Chapter 46 Tommy
Up in my room, Sam looks more comfortable. A little nervous still, so I drop her bag on my bed and walk over to her and wrap her up in my arms.
“Are you still worried about your bag?” I ask when she hides her face in my chest.
“A little? It’s a bit…huge.”
I chuckle into her hair. “I’m pretty sure people say to not worry about the size of something.”
She looks up with a smile on her face and I kiss her before she can start to worry again. Her breath hitches when my tongue parts her lips and then she melts against me, her hands working their way under my shirt so they’re on my back. Those fingers that she had wrapped around my dick what feels like ages ago, press into my muscles and keep me flush against her. As if I need any motivation to do anything with this woman.
She groans in frustration.
“Not quite the reaction I was hoping for,” I murmur against her mouth.
“We can’t get swept up in this when there are people expecting us to come downstairs. They’re waiting.”
“We’re all waiting for Courtney to get here. Do you think those two aren’t making out in some corner right now?” I ask, willing to bet money on that. “Plus, the rest of the guys are still in the stables. If it would make you feel better, we could spend a couple of minutes unpacking that duffle you brought.”
Her face becomes increasingly red. “I’m not sure you’re going to have space for it all,” she mumbles, pressing her face into my chest.
I tip her face up so she’s looking at me again. “Why on earth would I have written a list of things that I wanted you to bring here if I didn’t have a plan for where it all would go?”
Her eyes squint a little in skepticism as I take her hand in mine and lead her first to the closet, opening one side. I didn’t go overboard and make it look like she was supposed to fully move in, but there’s a full quarter of the space completely open that I gesture to. “For your work things, any dresses, and shoes.”
Those eyes go wide and I take her to the long dresser before she can comment on the closet. I open one of the small top drawers first. “For your unmentionables and socks.” Then I move and pull open two of the larger drawers. “For your shirts and then your pants.”
Finally, I walk her to the tall dresser, pulling the middle drawer open. “And for your sleepwear.”
Her eyes get a little watery and she blinks rapidly.
“Sam?” I ask softly, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“I didn’t pack enough,” she says.
Tugging her against me, I let out a sigh of relief. “We can make another trip, cowgirl, don’t you fret.”
She nods against my chest. “I need to find more space for your things at my place. You only have a drawer so far.”
Squeezing her a little more, I kiss the top of her head and say, “No worries, I don’t want to take over your apartment. There’s plenty of space here and I’ll pack efficiently for my drawer.”
Sam laughs and stretches up, kissing my cheek. “That sounds like a plan.”
“Should we at least get your post-mudding change of clothes out of there along with things for you to use in the shower?”
She gives a determined nod. “Yes, please. Then when people aren’t waiting, I can empty the rest of this thing and it can stop making me overthink everything.”
I interrupt her path to the bag in question with a kiss. “There’s nothing you have to overthink with me. I’m here for it all.”
Her eyes get a little shine in them once more and she opens her mouth like she’s going to say something. But instead of any words coming out, her arms wrap around my neck and she kisses me hard.
Unfortunately, that’s when Courtney enters the house. We didn’t close the door to my room, so we hear her and Avery scream and Jax’s low chuckle. Right on cue, Sam pulls away and looks around for a moment, likely figuring out the most efficient way to get what she needs out of the giant bag. I lean around her and unzip the top to help her get started, kissing her cheek, and she smiles while pulling out the neatly rolled clothes at the top and a smaller bag.
“Should I take that to the bathroom?” I ask as she pulls out a few small bottles.
“Yes please.”
“You can lay your clothes out for tonight on the bed if you’d like,” I call over my shoulder as I put her supplies in the shower. When I leave the bathroom, I see a neat pile of clothes laid out on the corner of my bed. My heart gives an extra beat or two thinking that it might one day be our bed. But will she want to move here? That’s a hell of a lot to ask of someone, especially an only child who grew up in the city. Instead of panicking, I realize that I’d be happy for us to get a place in Greenstone if that’s what she wanted.
I watch Sam turn to look at me, brushing invisible dirt off her thighs.
“Okay, let’s go get filthy,” she says, walking towards the door as if that’s a phrase that she regularly utters and my jaw drops.
I grab her by the wrist before she gets too far and pin her against the closet.
“What’s wro—”
Her question is cut off by my lips on hers and a rumbling sound starting from deep in my chest. My hands can’t seem to decide if they should be tangled in her hair or roaming her body while her fingers dig into my shoulders as she meets every bit of intensity I have. She lets my knee press between her thighs and makes a little whimpering sound as she lowers herself an inch so she can straddle my leg.
“Tommy and Sam, are you almost ready?” Avery calls up the stairs, effectively throwing a bucket of cold water on me.
I let out a frustrated breath and kiss Sam on the forehead.
“What was that for?” she asks, her lips noticeably swollen.
“Simply you saying that we’re about to get filthy had a few thoughts racing through my head and I might have gone a little caveman on you.” I wince and rub the back of my neck, putting everything together. She was talking about mud. Not getting filthy and naked.
“Oh my goodness, I hadn’t even thought of that,” she says, putting a hand over her mouth.
Way to go, Tommy.
As she watches me, her hand falls away and there’s a sexy smile behind it. “But I’m not opposed to you interpreting it that way.”
Letting out a pained groan, I gesture for her to lead the way down to the others as I mumble, “I have a feeling this is going to be torturous.”