Chapter Thirteen
W ren pulled out of the station that night, making her way to Main Street like she always did on the way home. Duke sat up behind her in the back seat, staring out the window with his tongue lolling out of his mouth. Christmas greenery stretched across the street and along the streetlamps, which sported strings of multicolored Christmas lights wrapped around them. A brightly lit sign that read Happy Holidays was the last piece of décor she saw before turning onto her street.
Wren parked in her driveway, noting the strange car in front of her house, and hoped that Pete hadn’t come over with one of his idiotic roommates. She let Duke out of the back, and he followed her up the sidewalk as Wren thought about how she would get out of her hook-up plans with Sam. While last night was amazing, her goals didn’t involve a situationship with her ex-boyfriend.
She should have just told him something came up when he texted her a few hours ago to confirm their date, but she’d been so taken aback by his message, she couldn’t find it in her to cancel.
Counting down the hours. Can’t wait to see you.
Now, Wren was stuck getting dressed and heading over there. Maybe this was a conversation for the two of them to have in person anyway. Although, after spending her downtime today remembering every detail of his naked, glorious body, being face-to-face with him wasn’t the best idea for her willpower.
As she unlocked the front door, the Govee lights she’d had installed when she moved in flashed along the trim of the roof above her head in several different colors. It was all the Christmas she’d had time for, setting them up for every holiday season. The red and green gave her enough light to make out her shadow on the floor as Wren pushed open the door, letting Duke rush in first as she reached for the light switch.
Someone screamed just before she made contact with the switch, and as it illuminated the living room, Wren gasped in horror when she caught a brief glimpse of a naked woman straddling her brother while Duke stuck his nose in Pete’s face!
“Fucking shit!” Pete hollered, dislodging the woman and crashing to the floor, his naked limbs thrashing. The woman was huddled on the corner of the couch, backing away from Duke’s curious approach.
Wren ducked out the door with a curse and closed it, hollering through the wood, “What the hell, Pete? Don’t you have your own place to take people?”
“I didn’t think you would be home this early!” Pete yelled back.
“It doesn’t matter! I told you that was a brand-new couch! If I don’t want you getting Cheetos on it, I sure as shit don’t want your bodily fluids on it either!”
The woman inside squealed again, and Pete said, “Can you please get Duke out of here? He’s scaring her.”
“Absolutely not! I’ll be back in one hour, and at that time, I want my dog fed and in his crate and you and your guest gone!”
“Wren!”
She ignored her brother’s shouting, her face flushed as she retreated to her car and climbed inside. Was there any way to erase the image of her brother getting reverse-cowgirled on her couch? Wren winced.
“So gross,” she muttered.
Pulling out of her driveway and heading back toward town, Wren realized she was heading for Sam’s, but he wasn’t going to be home for another hour.
Using her hands-free, she sent a voice text to Sam. “Still working?”
His response was nearly immediate, and she pressed the button to play it. “I was just heading home. My last client canceled on me.”
“Do you mind if I come by now?”
“Not at all. Everything okay?”
Wren shuddered, speaking slowly. “I walked in on my brother having sex on my couch, so no.”
“Yikes! Which one?”
“Pete, not that it matters. I didn’t have time to shower, and I’m still in my uniform.”
“You could show up in a garbage bag, smelling like hot dog water, and I’d still want you.”
Wren’s stomach flipped like a flapjack, and despite her best intentions, smiled. “I can’t figure out if that is sweet or disturbing.”
“Go with sweet. I’ll see you in a few.”
Wren recognized that tonight she was using Sam to distract herself from walking in on her brother, but in all fairness, she did want to see him. Even though she knew it was a bad idea, the thought of hooking up with Sam again made her body hum with eagerness.
Besides, it was the last time. After tonight, she’d tell Sam that she couldn’t have sex with him anymore because she wasn’t looking for anything steady, even a friends-with-benefits situation.
Several messages had come through on the new profile where she’d included her objective of starting a family, and she’d gotten a call from the clinic in Sun Valley, letting her know that a man had reached out about sperm donation. While the ad might have seemed crazy at the time, it was obviously paying off.
Wren secured her weapon in the safe under the driver’s seat and locked the door to the car, surprised by how quiet the neighborhood was on a Saturday night. She headed up the walkway and climbed the porch stairs, the yellow porch light shining down on her like a spotlight. She glanced over her shoulder, wondering if any of his neighbors had noticed her.
The door opened, and Wren barely had time to smile before Sam reached out and took her hand, pulling her inside.
“Hi,” she said breathlessly.
“Hey yourself.” He shut the door and backed her against it, his mouth claiming hers in a scorching kiss. Wren melted when his body plastered against hers, opening her lips to the onslaught of his tongue, and forgetting why exactly she shouldn’t do this with Sam all day every day.
Sam broke the kiss, his lips trailing along her jaw. “I’ve been thinking about kissing you since you walked out my door last night.”
God, why did his admission make every nerve in her body tingle with excitement?
