Page 47 of Accidental Theirs (Alpha Billionaire Daddies #6)

Chapter Forty-Three

DOMINIC

Am I really going to Damien’s hospital room to visit him of my own volition? Nobody’s forcing me to do this, bringing a stupid ‘get well’ balloon.

When I arrive at the valet, Sebastian’s red sports car is in front of me, and I know he had the same idea.

“Fancy meeting you here,” he drawls.

I chuckle as I throw my keys to the valet. “If you’re thinking of scoring points for Olivia?—”

“Everything I do isn’t about Olivia. I’m here to see Damien.”

They eventually decided to keep him overnight, just to be sure there are no signs of infection.

He’s not pressing charges against Roland for the shooting, but Olivia reported him for theft. They’re working on getting her money back to her.

The thing is, five million dollars would be a drop in the bucket for any of us three.

Roland only had to come to us and ask.

It’s sad, what it’s all come to.

And Olivia has been so stuck on Damien that she can’t see straight, ever since she found out he got hurt. Usually, I’d be jealous. Furious.

But he saved my life. I can’t exactly complain.

Besides, I’m sort of coming around to him. He’s smart, has a good head on his shoulders, and he clearly cares about Olivia.

“You’re getting soft.” Sebastian points to the balloon, and I scoff.

“It’s just a balloon.”

We walk into Damien’s hospital room together, and I’m shocked not to see Olivia sitting by his side.

Damien gives us a tight smile. “She’s at the cafeteria. She said the baby’s craving pickles.”

Sebastian laughs. “As long as she doesn’t mix it with ice cream.”

“I wouldn’t put it past her.”

Sebastian sits in the chair next to the bed while I remain standing.

Damien looks at the both of us. “I’m surprised you two came.”

Sebastian raises an eyebrow. “Surprised? We’re friends, aren’t we?”

“Are we?”

I huff out a breath. “You saved my life. I think that makes us friends.”

Damien smiles widely. “That’s good. Olivia will be pleased.”

“Shit, I’m pleased,” Sebastian points out. “You two butting heads has stressed me out over the last few weeks.”

“I don’t understand you,” I say to Sebastian, crossing my arms over my chest. “What, you never get jealous?”

He shrugs. “Of course, I do. But I’m older than you are. I know jealousy is just my own insecurities. I’m possessive, that’s different. ”

“What’s the difference?” Damien asks curiously.

I think I know what he’s going to say, but I let him speak.

“She’s ours,” he says simply, surprising me. “Olivia can be mine when she’s with me and yours when she’s with you.”

I blink. “You think that’s how it works?”

“It is how it works,” Damien says in an almost awestruck voice. “He’s right, Dom. We all love her. There’s no point in denying that anymore.”

Sebastian flushes, an uncommon thing for him, but he doesn’t protest.

“So, what are you suggesting?” I drop my arms, trying to get used to the situation.

I want Olivia. I want her no matter what, no matter if she chooses me. So, I’m open to different suggestions.

“I’m suggesting we all be with her. Just like before, but just... official.”

I scoff. “She’s not going to go for that.”

But even as I say it, I think I’m wrong.

Olivia is so sweet, has such a big heart. She has a lot of love to give.

Who am I to hold her back?

“I think she will.” Sebastian stands up. “How are you feeling, Damien?”

He changes the subject like there’s nothing further to discuss, but my head is spinning.

Olivia. With all of us.

Is that so bad? What do we do, play rock paper scissors to figure out time with her?

I guess the particulars don’t matter.

We have to talk to her. We have to tell her how we feel.

“We need to talk to her separately,” I point out, and Damien and Sebastian both look at me, surprised.

Sebastian’s eyes are wide. “You’re actually going to go for this? ”

“I love her. I’d do anything for her.” It’s the truth.

“Then you’re right. We need to talk to her separately, figure out what we each want. And then...”

“Together,” Damien answers.

All three of us are somehow on the same page, after months of jealousy and competition.

How can that be possible?

I need a drink.

“I need a drink,” Sebastian mutters, and I stare at him like he’s read my mind.

“No drinks for me. I’ve got an IV full of fun stuff.” Damien shakes the dripping line attached to his arm.

I laugh. I turn toward Sebastian. “You want to go for a beer?”

“My place. I’m getting drunk .”

I nod. “I second that.”

It’s not the first time I’ve gone out drinking with Sebastian, but it seems different when I arrive at his place an hour later, more friendly.

Sebastian opens his penthouse door, and I really pay attention to the opulent apartment, mouth open.

“How much did this place cost?”

“Twelve million.”

I choke on air. “I need that drink now.”

He chuckles. “You act like you don’t have money.”

