Making Choices E-Book

Ann Omasta

• Herausgeber: More Happily Ever Afters
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

Both of the Davis twins are sexy and irresistible.  Will you choose the sweet and sensitive brother or the rakish bad boy?

In Taking Chances, the first book in this exciting series, we met Abigail Brown, a 28-year-old divorcée who had never felt sexually satisfied, much to her chagrin. Abby thought she had discovered her happily-ever-after ending when she stumbled upon the perfect man, who showed her the intense sensual bliss her body was capable of enjoying. Just when you thought you had this book all figured out, some unexpected surprises came along and completely shook up Abby's world.

Now, in Making Choices, the second book of Abby's story, she is faced with the impossible decision of choosing between the Davis twins. Who will Abby choose? Who should she choose? Will her decision make the twins hate each other? Abby has made a mess of her life. Will she be able to fix it and mend the relationship between the brothers she cares about? The wait is over! Find out now in Making Choices.

If you love naughty, complicated love triangles, you definitely want to spend the day (or night) getting to know the Davis twins!

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MAKING CHOICES

THE DAVIS TWINS SERIES ~ BOOK 2

ANN OMASTA

CONTENTS

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Epilogue

Faking Changes: Chapter 1 Sneak Peek

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1

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 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, and 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 clit. “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 groan 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. “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 all 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 whom 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 who it was.

I fought my way back to the dream by picturing us lying together spent and exhausted from ravaging each other. His cock 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 located on the opposite side of where the scar would be, so it was difficult to get a look at 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 section of shoulder that I needed for confirmation, but I knew without a doubt whether I had wanted to see the scar or not.

2

I had wanted the scar to be on his shoulder. I had desperately wanted it to be there. My subconscious desired dark, dangerous Sam Davis. I longed for him with every fiber of my being––conscious, subconscious and everything in between. I wanted him to the depths of my soul, and I knew it without a doubt.

Sam’s twin brother, Seth, was a terrific person, but I didn’t have the same all-consuming passion with him that I had with Sam. Seth deserved to be someone’s first choice, not a substitute for his brother.

Choosing Sam was risky, even without considering the baby I was carrying. He was a player, and I didn’t know if he was capable of altering his Playboy ways, or if he would even want to change. I was certain that the thought of a baby would completely freak him out, especially considering that it could be his brother’s.

I cringed at the turn my thoughts had taken. How had I gotten myself into this situation? It just wasn’t me, or at least not how I wanted to perceive myself, anyway.

I would worry about the baby, and who its biological father was later. My first order of business should be to find Sam and tell him I want to be with him. I had finally made a definite choice, and it was time to act on it. I wasn’t at all sure that Sam would be able to handle a monogamous relationship or the fact that a baby was coming, but I needed to give him the chance.

I decided to take small steps so as not to freak him out too much all at once. First, I would let him know that I had chosen him. Then maybe we could act out some of the scenes from my steamy dream. We could figure out the rest later.

Before heading over to Sam’s house, I needed to fix myself up a little. I glanced at the real version of myself in the mirror of my vanity and found that my actual reflection looked significantly worse than the dream version of it that I had seen earlier. My sex-tousled, slightly messy chestnut hair from the dream was actually a tangled mess that was stuck to my head on one side and ratted up on the other side.

My teeth felt like they had grown fur overnight, so brushing them was first on my agenda. Well, not quite first. Even though I hadn’t eaten anything, the queasiness of morning sickness reared its ugly head as I started moving, so I ran to the bathroom and threw up what was left of my dinner. This was the first time I had actually gotten sick in the morning, as the name implied. So far, I had discovered that I needed to be ready for nausea to strike at any time. In fact, I had started carrying a barf bag in my purse in case I only had a moment’s notice. Calling it simply ‘morning’ sickness appeared to be some sort of cruel joke. It would be much more aptly named ‘anytime and anywhere sickness.’

