The Sunday Snog, courtesy of Victoria Blisse. This selection is from Big Girls Don’t Cry, a secret baby book. It traces the romance between Dave, an injured scientist, and Lin, his physical therapist–a romance which is complicated by the presence of their son, Mac, who believes that to make a baby Daddy has to give Mommy a special baby seed.
After returning home, Dave went to Lin’s kitchen while she took Mac to the bathroom to wash off the sticky traces of his snack. She entered the kitchen a few moments later and opened a cupboard.
Determined to get to the bottom of this newest mystery concerning Lin, Dave asked, “How long have you known Jim Annadale?”
She blinked. “Forever, I guess.” She put three glasses onto the counter. Removing a pitcher from the refrigerator, she poured water into the glasses. “At least since his parents opened Annadale’s. That was a long time ago.”
“You always kiss the ice cream man?” Dave despised the resentment in his voice and tried to moderate it. “You two seem pretty friendly.”
She sipped from one of the glasses, then put it on the Formica counter with a click. “Friendly, but that’s all. We dated once or twice, but it was no big deal. Are you jealous of Jim?” Her voice rose with surprise.
A surge of possessiveness, wrenching and violent, jolted through Dave’s body. Lin was his. She and Mac were his family. His. No one else’s.
“Do I have a reason to be?” Tossing aside his cane, he advanced toward her, using the kitchen counter for support.
“What are you doing? You shouldn’t try that yet. You-you might hurt yourself. Don’t try to do too much too soon.”
“Trust me. I’ll manage.” He deliberately backed her against the refrigerator.
The crop-top she was wearing allowed her to feel the coolness of metal against her back. Mac’s fridge art crackled as Dave pressed her against it, followed by a pervasive warmth as he lowered his head to kiss the sensitive spot under her right earlobe.
She sucked in a breath. He left tiny, fluttering kisses down the side of her neck, then back up again.
Arousal flittered along her spine. Her knees went weak.
He set his teeth into her earlobe and tugged on the nubbin of flesh. Twice.
Her legs melted like drippy ice cream. She clutched his broad shoulders to keep from falling. They felt sinewy and strong, warm and good under her fingers. She liked how he felt, probably too much. But she didn’t want to stop.
“Daddy, are you gonna give Mommy a special baby seed again?”
Mac’s high, clear voice shattered the tenuous beginning of her erotic bliss. She closed her eyes, totally embarrassed. This can’t be happening.
With a gentle squeeze, Dave released her. She blinked.
He turned. “I was thinking about that, son. Is that okay with you?”
“Sure. I’m six now, so I can help with the baby.”
“That would be great. Only thing is, scout, Daddy needs lots of time and privacy to give Mommy the special baby seed. Okay?”
“Sure!” Mac scampered toward the door leading to the back yard.
She found her voice. “Stay in sight of the window, all right?” After he left, she recovered herself, glaring at Dave. “That can’t happen again.”
“Look, Dave. This flower bed is off-limits to a Johnny Baby-seed who’s probably wandered around planting all over the place.”
He grinned. “Mac is the only baby seed that’s, uh, sprouted. And what’s the problem? Would you rather be with someone else?”
“If you mean Jim, he’s a nice guy, but anyone who lives in an ashram and has fifteen body piercings is not my type.”
Dave’s blue eyes narrowed. “How do you know about Jim’s body piercings?”
She tightened her lips. “I hear rumors. And that’s part of the problem. What if Mac tells one of his friends, or his baby-sitter, that Dad’s planting another baby seed in Mom’s flower garden?”
He retreated, leaning against the counter. “I see why you’re concerned. Renegade Ridge is a gossipy little town, huh?”
“It sure is. And it isn’t fair to mislead Mac with…with dreams of what could happen but might never be. Okay?”
He came back toward her, leaning both palms flat against the refrigerator on either side of her face.
He’d trapped her. Again. Her pulse raced.
“What if it did happen?” He leaned closer. His aroma, an exciting combination of clean male and mountain air, surrounded her. He ran a finger along her cheek.
She felt his touch as though he’d stroked a line of fire along her heart. Nevertheless, she shrugged, hoping she looked blasé. “Then it happens. But you were wrong, very wrong, to promise Mac a baby brother or sister.” The truth was that she couldn’t keep their first erotic encounter out of her mind. She didn’t trust herself around him, but Dave was here, and still oh, so handsome.
He dropped his hands and backed off. The crestfallen look on his face made her want to kiss him better. All over.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I got carried away. I’ll go talk to him about it. If I don’t, you’ll probably never hear the end of it.”
She nodded. “You’re right.”
As he limped to the creek, she realized that resisting Dave was going to be hell. But she had to control her impulses. Hurting Mac wasn’t an option, to say nothing of the danger to herself.
Dave meant well. Though he said that he’d stay in Renegade Ridge, was that the truth? He was healing faster and more completely than she’d predicted. Soon he’d be whole, with nothing to stop him from leaving once again.
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