had a heart the size of Texas picked her up in his arms like she was light as a feather and cradled her to his chest like his most prized possession. When he broke the kiss, her lashes fluttered opened to find him smiling tenderly down at her with tear-stains on his cheeks.

  “I love you, Princess. You’ve made me the happiest man in the world.”

  Good gravy, she loved his man. It felt like she’d swallowed a frog, the lump in her throat was so big, and she practically croaked when she told him so. As embarrassing as the sound was, it was worth it to hear him laugh and hug her tighter against him.

  “You’re really happy? I know the timing is probably less than desirable.”

  “Stop it. Of course I’m happy. I’m having a baby with the woman I love more than anyone in this world.” He kissed her forehead and sat down with her on his lap, rocking her against him.

  “I know it won’t be easy, with you just learning about Peyton, and Jade being so sick. I don’t want to cause more problems.”

  Dom tilted his head to the side when he looked at her, “Peyton isn’t a problem, you and our baby aren’t problems either. Hell, Jade isn’t even a problem, it’s just a really sad situation she’s in, but we’re tough and we’ll get through it all. Everything happens for a reason.”

  She nodded her head, wanting to tell him of her fears and hesitation about Jade, but not wanting to sound like a horrible person for still having hard feelings for someone that was dying. So she bit her lip and kept her mouth shut. Instead, she buried her face against his neck and breathed him in, letting his warmth and the woodsy scent of his skin sooth her. Dom began stroking his fingers through her hair, relaxing her further. Little time passed before she was yawning, blushing when he chuckled at her.

  “You’ve really not been sleeping well have you?”

  She shook her head, yawning again. “I’ve had a lot on my mind.”

  He laughed, running his palm down her hip, squeezing the curve of her bottom. There was a thoughtful look on his face. “The med student in me knows the statistics of unprotected sex, but I wanted you so bad I didn’t even consider the consequences.”

  Chelsea stiffened, taking offense. “So, what are you trying to say? You think of our baby as just a consequence?”

  Dom swatted her and laughed again. “Whoa, calm down, little mama. I’m not trying to say anything. I was only pointing out what you do to me. You make my brain go numb while the rest of me does something else entirely.” Dom pulled her against his groin, showing her exactly what she did to him.

  “Oh,” she gasped, her fingers grasping the front of his shirt. His mouth covered hers hotly, taking her breath away and setting her on fire in a flash of desire. She found that even though her bottom stung from the swat, she wouldn’t mind another. How risqué was that? Something about the stinging heat turned her on even more. Turning on his lap, she straddled his waist, pressing her chest against his. When he started to break the kiss, she sucked his bottom lip between her teeth and bit it sharply.

  He pulled back, with a grunt, popping her on the rear again. “Getting rough with me now huh?” He laughed, rubbing her bottom as she squirmed on his lap.

  “You deserved it,” she murmured, licking his bottom lip. “Besides, I like it when you do that.”

  “Do what?” He arched his eyebrow at her, a ridiculously sexy grin on his face and a twinkle in his eyes. “Pop your sexy ass?”

  “My ass is fat,” she kissed him again. “But I love your hands on it.”

  He smacked it again, grasping it firmly with both hands. “Not fat. Voluptuous and sexy. So. Fucking. Spankable.” He swatted her with each word. By the time he was done, she was wet, wanton, and clawing his shirt off. Too bad it was such a nice shirt. Not only were the buttons either gone, or hanging off, but she was sure she heard it tearing. She started to care, but his hand covered her mound and rubbed her firmly and she almost came instantly, hanging precariously on the edge. Arching from the pleasure of his touch, she felt the hard line of the table jammed into her back, but she wanted to come so bad she didn’t care. She would beg if she had too.

  Dom had his own ideas. Thank the angels in heaven for that. Everything crashed to the floor and Chelsea was flat on her back on the table where the Chinese food had been just moments before. Her legs were suddenly bare, and in the air while his hot mouth kissed her stinging bare ass. For a brief moment she considered being embarrassed, at least that was in her mind until his tongue lapped over her wet sex and her thought process changed. Who the hell cared if someone saw through the bay window that sweet and innocent do gooder Chelsea had her legs in the air and blushing naked ass on display for the entire world to see. Dom was doing things to her she had only fantasized about and she wasn’t about to give two shits what anyone thought about it.

