Chapter 29 Sam
SAM
When I wake up with her scent all over me and my arms wrapped around her, I can’t help but press my erection into her backside.
When I start kissing her neck, she reaches back and grabs my dick.
I groan, wondering how the hell I made it over ten years ignoring her and now she’s the center of my universe.
I flip her over, pulling my shirt up over her tits and sucking each one hard between my teeth. She gasps, gripping my shoulders. I want to capture and collect every sound she makes to keep me company when she moves out and starts dating some dickhead like Ben again.
I let out a satisfied chuckle when I reach down and feel her already bare and soaking wet for me.
“Someone woke up ready. Are you sore?”
She shakes her head. I know she’s probably not being fully truthful with me, but with the way she’s gripping my cock right now, I can’t say no to her.
I reach over into my nightstand and pull out a condom.
I rip it open with my teeth while she continues to stroke me before rolling it on.
We’re going again, this time harder and rougher.
I plunge into her tight, perfect pussy. I see stars when she lets out a cry of pleasure.
“Sam …” she whimpers, wrapping her legs around me and pulling me in farther.
I’m lost in her. My fingers tangle in her silky hair. My hands glide over her—from her side, all the way down to her thighs, exploring and mapping her body to permanently memorize the feel of her in my arms.
Her walls tighten around me, and I can’t fathom anything in my life ever feeling this good again. The soft whimpering and moaning she’s trying to hold back only makes me harder.
Sensations ripple through my entire body like a wave of ecstasy that I’m already in danger of giving myself over to way too fucking early.
“Careful, sweetheart. I’m going to make sure you’re satisfied first, and you’ve got to stop if you want me to do that.”
“Stop what?” she asks.
“Stop saying my name like it’s a prayer and making noises like you’ve never felt anything this good before.”
She layers kiss after kiss on my shoulder before answering. “Okay, then what should I call you when you sink into me like that? Daddy?”
I thrust into her again, thinking I actually might bust this time when I hear her say that. “Probably best if you just keep quiet so I can focus.”
Don’t come yet. Do. Not. Come. Yet.
I chant to myself over and over, slowing down to convince my dick it’s not time yet. She wiggles underneath me, signaling that she needs more. I reach down, finding her clit with my thumb.
“Ahh, Sam. Oh my God, right there,” she pants.
I pick up the pace, desperate to give her the feeling she’s craving to make her finish with my dick inside her. I circle her clit with my thumb while fucking her harder, pounding her like it’s my last chance—because it very well may be.
She lets out a breathy moan, gasping for air as her legs start to shake.
I force myself not to come, to wait until she does.
She’s quivering with need, squeezing the walls of her tight pussy around my cock for what feels like an eternity of agony and bliss before she finally starts to come undone, the orgasm ripping through her quickly.
I let mine go with hers, busting inside the condom and cupping my hand around her neck while I do. I look down at her right as the sun starts streaming through the window. Her gray eyes are wide with lust and an enraptured look of adoration. She’s coming around me, her body grasping on to mine.
I lean down, whispering in her ear, “I’ve always wanted to do this with you, Red.”
And as soon as the words leave my lips, I know they were a mistake.
Duke shuffles in the deer stand next to me, lifting his rifle as a doe walks by a hundred yards in front of us. He debates shooting her for the venison, but eventually lowers the barrel to turn and look at me.
“So, we got something in the mail,” he says.
I turn to him, my stomach clenching. I’ve been on edge since we headed out to the deer stand at the back of Redford Ranch, wondering if he really would shoot me if he found out I had taken his sister’s virginity and not stopped thinking about it since.
He wouldn’t do that. He’s not insane.
I care about Dolly. She cares about me.
Yeah, but you told her it was just for her to gain experience. She doesn’t know that you care.
“Was it another letter?” I hear myself ask, adjusting the hunting bow in my hand.
He shakes his head. His gaze is somber.
“It was a shell casing—from the same kind of gun Holden killed Cain with.”
I freeze, my water midway to my mouth.
“And it had Dolly’s name written on it in black Sharpie.”
“Fuck.” I stand, pacing back and forth across the small space in front of him. “What are we gonna do about this? Should I take her out of state?”
The urge to call her now makes me reach for my phone. We left her at the main house with Pops and Sterling.
He shakes his head. “Holden wants to set up a trap for him, like to lure him here, and we’ll get him then.”
“He wants to use her as bait? Fuck that.”
He raises a brow and stares at me. “We wouldn’t actually leave her there alone. We’d just pretend to and see if he approaches her in public. We need a lead. What’s your deal?”
“Leave her where?”
“We were thinking just at a bar in town or something. Whoever he is, he has to be watching her. We might have to try a few times. Matthews has been out of town, making the rounds at different fight clubs, so we’ve pretty much ruled him out.”
I don’t like the sound of it. If he gets too close, he could actually hurt her.
Duke notices the look of disapproval on my face. “You’re overreacting. We’d all be there staked out, waiting for him. She’d be perfectly safe.”
I try to remain calm. Maybe I can talk her out of this stupid plan. I can’t believe her overprotective brothers would ever cook up something this ludicrous in the first place.
“You seem different, man. How are you holding up since your grandpa passed?”
I take a seat back on the small bench seat, setting my bow back up and string up an arrow. I leave it loose. “I’m fine. Just working and focusing on the ranch.”
“Keely said you’re not returning any of her texts.”
“Why don’t you fuck her then?” I snap.
He’s silent for a few beats before answering me, “Are you still on that dating app? Have you met anyone?”
