Taking Chances (The Chances and Choices Duology - Book 1 of 2 - Contemporary Romance)

by Omasta, Ann

  When I saw Courtney walk into the shop and Annie stepped forward, I knew they were staging some sort of intervention. I didn’t want either of them to worry, and I was touched that they both cared so much; but I wasn’t ready to be my usual, perky self. I tried to come up with some words to let them know that I would be okay, but that I needed some time to heal.

  “You know we love you.” It was Courtney who spoke. “But you have to snap out of this funk.” She moved to put her arms around both of us and we stood in a three-way hug. The store was empty of customers, so we were able to speak freely.

  “Maybe the three of us should have a fun night together. We could rent a movie, order pizza and drink martinis at my place.” It was Annie’s idea. She turned to Court and asked, “Do you think Joe would give you the evening off?”

  “I’m sure I can work it out. I’ll see if one of the other girls can cover my shift. It sounds fun.”

  I started to nod in agreement, but all I could think about was that I was suddenly overly warm. Sweat broke out on my lip and my stomach started roiling. I tried to swallow away the nausea, but still knew without a doubt that I was going to vomit. I couldn’t make it to the restroom in the back, so I ran to the trash receptacle behind the counter and retched into that.

  Once I was finished, I said, “Sorry you had to witness that. I must be coming down with some kind of flu bug.”

  I saw the concerned look that Courtney and Annie shared. Court said gently, “Ab, there aren’t many flu bugs going around right now.”

  I wondered what she was getting at as I put a hand to my forehead and said, “Maybe it was something I ate.”

  Both of them moved to face me on the other side of the counter. Annie looked at Court before asking delicately, “Is there any chance you could be pregnant?”

  I shook my head automatically. “I can’t get pregnant.” It hurt my feelings that they would ask me this, when they both knew how much I had longed for a baby during my marriage.

  Courtney talked slowly when she responded, as if speaking to a young child. “You think you can’t get pregnant because it didn’t happen during your marriage to that pinkie-dicked, cheating scumbag.”

  “Right.” I drew my words out slowly like she had. “His new woman is pregnant, so I was clearly the one with the fertility problem during our marriage.”

  “Unless that skanky ho-bag cheated on him.” Court’s words made my mind reel. I hadn’t considered that possibility.

  I shook my head, trying to process. Could I be pregnant? I had been tired and emotional, but I thought it was just due to my love life being in the toilet and possibly a severe case of PMS. Was my period late? I tried to focus on the date and calculate how long it had been since my last menstruation.

  “Whoa, whoa here. Let’s not go jumping to crazy conclusions, just because I threw up once.”

  They looked at each other, and I could tell they were both thinking the same thing. “Did you use any protection?” It was Annie who voiced the question out loud.

  “No, I didn’t think I could get pregnant.” I almost screeched the answer. That was the true answer for why I hadn’t used protection with Seth; but embarrassingly, I had been so hot for Sam that the thought of needing protection hadn’t even crossed my mind before jumping his bones. How could I have been so ridiculously irresponsible?

  Suddenly, my stomach sank. If I am indeed pregnant, how will I know who the father is? I voiced the fear aloud. “I slept with identical twins within a week of each other.” The idea made me cringe with shame. I winced, but continued. “If I’m pregnant one of them is the father and one is the uncle, but how will we determine which is which?”

  By the looks on Courtney and Annie’s faces, I could see that I was the last one to come to this realization. For once, Annie was the voice of reason. “Okay, let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. You might not even be pregnant, and if you are, they might have some new-fangled paternity testing that will tell you who the father is.”

  “They are identical twins. They have identical DNA.” My eyes were open wide as I said the words. I was stunned by my own stupidity. How could I have let this happen?

  “They can probably pinpoint the exact time of conception.” Courtney reassured me. “Let’s find out for sure if you’re even pregnant before we go worrying about any kind of paternity testing.”

  Her words made sense, but I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I numbly went through the process of buying the test kit at the pharmacy and peeing on the stick, but the little plus sign only verified what I already knew. I was pregnant, and one of the Davis twins was the father, but which one?

  Keep reading to take a Sneak Peak at the first chapter of the second half of Abby’s story,

  “Making Choices”

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  Making Choices Chapter 1 – Sneak Peak

  He tipped his head back to look deeply into my eyes as he entered me. His beautiful green eyes were slightly obscured by his thick, black eyelashes. I watched his pupils dilate, almost hiding the sea foam green rims, as he pressed his impressive length into me. I relished the thought that my body excited him. His body’s physical reactions proved that he wanted me, desired me.

  We were on my bed, completely naked, our bodies melded together. He was heavy on top of me, and it felt glorious. My body was on fire, my skin burning in each spot where we touched. It wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I entwined my body completely around his, wrapping my arms and legs tightly around him, pulling him closer, deeper.

  I lifted my head to brush tender kisses along his neck and trailed my tongue along his collarbone. I caught a glimpse of us in the mirror of my rarely used vanity where I kept the stash of makeup that I applied only on special occasions. We looked like one entity. His skin was a few shades darker than mine. The disparity of our skin tone was the only clue as to where he ended and I began.

  He caught me looking at us. He stopped moving as we both looked at our sensual reflection in the large mirror. “We look amazing together, Abby, like we are meant to be connected to each other. Here,” he reached a hand down between us to rub over my swollen clitoris. “And here,” he moved his hand up to cover my heart.

