Page 58 of Always You
He licks his lips as he pecks kisses all over my face. “How about I go home, change, I’ll grab some coffee and doughnuts and come back. We can go do something, anything you two want.”
A beaming smile shines across my face. “That sounds perfect.”
He stands his naked ass up to get dressed.
“Oh, there’s something I need to tell you.”
“What is it, baby?”
“Your mom dropped by.”
He growls. “When?” He slips his shirt on and frowns.
“A couple of hours before you came over.”
Shit, he’s pissed.
“What the fuck did she say? She didn’t mess with you. Did she?”
“She was pissed and wants me to stay away from you. Said I’m a nuisance.”
His jaw twitches. “Baby, you are everything to me. You’re my world. Don’t let her push you away.” He slips his pants on. He raises an eyebrow scrutinizing me. “Baby, don’t listen to her. I’ll take care of it.”
I nod, blowing out a stream of air.
“I’ll be back, baby. I’ll tell her not to come here again.” He kisses my cheek and heads out while I lay in bed memorizing last night. The way he worshiped my body—hours of lovemaking.
“Mommy,” Dante calls out.
Oh, shit, I’m still naked.
“Hold on, baby, be right there.” I throw on some shorts and a shirt. I open the door to find my little guy standing there with his hair ruffled up and groggy.
“Where’s Daddy? Did he leave?”
“He went to his house, but he will be back in a bit, okay?”
He sighs dramatically. “Okay, I want him to live with us like Josh’s parents they live together. Are you going to get married?”
Oh jeez. I wasn’t expecting that question to pop up this soon. I scratch my head thinking how to answer him.
“Baby no, not right now. Daddy has his house, and he can come to visit anytime, okay? We can visit him as well. As for marriage that’s not happening right now. Maybe later, okay? Let’s not worry about it. How about you brush your teeth, let’s get you ready for the day?”
“Okay, Mommy.”
eighteen
DOMINIC
Acool draft of air brushes past me causing a chill in the air. October has always been my favorite month; leaves falling and pumpkin spice. I’ve been a sucker for anything pumpkin spice since Mila introduced me to it six years ago. Mainly because it always reminded me of her. I’ve never been the sentimental type, but Mila brought me to my knees. From the first day I glanced at her, I was a goner. Her beautiful emerald eyes can cast a spell on you. Last night was fucking amazing, I bite my lip, just thinking about it. Savoring her taste, reclaiming her. Her beautiful body is spread out for me to glorify. The way her body responded to mine, molded herself onto mine, the longing in her eyes.
She’s everything I dreamt of and more. The tattoo rose with my name was enough to have me come right on her breasts. These past years, the only thing that gives me consolation is my name was imprinted on her body. My name on her skin is like a staked claim to ward off any of those men in her past– touching what was mine. When they viewed and tasted what is etched on her beautiful cream skin. Especially that fucking shithead Brian. I fucked her so hard she whimpered in pleasure.
“Get out of the way, asshole.”
Aww, fuck.I hadn’t realized I’m blocking the entrance to Lee’s Bakery.
“Fuck you shithead,” I yell at the dude on the bike. I walk in.
