Eight #3
I could feel my body vibrating under his touch as a line was kissed down the side of my neck, over my collarbone to my chest.
“So beautiful.”
Me? Was he kidding? I wasn’t the one who looked like he was carved out of living stone.
Not an ounce of fat on the man anywhere, just rippling muscle and warm, sleek skin.
Between his height—six-four—and massive build, he was absolute fantasy material, but instead of me worshipping him, he was standing there looking at me like I was the ideal.
“All that gold skin and your deep, dark eyes… Jesus, J, you kill me.”
I swallowed hard as he bent and kissed me.
“I can’t be away from you anymore,” he said, his breath warm against my lips. “You know, I used to wake up and want you, and go to sleep wishing you were there, and then I’d get up and go to work and the whole thing would start all over again.”
I just stared up at him.
His chest heaved, and his eyes showed me how vulnerable he felt. “I won’t leave you again, ever. I promise.”
“And you’ll take care of me?” I asked playfully, leaning in to kiss him thoroughly, to suck and lick and make his breath shaky and his eyes cloud with passion. “Love me forever?”
“Yes.”
He was at my mercy, and I loved it. Who was dominant now?
“You ready to scream my name some more?” I asked as I got my hands under his sweater, under the T-shirt beneath, my fingers sliding over his hot skin, over the hard, defined muscles in his back, moving around over the sculpted pectorals, down the chiseled ridges of his abdomen, the deep groove to his navel. “God, Sam, you’re beautiful.”
He suddenly grabbed me, and my feet left the floor as he hugged me tight to his body before walking me back down the hall to my bedroom and pinning me under him on the bed.
“Lemme tell you who’s gonna be doing all the screaming.”
I shuddered, and my breath came out in huffs along with the whimpering he was after. He rolled me over on my stomach and then pulled me up to my hands and knees. I heard him getting undressed, his movements frantic, and the nightstand rattled when he yanked open the drawer.
“Listen to me,” he growled in my ear, which covered me in goose bumps. “I got tested two weeks ago, and I’m negative. I’ve never been with anyone but you without protection, but I wanted to be sure. So…we’re done with the fuckin’ condoms.”
I could only nod as he slid lubed fingers deep inside me.
“Say yes to me.”
“Yes.”
His mouth was on the back of my neck, and he pushed inside me with one powerful thrust. I cried out as his slick hand slipped under me, wrapping around my cock, and he bit down into my shoulder.
“My beautiful baby.”
I felt like the vibration that was deep inside me resonated out, and I was shaking beneath him.
“Say my name!” he demanded, and his voice was barely his—more guttural, raw, filled with heat and lust.
“Sam.”
“I will take care of you,” he promised, pounding down into me. “Say it!”
“Just you.”
A hand tangled in my hair before my head was snapped back hard. “Tell me you belong to me.”
“I’m all yours, Sam. I belong to you.”
He devoured me then, with his mouth, his hands, flipping me over on my back like I was weightless, wrapping my legs around him, and driving down into me while I called his name. The power he exerted, his absolute possessiveness, the need in him to dominate me, drowned everything else.
Light, tender kisses were placed between my shoulder blades as his fingers trailed up from the small of my back to the nape of my neck and back down. Over and over, so gentle, causing slow heat to build in me.
“How ya feel, baby?”
“I feel good.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmmm.”
“I’ve got it bad.”
“What’s that?”
“Needing you, wanting you.”
“I’d be lying if I said I was sorry.”
He pressed his lips into the middle of my back and kissed hard, sucking, and ending with a bite. It felt amazing.
“You like leaving marks on me.” I grinned into my pillow.
“Yes, I do, and I love the noises you make when I do it.” He dragged his stubbled cheek over the small of my back, and I nearly came up off the bed. “That feel good?”
My whole body was tingling. “Yes,” I managed to get out.
“You know,” he sighed, kissing my shoulder and the side of my neck, his hand sliding down over my ass and squeezing. “You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted to actually eat.”
