29. Sam #2
She hums softly. “Jameson surprised me. When you both just graduated and you moved in with me, I thought now we’ll see what happens.
This will be the true test of this young man’s character.
And you know what, Sam? That boy outshone all expectations I had of him.
He was present, not only for Dylan, but for you as well.
I wondered if you saw what he was doing in the shadows for you, but I didn’t push it.
You had your mom in your ear, and as much as I love my sister, she seriously underestimated the role he was willing to have in your life.
It's why I tried so hard to help him insert himself more.”
“You knew he was doing all those things?” I gasp a little, wondering again how I was so blind all these years.
“I had some suspicion. Sam, if I had thought for any reason you or Dylan weren’t safe, I wouldn’t have let it continue.
Every time that boy was around, you lit up.
Whenever he looked at you, he looked like he was staring at his own heart.
And when he was holding his daughter, you could tell she had him wrapped around his finger. ” Aunt Paisley laughs softly.
“I don’t know what to do. I forgive him. I don’t even think I’m as mad anymore, but it feels like there’s this vise wrapped around my neck holding me back, waving warning signs that don’t exist.” My voice breaks, and I hear her trying to comfort me.
“Sam, only you have the power to let that fear go. What I can tell you is that you were young when your father died. You spent a long time, just you and your mother, before Allie came along and then you were placed in the role of second parent. I know my sister didn’t do it on purpose and I know she did her best as a single mother, but like I said to you at Thanksgiving: your life situation and hers are very different.
Jameson is crazy in love with you, wanting a family.
Do not hold yourself back over some misguided notion that you have to be strong without him, not when he’s present, here, and fighting for the opportunity to love you. ”
My eyes close tightly with every word she says.
Taking it in, feeling their truth, and accepting what I have known all along.
I’m proud of my mom for what she has accomplished, given the circumstances she was in, but I am not her.
Jameson is not my dad or Allie’s dad. Jameson is here and he wants to give me the world.
“Thank you,” I tell her, wiping the tears off my face and getting to my feet.
“Do you know what you need to do now, honey?”
My head nods, even though she can’t see me. “I think I finally do.”
CB Auto is quiet. Only one of the parking lot lights is on; the building itself is dark and shut down.
The apartment above looks just as dark. Standing outside the main entrance, my hand shakes, reaching out to enter the lock code.
Between my phone call with my aunt and the drive here, I had let go of my fear of allowing Jameson to take care of me. Now I’m just scared that I’m too late.
“Quit being a chicken,” I mutter to myself, the heel of my palms digging into my eyes.
With another small exhale, I punch in 99913.
The age we met. My hockey number. Your hockey number.
The age I knew I wanted you forever. His voice in my memories sends shivers down my spine and my heart races.
He wouldn’t make that grand of a gesture if things were past the point of no return for us.
The second I hit the last number, the light turns green and the lock pops.
Opening the door, I let myself in and quietly take my shoes off.
The apartment is dark, except for the kitchen light glowing softly in the smaller space.
Quietly, I drop my bag on the couch, along with my jacket and hoodie.
The less clothes I have on for what I plan to do, the better.
I sneak down the hall, peeking into Dylan’s room, checking to make sure my baby girl is still sleeping.
Her nightlight makes her just visible inside with her blanket.
I close the door again and move farther down the hall.
My hand grips the doorhandle, and I pause. Once I go in there, everything changes. I slide inside the room and lock the door behind me. There’s a rustle of blankets and I can make out Jameson’s frame, leaning up. His phone light washes the room in a slight glow.
“Sam?”
I don’t answer. My heart’s now stuck in my throat while I peel my sweatpants off and let them drop to the floor. Jameson’s sharp inhale cuts through the quietness. Reaching above my head, I pull my shirt off next, followed by my bra.
“Baby, come here.” His voice is gruff, and heat races over my skin.
My fingers run along the band at my waist before hooking inside the material and pulling my panties down to the ground. I can feel his gaze taking in every inch of my body.
“Tell me I’m not dreaming,” he begs, shifting to lean against his headboard.
“You aren’t dreaming.” I smile, moving closer until my thighs hit the end of the bed.
His head tilts back before coming back to look at me. “Thank God.”
Crawling up the bed, I can hear his breathing turning ragged, his hands clutching the blankets. “I love when you insist on walking me to my car each morning. You always stand there until you can’t see me anymore when I drive off.”
My legs slide over the side of his, as I make my way up his body. Jameson has gone still; his gaze locked on mine. “I love how you know exactly what I’m hungry for, what my cravings mean, and you never make me choose where to eat when I’m already in a bad mood.”
I skim my hands over his bare chest and feel his heart racing in his chest. Then, I run my fingers down his abdomen, feeling the ripple of muscles flex under my touch. “I love when you wash my hair in the shower and leave my conditioner in for exactly two minutes, even when we’re short on time.”
“Sam—”
I shake my head, and he falls silent again. I tap my fingers on his hips and he shifts, helping me push his briefs down and out of the way of his cock. “I love every time your name appears on my phone and that you care enough to check in.”
I take him in my hand, moving over his pulsing length, feeling how hot, silky and hard he his. “I love how you hold me at night. I’ve slept the best in my life on nights I spend with you.”
My lips reach the tip of his crown, closing over it. The first taste of him in days is incredible. I whimper, running my tongue up and down his shaft, gently kissing the flesh.
“Fuck me.” He groans, his hands moving from his sheets to my shoulders, trying to get me to move. “Sammy, get up here.”
I shake my head, smiling before sucking him slowly in and circling my tongue around the tip.
Glancing up, my eyes collide with his. He’s staring at me with savage hunger, need, and love.
A look I know so well. Keeping my eyes on him, I lower myself down more, sucking him deeper, my throat opening to allow his length as far as it will go.
My knees press into the mattress, as I shift, sliding my hand between us to lightly caress his balls, before gripping the base.
Jameson’s hips jerk, a low rumble leaving his chest. “Jesus…fuck.”
I love the sound of him losing control. It ignites something primal deep inside, and I start to move quicker.
I swirl my tongue around his hot flesh, gliding through the tip, tasting him on my tongue.
His chest rises quickly, his muscles ripple and strain.
One of his hands moves to fist my ponytail.
His touch instantly makes my nipples tighten and my stomach clench.
Breaking our stare, I close my mouth once more, hollowing my cheeks, and swallow him greedily.
Moving up and down, I find a rhythm that gets a response from him, but I don’t let up.
Increasing my pace, I suck deep and slide my tongue along his hard length, savoring the way he tastes and trembles against my lips.
“Sam, Pretty Girl, give me your pussy. I’m going to fucking blow. You feel so goddamn good, baby.” His hands thread through my hair, his hips surging up.
Knowing he’s close to losing control, and knowing I am the one to get him there, only entices me to work harder.
My fingers gently press into the tender flesh under his balls and I feel them tighten.
His body tenses, his hips thrusting hard.
The first drops of his cum on my tongue surprise me, my eyes jumping up to his.
Our gazes meet while jet after jet of his release hits the back of my throat, and I swallow him down before popping off.
“Fuck, Sammy.” He moans my name, his chest heaving.
Slowly, I crawl up his body, my thighs straddling his waist. My hand cradles his jaw, his face warm, a light sheen of sweat on his skin.
Trailing my fingers over my favorite spot on his neck, I lean down and kiss it.
“I really love when I can see in your eyes how much you love me. I can feel that you would do anything in the world for me.”
“I would, Sam. In a heartbeat, I would give my life up for yours.” His arms cradle me close, his skin warming mine. His head lowers to my shoulder, his teeth grazing over my collarbone. “Please tell me this means what I think it means.”