Chloe's Donor

CHLOE'S DONOR

By

Sabine Ferruci







© copyright by Sabine Ferruci, April 2008

Cover Art by Eliza Black, April 2008

New Concepts Publishing

Lake Park, GA 31636

www.newconceptspublishing.com







This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.









Chapter One



“Sending me the wrong sperm sample is not a minor customer satisfaction problem, Dr. Ashtar.” Clasping her palms across her pregnant belly, Chloe Simon willed her stomach to stay calm.

“I’m not minimizing the complexity of the situation, Miss Simon.” The physician looked down at the open chart on the conference table in front of him, then hit her with a high wattage surely-we-can-solve-this smile. “I’m merely trying to assure you that your actual donor, Sergeant, uh ….”

“Gallagher. B.D.” Those were the first words that Chloe’s donor had uttered since his arrival in the clinic’s conference room. “Broderick Devlin,” he added, his clear green eyes giving nothing away as they observed her. By his unconcerned demeanor, he could have been sitting in a clubhouse waiting for his tee time.

“I assure you,” Ashtar continued, “Sgt. Gallagher provided a specimen of the highest quality. He’s in excellent health.” Dr. Ashtar beamed with pride as he gestured to Gallagher. “No family history of inherited disease. Meets—in fact, exceeds—our extremely rigid donor standards. Had he appeared in our catalogue, he would have been very popular with our clients.”

Chloe conceded that the hunk sitting across the table was as perfect a physical specimen as a man in his mid-thirties could be. A moss green sport shirt accentuated his tanned forearms, well-muscled arms, and wide shoulders. The short cut of his light brown hair emphasized the square jaw and the shadow from his clean shave. His nose was a little big for his face and his eyebrows a little too heavy, but B.D. Gallagher would never be voted off the island, at least by any of the women.

“I’m sure the Essence of Sgt. Gallagher would have been a sell-out, Doc.” Chloe was satisfied to see a flash in Gallagher’s suspiciously bland eyes, but her satisfaction was short lived. Nausea that had been simmering just below the surface since this morning’s phone call was beginning to churn in earnest. Breathe in. Breathe out.

“Another positive attribute you should not discount, Miss Simon, is the superior strength and quality of the sperm you received.”

Trailing her fingertips lightly over the swell of her belly, Chloe took a deep breath and tried not to hyperventilate.

“In order to achieve success, our average client inseminates over a period of at least three cycles, using as many as six vials at each setting.” The little man in the starched white coat could hardly contain his excitement as he leaned forward on the table to touch her arm. “You merely used one vial and became pregnant on your first try. Superb results, really.”

Chloe swiveled her chair away from the contact and watched Gallagher closely. If he moved so much as an eyelash to display macho pride, she would purposely lose her breakfast all over his crisp khaki slacks. She was almost disappointed when not so much as a facial twitch occurred. It was smooth sailing in the ocean of those green eyes, no victory flags flapping in the breeze.

“Dr. Ashtar.” Chloe was tired of hearing about the upside of this little glitch. “I selected donor attributes that were of more importance than Olympic caliber sperm.”

“Such as what, Ms. Simon?” asked Gallagher. Of course, his voice would be radio announcer deep. It made the hair on her arms vibrate to attention.

“Certain talents and interests.” She was not about to explain her desire to insure the family artistic gene, the one that had managed to skip over Chloe.

Gallagher leaned back in his chair. “I would have thought the goal would be a healthy baby.” Before she could answer, he placed his folded hands on the table. Those fingers were long and sure and capable of palming a basketball. “Never mind,” he muttered. “There’s another issue you’re overlooking.”

Ashtar cleared his throat. “I really think we ought to give Miss Simon time to digest this news before we explore further ramifications.”

Chloe stared straight at Gallagher with icy dread. “What ramifications?”

“I banked my sperm here. I never gave permission for its use as an anonymous donation.”

Chloe smoothed back the damp hair that had escaped the heavy braid down her back. The air conditioning in the building seemed to suddenly lose its battle with the outside Atlanta heat. “Well I didn’t give permission for the clinic to overnight your sperm instead of the donor’s I selected. So we’re even. ”

“The only way things will be even, Miss Simon, is if you agree that the child you’re carrying is just as much mine as yours.”