Once I finished vomiting, I brushed my teeth and took a shower. I applied a bit of mascara and cherry Chapstick after donning my favorite jeans (that were starting to become slightly snug around the middle) and a soft, emerald green shirt. I chose a multicolored silk scarf from the selection that hung on my wall. When Courtney bought me a gift, it always included a beautiful scarf because she knew it made me feel confident to wear them. Her gifts from me were always one of the quirky piggy banks that she loved to add to her collection. I smiled remembering the beautifully wrapped pig in a polka dot bikini that was sitting in my closet waiting for our next celebration. I coated my exposed skin with the luxurious Kiehl’s body cream that I saved for days when I needed to feel extra-special, then I pulled my thick hair into a presentable ponytail and took another look at my reflection in the mirror.

“Not quite as hot as my subconscious seems to think I look, but it will have to do.” I said the words to no one in particular, since Courtney wasn’t up and about yet, having worked the dinner shift at Joe’s last night. I walked quietly down the steps, trying not to disturb her.

Tabitha, Court’s orange tabby cat who couldn’t stand me, was waiting around the corner at the bottom of the steps. She pounced out at my feet as soon as I reached the landing. She startled me so much that I yelped and threw my pocketbook in the air as I nearly fell. Tabi darted off. Then she and I glared at each other from across the room as I stooped to retrieve my belongings.

Buster, Court’s lazy basset hound, watched the entire exchange with mild interest, but didn’t bother to get up. He watched me grab a bagel from the kitchen, and then he gave me two tail thumps when I said goodbye to him. The burst of activity evidently wore him out because he shifted his head along the floor and went back to sleep.

The drive to Sam’s house didn’t take long. I tried to think of the exact wording for what I wanted to say to him, but then decided just to improvise when I got there. We were so hot for each other that we might not talk for a while anyway. I had the feeling that we would likely want each other so badly that we would take a ‘screw now, talk later’ approach. I smiled at the thought.

As I turned up the incline, making the approach to Sam’s house on the cliff, I marveled at the impressive structure. It had been built so that it looked like it dangled impossibly out over the lake. Having grown up in Michigan, I had seen my share of gorgeous lake houses, but this one was truly unique and amazing, just like its owner. I grinned with anticipation, already damp at the thought of getting to see Sam soon.

As I rounded the last bend to his house, I noticed a blue SUV parked in his driveway. I frowned slightly at the thought of having to share him with anyone right now, but I was certain that whoever was here would have enough sense to see that we needed to be alone and make a quick exit.

I parked my car, leaving plenty of room for the SUV to back out of the drive. As I walked past the other vehicle, I briefly wondered if it belonged to another woman. After all, Sam was known for being a womanizer. He might be banging one of his plastic-looking, perfect Barbie doll lookalikes in there right now. I squelched the thought and the queasiness it brought along with it.

I tried to shake off my sudden nervousness as I walked up the stone path to Sam’s front door. The massive wood door was surrounded on either side by tall, brightly colored stained glass windows. It was through these windows that I saw movement as I raised my finger to press the doorbell.

I paused there, my hand raised in mid-air, when I heard the laughter. It was a high-pitched, female giggle. My heart started hammering wildly in my chest as I urged myself to stay calm. I reminded myself that it could be his mother, his sister, a cousin, or just a friend. I couldn’t bring myself to acknowledge the other possibility, even as I struggled to take in enough oxygen around the elephant that had plopped down on my lungs.

I peered through the colored glass, hoping to decipher the identity of this woman, without being seen. I found a piece of clear glass and pressed my eye close to it. I could see the woman’s long, blonde braid. My breath started coming faster. Okay, it’s definitely not his Mom or sister, but I need to give him the benefit of the doubt.

I forced myself to take some deep breaths. There could be a simple explanation for this, and Sam and I would laugh about it later. I heard his voice then. It was deep and masculine, utterly sexy. He walked around the counter in the kitchen, and I caught my first glimpse of him. He was naked, except for a towel slung low around his hips.

His beautiful, perfect body that I craved with every ounce of my being was in there with another woman. The elephant sitting on my chest had invited ten friends to join him there. I struggled to get enough air into my lungs. My legs felt wobbly, so I slid my back along the door until I arrived in a sitting position. My mind wasn’t functioning properly.

I don’t know how long I sat there in shock. I forced myself to focus on breathing in and releasing air. I was frozen, unable to do anything but sit there and breathe.

