Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
RYKER
Lana’s ex finally left with his tail between his legs after another stern talking to. I’d heard the guy had left town after Lana had gotten pregnant with Junior, but the nerve of the guy to show up here again and even suggest Lana abandon her son to be with him.
I’d never been more disgusted with a person than I was right then.
Afterward, we checked up on Lana. She was back to all smiles as she laughed with Junior, looking as if the last ten minutes hadn’t disrupted our otherwise very pleasant night.
Gramps didn’t seem aware of the situation, so Sam hadn’t brought it up either.
When we returned to our place, I asked Sam if I should tell Clay to keep an eye out in case Cade decided to come back to stir up trouble, and his eyes got all gooey and warm again…
“I love how protective you are of me and my family,” Sam said, coming to wrap his arms around me. He rested his chin on my chest and looked up at me with a silly smile.
“Of course, I’m protective of you and your family. I love you,” I said, my heart thudding. Today was the first time we’d said these words out loud, but my feelings for him had developed to this point a while ago.
His eyes melted, a swirl of green glass that reminded me of happy, sunny days as a boy.
“You know, when Cade showed up today, I was reminded of how happy Lana was with him and how quickly everything changed.”
I glanced at him, confused about why he was bringing this up.
He smiled, slid his hand into mine, and pulled me to our bedroom. He quickly shut the door before Gray could pounce inside, then pushed me onto the bed to straddle my lap.
“It terrifies me that if one person could just leave like that, then why couldn’t another?” he said softly.
I gripped him hard in my arms. Did he think I could up and leave him out of the blue one day? Sam greatly underestimated how tightly he’d coiled himself around my heart.
“But then I realized there’s a fundamental difference between you and people like him,” he added.
“And what’s that?”
“It’s that trash like him will never understand what it means to hold someone preciously, and you do. He and Lana might have been happy for a while, but he took that for granted, and that’s something you would never do,” he said with such confidence.
“I won’t,” I said with a gulp.
His trust in me was heavy because I’d learned it wasn’t trust that was easily given, but I basked in it. I wasn’t afraid of the weight. In fact, I’d gladly take on more.
The softest of smiles graced Sam’s lips. They quickly quirked up flirtatiously as he said, “Did I tell you how much I love my birthday gift?”
I hummed, smiling as I pressed a kiss to his mouth. He sank into it, but only let me have a quick taste before breaking it.
“Would it be selfish of me to ask for another gift?” he asked.
“You could ask for a hundred gifts and I’d make it happen,” I replied.
Sam smiled. His hand played with the short hairs on the base of my neck as he said, “Lucky for you, I only want one thing… Our tests came back today, and I’m negative. What did yours say?”
I could feel my heart pounding against my chest. “Negative,” I croaked out.
“Good. Then isn’t it about time you made good on your promise to fuck me until I’m unable to walk properly?”
I didn’t need any more prompting as I maneuvered us so I was pushing him onto the bed and kissing him breathless. Sam clawed at my shirt, urging me to get naked.
It would be wrong of me to deny the birthday boy, so I quickly undressed us both until his beautiful form was lying naked beneath me.
I’d seen Sam naked countless times in the past few months, but the sight still had me feeling a tad bit breathless every time.
There was no doubt Sam was a man—a tiny one, but still a man nevertheless—but he was my man, and I couldn’t imagine anything sexier than that. And now I finally got to have all of him.
Reaching over to the nightstand, I grabbed the lube and coated my fingers.
Sam moaned when I slid my first digit inside, and it didn’t take him long to urge for a second, and then a third.
“I’m ready,” he said when I managed to fit three inside of him.
His hole was barely stretched, and it was a lot less prep than what I’d have preferred, but the look in Sam’s eyes told me he wasn’t going to just lie there if I didn’t give him what he wanted.
As if I’d predicted his movement, he crawled out from under me, flipped me over, and straddled me instead.
“It’s time to have my fun,” he said with a smirk. His hand held my throbbing erection steady as he speared himself on it—no extra lube or anything.
I winced at the burn as I slid in, and I was sure Sam was feeling it, too. The slight twinge of pain on his face was quickly replaced with a satisfied sigh as he fully seated himself on me.
