by Nora Heat
The next day, my gym is packed with people. I’m glad about it. I opened this gym seven years ago and it continues to thrive. It’s a small gym, so everyone pretty much knows everyone here. It’s only nine bucks a month, too. Can’t beat that.
I sign off on a few papers in my office, but not too long after, during a phone call, I get a knock on the door.
Naomi stands at the door with Hannah in her arms.
“Hey, John, I’ll call you right back,” I say, and then hang up. I stand, holding my hands in the air.
“What are you two doing here?” I laugh.
“We just stopped by for a quick visit,” she answers, smiling hard. “I took Hannah to the mall with me and since the gym was only a two-minute drive away, I thought I’d make your day. I also brought you lunch.” She holds up a bag from Firehouse Subs, my fucking favorite.
“Aw, damn, babe. That was sweet of you.” I take the bag and kiss her fully on the lips. Hannah giggles, like it’s the cutest thing she’s ever seen. I’m so glad she can’t talk.
“I didn’t forget about you, baby girl.” I kiss my daughter on the cheek.
“You seem busy,” Naomi says, sitting in the chair when I step around the desk. I drop down in my leather rolling chair, pulling out the sandwich. It’s my favorite turkey sandwich. It amazes me how much she knows about me — things I don’t even tell her.
“Just a little bit. We have a new supplier offering us some new weights. He’s supposed to be bringing some today for me to try out.”
“Oh. That’s cool.” She grins at me. “So what would you like for dinner?”
“I’ll take whatever you want to cook, babe. You know that.”
“Okay.” She beams, her hair curtaining her face. “I missed you last night.”
“And I missed the fuck out of you.”
“You really think they would have caught on to us if I would have left last night?”
“Barry thinks hard about shit. He would have asked you a million questions. Even I know the only person you hang out with is Julia and you told us at dinner that she was out of town.”
“Oh, yeah.” She chews on her bottom lip. “Probably should have kept my trap shut about that. I was just trying to make conversation.”
“You’ll be over tonight and you can stay for as long as you want to.”
“Good because I have a surprise for you when you get home.”
“Yeah, what’s that?” I ask when she gives me a small smile.
She stands from her seat. “You’ll see.” She walks over to me, and bends down, running her tongue from the shell of my ear, to my earlobe. “Just want to give you something to think about to get you through your day.”
I grip her hip when our faces are close and gently nip her bottom lip, listening to her moan and sigh, Hannah sitting on her hip. “Stop teasing me, Naomi. I’ll end up fucking you right here in this gym.”
She gives me a sexy smile, pulling away and walking to the door. “I would love for that to happen one day.”
“You never know.”
I watch her leave, and as soon as she’s gone, my cellphone rings.
A name pops up on the screen that I haven’t seen on my phone in months.
Annie.
Chapter Eight
Dominic
When I get home, the whole house is quiet. It’s dark in the living room, so I walk to the kitchen where the light is on. There is food on the stovetop, grilled chicken with a tomato sauce, and string beans.
I run my hands over my hair, needing a drink to take the edge off. Today was fucking terrible. Besides Naomi’s surprise visit, it was fucking awful. I need to see her.
“Naomi?” I call, but I don’t hear anything. I march up the stairs, checking Hannah’s room. Naomi isn’t here, but Hannah is sound asleep in her crib dressed in her favorite Teletubbies pajamas.
I look behind me and notice lights flickering from beneath my door. I push it open and Christ, there she is. Like dessert on a platter, ready for me to devour, lounging on the middle of my bed.
She’s wearing see-through lingerie that makes her tits pop. Her long, creamy legs glisten in the candlelight. She even has a bottle of wine on the nightstand, a glass already poured for me.
“Hi, Dom.” Her voice is sweet and sexy. She steps off the bed, handing me the glass of wine. “You look like you could use a drink.”
I sip it, watching her lower to her knees and undo my jeans.
“Christ, Naomi, you are trying to fucking kill me.” She pulls my jeans down to my ankles, and then slowly rolls my boxers down.