He lifted her into his arms, and she wrapped hers around his shoulders, hanging on as he carried her over to the couch. The blinds were half-closed over the windows as he sat down, pulling her over his lap.
“How was your day?” he murmured, kissing his way down the column of her throat.
Wren tilted her head back, giving him better access. “It was a day. Yours?”
“Busy.”
“Mmm, did that make the day go faster?”
“Didn’t hurt,” he said, cupping the back of her neck. “Do you mind if we save the rest of the small talk for after? I’m dying to be inside you.”
Wren understood his urgency and reached between them for his belt, opening the buckle and slipping it through the loops. She wanted purchase and when she finally got his pants undone, Wren slipped her hand inside, wrapping her fingers around his hard, hot cock, and they sighed in unison.
Sam leaned his head back against the couch, eyes closed as Wren stroked him, sliding her hand up and down. Her pussy drummed with desire as she played with him, rubbing her thumb over his wet tip. Sam sucked in his breath and opened his eyes, watching her under heavy lids as she brought her thumb to her mouth and sucked.
“Mmm, delicious.”
“Fuck me,” Sam groaned, flipping her off his lap in a fluid movement and onto her back.
Wren gasped, gripping the fabric cushion of the couch as he hovered over her, shadows passing over his face when lights from a passing car slipped through the blinds. The intensity of his expression sent her pulse racing, and she released the couch to grip the top of his jeans, pushing them over his hips.
“You know, I was going to put this in my mouth,” she murmured, her hand finding him again. “But somebody has control issues.”
Sam chuckled and climbed off her, standing next to the couch. “I’m sorry I interrupted. Carry on.”
Wren sat up and pushed his pants the rest of the way down his legs, past his knees, eagerly watching his cock flex with his motions. He’d put his hand behind his back, as if afraid he’d stop her again, and a rush of heat swept through her. Sliding her hands around to cup the cheeks of his butt, she brought him into her, then ran her hand along the head of his dick, exhilaration zinging through her when he shuddered under her mouth.
“I’m ready to show you all the new things I’ve learned,” she breathed over him, glancing up at Sam teasingly. “Think you can handle it?”
Sam rocked his hips, his cock brushing her lips. “Try me.”
Wren wrapped her hand around the base of his length and squeezed as she opened her lips and took him into her mouth, sucking him. The salty taste of his precum went to her head, and Wren forgot she was supposed to be showing him something new. Teasing him. Her hands were everywhere as she took him deep, a sloppy rhythm born out of the basic need to enjoy him.
“God, Birdy, your mouth is fucking magic.” Sam thrust into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, and she kept ahold of him to control the depth and speed. The two of them worked together, give and take, in and out, until Sam panted above her and his balls clenched in her hands, signaling he was losing control. Wren released him and dragged her tongue along the underside of him, teasing the pulsing vein.
Sam slipped his fingers into her hair and held her still. Wren glanced up at him in the dark, the feel of his intense gaze burning a hole in her soul.
“In case you have to leave when we’re done here, I’m not ready for this to be over.”
A wave of emotions tumbled through her, but before she could fully process the guilt, the longing, the fear... Sam lifted her off the couch and started stripping her, his hands stroking each patch of skin he exposed. Wren didn’t care that her uniform lay in a ball on the floor or that his hands slipped around to cup her cheeks, his finger tracing her scar.
His warm breath heaved against her neck as he whispered, “You were gone, out of my life for nineteen years, yet the thought of you not walking this Earth terrifies me.”
Her heart skittered at his admission, a warmth spreading through her at the raw emotion in his voice. She moved away from his mouth, enough so that she could take his face in her hands. “I’m here with you now, and I want to enjoy it.”
Their mouths met, tongues and lips molding, tangling, and their hands all over each other’s bodies. His calloused palms took the opportunity to travel up and around, slipping between their bodies to cover her breasts, fingering her puckering nipples. Wren jerked when he pinched her, squeezing her thighs together as her flesh pulsated between her legs. When he dropped to his knees and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking it with a savage tug, her eyes fluttered closed.
Sam switched to the other breast as his hand slid between her legs, rubbing between her lips. When he pushed two fingers inside, Wren bucked against the intrusion, sucking air like she couldn’t catch her breath. As he gently bit and sucked her aching peak, she continued to ride his fingers, seeking satisfaction.
Sam released her nipple and met her gaze, a wicked grin on his face. “I think it’s high time you showed me how you almost killed a man.”
It took her a moment to remember telling him about riding another man’s face, and Wren laughed. “Aren’t you scared?”
“No.” Sam smacked her ass with both hands, gripping her cheeks until her back bowed. “Are you? I think you’re scared I’m going to wreck you for anyone else.”
Wren gasped. “Fucking arrogant son of a— Oh, fuck!”
Her body shook when he found her clit, circling it, twisting it, pinching it in hard, fast strokes until she was panting above him.