Chloe put both hands on her womb and felt the blood drain from her face. “No.”

“And while we’re at it,” he continued, unclasping his hands, leaning back in his chair with almost certain feigned relaxation, “I’m not delighted at all -- as in, no fucking way -- with the prospect of my child being born a bastard without the Gallagher name.”

That did it. The churning in her belly percolated to the surface. She covered her mouth and scrambled from her chair, knowing she wasn’t going to make it as far as the door, much less the hallway restroom.

Like magic, an empty wastebasket appeared before her and a strong arm supported her chest. Chloe knelt down and emptied her stomach. Gut wrenching heaves that were far too loud racked Chloe’s body for what seemed like hours. When she started to calm and begin to hope that it was over, she vaguely became aware of her hair being lifted off her neck and soothing murmurs.

It was unbelievable that anyone had stayed in the room, much less right next to her. And it was, of course, inevitable that the someone was unquestionably the Sergeant. Gallagher sat down on the floor and eased her back until her head rested against his chest. “Doc. Do you think you could help me out here?” He pushed the wastebasket into Ashtar’s hands. “Get me an ice cold towel, some mouthwash and a glass of water.”

Chloe just kept her eyes closed, not wanting to move. She heard furious scrambling out the door and quick orders being issued.

“Useless asshole,” Gallagher muttered.

“There goes my hope for a child with eloquent verbal skills.”

He stroked back the hair from her face. “You’ll have to settle for concise. And effective.”

Chloe heard the nurse bustle in. “I’ll take over, sir.”

“No,” he answered. “Just give me the stuff and leave us.”

“Miss Simon?” the nurse asked.

Chloe didn’t want to move a muscle from where she was sprawled. It felt cooler down here on the floor and nice to be taken care of for a change. His chest was solid and reassuring against her back. She didn’t open her eyes or even think twice. “I’ll be fine.” Any year now.

The wet cloth on her forehead and neck felt like heaven, as did the mouthwash and sips of water. She gradually felt her strength returning and sighed. This unpleasant interlude had not erased the problems she faced. “I need to get up.”

“Wait a second.” He looked down at her. “It may have slipped by you. Or maybe the urge to vomit was your reaction. But bringing up the Gallagher name for our baby was kind of a marriage proposal.”

“Noooooo.” She wanted to scream. “Anonymous was supposed to be just that. It was supposed to be just me and my baby.” She scowled at him. “No overbearing father. No in-laws. No custody battles.”

His green eyes narrowed. “I have two questions for you. Are you married?”

“No.”

“Are you a lesbian?”

“NO!”

“Then anything else can be dealt with. I have a plan.” He lifted her easily to her feet as if she was some elfin sprite instead of a pregnant woman who hadn’t been called petite since, well, ever. He was still supporting her forearms, standing right in front of her when he showed perfect white teeth in a traffic-stopping smile. “You’ll find that I’m very good at planning.”

****

All in all, Dev Gallagher thought that Chloe had taken the news rather well. She was still a bit shaky, but that was to be expected, and her unsettled state provided a benefit he was quick to exploit. She’d agreed to let him drive her home.

Fingers tapping on the steering wheel, Dev drifted forward in the slow line exiting the clinic complex. He glanced at her from time to time as he drove. Her face wasn’t three shades of green anymore. Her warm olive skin peeked through strands of glossy black hair that had escaped the thick braid over her shoulder.

He pegged her at five ten, which was a nice fit for his six foot and a quarter. While she was by no means too heavy for her height, she was solid, healthy, and very much all woman. Even while Chloe retched her guts out, Dev had enjoyed the feel of her generous breasts pillowed above his arm as he supported her. He’d felt the unbelievable softness of her skin as he soothed her hair back from her face and couldn’t resist nuzzling her hair and kissing the back of her neck. He’d even gotten half hard.