Suddenly, the unwanted mental images of Sam and the blonde braid lady started flooding my brain. His mouth on her breast, her hands touching his smooth abs, her riding his massive cock, him licking and nibbling the inside of her thigh, her crying out in ecstasy as he rammed into her, him clinging to her as he came. I couldn’t stand the thought of any of it. I wanted it all to be me, not her.

It was all too much. My stomach started roiling violently. I ran to the side of the house and retched the bagel I had eaten into the grass.

The only positive thing about throwing up so frequently was that I had become rather quiet at it. When I finally regained some of my wits, I realized the last thing I wanted was to be caught here puking at the sight of Sam being with another woman. I wanted to maintain some semblance of dignity, so I picked myself up and drove home on autopilot.

3

Somehow, I made it home safely, even though my mind was mush. Courtney knew something was terribly wrong the moment I shuffled through the door. She scurried quickly over to me. “Ab, what’s the matter?” She put a loving arm around me and supported me as we made our way to the kitchen.

Once she had me settled in a chair, she started a pot of hot water for tea. I couldn’t cry. I couldn’t talk. All I could do was think, and I didn’t want to do that right now because when I thought, mental images popped into my head of Sam yanking that blonde braid back and kissing that woman’s lips. I wanted his lips to be mine, and only mine. I was the one who had helped him open up and begin kissing on the lips again, and he was magnificent at it. I didn’t want him being that tender with anyone else, ever.

Despair washed over me. There was no other word for it. I must have looked horrid because Courtney said, “Okay, you’re really starting to worry me. You’re not going to slip into a depression where you sleep for a week again, are you? You have a baby to think about now. It’s not healthy for either of you, if you go into that kind of funk.”

My eyes were burning with unshed tears. I wanted to explain to her, but my mind couldn’t formulate the words. I finally managed to croak out one word, “Sam.”

“What happened with Sam? Did he hurt you? What did he do?” Court immediately jumped on the name, ready to take him on if he had wronged me.

I shook my head, wanting to give her a better explanation, but feeling like my brain was in a hazy fog. Courtney was obviously concerned about me, so I needed to find the strength to say the words. I ordered myself to pull it together.

When Court set our tea mugs on the table, I took a deep breath and said sadly, “I chose Sam.” If she was surprised by this news, she hid it well. I knew she had been rooting for Seth, but was also sure that she would support me no matter what decision I made. I needed to spill it all before the tears started flowing, rendering me unable to talk. “I went to tell him, and there was a blonde woman at his house.”

Court grabbed my hand, “Did you talk to him? Do you know who the woman is?” When I shook my head, she continued, saying, “Sweetie, don’t you think you might be overreacting? Maybe she’s just a friend of his. I’m sure there’s an explanation,” she reassured me.

I knew that she wasn’t grasping the gravity of the situation, so I attempted to continue. “He was only wearing a t-t-t.” The pent up tears were starting to overflow, making me stutter on the last word. “Towel,” I finally uttered the word.

Courtney sat back in her chair, stunned. “That changes things.” She sat there for a minute, processing. “You’re certain it couldn’t have been his mom or sister?” I shook my head somberly. She tapped a finger on her lip, deep in thought, before asking, “Did he see you?” When I shook my head again, she confirmed with me, “You’re sure he didn’t see you?”

“He didn’t see me,” I answered, wondering what she was getting at. She was quiet for a while, so I took a sip of my tea. It had the perfect amount of cream and sugar. She had made it just the way I like it, of course. I tried to smile at her, but the gesture came up pathetically short.

“Okay, here’s the deal,” Courtney started. “You and I are the only ones that know you chose Sam, right?” I nodded in confirmation, so she continued. “I will take that knowledge to my grave, Ab, I promise.” I gave her a bewildered look, uncertain why she would say this.

“You are going to choose Seth, Ab.”

As soon as her words sank in, I responded, “No, I can’t do that. It wouldn’t be fair.”

“You can, and you will. Just hear me out, Ab.” I frowned at her, but let her continue. “You care about Seth. In fact, you thought you loved him until Sam came along and muddied the water. If Sam didn’t exist, you would still be with Seth, and you would be perfectly happy.”