  She stroked her fingers through his coarse, closely cropped hair, while her other hand grasped the edge of the table. It was happening so fast and the feeling was so intense, that tears sprung up in her eyes and she screamed his name when her orgasm hit like a derailed train. Once the trembling stopped, she went quiet for a moment. Her breath was coming out in soft puffs, and she opened her eyes to see what the sound was she was hearing to her right. There sat her Siamese cat, Mr. Chewy, daintily eating the food that was now splashed all over the dining room floor. Laughing, she turned her head towards Dom to find he was smiling and kissing her inner thigh. “At least someone is enjoying the dinner you brought over,” she teased.

  “Oh, I’m enjoying dinner and dessert just fine,” he replied, taking a gentle bite of her thigh before he stood up straight and unbuttoned the fly of his jeans.

  Her mouth watered. The thin dark tuft of hair that trickled down his sculpted brown chest into the perfect vee of his lower stomach was like an arrow pointing her in the direction she was dying to go. His muscles flexed under her appreciating stare. It looked like the hard ridge of him was throbbing beneath his jeans. In fact, as she stared she would swear it bumped against his zipper like it was demanding to be released.

  “I’m hungry for something else entirely.” She wanted to look into his eyes because she loved seeing the desire there, but she couldn’t remove her gaze from the slow drag of his zipper. How many romance novels had she read that detailed how to give a man oral sex? Enough that she should be able to do it without screwing up too terribly. Chelsea scooted to the edge of the table intending to drop to the floor and give it a whirl. But, when Dom grabbed hold of her hair and kissed her senseless, she wrapped her legs around his waist, melting when he nibbled and sucked her lips and tongue until she was whimpering again. She managed to dig her fingers in the waist of his jeans and jerk
them down his hips, but when she tried once more to slide to the floor and do to him what he’d done to her, he quickly lifted her up and impaled her on his cock.

  “Oh good gravy, baby,” she groaned.

  The tank top she was wearing did little to cover her beautiful breasts, but it was still in the way of his mouth and that just wouldn’t do. Dom turned with her and pushed her ass against the wall, holding her there while he grabbed the hem of her shirt, and with a gruff, “Lift your arms.” He pulled it off as soon as she complied. She watched him as he feasted on her bountiful offering of lily white skin that had a smattering of freckles across the cleavage he would be happy to smother in.

  He couldn’t recall ever wanting a woman so much. Dom wanted to claim her so thoroughly, so completely that she would never doubt him again. She was his woman and he was her man.

  Slow thrusts into wet, silky depths set the pace. As much as he wanted to unleash his passion, it was more important to him to cherish his woman and sate the desires that she’d only ever shared with him.

  Fuck.

  Knowing he was the only man that had ever made love to her made him that much more possessive. Sweet and slick, tight as a glove and gasping with her head tilted back in abandon, Chelsea was stunning and he wanted to drown in her essence. His long fingers entwined with hers and he pinned her arms above her head against the wall. She looked at him with starry eyes. Soot colored, feathery lashes hovered over her smoky green gaze. Then she grinned, a smug, sexy look as she began to undulate her hips against his, effectively rising and falling on his pulsing rod. How quickly she turned the tables on him. Now it was he that was gasping for breath. Each sharp inhale was punctuated with the long slide of her sucking wet heat covering him. It was torture and he loved watching her take control.

  “Chels,” he said gruffly. He was losing his mind.

  “Take me over the edge with you,” she begged.

  That was it. He could take no more. Her sweet, sex-coated voice encouraging him tipped the scales and his hips did what his mind was telling them not to ever since he’d pushed her ass against the wall. No more sweet, tender thrusts. Fuck no. That was gone. Now he was frenzied in passion pumping hard and fast against her until she clawed his back and he shouted her name.