Taking Chances (The Chances and Choices Duology - Book 1 of 2 - Contemporary Romance) (17 page)

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 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 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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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
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persons, living or dead, is unintentional and coincidental.

Are
you Team
Seth

or
Team Sam?

Team

SETH

Team

SAM