“Keep drinking,” she orders. “I want you to relax.”
I take another sip, and as the liquid spills down my throat, I feel her soft lips wrap around the head of my cock. She sucks the pre-cum away and I sigh.
“Damn, babe,” I whisper. “I swear you treat me like a fucking king.”
She moans with her whole mouth around my cock and starts to suck me faster, her head bobbing. I look down and her bright eyes are focused on me.
“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” I place my glass down on the TV stand to my right and then stroke her hair back. I hold her head still and she looks up at me. “I’m going to fuck your mouth. Is that okay, baby? Can you handle that?”
She eagerly bobs her head, and it turns me on so fucking much. I hold her head between my hands and plunge deep until I feel my tip hit the back of her throat. I watch her intently, fucking her pretty little mouth, my cock getting harder.
She gags, wrapping her hands around my thighs, taking it like the sexy little thing she is. It’s been a long day. A rough fucking day. I’m stressed the fuck out and I need this right now. All I need is Naomi Parker.
I slam into her mouth, my balls slapping on her chin, and then I draw out, letting her head go to grab her arm.
I pick her up and bend her over, ordering her to hold the edge of the bed. As soon as I see her pretty, pink pussy, I bend over, licking up and down, wanting the taste of her all over my tongue.
I suck her clit, sliding my tongue through her smooth folds. She even got waxed for me. She’s so fucking perfect.
I can’t hold off anymore. I stroke my cock and eat her pussy, listening to her moans fill the bedroom. Fuck, my cock is so hard and heavy in my hand. I can’t fucking help it. I get so fucking hard for her. My beard is going to be coated in her nectar and I don’t even give a fuck. I want to smell like her. I want her sweet innocence all over me.
“Fuck me, Dom,” she pleads. “I want to feel your cock, baby. Please.”
Shit, those are the magic words. That’s all I needed to hear. I stand up straight, putting her knees on the edge of the bed too. She slides forward, her body folded in half, that beautiful pussy on display for me.
Holding her hip with one hand and using the other to grip the base of my cock, I slide my cock through her warm lips, teasing.
“How bad do you want my cock in your pussy?” I run the tip through the lips of her pussy, teasing her.
“So bad,” she whimpers.
“How bad do you want me to fuck you?”
“I want you to fuck me so hard, Dom. I’ve wanted you all day.”
“I’ve wanted you too, baby.” I push only the head in and it’s enough to make her gasp. “I won’t hold back. I need to fuck out some stress. That cool with you?”
She nods her head. “Yes.”
“Good.” After those words escape me, I thrust my whole cock in, gripping her hips with both hands. Her pussy is my stress reducer tonight. I hold her waist tight and sink my cock in and out.
“Fuck, I need this, Naomi. You don’t understand how bad I need it.” I hit a tender spot, making her moan even louder. I toss my head back, drilling into her young, soaking wet pussy. She’s dripping all over the front of my thighs. “You stay wet for me.”
“I can’t help it,” she breathes.
“I know.” I bring a hand around and slide my middle finger through. I drag it back
up, swirling the pad of it around her swollen clit. With just the soft touch of my finger on her clit, she writhes below me, especially when I press my chest on her back and sink my cock deeper into her wet cunt.
“Oh, God!” she cries out. “Please,” she begs. “Please.” I can bet money she’s begging me to make her come. I draw my cock out, move her onto her back, and immediately sink my middle finger into her pussy, my mouth sealing around her clit. I suck on it until I feel her legs lock around my head. My finger is hitting her G-spot, and not too long after, I feel the heat of her release.
“Oh, Dom!” she screams, but I keep licking her sweet pussy. I pull my finger out and suck her cum away, and then I’m between her legs, thrusting in deep, making her back arch.
Just the sight of her, so out of control while she’s wrapped around my cock, is enough to get me going.
“Fuck, I’m close,” I pant, holding her ass and lifting her up. I grind harder, making her milk my cock.
Her palms run up and down my chest, and then she pulls me down so my chest is flat on hers. Her legs are locked around my waist, and before I know it, I’m coming. Hard.