I shrug. “I live out of a suitcase, honestly. I just have never been one of those homebodies. I’m a rolling stone.”

“Oh yeah? How does that work with you and Olivia? She’s a real homebody.”

“We make it work.” There’s an edge of defense to my voice. “I’ll travel. That’s what I save all my money for.”

“I feel like it’s a tequila night. I have some imported from Mexico.”

“Of course, you do. ”

Sebastian chuckles. “I live within my means. I just happen to have a lot of means.”

“You were one of those guys born with a silver spoon in his mouth, right?”

He grins. “That’s me. I’m the baby of my family, and I’ve been spoiled financially and emotionally my whole life.”

“Lucky.”

“It’s not everything.” He looks longingly at a photo of a smiling woman on his coffee table, a small Polaroid.

I gesture to it. “She was your wife?”

He freezes but then relaxes, swallowing visibly. “That’s my Sophie.”

It feels tense in the room suddenly, and I wonder what’s going on in Sebastian’s head.

“Never thought I’d ever love anyone again.”

He seems to almost be talking to himself, and I don’t respond as he pours me a tequila on the rocks.

I take a sip, and it’s sweet and tangy, barely burning down my throat.

“This is delicious.”

“Comes from a little town in Mexico. My father found it, and I’ve been buying from there ever since. Import costs are a bitch, though.”

“Well, you have the means.”

He grins. “I certainly do.”

He clinks his glass with mine and chugs back half of it while I’m still sipping.

“Are you okay?”

Do I care? Do I really want to get into Sebastian’s head?

If it helps Olivia, I do.

Sebastian has been the holdout all this time, continually saying that he doesn’t want a relationship, that he’s just going to be there for Olivia.

But the way he looks at her.. .

“Sure, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’re full of shit.”

My blunt words make him choke on his tequila, and he coughs.

“What?”

“You’re full of shit. You’re in love with her, aren’t you?” I step toward him, and he tilts his chin up, not backing down.

“Are you going to hit me?”

I groan. “No, I’m not going to hit you. I’m just trying to figure out where you stand with Olivia.”

“Why do you care? You don’t want this.”

“You don't know what I want. And besides, I want Olivia happy. She won’t be happy if you don’t fall in line.”

“Fall in line? So, I have to do this now?” He finishes his drink and pours another, splashing some in my glass, too.

“Nobody said that. But I know that she’ll be upset.”

“You think so?” He looks down into his glass, swirling the amber liquid around.

“I know so. I know my girl.”

“ Our girl.”

I stare at him. “You mean that? You’re in this?”

“I’m in it.” He pauses, rubbing a hand across his face. “I’m in it so fucking deep.”

“So, you do care about her.”

“Of course, I do. But I’ve only ever been with Sophie long-term. Everything else has just been a blur of trying to forget. Opening my heart again... it’s not easy.”

“Nothing worth doing ever is, Sebastian.”

I’m seriously giving advice to one of my main competitors. I’m keeping him in line, keeping him with Olivia.

Why am I doing this?

Because I love her. Because she’s everything to me, but maybe she’s like a hurricane. One man can’t contain that.

“I’ll talk to her. ”

That’s all he says on the matter, even after three more drinks, but he does talk about Sophie.

“She was so beautiful.” His words slur around the edges. “So much fun. Like Olivia, but not quite. They’re so different.”

I let him babble, drunk in my own right. “I’m crashing on your couch tonight.”

“Oh, sure, there are blankets and pillows in the linen closet.” He waves a hand as if he couldn’t care less.

I start setting up the couch, stumbling slightly when I stand up too suddenly.

“Do you think we go on?”

I’m surprised by his words because he’d gone silent, and I was wondering if he’s gonna puke. He’d had at least two more drinks than me, and I feel nauseous.

“What?”

“After we die. Do you think there’s an afterlife, and Sophie’s waiting for me?”

“No. At least not like that.” I shake my head. “I think we go on, but it’s like... through a veil. They just watch us. Want the best for us.”

At least that’s what I’d told myself when I lost my grandfather, who I’d gone fishing with every Sunday for my whole childhood.

“Do you think she’d be happy? About Olivia? I hate the thought of her being upset with me, watching on, hating it.”

“She’d love Olivia, I’m sure.” I don’t know anything about the woman, but my head hurts and I’m emotionally exhausted.

“She really would,” he says softly, and then retires to his room without another word.

I wish I could be a fly on the wall for his conversation with Olivia.

It’s two days before I can talk to Olivia.

She went home with Damien, practically moving in to take care of him, but now she’s finally back at her place.

I don’t bother to shoot her a text before heading over, thinking I may lose my nerve.

