Chapter 9
Ihear arguing coming from downstairs. Rushing down, I halt about halfway when I hear Philip’s voice.
Why is Philip here again? I groan audibly.
And who is he yelling at? What the fuck?
I thought I was pretty clear yesterday. But apparently, not clear enough. Groaning again, I continue making my way down.
Once I’m far enough down the stairs, I see Sam punch Philip. Oh my god!
Philip stumbles back a little before catching himself.
Rushing the rest of the way down the stairs, the volume of my voice rises as I shout at these idiots.
“What the fuck are you guys doing? You know what? Don’t tell me.
I don’t care. Philip. Leave. Now. Sam, maybe you should go home, too.
Why are you even here this early? You guys are acting like fucking children. ”
Philip turns around, making his way to the door, muttering an apology. I watch him as he shuts the door behind him.
“That’s the guy you want to be with?” Sam waves a hand behind him in the direction of the front door; his words are dripping in distaste.
“Not that it’s any of your business,” I clench my hands in fists at my sides, “but I broke up with him. So, no. He isn’t the guy I want to be with. It shouldn’t matter to you anyway!” I’m still shouting.
I’m furious because this is the last thing I need right now when I've just lost my brother. I just need to get away from Sam, who obviously isn’t leaving.
Quickly turning around, I start up the stairs and hear Sam call after me.
“Wait. Let’s talk.”
“Stop following me,” I shout down to him, not caring where my parents are, or if they are even awake.
“Come on, just talk to me.” Sam’s voice is sincere, worried.
I practically run the rest of the way up the stairs to the third floor and ignore Sam’s continued pleas.
He’s right behind me and catches the door. Before I can close it, he slowly prowls into my room.
“Get out,” I snarl at him and shove my hand against his solid chest.
“No.” His tone is flat as he grabs onto my hand, keeping it against him. I feel his thunderous heart beneath his gray T-shirt.
He closes the door softly behind him. He’s calm. Too calm. Which enrages me further. Yanking my hand away from his chest and crossing my arms in front of me, I step slightly closer to him and raise my chin in defiance.
“Get. Out.”
Sam’s eyes flicker, and before I can process what that was, he pulls me into him, spins us around, and pins me to the door. His lips are on mine in an instant.
This isn’t a slow, sensual kiss. This is desperate, a little angry, even.
It takes only a heartbeat before I kiss him back, nipping at his bottom lip. My arms wrap around his waist, and I’m pulling him closer into me. Sam groans into my mouth and pulls away long enough to catch his breath.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time, Kitty Kat,” he whispers in my ear, causing shivers to run down my spine. He plunges his tongue back into my mouth and the feel of him against me quickly brushes away any thoughts I might have on what he just said.
God, this man.
My body melts into his as he softly nips my ear and trails kisses along my neck. I shiver from the contact, my stomach tightens, and my core heats.
Sam’s hands are still pinning me to the door.
I should stop this. But it feels so good.
Feels… right.
I’ve thought about his mouth on me more times than I’d like to admit.
I can’t think straight, but my mind quickly stops arguing with me when he moves down further and trails kisses along my throat, down to my collarbone.
Sam grabs my hips with both hands and lifts me. I wrap my legs around him and grip his shoulders. His mouth is back on mine.
I want him. “Sam, please,” I gasp in between breaths.
He grabs the hem of the oversized T-shirt I slept in and pauses, looking at me. I nod, and that's all the confirmation Sam needs. He pulls my T-shirt up just enough to give him access and pushes my panties to the side.
He pushes one finger inside me, and I moan at the contact. His other hand is still holding me up against the door.
“Fuck, you're soaked for me,” Sam growls as he continues placing kisses along my neck.
I start to protest when he removes his fingers. He gives me a delicious wink as he lines up his length with my entrance. I didn’t even realize he had unzipped his pants.
He pauses again, giving me time to say no. When I raise my eyebrow in challenge, he slowly pushes his cock into me, and my legs tighten slightly around him. Sam feels incredible inside me.
“Please, Sam,” I beg. He’s moving too slowly.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers, like it’s taking all his strength not to slam into me.
I look up at him and hiss, “This isn’t my first time. I’m not going to break.”
At that, Sam grabs my hips with both of his hands and pushes the rest of the way into me. I gasp and dig my fingers into his shoulders.
He pulls out almost all the way and slams back into me.
An embarrassingly loud moan escapes my lips. “That better, Kitty Kat?” Sam chuckles.
“Yes. God, yes. Please don’t stop, Sam.” I’m barely able to form words as he continues to move inside of me.
“You don’t have to beg me. Touch yourself, Kitty Kat.” Sam’s tone is desperate. A plea. His mouth is on mine again as he continues to drive into me, my back hitting against the door as he moves.