I interrupted her, “Yes, but Sam does exist.”

She held up her pointer finger at me. “Yes, Sam exists, but he’s a player and a cheater, just like that bastard ex-husband of yours. Sam is not the right man for you. Seth is sweet, caring, honest, fun, and sexy as hell. He will be in it for the long haul, and you can count on him to be faithful.” She emphasized the last word.

I nodded because she was right. “Yes, Seth is all of those amazing things, which is why I can’t be with him. He should be someone’s first choice, rather than playing second fiddle to his brother. He deserves so much more than I can give him.”

“He deserves to be with someone as wonderful as you are. You can have a fantastic life with him, Ab. He will never know he was your second choice.”

“I’ll know,” I answered sadly. It wasn’t as simple as Court was trying to make it, but I wished that it could be. It would be fabulous to be able to forget about Sam and move on with Seth, but I knew it just wasn’t possible.

“Okay, I’m gonna be really frank here.” I’d never known Court not to be frank, but I refrained from saying so. “Seth looks exactly like Sam, and he was the first person you ever had an orgasm with, so we know he’s decent in the sack. Can’t you use your imagination a little and make it work?”

“The Davis twins may look exactly alike, but they are not the same person.” When she started to interrupt me, I held up a hand and continued. “Yes, I could probably make it work with Seth, but it’s not right, Court. He’s a wonderful man, and I care about him way too much to do that to him. If he ever found out, it would be heart-breaking.”

“He would never find out,” she muttered the words under her breath.

“You really think I’m that good of an actress? That I would be able to see Sam with one of his bimbos and pretend like it doesn’t bother me at all? You think it wouldn’t be written all over my face that it was ripping my heart out? Seth’s not dumb or blind. He would see it in a heartbeat.”

“We can work on the Sam thing and build up your resistance to him. I know we can make this work, Ab.” When I shook my head at her, she brought out her trump card. “It’s not just you anymore, Ab. You have to think about what is best for your baby, too. You and Seth would bring this child up in a happy family with a Mom and a Dad.” She paused before adding sadly, “Believe me, growing up with a single mother can be tough.”

Courtney never talked about her past, other than to say that she grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. I knew that she ran away from home as a teen and that she didn’t currently have any contact with her Mom, but I didn’t know any of the specifics. I needed to tread lightly on this terrain.

“Court, there isn’t going to be a child on earth who is loved more than this one.” I patted my belly, which looked more like I had just eaten a large meal than an actual baby bump. “This baby has you, and me, and crazy Nana-Annie to take care of it.” We both smiled at the thought of my wacky boss, Annie. She was already totally head-over-heels in love with this baby. I fervently wished that my parents were still alive to meet their grandchild, but I also knew that, short of them, no one could love my child as much as Courtney and Annie already did.

“This baby needs a father, and Seth would make a great one.” Courtney tried again.

“Seth will make a terrific father someday,” I agreed with her, “but what this baby needs is love, and I don’t think there’s going to be a shortage of that with the little family we’ve made for ourselves, Court.”

“Just promise me you’ll take a day or two and think about it. I want this baby to have it all, and having it all includes a father.”

I told her that I would think about it, but I already knew that my mind was made up. I couldn’t and wouldn’t do that to Seth. I cared about him way too much to let him be second choice.

4

It was difficult, but I was determined not to sink into a state of depression. Court was right––it wasn’t just me anymore. I had a baby to think about now. I needed to keep my chin up and try to forget about how much I craved Sam.

I had figured that Annie would be on my side, since she had wanted me to choose Sam all along. When I explained the situation to her at work the next day, though, she surprised me by saying, “Courtney’s right, Dear. You need to make a go of it with Seth. Forget about Sam. He’s a bad news bear cub.”

I was floored. Too shocked to even acknowledge her latest mangled idiom. “I can’t believe you’re even suggesting that, Annie.” I shook my head at her. “You’re the one who is always telling me to follow my passion, and how rare it is to find someone who makes your whole body come alive, like Sam does for me and J.D. did for you.”