Las Vegas Sidewinders: Dominic by Kat Mizera

one
should go through life without having an orgasm from Dom Gianni.”
    Her eyes widened and she
almost felt young again. “Why would you want to do that?”
    He laughed again, now
completely in his element. “Because I’m a guy?”
    She couldn’t help it; she
laughed too.
     

Chapter 4
     
    Molly knew she was going to
have another miscarriage even before it happened. Sitting on the floor of the
bathroom in Dom’s apartment, she practically felt the life of the baby inside
of her draining out of her as she bled. Emotionally raw after so many other
miscarriages, this one was almost a non-event. She’d long since stopped wanting
Tim’s baby, and it was almost a relief to know there wouldn’t be one. Her only
regret was that this had probably been her last chance; there would be no more
babies for her at her age.
    She cleaned up as best she
could and found a washcloth she could stuff in her panties to absorb the blood;
Dom would have to take her to a clinic for a D&C. Then maybe this would be
over. She didn’t know where she could go or what she would do, but being away
from Tim was liberating. She could breathe again, despite the strange
circumstances. She didn’t understand what had happened, or how she’d fallen
into this bizarre arrangement with a young, incredibly hot and somewhat
messed-up hockey player, but this was the hand she’d been dealt. Looking at it
from the perspective of an outsider, it was definitely strange; but it was the
only interesting thing that had ever happened to her.
    Nothing in her life before
this would have prepared her for the gentle, tortured soul that was Dom Gianni,
yet listening to him tell her his story made him human and showed he was almost
as broken as she. Despite his money, success and good looks, he had as many
demons as she did. She didn’t understand it at all: it was foreign to her, the
idea of having friends and money but being unable to get past the things that
haunted you. He was living proof, though, and something about his
little-boy-lost persona melted her heart. If she’d never had a reason to get up
in the morning before, she had one now.
    When she heard his key in
the lock, she tried to get up but it took too much effort. She was weak from
lack of sleep and probably from blood loss as well, so she leaned back against
the sink and waited. He would find her; she had no doubt of that. She sensed
that about him, even after knowing him just a few days, and it was comforting.
    “Molly?” Dom tapped on the
door.
    “I’m not feeling great.” she
called back.
    “Can I come in?”
    “Yes,” she replied, and the
door opened.
    “What’s happened?” he asked,
dropping to his knees in front of her, his dark eyes narrowed with concern.
    “I had another miscarriage.
I need to go to a clinic—I know of one that will treat me for free.”
    “I have money. I can take
you to a hospital.”
    “No.” She shook her head.
“This clinic deals with a lot of abused women. They won’t call Tim. That’s
what’s important.”
    “Can you get up?”
    “I don’t think so,” she
admitted.
    He lifted her in his strong
arms and she closed her eyes. For now, she would lose herself in his strength
and the security he provided. Later, when she was physically healed, she would
find a way to leave Tim for good. Even if she only had a few days to figure
something out, it was better than anything she’d ever had before. She still had
nothing, but Dom made her remember that she had herself. Maybe that was enough.
     
    Molly awoke and blinked
groggily in the semi-darkness. Spying Dom in a chair at her side, tapping at
his phone, she watched him for a few minutes. He was so good-looking she
couldn’t help but stare. She hadn’t thought about men being attractive in years
but Dom wasn’t just attractive, he was downright hot. With his rakishly long
dark hair and brooding dark eyes, it was hard not to just reach out and touch
him. The cleft in his chin gave him a dangerously sexy