Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
SERENA
T he next morning, I wake up to the sound of an alarm chirping from my phone. I’m so tired from the previous night’s activities that I can’t bring myself to move, or even bother to open my eyes. Dom’s warm, hard body is pressed against my back, one of his big arms draped over my waist like the world’s firmest weighted blanket. Why is there even an alarm going off? It’s Saturday. Neither of us has to work. Blessedly, after a minute, the alarm stops, and my mind drifts back to sleep.
A few minutes later, the chirping resumes, and Dom lets out a sleepy, disgruntled sound. “Shutitoff.” His face is buried into the pillow behind me, so his words are muffled and barely audible. Blindly, I reach one hand out, hunting for the offending piece of technology. I crack one eye open to see that the 7:00 a.m. reminder for me to take my birth control is the reason for our disrupted sleep.
I start to wiggle out of Dom’s hold so I can go take my pill, but he clutches me to him, throwing one of his legs overtop of mine, pinning me in place. “Where do you think you’re going, Kitten?”
“I need to take my birth control. That was my reminder. I have to take it at the same time every day for it to be effective. I’ll come right back.” I try futilely to dislodge Dominick’s arm, wrapped around my waist. Is this man Wolverine? Are his bones made out of adamantium? Jesus, he’s heavy.
“Stay. It can wait.” Dominick snuggles into me and begins pressing kisses along my neck and bare shoulder. His rather large, persistent morning wood presses into the curve of my ass, making itself known.
“It’ll just take a minute. I’ll be right back.” I giggle as he nips playfully at the ticklish spot right behind my ear.
“Fine. Be quick. I’m in the mood for some lazy, spooning morning sex.” Dominick releases his hold on me before giving me a quick swat on the ass. I jump out of the bed and run to the bathroom before he changes his mind and decides to hold me hostage again.
While in the bathroom, I take the opportunity to relieve my poor, overfull bladder and brush my teeth (because, ew, morning breath and sex do not mix), before digging through my toiletry bag in search of my birth control pack. I always throw it in the same bag with my toothbrush, toothpaste and shower supplies so it doesn’t get lost in my clothes or forgotten about. But as I dig through the items in the toiletry bag and come up with everything from face wash to moisturizer but not the little pale green foil pack of pills, I begin to panic.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit…” Losing patience, I dump the contents of the bag out, desperately hoping to find the pills were just stuck in the bottom. When they don’t materialize, I let out a low, frustrated groan. “Fuuuuck…”
I take the mini pill because it has lesser side effects than the combination pill, but it comes with one major downside. I have to take it in the same three-hour window every day for it to be effective. Panic begins to set in when I think about how many times Dom and I made love last night and how many times he came inside of me.
“Everything okay in there, Kitten?” Dom calls from the bedroom.
I make my way out of the bathroom, and the panic I am feeling must be evident on my face because Dominick immediately sits up, concern etched into his handsome features.
“I think I forgot my birth control. I swear I packed it. I remember getting it out of the cabinet and setting it on top of everything in my toiletry bag…but it’s not there. It’s not there, Dom…” My heart feels like it is trying to beat its way out of my chest, and my breathing turns shallow and frantic, signaling an impending panic attack. I used to get them often after my parents’ accident, but I haven’t had one in nearly a year. Now the thought of accidentally getting pregnant while I’m already carrying so much responsibility is sending me spiraling.
Within seconds I’m wrapped up in Dom’s warm embrace, and he is rubbing soothing circles on my back, trying to calm me down. “Shh, shh, it’s okay, Kitten. It’ll be okay. I’ve got you. I’m sure one missed pill won’t be a big deal. I’ve dated women who used to forget all the time. It’s fine.”
Shaking my head, I push away from Dom to look him in the eye. “No, Dom, it’s not fine. I can’t get pregnant. Not right now. I work two jobs while going to school full time and taking care of my mom. I barely remember to feed myself some days. I am not in the place to take care of a baby.” My eyes sting with unshed tears, and I look down, not wanting him to see how close I am to losing it.
Dom cups my face in his palms and forces me to look at him. “Serena, look at me. I said it will be fine. What part of ‘you’re mine’ are you not understanding? I will take care of you no matter what. If I’m lucky enough to put a baby in your belly, then I will take care of it too. You’re not in this alone anymore. I’ve got you.” Dom pulls me back into his embrace, fully engulfing me in his hold. I don’t know how long we stay like that, but eventually he tugs me back into the bed, burying us both under the covers, me nestled into his side, using his shoulder as a pillow.
“Are you okay now, Kitten?”
I nod, letting out a little sniffle. “Yeah, I’m sorry for freaking out. You’re probably right. It’s just…been a lot the past two years, since Dad died and having to take care of Mom. Getting pregnant is absolutely not in my life plan right now.”
“I get that, Kitten. I do. But remember you have me now, and you will never have to do anything on your own again.” With those reassuring words, the panic I was feeling leaves my body, leaving me feeling more than a little exhausted. I let the soothing rhythmic beat of his heart lull me back to sleep.
Hours later, I am woken by Dom’s hot mouth licking and sucking at my breasts. He’s biting down on one peaked nipple as he pushes his rigid length into me, bringing me fully into awareness. “Dom…” His name is little more than a gasp as I become overwhelmed by the sensation of him moving inside of me.
“God, Kitten. You feel amazing when you’re so sleepy and relaxed under me. Just let me make you feel good, baby.” Dom captures my lips with his as he begins thrusting in earnest, his pelvis grinding against my clit, working in tandem with his thick cock hitting my g-spot to bring me to orgasm faster than ever I thought possible. As my walls clench around him, Dom stiffens, his release barreling through him.
“Wait, Dom, not in me!” Realization hits me almost too late when I remember we shouldn’t be having unprotected sex right now. With herculean effort, Dom pulls out in the middle of his release, spilling himself on the lips of my pussy and thighs.
“Shit, baby, I’m sorry. I was planning on pulling out, but you felt so good coming on my cock. God, you’re so perfect for me.” Leaning down, he plants a gentle kiss on my lips, coaxing me to open to him so he can lick into my mouth. Once again, I find myself overwhelmed and consumed by everything Dom and can’t remember why I should be worried about anything at all.