Chapter Twelve Have A Little Faith #2
I clear my throat and hope I can keep it together.
“Yeah, so she feels we should delay the wedding until things blow over. Not because she believes I’m cheating, but because she believes maybe the threat of even worse packages will stop if we don’t get married.
” I stand at the windows with the image of Samantha walking down the aisle to marry me.
“All of this is ruining the wedding for her, ‘tainting it,’ she says. I won’t lose her.
I won’t let them win by delaying the wedding.
” Pure menace rages through me for whomever is behind this emotional blackmail.
“We won’t let that happen, brother,” Fin says, always so sure of himself and his ability to fix my problems.
A soft smile and moment of peace, believing what he says is possible. “Let’s talk strategy, then.”
Michael takes over, laying out our plan. I glance at the door again, hoping, praying the warm, open woman I left a few minutes ago will still be there when I return.
Samantha
“You’re such a troublemaker, Bash.” I push his shoulder, and he falls over on the couch laughing.
“I can’t help it. If you don’t want people knowing you’re having sex in the on-call room, then don’t have sex in the on-call room.
” He shrugs. “It’s fair game. We may eat at the hospital and sleep there, but that doesn’t mean it’s okay to have sex there.
Seriously, it’s our place of business. You don’t have sex where you work. ”
God, if he only knew.
“What? Why are you blushing?” He sits up, looming over me. “Cupcake, is there something you need to confess?”
I push against his chest, laughing. “No. I don’t have anything I’d like to confess.”
He squints at me. “Like to confess? That means you do, but you’re not saying.” His eyes widen. “Oh my God! You’ve totally had sex at MCI!”
“No!” I jump up and head to the kitchen. “That would be so wrong.” I can’t keep a straight face.
Bash follows me. “But kinda hot,” he murmurs behind me.
“Really, really hot.” I sigh as I stir the gumbo and turn off the rice.
“Holy fuck, Samantha Lilian Cavanaugh, you’ve totally had sex at the office.” He leans against the counter, facing me.
Shaking my head, I suck in my lips. I’m not admitting anything. But I can’t keep a smirk from spreading, despite biting my lip to keep my mouth closed. I bang the spoon on the pot, place it in the spoon holder, and close the lid. “I wish they’d hurry. I’m really hungry.”
“I can’t believe you’re not going to answer me. After all the stuff I’ve told you.” He feigns indignation.
I scoff. “Uh, you’re the one who says sex talk is off limits. It goes against our friend-agreement or some shit like that.”
“That was when you were still a virgin, and before I knew you were having sex at the office.”
“I never said that.”
He chuckles, his face all handsome and lit up. “Babycakes, you don’t have to say it. Your body is telling plenty.”
He’s enjoying this way too much. “Oh, hush. Stop looking, then.” I can’t get away with anything.
All these men around me read me like an open book, like I have a digital banner running across my forehead, advertising my inner thoughts.
It’s frustrating. Except when Joseph does it, it’s kinda hot that he can read me so well.
Bash leans in, whispering in my ear, “Okay, I’ll stop. Don’t be embarrassed. It’s great you two have such an adventurous sex life. I never would have thought of you taking such a risk.” He kisses my cheek and pulls away, his teasing gone, but his eyes still twinkle—enjoying this way too much.
“What risk? He has a lock on his office door.” I wink as I leave him gawking at me from the kitchen.
The guys finally come out of the office. Joseph looks worn out and leery as he approaches. I meet him halfway. His hands grip my hips like he needs me to ground him. I rest my arms on his shoulders as his forehead touches mine.
“Sweetness,” he says so softly it sends chills across my skin.
One hand sinks into his hair, and my other cups his cheek. “I’m here, Caveman.”
His eyes close on deep exhale. “Say that again.”
Oh, Joseph, you’re breaking my heart. I brush my lips across his. “I’m here, Caveman.” Kiss. “I love you.” Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.
He pulls back, his eyes red-rimmed, but sparkling green. “Besides your orgasms this morning, that’s the best sound I’ve heard all day.”
“Well, then, I guess I’ll have to be sure to tell you again and again.” I kiss his cheek and take his hand. “Now, let me feed you so you have the stamina to pull more of those sounds from me later.”
He pulls me back around. His lips crash into mine with a deep rumble in his chest. “Fuck, you made me hard.”
I press against him. “You’re making me wet.”
“Christ, I’ve fucking missed you.” He breathes across my lips.
“The sooner we feed the guys, the sooner they’ll leave.”
With a gleam in his eyes and a panty-dropping smile on his lips, he pulls me to the kitchen. “Come eat, you assholes, so you can get the fuck out of our house. The caveman needs his woman.”
Well, that’s one way to call people to come eat. Too bad he doesn’t remember he’s asked Michael to live with us. Though, I don’t think that will stop Joseph from throwing me over his shoulder once his belly is full.
My Caveman needs me. How can I say no?