Chapter Twenty-Four
Sam stepped out into the frigid cold and walked the short distance to the ramp that led to her own front door, which opened for her. It was creepy the way the Secret Service watched everything, but that was the small cost of keeping Nick and Scotty safe.
Nick was on the sofa in the living room, where the downstairs TV was now located since the Secret Service had absconded with their den.
“Hi, honey, I’m home.” She tossed her coat over the love seat and went over to him.
Smiling, he raised his blanket to let her in.
She scooted in next to him and sighed with pleasure as his arms came around her and his heat warmed her.
“How’d it go?”
“Another dead end. I simply can’t think or talk about Androzzi for another second today or my head will explode.”
“Then we won’t talk about him.”
The agent who’d been working the front door locked up, turned out the front lights and left the room with silent stealth.
“Alone at last,” he whispered, making her shiver from the touch of his lips against her ear.
“Mmm, this day was endless.”
“It just got a thousand percent better for me.”
“You wanna make out?” She wanted to lose herself in him and let him take her away from the heartache and the frustration and the pain of this day.
“You have to ask?”
Smiling at his predictable reply, Sam turned to face him, slid her leg between his and rested her hand on his chest. “Are they spying on us?”
Nick raised the remote and turned off the TV, casting the room into darkness. “If they are, they won’t see anything.”
“Scotty…”
“Has been asleep for hours. Stop making excuses and kiss me.”
She loved that he’d turned off the TV. She loved that he always wanted her so badly and that he didn’t care who was watching.
She loved kissing him and the ravenous way he responded to her.
She loved absolutely everything about him, especially the way he made her forget the torturous day she’d just put in.
His warm hand found its way under her sweater. In a matter of seconds, her bra was unhooked and he had a handful of breast.
“Someone has done this before,” she whispered.
“Done what?”
“Made out in a dark living room with a better than average chance of getting caught.”
“You can’t prove that.”
Sam laughed and bit his bottom lip, making him gasp.
He responded by pinching her nipple tightly between his fingers.
She moaned.
He shushed her and then had to be shushed himself when she cupped his erection through his pajama pants. “Samantha.”
“Quiet. My parents might hear us. I don’t want them to kick you out.”
“You make me so hot. I can’t help it.”
“Try.” She slipped her hand inside his pants and wrapped it around his thick cock, stroking him from root to tip.
“Fuck,” he whispered when she slid her thumb over the moisture at the tip. “You’re such a tease.”
“I never tease. I always deliver. All the boys say so.”
He pinched her nipple harder than before. “You’d better not let any other boy touch what’s mine.” Then he pushed her sweater up to her neck and brought his mouth down on her nipple, sucking and biting until she was nearly delirious with desire.
“Nick.” Enough already with the fooling around, she thought. It’s time to get down to business. “Let’s go to bed.”
“Your parents would kill me if they caught me in your bed. Right here, baby.”
She couldn’t believe they were going to do this, right out in the open where they could be seen or caught. But the room was pitch dark, and the role-playing was hot, so she didn’t protest. Rather, she ground her body against his, letting him know she was game for anything he wanted.
And what he wanted was to slowly and thoroughly drive her mad with his lips on every part of skin he could get to without removing her sweater.
This so reminded her of sweaty make-out sessions in high school, only it was so much better because he loved her and there were no parents to catch them—only Secret Service agents who were hopefully otherwise occupied at the moment.
His hand traveled over her belly to the button on her jeans, which he pulled open before he unzipped her. He went right for third base without hesitation, driving his finger into her.
“Oh, God, Sam, you’re so wet. So hot.” He drove her wild with the slow slide of his finger and the occasional bump against her clit.
She was so captivated by what he was doing, she barely noticed when her jeans and panties were tugged down her legs to below her knees.
He came down on top of her, his lips devouring hers as he continued to tease her nipple with his free hand.
“Let me in,” he whispered in her ear as he withdrew his finger and pressed his much larger cock against her.
“It’s so big. Will it hurt?”
