23. Sam
23
SAM
Marie is everywhere.
She’s in my head, in my chest, in the air I breathe.
I’ve spent weeks trying to push her out, trying to tell myself that staying away is the right thing to do. That she deserves better than us. That what we did was reckless, impulsive—something we could walk away from before it got too deep.
But it’s already too deep. It has been from the moment she walked back into my life.
I look at her now, standing in the middle of our house, her hair tousled from the wind outside, her lips parted in surprise, her cheeks still flushed from whatever happened before she came here. She’s breathless, defiant, stubborn as hell, and so damn beautiful it makes me ache.
I’m done pretending. I’m done holding back. I’m done worrying about what Preacher will do, what the town will say, what this means for the rest of my life.
I am all in.
I step closer, watching her carefully, waiting for any sign that she’s second-guessing this. It’s not there. All I see in her eyes is heat. Longing. She wants this just as much as I do. And I can’t hold back anymore.
I cut the line and nudge Hugo out of the way with my shoulder before hooking my hand around the back of her head and dragging her to me for a brutal kiss. I don’t have it in me to make this sweet or gentle. I need her now.
She must need it too. She kisses me back hard, need and desperation coating her tongue. She paws at me, and every touch wedges her deeper into my soul.
I hold her like she’s mine. Like she belongs to me. To us.
And she does. She has since she came back as a woman. Those books she wrote, they’re me, Trick, and Hugo on every page. I skimmed through a couple just to see, and fuck if they didn’t get me hard.
Our girl is as dirty as we are, and now I want her to show us.
I pull back a fraction of an inch, panting as I press my forehead to hers. “Don’t move.”
“What?”
I bend down and hoist her over my shoulder, making her whoop and holler.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking what’s mine.” Now that she’s over my shoulder, her dress flutters with every step. I swat her over her flowered panties and march to my bedroom, knowing the guys are right behind us. Just a thin layer of cotton between me and every part of her that will make her scream my name. Those’ll have to go.
Just as I cross the threshold, Marie complains, “Put me down!”
She sounds serious about it, so I set her on the foot of my oversized bed. Hugo insisted on them when we moved in here—said normal-sized beds are for normal people, and we aren’t them. I thought it was bullshit, but the bigger-than-California-king beds have been a lifesaver every time we’ve done this.
Though, really, we’ve never done this. We’ve never had Marie in a bed. Feels like another first for us.
She looks up at me with something like wonder in her eyes. Her hand rests on her stomach, and I’m instantly on alert.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, I don’t think…I don’t think you hurt me.”
I run my thumb along the side of her jaw. “What is it? Too much? Too fast? Are you not…is this?—”
She turns slightly and takes my thumb into her mouth, sucking on it seductively before letting it go with a pop. Then she grins. “I’m good, Sam.”
“You’re about to be,” Trick says as he sits next to her, resting an arm behind her.
“Um, actually, I’d kind of like to try something. If that’s okay,” she says, looking up at me.
“Anything.” And I mean it. I’d do anything for her.
She doesn’t speak. She stares into my eyes from beneath her lashes and reaches up to hook her fingers into the waist of my jeans. Those tiny fingers feel around until she finds the button and flicks them open. “I want to do something I’ve never done before.”
“I’m all ears.”
“I’d rather show you. Hugo said he wanted a show the first night, and I don’t think he got one?—”
“Do not underestimate yourself, love,” Hugo purrs from his perch at the head of the bed. “You put on quite a show that night.”
Even now, unzipping me, she manages to blush from his comment. I don’t know what she has in mind, but I like where she’s heading. Once my jeans are down, my cock springs free, almost jabbing her eye.
“No underwear?” she asks coquettishly. “Naughty boy.”
I laugh sharply once, too taken by this different side of her. “If I’m a naughty boy, then you must be—oh.” Her palm is hot against my shaft, and fuck, it feels amazing.
“Whatever you were about to say, I am,” she says firmly. “Now, you’ll have to guide me. I’ve never really done this. Touched one when it was in my face, I mean.”
I wrap her hand in mine to guide her back and forth along my length. My breath hisses out. “Like this.”
“It feels so different than when it’s inside. The skin is soft, but the rest of you isn’t. The end is darker than the rest. And that vein—it’s so big.”
