Chapter 14
Roosting Chickens
The question was a simple one, but it hit Sam like a check from a defenseman packing two hundred and thirty pounds. The hurt shimmering in her eyes inflicted a million tiny stab wounds inside him.
He slid his fingers from her hair and took one of her hands in his, kissing her palm.
“Because I was an immature asshole. I wish I could blame it on something—anything—else, but that’s the truth.
I don’t have another explanation.” How could he have been so blind?
They could have been so much more to each other, but he’d killed it that night and never let it come up for air. They would never get that time back.
If this whole scenario was her way of getting her revenge, she’d succeeded. He should have been mad about the tease, but he couldn’t blame her after seeing himself back then through her eyes.
“‘I’m sorry’ isn’t enough, but I don’t know a better way to say it. I truly am sorry. It was a callous thing to do. Knowing what I know now … I would never have ghosted you like that.” Heart like a boulder in his chest, he lifted his weight from her, ready to put on his clothes and leave.
She gripped his shoulders, and he froze. She glided her foot up his leg. “Are you leaving now? Again?” Her blue eyes smoldered.
His mind tilted in confusion. “I didn’t think you’d want …”
Now she rolled those blues. “After all this talk about your big cock sliding in and out of me, you’re going to leave me hanging?”
He chuffed a relieved breath. “You’re not mad at me?”
“No, Sam. I’m not mad at you.” She trailed her fingertip along his shoulders, down his chest, and his skin rose under her touch.
“I wanted to understand. And you did tell me, but I think I’ve been waiting for a different explanation than the one you gave me.
Probably because I’ve had years to stew on it.
What I finally understand is you told me the truth, and it is what it is.
When I look at it from that perspective, I realize it’s in the past and I need to let it go. ”
“What kind of explanation were you waiting for?” His muscles eased, and he slowly let his weight sink on top of her again.
“Oh, I don’t know. Some black-ops team kidnapped you and zapped all your memories. You were captured by aliens who took you to their planet, where they kept you for six years.”
“That last one could’ve happened. What galaxy were they from?”
They burst into laughter at the same time, and with it, more relief gusted from him.
Was it ridiculous that they were both naked, and he was lying on top of her, his dick at half-mast inside a condom but outside her body, while they laughed about a scene that might have been part of a Star Wars flick?
Maybe it was nuts, but it was also comfortable.
Natural. No pretenses, no walls. Just them, unfiltered.
“I like this,” she murmured.
“Which part?” His fingers wove into her hair once more.
“All of it. Lying here with you, talking about this stuff without it being weird. Though I guess I did get us off track again, huh? Do you still want to …?”
Half-mast transformed into full-fledged flagpole in a heartbeat.
“Yeah. Can’t you tell?” He nudged her entrance.
“How about we go back to that night, when we were doing a different kind of talking … especially that part where you told me how bad you wanted it?” He flashed her a grin he hoped she’d find endearing.
“I, um, had a lot to drink that night. I probably said a lot of things.”
“Should we stop so I can get you drunk first? Would that make it easier to say—”
She covered his lips with her fingers, laughing. “Stop saying it!”
He did anyway, his amusement blooming. The word came out muffled, but she obviously understood it because she wrapped her fingers around his head and drew his mouth to hers.
She was all sensual seduction, her lips teasing his as she whispered, “I want your cock, Sam. I want it so deep inside me I can feel it in my throat. Feed it to me. Is that what you want to hear?”
Holy fucking hell!
Heat spread through him, prickling his skin. “Gotta have you now, Ange. All of you.” Eyes riveted to hers, he reached down and slotted his hand behind her knee, pinning it to the mattress, opening her wide. She anchored her hands on his shoulders as if steadying herself for the upcoming ride.
He eased inside her tight heat until his crown was snug inside her. Even through the latex, she was wet and hot and silky. “Like this, Ange? Is this how you want me to feed it to you?” With his free hand, he cupped her ass and tilted her pelvis upward, driving in one tortuous inch after another.
She blinked and seemed to stop breathing.
He stilled. “Too much?”
“No,” she gasped.
He went deeper, sinking inside her. “You are so fucking tight. God, you feel so damn good,” he groaned.
The cords in his neck strained, and he could feel the grimace tugging at his mouth.
“Tell me if I’m hurting you, and I’ll stop.
” He meant every word, but fuck, it would be hard to stop!
He was already knocking on heaven’s door.
“I don’t want you to stop.” Her eyes fluttered closed.
“Okay, I won’t, but don’t close your eyes.” All of him longed to witness that moment she unraveled.
Her lids lifted. His eyes bored into hers, like his shaft was tunneling inside her. When he was seated to the hilt, he stopped, let her catch her breath, let her body mold around him like a driving glove. Every muscle in his body strained.
Watching her face the entire way, he withdrew partway and plunged back in. She let out a sweet, sweet moan. Her walls were slicker now, and he repeated the movement, drilling a little deeper.
He dropped his head and looked down, fascinated by the rise and fall of their joined bodies.
She arched her back, presenting him with her pebbled nipples, and he latched on, working each one over with his tongue and teeth while she undulated beneath him, emitting throaty little noises that heated his blood to boiling.
He rose up and drove into her hard, making them both gasp, before he settled into a measured rhythm.
She met his thrusts, moaning, “So good, Sam.” Her fingertips dug into his flesh, and he vaguely registered they’d leave marks he’d proudly wear.
Picking up speed, his hips pistoned as he slid in and out of her body.
She curled her pelvis upward, increasing the friction, elevating it to a nearly unbearable level.
He fought to keep his eyes open while riding the wave, mesmerized by the shifting expressions on her face.
They contorted and corkscrewed between ecstasy and torment.
Nothing and no one before her could compare to how she looked and felt in this moment.
Finally, he squeezed his lids shut and basked in the sensations washing over him.
Their dance verged on violent as they chased their orgasms, his thrusts pounding into her, their bodies sliding and slamming together over and over and over.
Primal grunts and growls rolled through him. He couldn’t hold out much longer.
Holding his weight on one arm, he slid his hand to where they were joined and zeroed in on that one spot. Her cries escalated, and as she reached her climax, she shouted his name and clenched down hard.
His rhythm grew erratic, uncontrolled, as that welcome fire pooled at the base of his spine and shot through him.
His body convulsed, following her over that bright edge.
Fireworks exploded inside his head, a kaleidoscope of fiery colors against the blank backdrop of his mind.
With an expletive-laced roar, he came in a cascade of sparklers until there was nothing left.
Moments later, he grew aware of every part of his body. He panted against the crook of her neck, his forearm still bracing her leg, his heaving chest slicked against hers.
He released her leg and lifted his head as he fought to even his breath. “Sorry if I got a little carried away,” he gasped. “Are you okay?” He couldn’t recall coming that hard before or losing control to the point of near unconsciousness.
“I’m fine,” she purred. “More than fine.” A satisfied little smile curved her lips, and something opened inside him. He knew what being a god felt like. He also knew what falling in love felt like.