He paused, giving either himself—or maybe me—time to adjust.
“How does it feel?” he asked, voice heavy with lust and need.
“So good. Like I’m about to die,” I replied, and that earned me a laugh.
“I can’t have that,” he said, leaning in for a wet kiss. “Birthday boy rules means there’ll be no dying done on your part, only coming.”
Then, as if he was determined to make good on that promise, he leaned back and his hands found mine beside my body as his hips rocked with the tempo of a sinful tempter.
His hole was already squeezing so impossibly tight around me that I thought it would be impossible for anything to feel better. Sam was set on proving that theory wrong as his hips buckled, ass pounding against me with a loud slap each time he ground down on my erection.
“You feel so good, honey,” I said, the words coming out in a deep growl.
Sam smiled something wicked and playfully wiggled his ass against me, causing me to moan again.
“Will you finally come before me then?” he said in a teasing tone. I smirked but didn’t answer. It wasn’t my fault watching Sam come was easily becoming one of my favorite things.
The slide was a lot smoother now, with my precum slicking the way, making him fit me like a fucking glove. But it was the sight of him that almost became my undoing.
Sam’s eyes were half-lidded, holding my gaze as he bounced on me. He looked lost in his pleasure. His hands gripped me tighter as I thrust up into him. The pretty vein on his neck told me he was close, which was good because I was so ready to see him come apart.
Sam protested when I reached out for his leaking cock. “Wait, don’t?—”
He didn’t even get to finish his words before he was spilling onto my hand. Sam’s body flopped on top of mine, his lips searched for me, kissing me until the last shockwaves of his pleasure washed through him.
I brushed back his sweaty hair away from his face. His cheek pressed on my chest while a cum-drunk smile was plastered on his face. I kissed his forehead to get his attention, and when he’d come back to his senses enough to look at me with clear eyes, I whispered, “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he said without pause. I loved how he didn’t even hesitate. He loved me, and there was no question about that.
We shared another sweet kiss. I gave him some time to rest before flipping us over again. “Now that you’ve had your fun, I think it’s time I start making good on my promise, don’t you?” I said with a grin.
Sam laughed as his hands looped around my neck. He was still soft from his recent orgasm, but I could remedy that. He turned his leg out, tempting me with the sexy sight of his hole squeezing around my erection.
He must have seen something in my expression, ’cause he chuckled and did something with his ass that caused his hole to twitch so fucking good around my cock.
“This is not going to end well for you if you keep stirring me up like this,” I rumbled in his ear, which caused more laughing from him. I pulled out until only the tip was still being teased by his twitching hole, then slammed into him hard with one fell swoop.
Sam’s laugh turned into a choked gasp as he took my pounding. It wasn’t long before he was back in the game. His precum mixed with his last orgasm on our stomachs as his erection slid through the mess with each of my thrusts.
“Hush, you don’t want the entire apartment to hear you, do you?” I whispered into his ear, and he tightened even more deliciously around me. He kissed me harder to help smother his loud moans.
“Are you close?” Sam whimpered, more than asked.
“Yes,” I managed to choke out.
I was laboring so hard my breaths were coming out as short as each of Sam’s moans every time I hit a certain spot inside him. He wiggled as if trying to get away, but I pulled back and relentlessly pounded the spot that made him cry so sweetly.
“Come with me?” I asked—begged—when I felt the last of my control slip.
Sam cursed, and it was the most beautiful sound, representing the love and pleasure this moment was to him. I slammed home one last time, a grunt on my lips as I spilled inside of him.
Sam’s cries rang in my ears, too, as he created an even bigger mess between us, but that wasn’t important. I didn’t mind. Messes were easy to clean up and the process of making a mess out of him was the best fucking feeling in the world.
I rolled onto my back, pulling Sam into my side. When we finally caught our breath, Sam rested his chin on my chest, as he so often did, to look up at me. He looked precious and shy as he asked, “So, what’s the verdict? As good as being with a woman?”
This wasn’t our first time having sex, but it was our first time doing anal, so I wonder if that was where his nervousness was coming from.
