25. Jameson #2
“I need you to come, Sam. I want to feel you come, Pretty Girl.” Sweat trickles down my back and her eyes flame.
She bites her bottom lip, her neck arching, pressing her tits higher in the air.
Her pussy clenches like a vise, and I know I won’t last much longer.
Pulling her nipple between my teeth, she whimpers, crying out.
Finally, her pussy convulses, sucking my cock deep inside her.
My mouth goes to her neck at the same time my cock explodes, filling her with my cum for the first time.
My eyes blink away the memory. There's a 9-10% chance when a woman doesn’t take her pill correctly that pregnancy can occur. I could have pulled out. I could have insisted we wait until we had a condom. One night. One time. I knew what I was doing.
“I’m confused and I need you to spell it out for me, Jameson. This list, my list…this is a big deal. What are you keeping from me?” Her voice shakes as she gets off her bed, standing to face me. I reach for her, but she steps back.
“Don’t like it when you keep yourself from me, Pretty Girl.”
“Well, I don’t like being lied to, so I guess we’re both shit out of luck today.” She shrugs her shoulders, her sass on full display.
I fight to keep my grin off my face as I study her. “I’ll tell you what you need to know if you come with me.”
Her blue eyes widen. “Come with you where?”
“The apartment. You want proof and it's all there,” I tell her, easing back a step and trying to show her she has a choice.
“I don’t know if I trust you right now, Jameson. The things I found out today…how long have you been lying to me?” Tears fill her eyes, and it feels like someone is jabbing a knife into my stomach.
“Come with me,” I urge her, my hand reaching out for hers, desperate to touch any part of her. “You know me, Sammy. I’d never hurt you.”
She hiccups and tears slide down her cheeks. “One hour, Kane. You have one hour to show and tell me everything and then I walk out of there.”
My jaw ticks. I just need to get her there to explain.
I nod my head, and she walks past me out of the room, ignoring my outstretched hand.
I follow close behind, my front grazing her back as we exit the door.
Her eyes stay focused straight ahead. The elevator ride down is silent; the car ride is almost worse.
Sam’s closed in on herself. Her shoulders hunch and she keeps silently crying.
When we reach the shop, I go to open her door, but she’s already out, not bothering to wait for me.
Biting my tongue, I let her lead the way to the entrance, where she only moves closer to me so that I can open the locks.
Once the door opens, she shoots up the stairs, not bothering to look back.
In her haste, she misses the extra lock I engage and seal with my thumb print.
Like fuck am I letting her leave tonight.
Upstairs, Sam waits in the living room, her arms crossed over her middle.
Her eyes hold tears and pain. I can’t handle it.
Stalking over to her, my arms wrap around her before she can stop me.
Her arms are trapped between us. She struggles but eventually her fight gives out and she melts into my hold.
“Don’t cry, Sam.” I kiss the top of her head, her temple, her forehead. “I didn’t want you to find out this way.”
“How did you want me to find out?” she demands, her eyes spitting fire. “Were you just going to hand me an envelope at my graduation and say here, congratulations?”
I shake my head and step back. My hands cradle her face. “I never wanted you to find out. You never were supposed to know.”
Her face turns red and she yanks from my grasp. “Why?”
“I did it all for you, Sam. The racing, the money, paying your tuition to one of your dream schools, making sure you got whatever you wanted. Every dream, and every goal, I did it for you. I love you and I want you to have everything.”
Her lips slam shut and she looks away from me. Her chest shudders, her hands balling into fists. “And Dylan?”
“I didn’t pull out, Sam. I came inside you bare.
I knew the probability; I studied everything about your pills, knew everything about your period to help you.
When you were sick with pneumonia you puked them up so the pills weren’t in your system for a few days.
I didn’t do it on purpose, but I knew the percentage was there.
” I reach out, grasping her waist and slamming her body into mine.
She gasps, and her hands land on my chest. “I don’t regret it.
Dylan is ours. She’s perfect. I love her more than anything, and I wouldn’t change anything about that night even if I could go back. ”
Her eyes are guarded and I can see her mind still spinning. “How did you know I was home tonight? That Dylan wouldn’t be there?”
I step back and take my phone out of my pocket. My fingers tap on the screen and the live footage of her apartment comes into view. She inhales sharply.
“You’re watching me?”
“Protecting both of you. I need to know you’re safe, Sam. You and Dylan are my life. If anything happened to you, I would die. I bought your apartment building, and I was allowed to make the changes to your place. “
Her body trembles and her hands cover her mouth. The color leaves her face. “You’re acting like a psycho!”
My body tenses, and it hurts so fucking much that she said it. If I didn’t know Sam the way I do, if she was any other girl, I might believe she really feels that way. Not my girl though. She just needs time to cool off, to think about it from my perspective, and she’ll see why I had to do it.
“Wanting to make all your dreams come true makes me a psycho?” I ask, my grin turning devilish.
Stalking toward her, she shrinks back until she’s against the wall.
My hands run down her sides, feeling every curve of her body and feeling mine turn hard just from the feel of her.
She shivers in my grasp and some of her guard lowers.
“I might be a little unhinged when it comes to your safety and our daughter’s, but everything else I’ve done is so I can give you the world. ”
Sam doesn’t break, her resolve held tight. We aren’t going to fix everything tonight and I’m okay with that. She isn’t going anywhere and I have the means to keep her with me until we face all of my demons.
“Are you hungry? You didn’t eat earlier.”
She shakes her head and bites her lip. “I can’t eat right now.”
“Sam, you have to take care of yourself. Don’t let the things I’ve done affect your health,” I try and coax her, going over to the fridge and taking out the Tupperware container with leftover potatoes and BBQ chicken.
I stick everything in the microwave to warm up.
Slowly, she follows me to the table and sits at the chair.
When the food is hot, we eat in silence.
I can practically hear the humming of her thoughts.
When she’s done eating, Sam stands, her fingers gripping the edge of the table. “I need to head back.”
Placing our dishes in the sink, I turn to her, shaking my head. “We both know that once you came here tonight, you weren’t leaving, Sam.”
Her jaw drops. “I said I’d give you an hour then I was leaving!”
My shoulders shrug. “And you stayed here two hours.”
Her eyes flash before she turns and runs toward the stairs.
Sam makes it to the door, her hands yanking the handle and throwing her weight into it.
I follow her down, slamming my body into hers.
“Don’t hurt yourself trying to get out. I don’t want to tie you up or sedate you, but I will Pretty Girl. ”
She yells in frustration, turning in my arms. My stomach clenches seeing tears falling down her cheeks. “How can you say that? That isn’t normal. You sound like a neanderthal!”
Leaning in, I run my nose along her cheek. “What I feel for you is not normal. The lengths I will go to keep you are endless.”
A sob leaves her throat and her legs give out.
I catch her body against mine and lift her in my hold.
Her chest shakes from crying. I hate it, but I still refuse to let her go.
Carrying her to my bedroom, I strip her out of her pants and sweatshirt, gently removing her bra before sliding one of my t-shirts over her head.
She lets me wash her face before helping her lie in bed.
Only then do I leave to grab my cell phone and shoot off a text to one of the only other people who may understand my level of devotion.
ME: Thanks for taking Dylan tonight. My brother will get her tomorrow.
REIGN THORN: Sometimes we need to make the choices for them that are for their own good. Respect.
After changing and turning off the lights, I slide into bed behind Sam.
Her breathing has slowed, her face looking peaceful despite the day she’s had.
I wrap my arms around her waist, curving my body around hers.
She doesn’t move, if anything she snuggles in closer.
Grinning in the dark, I know we’ll be okay.