“I’m going to lie down on that couch, and I want you to climb up and let me taste that sweet pussy,” he growled, his teeth grazing the top of her breast.
How could he expect her to move when he was doing something so amazing?
“No? You’re going to deny me?” Two fingers curled inside her, and her knees buckled. He caught her with his arm wrapped around her thighs, holding her in place as he played with her body. “That’s not very nice, Birdy. Especially when I’ve got some new things to show you, too.”
She held on for dear life as he stroked her, massaging that area inside that too many men forgot existed, and his fast circular ministrations left her riding his hand like a barrel racer heading toward the finish line. When his fingers twisted inside, her eyes rolled back, and she was done for, the hot rush of her orgasm surging over his hand, and she cried out his name, pushing herself forward to buck and shake until she finally came down, eyes opening slowly to find him watching her like he was ready to eat her up.
Have fucking mercy.
He slipped his fingers out of her and stood up, brushing her hair back from her face. “Still so fucking sensitive.”
Wren laughed. “I’m not. You just knew what you were doing.”
“Is that so?” Suddenly, he moved her aside and sat down on the couch at the same time he lifted her up, dragging her up his body until her pussy was hovering just below his mouth.
“Ride my face,” he demanded, fingers gripping her hips as if anticipating Wren climbing off him.
“Why? Are you hoping I’m gonna smother you?” she teased.
“If you did, what a way to go.”
This time, Wren helped him adjust her over his face, and when his tongue found her open center, she arched her back. Most men would have been over foreplay after she got hers, but as he stroked her, licking her along her seam until he found her clit, her already sensitive and throbbing flesh quivered.
“Are you trying to go for a record?” she asked, her words ending on a moan as he sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue across it rapidly. Wren grabbed on to the only things she could, the back of the couch and his hair, as he licked her over the edge, and that second orgasm had her bucking so hard against his face, she nearly fell off the couch.
Sam caught her by her hips, dragging her down to straddle his heaving chest. “Whoa, there. What was that you were saying about a record?”
“Orgasms,” she gasped. “Are you trying to beat my record?”
“What’s your record?” he asked, stroking her thighs.
“Two,” she said.
“Too easy,” he said, sitting up until she slid down his body, settling in his lap. “It’s in the bag.”
“Earlier, when you were rubbing your wet pussy all over this cock, I wanted to slip it inside you so bad I almost burst.”
Wren bit her lip, staring down into his intense expression, and for a split second, she almost said, Do it. Fuck me raw.
But if he asked her if she was on the pill, she couldn’t lie to him. He’d probably think she was trying to trap him. But if she told him the truth, that would be even crazier.
“Hey, are you okay?” Sam asked, worry etched into the lines around his eyes.
“I’m amazing,” she said, smiling at him as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “I do have one beef though.”
“What’s that?”
“You’re doing way too much talking when we ought to be fucking.”
“I can fix that,” Sam said, picking her up with him and carrying her into the bedroom. He tossed her onto the mattress and pulled a condom from the side table, slipping it over his cock. Sam climbed up her body, her curves molding into him, familiar but different at the same time.
He slipped inside her easily, and she wrapped her legs around him, her arms holding on to his shoulders as he moved faster, faster, bucking against her, pushing deeper with every stroke, making her cry out with every press forward. Then he leaned up on his arms, staring down at her as he pistoned her with his cock. Although his face was leaner with more fine lines, Wren could still see that eighteen-year-old boy he used to be smiling down at her.
He changed his movements, and something about the way his hips swirled made her grasp for whatever she could, and that ended up being his arms, as she cried out, “Right there, right there, yes yes yes, fuck yes!”
Sam continued to circle his hips and thrust until she was flying again, soaring through the air in an out-of-body experience where she watched him continue to pump into her as he came, his mouth buried in her neck as his chest heaved against hers.
Wren took a deep breath, soft laughter escaping. She felt incredible, all the tension leached out of her by the amazing sex.
“They should bottle you up and prescribe you for tension,” Wren murmured.
Sam lifted himself up and grinned. “Oh yeah?”
“Absolutely.” She ran her hands over him, adding softly, “You certainly have learned a thing or two.”
“Or maybe your body missed me.” Before she could respond, he kissed her swiftly and hopped off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”
Sam headed into the bathroom while she lay there in his bed, thinking about how good it was with him. She rolled onto her side, her eyes so heavy she barely noted when he came back to the bed, snuggling against her back with his arm around her waist.
“I’m glad you’re home.”
Wren’s eyes popped open at those sweet words, and panic formed in her chest. Their connection was too much, too fast, and she was afraid he thought that there was something more between them. How would she tell him that’s not what she wanted?
Once Sam started snoring, Wren got dressed and slipped out, checking her phone. Pete had texted an apology full of excuses, but she was still pissed at her brother. She climbed into her car and took off for home, wondering if Sam would wake up before morning and realize she was gone.
Wren really hoped not, and when he did wake up, she prayed he would realize this was for the best.