So sue him for being a crass bastard. He was just a guy, damn lucky to be alive. Not to mention currently driving down an American avenue that had only one in a million chance of hiding a roadside bomb. Yes-siree-bob. This was IED-less paradise.

When he hit the interstate, it was mercifully empty by Atlanta standards, so Dev was able to enjoy the scenery inside the car. A gauzy black skirt covered most of Chloe’s long legs. A sleeveless top of the same material hugged her breasts and stretched across the bulge on her lower belly. Instead of detracting from her figure, her pregnancy only served to make her look like some kind of fertility goddess.

The clunky sandals on her narrow feet drew his eyes to toes painted the color of ripe mangoes. And then there were the earrings, lots and lots of jingling earrings. Those intricate strands of silver would make an enchanting jingle of a Siren’s song every time she sank down on his cock, head thrown back in exquisite, desperate passion, striving for release that was just out of ....

“Broderick Devlin, don’t you think you should keep your eyes on the road?” she asked.

“Busted.” He had exited the freeway and was headed down a small thoroughfare toward her neighborhood. “I thought you were asleep. And ...."

“What?”

He’d been visualizing the look on her face as she screamed out her climax above him. He grinned. “I was thinking about how much I like your earrings.”

“Oh. Thanks. They’re one of my weaknesses.” Chloe pulled her braid up on top of her head and did some kind of magical woman-thing with her fingers to make it stay put. “I dozed off for a few minutes.” She pushed the seat back up and looked around. “Turn left here and then a right three blocks down.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He followed the rest of her directions and pulled his battered Land Cruiser into a parking space on the street. Tall oaks and pines shaded the entire block. “By the way, most people call me Dev.”

“Well. Okay.” Without looking at him, she gathered her carpetbag purse and unbuckled her seatbelt. “Um, Dev. Yeah. Thanks for the ride.”

Dev turned off the engine and stepped out of the car, uncurling his right knee, which was always a treat. He marveled at her notion that he was just going to roll her onto the curb and burn rubber as he peeled off down the street. When he helped her out of the car seat, he touched her chin and made sure he had the attention of those golden brown eyes. “I’m not going to go away, Chloe. Not until we’ve talked.”

“I don’t suppose you’d be amenable to coming back tomorrow?”

He supported her elbow as they made their way up the sidewalk to the small brick bungalow. “Only if I lock a GPS tracking device around your ankle before I go.”

“Stubborn.” She shook her head and sighed. “Not on my list of desirable qualities in a child.”

He snorted. “Think of it as goal-oriented.”

Her white-brick home looked like a gingerbread house. It had a narrow front yard that was mostly plants, trees, and wildflowers. The shutters were painted sky blue and there was a colorful striped awning over a large picture window.

When they stepped inside, refinished hardwood floors and white walls were the only neutral colors. The sofa was bright red, and the surrounding chairs and pillows were variations on the theme. Colorful artwork leaped off the walls, making the room come alive with dancing images of paint, woven cloth, and bent metal.

“Wow.”

“It’s too much for most people.”

“Is this your work?”

“Unfortunately, no. But artistic talent does run through my family.”

He led her over to the couch. “Sit down, put your feet up and let me get you something to drink.” Before she could object, he propped a pillow under her legs and wandered into her kitchen. He rummaged for a couple of glasses and fixed some ice water. There was a packet of crackers on the counter that he snagged on the way back to the living room.

She eyed him warily, but accepted the drink and crackers. Dev pulled a chair close to her head and leaned his elbows on his knees. His folded hands could reach over and stroke her face if he wanted. More like if she’d let him. “I’m not going to insist on marriage right away .…”

“What a relief.”

“—but I want you to consider it.”

She took a sip of her drink. “Okay. On the one hand, we have maintaining my balanced life and raising my child on my own, without interference. Hmmmmm.” She looked thoughtful while she took another drink of water, then rested the cold glass against her cheek for a moment and closed her eyes.

“On the other hand, we have marriage to a stranger, who admittedly exceeds the clinic’s and most other people’s physical standards. But he’s stubbornly goal-oriented, especially when it’s his goal that he’s after.” She opened her eyes. “I’ve considered it. I’m not interested.”

