Page 41 of Accidental Theirs (Alpha Billionaire Daddies #6)

Chapter Thirty-Seven

DOMINIC

I stay out on the balcony, hoping the fresh air clears my head. If I walk in on Damien and Olivia again, I think I’ll lose it.

The sliding door opens, and I grit my teeth.

“Bash, if that’s you, for the eighth time, I don’t want a drink.”

The giggle gives Olivia away, and I turn around to face her with a stony expression, not wanting her to know what I’m thinking.

Hell, I don’t even know what I’m thinking, but it’s not good.

She crosses her arms over her chest, and I sigh.

“You can’t possibly be mad at me. I didn’t do anything!”

She pouts. “You ran.”

“I didn't run.” I look away. “I let you have your fun.”

“You could have joined.”

I shrug. “Don't always want to share.”

Olivia softens, cupping my cheek to make me look at her.

“You don't always have to share. Sometimes I’m just for you. ”

“When?”

“When we’re alone together. We still have alone time together, don’t we?”

“Not recently.” I sound pathetic and needy, but I can’t help it.

She smiles. “Then how about we plan some alone time? Tonight at my place?”

My shoulders relax. “That sounds good.”

I can’t deny that I’m getting along with Sebastian and even Damien, at times. They’re becoming more than just rivals. Friends.

I trust them with Olivia, to take care of her, and that’s strange.

I never thought I’d trust anyone but myself with her.

And now that she’s pregnant, I’m even more protective and after all, I can’t be there all the time, can I? But between the three of us...

She’s always taken care of.

I’m beginning to wonder if this is becoming a different kind of family, and it stresses me out, but there’s also this strange sense of relief.

If I’m honest, Olivia can be a lot. Especially now with the hormones.

Maybe having buffers for that would help. Maybe we’d do better; I wouldn’t leave.

I nod to both Damien and Sebastian when I leave the house, and head to the office for a few hours, and shower and nap before I have to meet Olivia at her place.

She actually wakes me from my nap by ringing the doorbell, and I snort awake, stumbling to the door.

Olivia wears a simple blue dress, one that compliments her cleavage and legs. She looks gorgeous, glowing, honestly, with the little pouch of her belly making the dress just look better, in my opinion .

I run a hand through my hair, and she laughs.

“Drunk or just sleepy?”

“Sleepy.” My voice rasps, and she shivers.

I smirk, liking that I still affect her so much. Especially when I just rolled out of bed, literally. I’m not even wearing a shirt.

“You didn’t show.”

“I'm sorry. Fell asleep.”

She bites her lip. “You want some time to get ready?”

I freeze. “Get ready?”

“I thought we’d go out. Unless you’d rather...” She trails her manicured nail across my chest. “Stay in.”

“Stay in, please.” I want her. I still want her so badly, no matter how crazy things get in my head.

She’s always able to calm me down.

I slide my arms around her waist, and she leans toward me.

“You know, we should talk.” She murmurs it against my lips, and I shake my head.

“Not now. After.”

“After wh?—”

I scoop her up in my arms, holding her by her ass and thighs. I carry her to my bedroom between kisses, desperate for her.

When I lie her down on the bed, I think about how my sheets will smell like her again.

It’s kind of torturous, knowing she’s seeing other men when I only want her, but I don’t want it to stop.

I don’t ever want to lose her again.

I slide down her body, settling between her thighs, and she spreads her legs wide, almost panting already.

She tastes clean and sweet when I lap at her clit, pumping two fingers in and out of her. She’s slick but not quite ready, and she whimpers and moans as she rocks on my fingers .

Olivia gasps as I pump my fingers deeper. “Oh, shit, I’m going to come.”

I quickly remove them, and she huffs, pouting.

I chuckle. “I only want you to come when I’m inside you, Liv.”

“Then fuck me. Fuck me, please, Dom.”

I draw in a breath at her begging, her pale green eyes looking up at me, pleading with me.

I push down my sweats and use my hand to guide myself into her, bunching her dress around her hips and shoving her panties to the side.

She gasps when I enter her, rocking her hips, and she stretches around me so tightly I have to grit my teeth.

“Dom, please.”

“Fuck, honey, I love it when you beg for my cock.”

“Please, I want it so bad. Want you to fuck me so hard.”

“Yeah? Dirty and rough, that’s the way you like it?”

I pull out and ram back into her, and she shouts, clawing at my shoulders, making the sting feel like pleasure.

I fuck her just as she likes, riding her hard, and Olivia’s breasts bounce, her mouth parted as she takes it like she needs it.

I can feel her coming as she whines, and it only takes me a few more strokes before I’m right behind her.

Olivia hugs me tightly, kissing along my jawline, and I smile and kiss her mouth before rolling off her and throwing my forearm over my eyes.

“Dom? Are you okay?”

I lift my arm to look at her, breathing hard. “Fine, I just think my soul departed my body for a minute there.”

She laughs but then frowns. “I don’t mean the sex. I mean, in general.”

I shrug. “I mean, are any of us okay? Carter Holdings might be dissolved and it might be my fault, you’re pregnant and have three baby daddies...”

“I know. It’s a lot.” Her voice softens, and she cuddles up next to me. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. None of it is your fault, Liv. You know that, right?”

She sniffles, eyes filling with tears. “I decided to sleep with all of you.”

“It was fun. A fantasy, right? You were just letting loose.”

“But now everyone’s mad at me.” She whimpers, starting to sob, and I want to laugh at her dramatics, but I know she’s hormonal, so I draw her against me, moving her hair back from her face with one hand while I rub her back with the other.

“Nobody’s mad, honey. Everyone loves you.”

“Yeah? What about the leak? It has to be somebody who’s basically family.”

She’s right about that, and I have no response, just holding her closer.

“I really hate this, Dom. I hate hurting you or them, I hate having to worry if my mother’s business is going under... I hate worrying about if the baby will be okay and who the father is...”

“It doesn’t matter.” I kiss the top of her head. “None of it matters, Olivia. What you have to decide is what you want.”

She looks up at me, biting her lip again. “And you’ll accept it? No matter what?”

I stiffen.

She means if she chooses someone else, doesn’t she?

“I guess I’ll have to, won’t I?”

“Don’t say it like that, Dom. I don’t mean...” She groans. “I don’t know what I mean. All I know is whatever happens, whoever the father is, I want you all in my life. Forever.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” I’d thought about it, of course. Leaving town, using my wealth to travel the world, forget my new career and Olivia.

But I hadn’t been able to forget about her the first time we split, and I won’t be able to do it now. I know myself better.

“You mean that?”

“I’ll prove it to you, Liv. Every day. Every hour.”

“Dom.” Her eyes shine with something other than tears. “Thank you. For all of this. I know this hasn’t been easy for you.”

It’s probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life, but I don’t tell her that. I don’t want her to feel guilty because it’s my own insecurities making me feel crazy, not her.

“I’m with you, Olivia. Whatever that looks like.”

I mean it, too.

If she chooses Sebastian or Damien, if she wants all of us, if she wants none of us.

I’m here for her in whatever capacity she lets me.