  I watched the reflection of my nipples hardening, reacting to the nearness of his palm. He saw it too, and smoothed his hand down along my bare skin to brush over one of the hard nubs. My mouth fell open with the wonderful sensation of it.

  My eyelids were heavy with desire, but I managed to keep them open, looking at our images in the mirror. We both watched, mesmerized as he rolled my nipple between his index finger and thumb. I let out a cry of pleasure as the initial waves of ecstasy began to course through me.

  He eased slowly in and out of me as we watched. It was like being voyeurs at our own hot sex show. The intensity of it was almost overwhelming. I couldn’t tear my eyes away, and from the looks of it, neither could he.

  My hands slid over his damp skin as he slowly circled his hips over me. I reached down to cup his firm butt and yanked it towards me, making us both grown with pleasure. “I love watching us fuck.” I whispered the naughty words near his ear, completely turned on.

  He stopped his movement and turned from the mirror to look down at me. “Look at me, Abby,” he commanded. When I complied, he gazed deeply into my eyes as he said, “this is so much more to me than fucking, Ab. Please tell me you feel it too.”

  “I feel it,” I responded honestly, returning his direct gaze. His eyes softened as he dipped his head down to kiss me on the lips. The kiss started out achingly tender, but quickly grew in intensity. His tongue hungrily ravaged my mouth as his huge dick plunged into me. We became desperate for each other as our bodies frantically ground together. I couldn’t get enough of him. No matter how much he gave, I still wanted more.

  I needed release, but I didn’t want this to end. He moved his lips to my ear, panting as he said the words. “I love you, Abby.” That was a
ll it took to send me flying over the edge. My hips were bucking, and my body was milking him as I cried out and pleasure pulsed through me. My contractions squeezed his thick cock as he moved over me, and he exhaled my name as he released his seed deep inside me.

  I knew that I was dreaming, caught somewhere between the state of sleeping and being awake. I wanted to stay in this fabulous dreamland where the reality of my confusing situation didn’t exist, where I knew exactly who I wanted and he wanted me back, where I felt loved.

  I fought to stay on the brink of sleep, even as my brain started to become aware. I tried to go back to my perfect dream, but it was already fading. I desperately attempted to return to it. My subconscious had made a choice between the Davis twins. It knew which man I truly wanted to be with in the deepest reaches of my soul, and I needed to find out.

  I fought my way back to the dream by picturing us lying together spent, exhausted from ravaging each other. His penis was still inside me, connecting us. He was dead weight on top of me. I rubbed my fingers gently along his strong back.

  Who was I with in my dream? I needed to know. Was it sweet, kind, caring, tender Seth Davis? Or was it his darker, more dangerous, more sensuous identical twin brother Sam Davis? They were both wonderful men. I would be lucky to have either of them, but which one did I truly want? I had to find out before I became fully awake.

  The shoulder scar was the easiest way to tell who the man in my dream was. Sam had a scar on his shoulder from saving his twin during a swimming accident on the lake. Seth didn’t have a scar. I eased my hand up to my dream partner’s shoulder.

  I didn’t feel anything. Would I feel it, if it were there, though? I wasn’t certain if Sam’s scar was raised. I didn’t remember feeling it before. I knew that it was visible, though. I had seen it. I turned towards the mirror and strained to see his shoulder. The mirror was on the opposite side of where the scar would be, so it was difficult to see the correct area.

  I lifted my head, craning my neck, trying to see the right spot. I peered around trying to get a clear view, but the area I needed to see was just out of sight.

  Suddenly, my eyes flew open, and I was fully awake. I hadn’t been able to glimpse the area of shoulder that I needed for confirmation, but I knew without a doubt whether I had wanted to see the scar or not.

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  About the Author – Ann Omasta

  These bios are generally rather dry, so I thought I'd shake up the format a little bit. Here are ten not-so-interesting tidbits about me:

  1. I despise whipped cream. There, I admitted it in writing. Let the ridiculing begin.

  2. Even though I have lived as far south as Key Largo, Florida and as far north as Maine, I landed in the middle.

  3. If I don't make a conscious effort not to, I will drink nothing but tea morning, noon and night. Hot tea, sweet tea, green tea - I love it all.

  4. There doesn't seem to be much in life that is better than coming home to a big dog who is overjoyed to see me. My other family members usually show significantly less enthusiasm about my return.

  5. Singing in my bestest, loudest voice does not make my family put on their happy faces. This includes the big, loving dog referenced above.

  6. Yes, I am aware that bestest is not a word.

  7. Dorothy was right. There's no place like home.

  8. All of the numerous bottles in my shower must be lined up, with their labels facing out. It makes me feel a little like Julia Roberts' mean husband from the movie 'Sleeping with the Enemy', but I can't seem to control this particular quirk.

  9. I love, love, love finding a great bargain.

  10. Did I mention that I hate whipped cream? It makes my stomach churn to look at it, touch it, smell it or even think about it. Great - now I'm thinking about it. Ick!

  On a serious note, I am so excited to have written my first contemporary romance novels, “Taking Chances” and “Making Choices.” I hope that you enjoyed reading about Abby's passionate journey to discovering her sensuality and the complicated love-triangle that ensued as much as I loved writing about it!

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  Taking Chances

  Copyright: Ann Omasta

  Published: September 2013

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  Disclaimer:

  This book is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters and situations within its pages and places or persons, living or dead, is unintentional and coincidental.

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