“It’s incomparable,” I said, swooping him up in another kiss. “You’re in a league all by yourself, Sam, because you’re you, and nobody has ever gotten my entire heart before like you do.”
Sam’s eyes curved in joy, the greens and grays marbling together into what I now associate with happiness.
“You’re such a liar,” he finally said with a sigh. “You keep saying you’re bad with words, but I’ve never met a sweeter mouth than yours.”
I laughed, plopped another kiss on his cheek, then said, “Let’s clean up.”
“I’m too tired to move,” Sam groaned and starfished on the bed.
I chuckled, left the room, and returned with a damp washcloth to wipe down his body. He lifted his leg for me, and I froze at the sight of my cum oozing out of his sexy used hole.
Sam must have noticed my lack of movement because he peeked down at me, then his gaze shifted lower to my already-hard cock.
“No, no, no. Not this again. I’m boneless,” he grumbled.
I wiped up the last of my cum, then pressed a kiss at the spot where we’d been connected. It was red and puffy from my earlier abuse, so I wasn’t going to push my luck. But even if Sam didn’t want more penetration tonight, I definitely wasn’t done with pleasuring him.
“Okay. You can rest while I get you some water,” I said before going to do just that.
I was met with a skeptical Sam when I returned and handed him the glass. He carefully sipped the water while glaring at me.
“The last time you made me drink water in bed, you made me cum until I was practically bone dry not long after. You better not be thinking of doing the same this time.”
“Okay,” I replied and muzzled his neck as he continued drinking. “I’ll just do it until you can’t walk properly tomorrow.”
“You savage!” Sam yelled and pounded my back.
“You like me being a savage, remember?” I muttered against his smooth skin and sucked on the base of his neck until it was a pretty pink. “Besides, you’ve already called me a liar for my sweet mouth, so I can’t go back on my word again, now can I?”
“Me and my big mouth,” Sam muttered as he placed the glass on the bedside table. He turned back to me with a stern look. “You’re lucky I’m kinda in love with you.”
“Only kinda?” I asked with a smirk.
He pulled me down to him by my neck and plopped a loud kiss on me. “Okay, fine. I’m completely and utterly in love with you,” he replied.
If I hadn’t already been raring to go, those words would have done me in.
“I love you, too, so fucking much, Sam Monroe,” I said, my voice thick with emotion.
Sam laughed lightly, and the sound went straight to my heart. He held me, kissed me, and showed every single part of me how much he cared for me.
I wasn’t one to lag behind either, and I made sure to shower every single inch of his body with my love until he was crying from too much pleasure and fell asleep in my arms.
After I cleaned us up again, I pulled the blanket over us and tucked Sam into my arms. Gray was finally allowed back in the room, and he made an angry trilling noise as he bounced onto the bed and loafed himself squarely on my stomach.
The next morning, I woke up before Sam did. He’d moved from my arms to curl up against my side, snoring softly as he slept. Gray had moved from my stomach to the space formed by our legs.
The moment was so serene, I couldn’t imagine a more perfect way to start the day and wished all mornings were like this. And that was what I blamed for blurting out “Marry me” as soon as I saw Sam’s eyes open.
He blinked a few times, chasing away the fogginess from sleep until there was only clearness in his eyes.
“We’re already engaged,” Sam teased as he sat up to face me.
“No, I mean for real. Our relationship might have started with a lie, but I don’t want it to be a lie anymore. I want to be engaged to you for real. I want to wake up to you like this every single morning. I want to have a wedding, kids, the whole nine yards. I want everything with you.”
Sam was silent for a second, then said, “Okay.”
“Okay?”
His eyes curved with happiness.
“Yes. Even if it was fake, you made a vow and promised yourself to me. As you said last night, you can’t go back on your word, and I’m here to collect,” he said with a serious face, but the twinkle in those marble eyes told me he was teasing me again.
I laughed and pulled him to me. He could tease me all he liked if it meant he was mine.
“And how long are you going to hold those words against me?”
He put a finger on his chin and pretended to think about it. “Hmm, maybe a lifetime?”
I brushed his lips with mine. “You promise?”
“It’s a vow I intend to keep.”