“You forgot to mention my high-performance sperm.” He couldn’t help the grin that slipped out. It was totally immature for a man of his years and experience to be proud of his mating prowess, but there you go. The surge of pride shot all the way to his cock. This was a first time deal for him and a saint he was not.

“I don’t need any more of your sperm,” she said hotly, placing a hand on her belly.

Too true. This might not be as easy as he’d anticipated. “You’d rather have a drawn out legal battle for custody?”

“Why are you doing this?” she asked with obvious exasperation. “It’s not as if you had any immediate plans for fatherhood. Why can’t you just let it go?”

She knew jack-shit about his fatherhood plans and he was going to keep it that way. “Look, Chloe. My motto’s always been, ‘leave no sperm behind.’ Now I find that a whole shit load of the suckers got shipped to you in a miracle vile. I’m damn sorry you think it’s in-con-ven-ient, but no child of mine is going to wonder who the hell his father is and why the bastard couldn’t be bothered to know him.”

“Great. I draw the one man in the universe who wants to assume responsibility for conception, when he didn’t get any, much less good sex in the process. This has to be some sort of cosmic joke.”

He leaned forward so that he could whisper into her ear. “It would have been hot, no holds-barred, mind-blowing sex.” Satisfied with her quick little intake of breath, he backed away. “Look. I’ve got the next couple of weeks off. I’d like to spend it together and get to know each other.”

She stared down at her glass and absently stirred the ice with a tip of her fingernail. “All right. Why don’t you come to dinner next week?”

In her dreams. “That wasn’t exactly my plan.”

“I’m afraid to ask.”

He took her hand between both of his. “I’ve got a small cabin and some land about fifty miles north of here. Come stay with me for a few weeks.”

“Why should I?”

“We can work this out, Chloe. Marriage would be the easiest solution for the baby. It won’t have to be forever.” No point setting himself up for another gut-wrenching disaster. “In fact, I’d want a divorce after the baby’s born.”

She looked thoughtful. “I’m willing to discuss the merits of marriage on paper, but we can do that without a scenic road trip.”

A name-only marriage had been his plan until he’d met her. Now he didn’t want to miss out on feeling the baby romp around inside of her, not to mention a lot of romping of his own beneath the sheets with Miss Chloe. In fact, tied up in the sheets would be even better. He wanted to tie her down and pleasure her until she didn’t know her own name. Until she’d be willing to take his.

Instead, he took the reasoned approach. “If we’re going to be raising this child together, then it will be easier if we get closer to each other.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Just how close did you have in mind?”

Somehow he didn’t think ‘buried to the hilt’ was the answer she was looking for. “Husband-and-wife close.”

“You want to have sex with me.”

Oh, yeah. “The thought’s crossed my mind.” He raised his hand and interrupted her before she could object. “I believe in vows, Chloe. While we’re married, I have no intention of seeing other women.”

“I’m five months pregnant. It won’t be that long until the baby is born. Surely you can ...,” A nice warm glow appeared on her face. “... can handle things by yourself until then.”

“That might have been acceptable until today, but once I saw you walk into that conference room, I jettisoned Plan A.” When she looked confused, he elaborated. “The Jerking-Off-for-Four-Months Plan.”

She swallowed visibly. “And Plan B?”

“That would be the Worship-a-Fertility-Goddess Plan.”

Interestingly, the warm glow on her face and neck grew brighter, and she didn’t meet his eyes. “What makes you so sure I want to be worshiped by you?”

The flush on her skin and the soft intake of breath when he drew close were just a few of the clues. Chloe wanted him, all right. Maybe not as much as he ached to lose himself in her hot mama body, but it was enough to take a gamble. His buddies didn’t call him Big Dick Gallagher for nothing. “If you really give the relationship an honest shot while we’re away, and it doesn’t work out, I’ll back off the sex issue and come to some kind of reasonable custody arrangement with you.”

She studied him suspiciously. “You’re making a major concession without me risking much of anything.”

He brought her hand to his mouth and brushed his lips across the delicate skin of her wrist. Her pulse jumped a satisfying notch. “Your risk is that you’ll decide that sex will be a good thing.” He’d make sure of it.

