Dirty Dom(60)

I break our kiss and gasp for air. “I love you Dom.” Tears fall from the corner of my eyes. “I’m scared, but I fucking love you.” I shake my head as he gently grabs my face with his hands.

His forehead rests against mine as his lips barely come down to my lips. “Tell me you’ll stay with me. I promise I’ll love you till the day I die.”

“Yes, Dom. I love you. I just want to love you.” His arms wrap around my body, pressing my breasts against his hard chest.

“I love you, doll. I love you and your son, so fucking much.” My heart swells and pounds against my chest.

I know he does.





Epilogue





Epilogue: Becca

Three Years Later





My house smells like heaven. I dip the wooden spoon into the sauce and blow lightly. I don’t want to burn my tongue again like I did last time. I’m so damn impatient. I hesitantly taste it. Something’s off. My lips purse and my tongue clucks against the roof of my mouth.

“Your mother is a liar.” I narrow my eyes at Dom who smirks at me. “This is definitely not right.” He walks over to me, looking hot as hell. Bare feet, jeans and no tee shirt. His muscles ripple as he strides towards me. I don’t even bother trying to hide the fact that my eyes are glued to his body. Why should I give a fuck? If I wanna stare down my husband, I’m going to do exactly that.

His large hand wraps around mine and he takes a lick of the sauce seductively. Watching his tongue take a languid lick makes my pussy clench. I bite my bottom lip to keep in the moan as his hand travels to my hip. He gives me a cocky grin. That bastard. He knows what he’s doing. We had a quickie this morning… and this afternoon.

“It’s perfect doll, your taste buds are just all fucked up with your hormones.” He rubs my swollen belly and leans in to kiss me. I part my lips and moan into his mouth, greedily accepting his kiss. He pulls back and I’m slow to open my eyes, I’m just so tired. Not tired for sex though. My libido is ridiculous.

“Gross!” I smile and look over to the doorway of the kitchen, seeing Jax sticking his tongue out.

“Oh, yeah? I’ll remind you that kissing is gross when you get older. Only six years old, guess kissing is pretty gross to you, huh?” Dom walks back to the island, leaving me with a view of his perfect ass. He puts his hand out and Jax gives him his homework, just like he does every day.

“That’s my boy. Math is on point.” Dom shuffles through the sheets before turning to look at Jax. “Where’s English?”

“We had a substitute today,” Jax answers with his chin resting on the counter. “Did it all during free period.” I smile and turn back to stir the sauce and take another taste. I’m gonna tell her I lost it and see if she gives me the same recipe. I smirk at my thought as Jax gathers his homework.

I dump the sauce over the meatballs and put them in the oven. I’ll fry them at the end. Just like she does. They’re the restaurants best dish now that we fry them. I don’t do much now that we have the managers, but I want our sauce to be the best. And I have the final say when it comes to the details.

I brace my hands on the small of my back and stretch. This little one better drop soon. It’s getting hard to breathe.

“Alright, you hanging out with Mickey tonight?”

“Yup!” Jax answers shoving the papers into his back pack.

“Just remember-” I start, but Jax cuts him off.

“I know Mom! I’ll call when I get there.”

“Hey there, watch it.” Dom scolds Jax even though he has a smile on his face. “You be respectful to your mother.”

Jax sighs, “Sorry Mom, sorry Dad. I just must be going through something.” I have to turn and face the stove before I crack up laughing.

“Yeah, okay. Get outta here.” Dom sends him away with a smile and I finally turn around and lean against Dom.

His hands instantly go to my swollen belly, rubbing soothing circles. “How you feeling, doll?”

“Like I want this baby out.” I do. I’m so done with being pregnant.

“Two more days.” He kisses my belly. “Then finals will be done; I won’t have classes.” I smile and let out an easy sigh.

“I know Professor Valetti.” I lean down and give him a slow kiss on his lips. “This little one is already a Daddy’s girl. She’s listening to you not me.”

The baby monitor goes off on the counter, Ethan’s up. I check the clock and yup, it’s been two hours. “That was a good nap.” I yawn and pick up and see our two-year-old rolling around and playing in his crib.

He laughs a low, deep chuckle against my lips. “Thank you, doll.”