“Fuckkk, Naomi!”
She sucks on my neck, letting me finish off inside her. I can feel my cock pulsing, her walls squeezing me, drawing out my release.
“Shit.” I collapse on top of her, but not too much to crush her. I’m still between her legs, my cock limp between her clenched walls. “That was fucking great.” I kiss her lips, and then her chin.
“I can tell you needed that,” she murmurs.
“I did.”
“Why?” she asks softy.
I look away, focused on one of the candles. “If I tell you, it might upset you.”
“Try me,” she challenges, stroking my beard.
I sit up, and she does too. She slides closer, kissing my upper arm. I kiss the back of her knuckles, and stare into her eyes.
“Naomi, right after you left, someone I never wanted to see again showed up at the gym.”
She blinks rapidly, batting those thick eyelashes. “Who?” she whispers, but I can tell she already knows the answer.
I hold her gaze. “It was Annie. She wants me and Hannah back.”
Chapter Nine
Naomi
I stare at Dom in shock.
“Annie?” I repeat. “Your ex-wife, Annie?”
“Yes, and she’s technically not my ex-wife. I . . . never filed for divorce.”
“Why not?” I ask, my heart not aching.
“I don’t know. I always thought she would come back and shit would get better. That was before — months ago. I guess I was too weak to go through with it . . . or waiting for her to do it so I wouldn’t have to.”
I swallow a thick lump, but it hurts going down. My throat is dry, my mind boggled. “Why would she show up now? Did she call you or get in touch with you in some way?”
“She called me, but I ignored it. Then she just she showed up an hour later. I haven’t talked to her since she left us. Seeing her was a complete surprise to me. I honestly didn’t even know what the fuck to say.”
“What did she say to you?”
“She said that she missed me, and that she wants to see Hannah. That she wants her old life back, but I told her fuck that. She ran off with another man. I know it. I can feel it. She had new, fancier clothes. She even looked different. She ran off to be with someone rich.”
“I’m sorry, Dom.” I grab his hand. “Are you . . . considering letting her see Hannah?”
“She’s her mother,” he sighs, running a hand over his hair. “I can’t do that to Hannah. Annie’s not a bad person. She’s just really fucking stupid sometimes. She was never good at making decisions. Now she’s got what she wants, but she’s miserable. The guy probably isn’t even what she thought he would be.”
I drop my head, but he tilts my chin.
“Hey, listen,” he coos. “I don’t want her back, Naomi. All right? She can see Hannah, but I told her it would only be this once. I also told her I don’t want her back, that I’m with someone else.”
“You did?” My heart doubles in speed, my smile stretching wide.
“Yes.” He grabs my hand and squeezes it. “I did.”
“So when is she coming to see her?”
“Tomorrow morning.”
“Oh.” I chew on my bottom lip. “Do you want me to be here?”
“Stay the night with me.” He grabs my waist and picks me up, placing me on top of his lap. His cock hardens between my legs. “I want her to know that Hannah has been well taken care of without her. She never should have left my beautiful baby girl to begin with. And she better not fight to get custody of her. I will shut that shit down in a heartbeat.”
I smile, finding it so sexy when he gets protective of his daughter. “I believe you.”
“So you’ll stay?” he asks.
“Yes.” I hold his face in my hands. “I’ll stay.”
“Good.” He flips me onto my back and with no hesitation at all, buries his cock inside me again with a slow, easy shift up. “Because I need you, Naomi. I need and want you more than any woman in this fucking world.”
Chapter Ten
Naomi
I have all kinds of jitters right now.
I’m making breakfast for Dom, whipping up a quick omelet while the coffee is brewing. He’s sitting at the counter feeding Hannah, but I see the worry on his face.
He’s not worried about himself. He’s worried about Hannah.
I place the omelet in front of him.
“Hey,” I call, and he looks at me with round brown eyes. “It will be okay.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Let me take over while you eat.”