She opens the door in one of my old t-shirts and nothing else, her hair piled in a messy bun on top of her head. She looks amazing in my eyes.

“Dom? I didn’t know you were coming over.” She smiles at me, though, so I can tell she’s not annoyed.

“Needed to see you.”

“Are you drunk?”

I shake my head. “Stone cold sober.”

I’d been hungover enough to swear off booze after hanging out with Sebastian, but I don’t say that.

This isn’t about Sebastian. This is about me and Olivia.

“I love you,” I burst out, and Olivia blinks at me.

“Dominic—”

“Liv, I love you. I’m so in love with you I can’t see straight. I want us to get back together.”

She bites her lip. “But, Dom... everything’s so complicated...”

“I don’t care. I just want you. I’ll do anything, Liv. Anything you want. You want me to buy a house? You got it.”

She giggles wildly, her face conflicted. “You’d buy a house for me?”

“I’d do anything for you, Olivia.”

“What about Damien? And Sebastian? And the baby...”

I clap a hand over her mouth, and she makes a muffled noise of protest.

I look down into her eyes.

“I don’t care about them right now. All I care about is me and you. This is just our time, right now. You’re mine right now.”

“Oh.”

Arousal burns on her face.

“Say it,” I demand. “Say you’re mine.”

She looks up at me almost innocently. Little minx.

“I'm yours. I’m yours, Dominic. I always have been.”

I scoop her up in my arms bridal style, and she squeals. I take her immediately to the bedroom, slowly taking off her clothes.

“You’re such a tease.” She whines as I kiss down her calf, drawing off her panties.

“You love it.”

She doesn’t deny it, spreading her thighs eagerly, and I look down at her glistening sex.

“Fuck, look at you, all wet for me. So fucking beautiful.”

“Dom, please, please touch me.”

She wants it so bad. She’s trembling all over, and I wouldn’t deny her anything.

I run my hands up her thighs, spreading them even further open and leaning down to press my face against her sex, nearly inhaling her musky, sweet scent.

Olivia cries out my name, putting her fingers in my hair and grinding against my face.

I moan against her, hardening in my slacks.

She’s always so hot for me, so ready to take it.

“Are you wanting to get fucked, Liv? Want to forget all about everything and just come?”

“Yes. Yes, Dom, please...”

Her voice is whiny and sexy, and it just makes my dick twitch.

I need her right now, but I’m going to make sure she’s nice and ready for me .

I lap at her clit idly, slowly inserting one finger and then two, angling them up to hit her sweet spot.

She gasps, rocking her pelvis against my face.

I dig in, eating her out like she’s a four-course meal, pumping my fingers in and out of her as I assault her clit.

She babbles nonsense, pulling my hair, and by the time I come up for air, she’s clenched around my fingers twice.

“Dom, I need you.”

“Need what, honey?”

“I need you inside me. Need you to fuck me, Dom, like you mean it.”

“You asked for it,” I grunt, licking a stripe up her pussy once before sitting up on my knees and freeing myself from my slacks.

Her eyes are hungry on my cock, and I smirk slightly.

“You want a taste?” I tip it toward her.

Her mouth parts, and she sits up, leaning down to take the head of my cock into her mouth.

I hiss in a breath as she starts to take more of me, bobbing her head.

I didn’t know she’d go so hard, that she’d suck me like her life depended on it.

I gather her hair into a ponytail and tug her up with a groan.

“I’m going to come in your mouth if you keep that up, Liv.”

She whines, but then she gets up on all fours, turning back to look at me.

“Fuck, you know what that does to me, having you all up in the air for me.”

She wiggles her ass, and I chuckle, putting a firm hand on her hip and guiding myself into her.

I’m already slick from her saliva, but she envelops me with such hot walls that it makes me gasp .

She moans so loud her neighbors will surely complain, pushing back against me, rolling her hips.

I let my hand fall on her left ass cheek and she startles, moaning.

“Be still for a minute, honey. I want you to get used to me.”

“But I want you to fuck me,” she whimpers.

“Patience, baby girl.” I stare down at her ass, trying not to blow.

She finally stills, and I take a deep breath, pushing into her deeper and starting a slow, steady pace.

Olivia’s losing her mind, nearly keening as I fuck her, slamming her ass against my pelvis.

I reach around to put my thumb on her clit, and she explodes around me, clenching so tightly I can only manage a few more thrusts before spilling inside her.

“Jesus,” she breathes. “That might be the hottest sex we’ve ever had.”

“Makeup sex is the best sex,” I slur, exhausted.

I haven’t been sleeping well since the whole leak situation started, and now that it’s handled, I’m tired.

She doesn’t respond but puts her head on my chest, and that’s enough for me.