“Fucking hell,” he muttered, making her giggle softly, as a huge shudder rippled through his big muscular body that turned her on even more if that was possible. “It only hurts a little the first time, but I’ll be so gentle.”
Good lord, Sam thought. Who knew that pretending could be the hottest thing in the history of the universe? “Yes, Nick,” she whispered in response, biting down on his earlobe. “Yes. Right now. I can’t wait anymore.”
True to his word he went slowly, so slowly that she nearly screamed in frustration. She wanted all of him, but he only gave her short, shallow thrusts, as if she were in fact a virgin doing this for the first time.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she whispered. “What if I get pregnant?”
“I’ll be so happy if you do.”
Though she smiled at what he said, she couldn’t break character. “My dad will kill you.”
“I’ll take my chances.” He withdrew almost completely, and then gave her all of him in one deep thrust that had her biting her lip to keep from screaming.
Sam’s back arched into him, wishing she could get her pants off entirely so she could wrap her legs around him. Then she remembered a trick from way back when and kicked her way free of one leg of her pants and wrapped her leg around his hips.
“Yes,” he whispered hotly. “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you so bad. I’ve wanted you for so long. You have no idea.”
“Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“Don’t make me say it.”
He pulled out of her. “Say it or I won’t do it.”
“Fuck me, Nick,” she whispered, scandalized by their behavior. God help them if anyone was paying attention to the dark living room or what might be happening under the blanket that covered them.
“That’s it. That’s what I wanted to hear. I’ve been dying to fuck you since the first time I ever saw you.” He slammed into her, and she detonated. She couldn’t recall a time when she’d come harder than she did then.
“Jesus,” he whispered, his fingers digging into her ass as he rode her orgasm straight into his own. “Holy shit,” he said on a strangled sounding gasp as he erupted inside her. “What the hell just happened here?”
“I believe,” Sam said between deep breaths, “you showed me how you passed your misspent youth.”
“I showed you? How about that leg move I never saw coming?”
Sam started laughing and couldn’t stop until his mouth covered hers and he kissed her into silence.
He broke the kiss slowly, backing off until his lips were barely touching hers. “How do you propose we get ourselves out of here?”
Sam squeezed her internal muscles tightly, drawing another gasp from him. “I have no idea. This was your big idea.”
“I was lying here minding my own business until you came in and seduced me.”
“Who shut off the TV?”
“I might’ve played a small part in what happened, but I’m the innocent victim of an older, wiser woman who had her wicked way with me.”
“Oh, can we play that game sometime?”
He cupped her ass and dipped a finger between her cheeks. “We can play any game you want anytime you want.”
“I think I might want to keep you for longer than high school.”
“I think I might let you keep me forever.”
“Yes, please.” Sam kissed him again, hooking her arm around his neck to keep him from escaping. “I’ve heard,” she whispered many passionate minutes later, “that you’ve got a big day tomorrow so you ought to go home and get some sleep.”
“Yeah, I’m getting my Eagle Scout award. Will you fuck me again after that?”
Sam rocked with quiet laughter. “I’ll fuck you anytime and anyplace.”
“I have to be the luckiest guy in the history of the world.”
“You are pretty lucky, but then again so am I.”
After one more long tongue-tangling kiss, he finally withdrew from her before they could forget where they were a second time. “You take the blanket.” While he pulled up his pants and removed her jeans completely, Sam wrapped herself up in the blanket. “Ready?”
“Yeah.”
They tiptoed up the stairs and into their room, drawing only the attention of the agent who was positioned outside of Scotty’s room. He nodded to them and returned to the book he was reading.
Inside their room, they fell against the door laughing quietly.
“You know that someday they’re going to write bestselling memoirs about all the stuff they see in our house,” Nick said.
“Let them. What do we care if the whole world knows we’re wildly in love?”
“We don’t care at all.”
Sam dropped the blanket and the rest of her clothes into a pile on the floor, locked her service weapon and badge into her bedside table and headed for the shower to clean up.
By the time she brushed her teeth and returned to the bedroom, he had folded up the blanket and her clothes, which were in a neat pile on top of his dresser.