I swallow. Somehow, hearing her describe my cock so innocently yet bluntly while her hot little hand is jerking me is really fucking working for me. “And when you get to the end like that—” My breath stops in my chest. “Very sensitive.”
“The first time you fucked my face, I never really got a chance to explore you.”
“I was too far gone for that.” I’m almost too far gone now too.
“So, if I were to put my mouth on you like this,” she says right before swallowing the head.
It is all I can do not to pop off right then. She’s a quick study, but she can’t take my whole cock in her mouth, so she uses her hand to make up for it. Her lips and hand form a kind of seal as she travels up and down, back and forth. She’s got me cursing like a sailor under my breath.
It’s not an expert job by any means, but she makes up for that with enthusiasm and suction. I lace my fingers into her hair to control her rhythm, and it’s hard not to take over completely. I want to give her a chance to explore, as she put it, but I am dying to fuck those pretty lips again.
Next thing I know, though, Trick’s hand slides up her thigh and under her dress, and just seeing that, I can’t hold on anymore.
I pull out, and bless her, she follows, trying to keep my cock in her mouth. “I’m done waiting.” I give her a little push backward, and she bounces on the bed, giggling.
Damn that sound.
I flip her dress up, snatch her panties off of her, and find her glistening already. This girl was made for us. I toss my T-shirt overhead, shove my jeans off, and yank her to the edge of the bed with me between her legs. Her dress is still on, and I can’t wait to get it off.
I notch myself at her entrance, and mindless instinct takes over. She feels too good, too wet. My cock died and went to Heaven. I thrust home halfway, unable to stop myself. She groans, arching her back off the bed, and right as she does, Trick kisses her. She clutches at him to pull him closer.
She doesn’t see a naked Hugo sneaking up on her other side, but when he puts her hand on his cock, she strokes him. There’s no hesitation, no jumpiness about feeling someone suddenly there. She moans into Trick’s mouth as I fuck her harder, and grips Hugo’s cock to get him going.
This is what I’ve wanted for so fucking long. A woman who gets us. One who understands we’re a package deal, and not only understands it, but wants everything that goes along with that. She’s no innocent, no matter how much I tried to think of her that way.
Marie is in this as much as we are.
She winds her hips on me, meeting me stroke for stroke until Trick trades kissing for a blow job. When he’s in her throat, she looks at me, and I could come right then and there, but I wait. I want to feel her come first. I need that.
She chokes on Trick with tears springing from her eyes, but keeps going. Such a fucking trooper.
“My turn,” Hugo grumbles, and it’s two seconds before she turns and takes him into her throat. He growls in French as he fucks her face.
Trick takes it upon himself to strip her bare, cutting the fabric from her body while she’s distracted by me and Hugo. Not sure she’ll be happy about that, but she’ll get over it.
Right now, I don’t think she cares. Her soft body tenses, and her sounds get more heightened. Her little pussy pulses on me, so I reach down for her clit to make it even better. She yelps on Hugo’s cock and pulls off of him to breathe. Her whimpers send me to the edge with her. “Mm, oh fuck, Sam, I’m?—”
“Come on my cock, baby,” I growl, too far gone to sound nice.
Her whole body goes tight as a scream peals out of her. I grab her hips and slam deep before I remember to pull out. The moment I start to, her legs latch around me, forcing me to stay in. “Baby, I?—”
“It’s okay. I’m good,” she whines, clenching tighter around me. “Come inside of me!”
Pleasure erupts so hard it’s almost pain. My legs buckle, but I force myself to stay on my feet as every bit of life shoots out of me and into her. For a moment, there’s nothing else in the world but my orgasm, and then every muscle in me goes limp and I narrowly avoid collapsing on her by shooting my arms out to land next to her shoulders, staring into her wide brown eyes.
She pulls me down on top of her those last few inches, kissing me so hard I might never recover. I don’t know how long we’re tangled together—minutes, hours, seconds, it doesn’t matter. All I know is that it’s right.
She’s not a mistake. She’s not something to run from. She’s ours. My heart pounds harder than it should, and I know one thing for certain.
I love her. I don’t know when it happened—if it was the day she came back to town or the moment she stepped into our shop the night I gave her the tattoo.
But I love her. And I’m done pretending I don’t.