He took the glass from her hand and set it on the end table. She didn’t balk when he touched her cheek with his hand. In fact, as he eyed her wide mouth and leaned closer, her breath caught and her golden eyes widened. “I think if you’re honest, you’ll admit that we don’t seem to be immune to each other.”

He gave her a chance to object and felt a surge of satisfaction when she allowed him to brush his lips across hers. He cradled her face in his hands while he nibbled and sucked on her lower lip, gratified to hear a soft moan. When he felt her fingers touch his chest, he lowered one hand to explore her ear, delighted to hear the tinkle of her earrings before he stroked her neck over her rapid pulse.

Chloe’s hand moved up his chest and around his neck. Dev had to rein himself in as he deepened the kiss, dueling with her tongue. What he really wanted to do was scoop her luscious body onto his lap and pull her onto his rock-hard cock.

He restrained himself from that primitive instinct, but he couldn’t resist something else he’d craved from the moment he’d seen her walk into that conference room. He placed his hand softly over her lower abdomen. It was incredible that his baby – his flesh and blood – was growing inside this gorgeous woman.

Chloe sucked in a breath and leaned back from him, misty eyed and flushed. “Um, that’s not the usual progression of a man’s hand.”

He kissed her lips again. “It makes you unbelievably sexy.”

She wrinkled her nose. “I feel like a mobile home and I look like a blimp.”

“You are so, so wrong.” Dev lifted up her shirt to expose the soft skin of her belly. Her skin sparkled with some kind of faint glitter that was specially designed to suck the blood straight to a man’s cock. He placed both hands on her abdomen before lowering his head to kiss and nuzzle her skin with his face. She smelled like lavender and lemon and sin. When her hand touched his hair, he growled his approval and slid his fingers beneath the elastic waistband of her skirt

His tongue followed his fingers as he pushed the elastic down to expose her entire lower belly, making himself stop at the first glossy curl he unveiled. His baby made a soft mound below her belly button that he could easily encase in two of his hands. He settled soft kisses over her lush, fertile belly while she ran both hands over his short hair. He could smell her arousal.

“God, I didn’t know I could feel like this,” he murmured, a little shaken by the intensity of his need. Jesus H. Christ. His fingers were actually trembling. His erection was pounding with impatience. He had to keep it together if he hoped to bind this woman the only way he knew how -- with passion.

And passionate she was. As he turned his head to look at her, he was dazzled by her responsiveness. Her head was thrown back with eyes closed, lips parted, a delicate flush traveling from her face to the exposed skin of her chest. He knew that if he brushed the swollen nipples pushing against the gauzy blouse, or if he slid his fingers a few inches further south, she would come apart.

He reached for her face with his hands. “You are so beautiful, Chloe.”

She opened her eyes and blushed as she realized how far he’d taken her. “You’ve made your point.”

He scooped her over onto his lap and pulled her to his chest, making sure she could feel his throbbing cock. “For both of us.”

After a few minutes, he pulled back and met her wary gaze. “Will you come stay with me? It’s quiet and secluded – a good place for two people to just be.” Please, God.

“You take a lot of your pregnant women there?”

He tapped her nose. “You’ll be the first female to cross the threshold.” He put his hand back on her warm belly. “Do you know if it’s a girl or boy?”

“Not yet. Do you care?”

“Nope. Healthy is what I want.”

He lifted her back on to the couch and gave her a quick kiss. “I’ve got a few things I need to go take care of. Give me your keys so I can get your car back to you. I’ll come by and get you around ten tomorrow morning.”

“I’m not going to travel with a perfect stranger into the hills of North Georgia without a mile-wide trail of breadcrumbs.” She bit her lip while she rummaged in her bag for her keys. “As much as I hate to tell anybody about this crazy situation, I’m going to ask my brother to be here tomorrow to meet you. He’ll need the address and phone number of your cabin.” She shook her head. “Knowing Jay, he’s also going to want to see two forms of identification and take your fingerprints.”

“No problem.” He was gong to be fucking busy for the next eighteen hours.