Chapter Twenty #2
Sam wrapped her arms and legs around him, losing herself to him and the magic they created together.
Nothing else could compare to this, she thought as he tugged her nipple into the heat of his mouth.
“Nick.” She squirmed under him, trying to move things along, even knowing how he hated to be rushed.
“You aren’t being impatient, are you?”
“Yes, I am.”
“And what is it that my baby wants?”
“You. Only you.” She pressed her pelvis against his cock. “Right now.”
He surprised her when he gave her exactly what she’d asked for in one long, deep stroke that filled her so perfectly. “Like that?”
“Yes,” she said, gasping, “ like that.” She held on tight to him as he moved in her.
Then he repositioned her, raising her hips and hitting a spot deep inside her.
Sam cried out and held on tighter to him as he reached down to where they were joined to coax her to an orgasm that crashed over her like huge waves hitting the beach.
He was right there with her, his fingers digging into her hip and shoulder as he let himself go, sagging into her embrace afterward.
Sam ran her fingers through his hair, which was damp with sweat. Even when sweaty, he still smelled delicious to her.
“Am I crushing you?”
“Nope. Feels good.”
“Everything about this feels good.”
“I want you to know… I wouldn’t be able to deal with this without you and our family to prop me up.”
“We’ll always be right here for you. I wish there was more I could do to help you through it. I know what a tough loss this is for you.”
“I keep thinking I dreamed it, you know? That he’s not gone, that none of it happened.”
“The suddenness of it makes it harder to accept. Someone at work today said that’s better for him but harder for those left behind.”
“I guess.” She yawned and her eyes suddenly felt heavy.
“Let’s get you to bed.” Nick pushed himself up on his arms and withdrew from her. He picked up the robe from the foot of the bed and held it for her.
Sam dragged herself off the comfortable mattress and let him wrap the robe around her.
As much as she’d prefer to stay put, they needed to be able to hear the twins if they woke up in the night.
It didn’t happen every night, but when it did there were usually tears involved.
“We need a monitor for the twins’ room, so we can hear them from up here. ”
“I’ll ask Shelby to order one tomorrow.”
Sam was so tired that her legs felt rubbery beneath her as she made her way down the stairs, past Max, the Secret Service agent positioned in the hallway outside Scotty’s room. He nodded to them as they went by.
“I hate that he knows we’re coming from a booty call,” Sam said when they were inside their room with the door closed.
“Is it still a booty call when we’re married?”
“If there is booty involved, it’s a booty call.”
With both hands on her ass, he gave a gentle squeeze. “And I do so love your booty.”
“There’s way too much of my booty.”
“No way.” He continued to nuzzle her neck. “There’s a perfect amount.”
“You have to say that. You love me.”
“I do love you, and your perfect, sexy booty.”
She wrapped her arms around him and held on for the longest time, so long she nearly dozed off standing up.
“Into bed with you.” Nick nudged her toward her side of the bed. He pulled down the covers, helped her out of the robe and waited for her to get settled before tucking her in.
Sam’s eyes shot open. “The messenger bag.”
“What?”
“My dad’s bag.” She sat up and the covers fell to her waist. “I need my phone. It’s in the pocket of the robe.”
He got it for her and handed it over.
Sam put through a call to Captain Malone, who answered on the second ring.
“What’s up?”
“Sorry to call so late, but I had a thought about Conklin.”
“You’re not allowed to have thoughts about Conklin right now.”
“Are you searching his house?”
“First thing in the morning.”
“Are you looking for the messenger bag?”
“It’s on the list.”
“Okay.” Sam sagged into the pillows, filled with relief. “Okay.”
“Try to get some sleep, will you?”
“I’ll try. Talk to you in the morning.” Sam closed the flip phone and plugged it into the charger she kept on the bedside table.
“Can they get that done overnight?” Nick asked from his side of the bed.
“They’ll have to wake up a judge, but they should be able to make a case that it’s urgent. If his wife came to see him in jail, he could tell her what to get rid of, so time is of the essence.”
“You think he had something to do with your father’s shooting?”
“I don’t want to think that—for many, many reasons—but I can’t ignore what the evidence is telling me. Archie is looking through the footage from the day of the shooting. If he can put Conklin there, that’d be huge.”
“It’s not enough that your guy Davis and one of the paramedics said he was there?”
“That’s damning, for sure, but the video would be irrefutable.”
Nick reached for her, and Sam turned toward him, sighing as he wrapped his arms around her. “Try to shut it off for a few hours so you can get some rest.” His hand made soothing circles on her back.
Even as her brain continued to spin, she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer. Wrapped up in her husband’s love, she was able to let it go and relax into sleep.