Chapter 14
Talia
I smiled as I grabbed my Kindle, a surprise gift from Dominik, tagged my glass of wine, my blanket, and then headed to that little alcove.
I curled up, got comfortable, opened my Kindle, scrolled to my newest book from my Tbr, and started reading.
I was sighing.
Laughing.
Crying.
And bless Dominik, because I had heard him start to say something and then didn’t.
He left me alone.
It was when I was finishing my book that I smelled it.
Steak. Garlic.
Yum.
I grabbed my things and headed into the kitchen.
I sat them all on the island, then rounded it and stepped to his back, wrapping my arms around his waist, resting my cheek between his shoulder blades.
“Thank you.” I said as I kissed his back.
He chuckled as he tangled his fingers with mine, “Good book?”
I nodded, “Oh yeah.”
“Next time, if you think a book is going to make you cry, warn me, alright? Took damn near ten years off my life when I saw you were crying.”
I giggled, “I’ll try. But the best books bring out emotions.”
He shrugged.
Typical man.
***
“Why didn’t you tell me you were married before?” I asked him as I played with his chest hair. I liked that it wasn’t full-on bigfoot kind of hairy, but a light dusting.
“Because when I think about it, it was just something that happened. I married her because she got pregnant.”
“Is that how you feel about me?” I asked.
I felt him shake his head, “No. For you, it would be monumental. Giving you my last name, fuck, that’d be the best day of my life. My highest honor would be hearing you call me your husband. Yours. No one else’s.”
At his words, I had to show him how much I liked that.
Which was why I started moving, shifting my body so I was on top of him. Then I moved lower, and lower... and lower.
“Minx, what are you doing?” He asked.
I grinned, “Showing you how much I liked what you said.”
Then the moment I made it to my destination, I smiled.
Poked my tongue out and ran it up that throbbing vein.
His growl filled the quiet room.
And the moment I wrapped my lips around his cock and sucked him deep; his hand went to my hair and tangled in it.
“Fuck, Minx.”
I smiled as I worked my mouth up and down his cock, treating it like it was a million-dollar lollipop.
Sucking hard.
Caressing.
Lavishing.
Then I felt it, the way his cock started to swell in my mouth, and then I swallowed every single drop of his cum.
His hand was out of my hair, then with a growl, after I licked him clean, he lifted, gathered me in his arms, and said with a growl, “Have to fuck you now.”
Then he slammed his lips into mine.
I wasn’t complaining.
Not at fucking all.
***
What I was complaining about was the next morning.
“How many times do I have to ask you not to leave your fucking boots and socks in the middle of the fucking hallway?” I asked him as I glared at the offending objects I had almost tripped over.
“Harpy today. Got it.”
I felt my eyes widen, “You. Did. Not.”
He smirked, “Yeah, I fucking did.”
I snapped, “Well, the only reason I might resemble a harpy is because I can’t sleep.”
His smirk dropped, then he growled, “The fuck?”
“You sleep so fucking deep that you snore. Snore so fucking loud it’s a wonder you're not setting off fucking car alarms.”
He wrapped me in his arms, “Sorry, Minx. Been meaning to make an appointment, I’ll get it done today.”
It was three days later, and we were at his appointment to see what could be done about his snoring.
And when they led us to the X-ray room, the woman smiled at me and asked, “Ma’am, is there a chance you could be pregnant?”
Dominik’s head snapped to mine, and a slow smile started to form on his face.
I narrowed my eyes at him, then looked back at the woman, “I mean, I’m on the pill, and well, my period is a little late.”
Dominik’s eyes were on me, and they were molten with heat.
She nodded, “Best to wait outside then.”
The moment Domonik came out of the room, he tagged my hand and led me out of the doctor’s office after he made another appointment to have it fixed.
And then he opened my door to his SUV, helped me in, closed it, rounded the hood, climbed in, started it, put in gear, all without saying a word.
I narrowed my eyes at where he had just pulled into, not even ten minutes later.
He threw the SUV in park, climbed out, closed his door, and strode into the pharmacy.
He came out five minutes later with a plastic bag.
Ten minutes after that, he had me in the bathroom reading instructions.
I grabbed the sticks, all five of them.
Once I was done, I placed them on the counter.
And then washed my hands, and we waited.
The instructions said to wait three minutes.
But... as soon as it processed under the three-minute mark, two dark plus signs, two dark lines, pregnant, stared back at us.
Dominik looked at the instructions, then looked at me, then back down at the tests, then I was up in his arms, and he was kissing me deeply.
I had also learned that bathroom sex was the best.
Another thing I learned about Dominik.
He was a helicopter parent.
The days leading up to my doctor’s appointment were like this.
“Let me pick you up and put you into the SUV.”
“Don’t you dare lift that bag of ice.”
“How many times do I have to tell you to slow down?”
“Don’t make that, you’ll be on your feet for too long.”
And my favorite... when I took a shower, “Be careful of the water temperature.”
Also, every morning, and every night, he placed kisses on my belly, talking to him or her.
Random things.
Important things.
And when I said, “Fuck,” after I rammed my toe into the leg of the couch... the legs were removed not even thirty minutes later.
***
“When do you want to get married?” he asked.
I looked over at him, and thought about it, then I went to my calendar and scrolled back almost fourteen years.
I remembered that date.
That date that my little heart had been claimed, and I didn’t know it.
“August 15 th ,” I told him.
He lifted a brow, “That’s fucking specific.”
I smiled, “It’s the date almost twenty years ago that you smiled at me for the first time. Didn’t know it. But you claimed my heart that day.”
He froze.
I had to watch his chest to make sure he was still breathing.
And then... he moved.
I was up and in his arms, my body crushed to his, his lips on mine.
Tongues tangling.
Teeth nipping.
Hands roaming.
We were late for family dinner.
Whoops.
And by the looks we received, they all knew why.
As were Garrick and Tatum.
Cassie and Alec.
Carter and Harlee.
And even Bronson and Lila... well...