I do as he demands, my fingers go straight to my clit, and I begin to rub in circles. The tension inside of me builds until I’m panting. I’m so close.
God, he feels so amazing.
I jolt awake.
“Fuuuuck.” I groan into my pillow.
***
Slowly, I get out of bed and head to the shower to get ready for the day. I can’t stop thinking about that dream.
I can’t stop thinking about Sam. About how much my body wishes that dream were reality. By the time I calm myself down, the water is starting to turn cold. Oops. Hopefully, no one else needed to shower.
Once I’m back in my bedroom, I get dressed in leggings, an old AC/DC shirt, and sandals.
Before I leave, I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. Shit, I meant to call Liv last night.
“Hey, Liv.” My voice is more chipper than I feel.
“First of all, I swear I wasn’t talking to Philip. He was worried when you didn’t go to work, and he showed up at our place demanding that I tell him where you were.” The words tumble out in a single breath.
“God, he is such a tool. I’m sorry he put you in that position.”
“Fuck, I’m so sorry he showed up at your parents’ house. What a creep! So… inquiring minds are dying to know about a certain walk with a certain hottie by the name of Samuel Harris.” She’s overly dramatic this morning, and I hear Liv’s girlfriend, Talia, chuckle in the background.
Liv and Talia have been dating for about six months. Talia is five feet, six inches with gorgeous, dark skin and dark, curly hair. Talia’s calm demeanor is a perfect balance to Liv’s fire. I adore her.
I quickly go back into my room and close the door. I don’t want anyone to hear this conversation. I tell Liv the details of my walk and about finding Philip at my house when we got back. I even tell her about my dream, including all the more unsavory details. She is my ride or die after all.
“I don’t know how I’m going to look him in the face the next time I see him.”
“Girl, that dream sounds hot as fuck! And by fuck, I mean, why not get a little action from that man? No. Not yet. Bad timing. But maybe soon?” She’s mostly talking to herself at this point. I want to pull my hair out.
“Oh my God, Liv! Why are you this way?” I can’t stop the borderline hysterical laugh that spills out. It feels good to laugh when everything feels so heavy.
“You fucking love me this way. Don’t try to deny it.” Liv is all sass. I run my hand down my face.
“I do love you. But my God.” I lie down on my bed and stare at the ceiling. “In all seriousness, I just don’t think I can put myself out there with him again. You know what happened last time.”
“I was serious. You know I’m a big advocate of engaging in certain activities to relieve stress.
” She laughs out. I can almost see the wink she would inevitably give me if I were with her.
“I know you were really hurt, and I understand why you both might be hesitant with everything going on.” Her voice is serious now, but still gentle.
“I’m just saying, it’s been a long time.
That man is still single. Kat, he never got married.
And, I know we haven’t talked about him much, but he asks about you every time he and I talk. ”
I’ve always suspected this, but she’s never confirmed it before.
“He asks me when I think you’ll be ready to talk to him again,” Liv continues. “Maybe don’t close the door on him yet. See how things go and be open to the possibilities.”
I sigh audibly and run my fingers through my loose hair. “I just want to get through this week.” Deciding it’s best not to dwell on Sam, I change the subject. “When are you going to be here?”
“Tomorrow morning, babe!” She’s trying to sound cheerful, but I know it's a mixture of excitement and grief.
“I can’t wait to see you. God, I need you here to keep me sane. Is Talia coming with you?”
I hear the hesitance in her voice, “I’m not sure yet. Maybe?”
“How is everything going with her family?”
“It’s… going.” She groans, “It’s going to be a long process, I think. We’re trying to go slow with them. Even if I want to be anything but slow with her.”
“I’m sorry this isn’t easier, Liv.”
“Hey, I was thinking. Maybe we could have a sleepover the first couple of nights I’m there? Watch some movies and eat our weight in popcorn and licorice like we used to do?”
I don’t hesitate to respond, “yes! That would be great! We can share my bed!” I know she’s stressed about her situation with Talia’s family, and we could both use some girl time with sappy movies and good snacks.
“Well, I don’t want to inhibit a little Kat and Sam action.” She laughs out. “But seriously, it would be nice to veg out a bit and just be goofy.”
I roll my eyes, even though she can’t see me, and ignore her comment about Sam. “It means everything to me that you’ll be here. I don’t think I could go through all of this without you.”
“You know, he was like a brother to me, too. I wouldn’t miss this for anything. I’m just so sad and so sorry that this is the reason for us being back home.”
We wrap up our call, and I finally make my way downstairs to embrace the day. I’m secretly hoping Sam isn’t here. I don’t know how I’m going to face him after that dream.
I’m grateful when I spend the entire day with Mom and Dad playing cards, drinking wine, and watching old western movies on the couch. I’m even more thankful that Sam doesn't make an appearance.