“Anal-retentive freakazoid,” she said as she climbed naked into bed with him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes, you do. And this is so much better than high school because we get to sleep together after we fuck on the sofa.”
“Did you do a lot of fucking on the sofa?”
“I’m not answering that unless you do, too.”
“I did my share of fooling around,” he said bluntly. “But I never made love until the first time I made love to you.”
“That was very smooth. You ought to be a politician when you grow up.”
“You think? They always seem so seedy.”
“I think you could be anything you wanted. Hell, you could be president someday.”
He smiled at her. “You never answered my question about sofa sex.”
“I did my share, too, although usually not at my house due to the overwhelming fear of the father with the gun.” She cupped his face and looked into his gorgeous hazel eyes. “But I never made love until the first time with you.”
Nick buried his fingers in her hair and tugged her closer for another kiss and then settled her into his arms, her head on his chest, his fingers running through her hair. This was her absolute favorite way to end a day.
“You going to tell me what happened to your hand?” he asked, running his finger lightly over her swollen knuckles.
“I punched Detective Ramsey in the face, sending him backward down the stairs. Something about a broken wrist and concussion, but he deserved it after saying he thought Stahl would’ve taken some of the starch out of me.”
“Fucking right he did. Good for you. Are you in trouble over it?”
“Who knows? Least of my worries right now. Oh and you’ll be glad to know that Hill is pissed with me because I forgot to stroke his ego.”
“You’d better not be stroking anything of his.”
“Shut up,” she said with a laugh.
“Guess who showed up at the White House today demanding to be let in to see me?”
Sam went immediately on full alert. “Who?”
“Nicoletta.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? What did she want?”
“I don’t know. I turned her away.”
“Oh my God, and now you feel guilty because you wouldn’t let her in.”
He shrugged ever so subtly but Sam felt it.
She raised herself up so she could see his face. “You’ll not feel guilty for refusing to allow her to screw up this huge moment in your life. Do you hear me?”
“Yeah, babe, I hear you.”
He said what she wanted to hear, but the wounded look in his eyes infuriated her.
“I hate that she does this to you. I hate it.”
“I do, too.”
“What right does she have to show up at the White House of all places and demand to be let in simply because she’s the one who gave birth to you? She was never your mother. Ever. Laine O’Connor is your mother.”
“Yes, she is.”
“If you turned Laine away I’d tell you you’re a heartless bastard and never to do that again. But turning away Nicoletta is you taking care of you for a change. You don’t ever need to feel guilty about doing what’s best for you when she has never done that.”
“I know.”
“But you still feel bad, don’t you?”
“I wish I didn’t, but old habits are hard to break.”
“I’m talking to Brant in the morning, and I’ll make sure she doesn’t get anywhere near you tomorrow or ever. I swear to God I’ll claw her eyes out if she tries anything tomorrow.”
Nick chuckled softly. “Easy tiger.”
“I’m not kidding around.”
“I know, baby. In other news, I broke Twitter today.”
“You did what?”
“I got more than two million followers in three hours after they made my Twitter account live. That apparently broke some sort of record or something.”
“That is so cool. My hubby, the Twitter rock star.” She moved so she was on top of him, her lips hovering above his. “Will you do me a favor?”
“Again?”
“Stop,” she said, laughing. “I’m being serious.”
He filled his hands with her butt cheeks and squeezed. “I’d do anything for you.”
“Will you please focus on the two million people who love you so much they couldn’t wait to follow you on Twitter and not give one more second of your time or attention to the woman who has never loved you the way you deserve to be loved? Will you do that? Will you do it for me?”
“Yeah, baby. I’ll do that for you.”
“Good. Now go to sleep. You’re getting sworn in tomorrow. I don’t want you looking like shit.”
His arms encircled her and he exhaled, relaxing as much as he ever did. Now hopefully he’d sleep rather than lying awake all night thinking about the woman who’d already hurt him too many times in the past.
Never again. Sam would kill her before she’d let that happen.