“Go ahead.” I exhaled deeply. “Eat me.”
“Christ,” he groaned. “I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you, Jory. It scares the shit outta me, I swear to God.”
“Just stay with me.”
I heard his breath hitch. He sounded like he was in pain.
“Lie down and hold me.”
Instantly, he was spooned around me and I was wrapped up in hot, smooth skin and hard, heavy muscle. He buried his face in my shoulder, and his chest and groin were pressed to my back and ass.
“I need to get up and make some calls,” I announced as my eyes drifted closed.
“No, just rest.”
“I haven’t even done anything,” I reminded him before I let out a long yawn.
“Well, you’re going to rest, because you’re not leaving the apartment. I packed a bag, so I ain’t leaving either. I’ll order Chinese when we wake up and have it delivered.”
I laughed. “We’re just gonna hole up here, huh?”
“When we get up, we’re gonna talk. You’re gonna hate it.”
“I could never hate talking to you.”
His deep, rumbling chuckle put goose bumps all over my skin. “We’ll see.”
He was right. Being interrogated, especially since I was in love with the guy doing it, was the worst.
“I don’t know,” I growled at him, covering my face with the pillow.
“Think, J,” he ordered, pulling the pillow away from me, propping himself up on one arm, and resting his chin on his hand as he stared down at me. “Who hates you?”
“You, obviously,” I groaned, rolling away from him to lie on my stomach. “For crissakes, Sam, you’ve been drilling me for, like, two hours already and we’re just going around in circles. I don’t know, okay?”
His hand slid over my ass and squeezed hard. The motion gave me hope.
“Sam?”
“What?”
“You wanna drill me hard?”
“Quit.” He patted my ass before his hand slid higher, to the small of my back.
“Maybe I should put your name on me, huh? Ink it right there where your hand is?”
“What? A tramp stamp? Hell no. If I put my name on you, it goes on the back of your right shoulder where I bite you every time I’ve got you down on your hands and knees.” I felt him tremble against me.
“Let’s go do it,” I said, laying my head down on the cool sheet.
“Yeah? I can put my name on you?”
“Yes, Sam.”
Instantly, I was dragged over next to him, the heat from his skin sending a shiver down my spine.
“You think it’s a joke? Do you have any idea how bad I want that?”
I rolled my head so I could see his eyes, and I was surprised at how dark, serious, and hungry they were. “I had no idea.”
His eyes stayed locked on mine. “I don’t know how to let people know that you belong to me.”
“I tell them.” I smiled at him, reaching out to run my fingers over his jaw. “You don’t have to worry about that.”
His sigh was deep as he looked into my eyes. We stayed like that for a while, just staring at each other.
“What are you thinking?”
“I just wonder if you’ll miss it.”
“What’s that?”
“The milestones that come with being straight.”
“Like what?”
I shrugged. “Like the big, beautiful wedding my brother just had. You’re never gonna have a Disney moment with me, ya know?”
“Explain that.”
“The whole finding-your-princess deal, Sam.” I rolled over on my back and stared at the ceiling. “You’re never gonna have the happily ever after with me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. C’mon, none of the great movie moments happen between two guys. That’s not how it works.”
“No?”
“No.”
“I think you’re wrong. I think, in real life, magic happens every day,” he said, rolling over on top of me, staring down into my eyes.
“But even if it doesn’t, who cares? I don’t need a happily ever after, J, I just need the ever after part.
The adjective can be whatever. Up and down ever after, sometimes rocky ever after, crazy ever after—I don’t give a shit.
As long as you stick around, we’ll just do the best we can, day after day. ”
The tears welled up in my eyes, and he got blurry.
“Jesus, you’ve got a soft heart,” he whispered, wiping the tears from my temples. “And, baby…don’t let anyone ever tell you you’re not a princess.”
“Oh, screw you, Kage!” I shoved him away from me.
When he held me down and kissed me breathless, I thought my heart would stop. But it turned out that beating for Sam Kage was its main function.