He nods and moves to the stool to the right. I sit where he was and finish feeding Hannah. As soon as Dom finishes his omelet and mug of coffee, the doorbell rings.
My eyes go wide and Dom stands, looking at me and then briefly at Hannah. He kisses my forehead. “Breathe. It will be okay.” He says it, but I think he’s telling himself that more than anything.
He walks for the door and I clean Hannah up quickly, taking off her bib and picking her up out of her highchair. Dom is at the door and as soon as he pulls it open, I see Annie.
I remember exactly how she looked when she’d come by our house for dinners. I remember her most when she was pregnant and Dom ran over to our house to fill my parents in on the good news. Back then, my crush on Dom was pretty small, but it was still there, and knowing she was pregnant made me kind of envious.
But, still, I was happy for him. I was happy because he was happy. And as soon as Hannah was born, I fell in love with her and her head full of curly red hair.
She gets her hair color from her mother, though Annie’s is much redder. Her olive skin seems to have been kissed by the sun, like she lives on a beach. She’s wearing a silky lavender blouse beneath a white suit jacket, and matching pants. It’s casual, but still shows off her curves. Her hair is beautifully done, pulled back into a tight bun, not a strand of hair is astray as she waltzes right in.
Annie has always been beautiful, her makeup always flawless, but what I remember most is how snooty she was. She was very full of herself, which made it no surprise when she disappeared on Dom and Hannah. She used to complain about needing more money to shop. Money to go out with her friends. Money for a babysitter, which turned out to be me. Sometimes I think she only got pregnant because she was bored and to keep Dom from leaving.
Too bad she’s the one who left.
“Good morning, Dominic,” she greets, stepping past him, already searching for Hannah. As soon as she sees Hannah in my arms, she gasps and rushes towards me.
“Oh, hi, my baby!” She immediately sticks her hands out.
My hold on Hannah tightens and Annie gives me a slight frown. I look over at Dom who simply nods his head. Reluctantly, I let Hannah go.
“Oh, you are still so gorgeous,” she singsongs. Hannah looks at
Annie with a frown as if she has no idea who this woman is.
Dom shuts the door and walks to the sofa.
“You’re Barry’s daughter, right?” Annie asks me.
“Yes.” I try not to sound too bitter about it.
“You’ve filled out,” she notes, sweeping me up and down with her eyes and then glancing over at Dom. She gives me her back and then takes a seat in the single recliner across from Dom.
“So, Dominic, have you thought about it?”
“Thought about what?”
“Will I be getting my time with her?” she asks. “I want her every weekend. I’ll drive the three hours to pick her up and take her to my place if I have to. You won’t have to worry about meeting me halfway or anything.”
Dom frowns. “No, Annie. You’re not taking her anywhere with you.”
Annie straightens her back, holding Hannah tighter. “She’s my daughter, too, Dominic. You can’t just keep her away from me.”
“Oh, I didn’t keep her away from you. You walked away, turned your back on your own daughter just so you could become . . . this. Whatever the fuck this is.”
“Watch your mouth around her,” she hisses.
“Oh, shut the hell up, Annie. Don’t tell me what to do or say around my daughter.” He walks forward, glaring down at her. “The only reason you’re here is because I was being nice. After this, you won’t be seeing her anymore.”
“Then I’ll file for custody,” she challenges. “You can’t keep me away from her.”
“Go ahead. We both know you won’t win. You walked away and shacked up with some rich motherfucker. That’s neglect. Unlike you, I’ve been here, providing for Hannah every day, even before she was born.”
Like she knows he’s right, Annie lets out a sharp breath, and then looks at me. I look away, arms folded. “I’m only asking for weekends with my daughter, Dominic. That’s it.”
“No,” he snarls.
“Dom,” I murmur when I see the tears line the rims of her eyes. It’s raw, sheer sorrow. I’ve never been a fan of Annie. Ever. And it was so fucked up of her to walk away like that, but I can tell she really cares about Hannah. What she did is unforgivable, but he has to think about Hannah too. She needs her mother, whether he agrees or not. Every girl does.