“Why do you care so much?”
“You’re being an asshole, and I think getting laid would help you chill the fuck out.”
“Oh, yeah? Well, maybe I have met someone.”
He turns to me. “Really?”
I face him, debating how much to say.
Not much.
“I’m talking to a girl, yeah.”
He pops open his bottle of Dr. Pepper. “Well, what does she look like?”
“It’s anonymous, remember?”
“Right. Damn, that doesn’t worry you? She could be sixty years old. How long have you been talking?”
“It’s only been a few weeks. She’s really cool. I think we have a lot in common.”
He grins. “That’s great. I’m happy for you. Maybe you should meet up with her and get laid. See if it helps you quit acting like a dick.”
“Is that what you want? For me to be happy?”
He looks at me like I’ve grown two heads. Seconds tick by. I feel like a bug under a microscope, so I start chugging my water.
Finally, he answers, “I want you to stop torturing yourself by denying yourself what you actually want because you think you don’t deserve happiness or good things in life.”
I stare at him, shocked by the intuitive statement. “I don’t do that,” I mutter.
He nods. “Yes, you do. You dated Keely all those years, and you never even liked her. Shit, you barely tolerated her. You only go enjoy things like the lake or a cookout with us when I force you to. You do the fight club because it’s a form of self-inflicted punishment for not saving your mom, for surviving, for inheriting all this money and the ranch when she lived in a shitty trailer with nothing. ”
His assessment is spot-on. I feel exposed and vulnerable with his words hanging between us. The honesty and sympathy shine in his eyes before his mouth morphs into a smile.
“You didn’t know I knew all that about you. Damn, you really are a dick. I love you, man. You have a lot of people who love you. I just wish you’d stop punishing yourself. You can still have a good life. None of that shit was your fault, Sam. You were a kid.”
Moisture is building behind my eyes. I can’t help but wonder if he would be saying all this if he knew who was in my bed this morning.
“You’re a good friend, Duke. I wish I were a better one.”
He claps me on the back, grinning wider.
“You’re a damn good friend. You’re letting my little sister stay in your house.
I can’t even imagine how annoying she’s been.
She’s always bitching about dumb shit, like me leaving my dirty boots out or not washing every dish I use three seconds after I’m done with it.
” He shakes his head. “And if you help us catch this sick son of a bitch, you’ll have no choice but to get branded. ”
“Branded?”
He pulls his shirtsleeve up to show me the Redford Ranch brand on his shoulder. All the Redford brothers have it.
“We already talked about it. We want you to get it, if you want to. You’re a part of the family.”
I can’t do that, not when I know he wouldn’t forgive me for permanently deflowering his little sister when I was supposed to be taking care of her. Guilt eats at me, making my stomach feel hollow.
“We’ll see. Maybe I’m not as crazy as you fuckers.”
Duke opens the front door to Holden’s house. “Why haven’t you asked her to cut your hair yet? It’s too damn long.”
I’ve been too busy taking her virginity.
“Just been busy,” I say instead.
“Dolly!” he calls out as we walk into the living room.
Rosie and her and lounging on the sofa, wineglasses in hand and a bowl of popcorn between them. They’ve always had some sort of secretive girls’ night every Friday where they kick us guys out. Tonight they’re watching a vampire show I’ve never seen.
“What? You’re interrupting braless Fridays.”
“Sweet baby sister, I really need that haircut we talked about. You promised. I can’t get laid looking like this. Well, I can, it’s just easier when I’m clean-cut.”
Dolly rolls her eyes at him, but when she sees me, she licks her lips.
“Sam first. Then you.”
I try to hold back my grin. Duke scoffs, glancing at me. “Why him first?”
The suspicion in his voice is undeniable. I nonchalantly grab a barstool from the island in the open concept kitchen.
“Because he doesn’t demand it like you do. You could stand to learn a few manners from Sam.”
“I said please!”
“You did not.” She stands up, setting her wineglass on the coffee table.
Rosie smirks, shaking her head. “The clippers are in my bathroom,” she says. “Holden might be in the shower, so I would knock first.”
I watch Dolly’s tan legs as she disappears into the hallway. Duke collapses onto the barstool next to me with a grunt. Rosie sits up, turning to look at us.
“Is this plan really all we can do to smoke this guy out? There has to be a better way.”
“I’m not a fan either.” I turn to Duke.
“It’s not like we have much of a choice. She’ll be perfectly safe if we’re all around.”
“What about her heart? What if things get wildly out of hand?” Rosie protests.
I’m glad she’s thinking clearly like me. Dolly walks back in, Holden on her heels. She’s holding a plastic box that she plops down on the island. Her hair is loosely splayed around her shoulders.
“Holden, can you please explain the plan to these two?” Duke says.
Holden goes to the fridge and grabs three beers, tossing one to me and one to his brother before popping his open. Dolly is busying herself wrapping the black cutting cape around my neck and plugging in the clippers.
“I talked to the manager at Sundance, so he knows what’s going on.
I think if we all stake out the place a few hours before and get set up, Dolly can walk in and start drinking and mingling with people.
Cash will give her a mic so we can hear what’s being said.
Maybe he won’t show and nothing will happen.
Playing it safe hasn’t gotten us any leads. ” Holden joins his wife on the sofa.
Duke walks into the living room. We’re close by in the open concept kitchen, but they’re all talking to each other and not paying us any attention as they discuss what could potentially go wrong with the plan.
Dolly starts by using the clippers to cut the sides of my hair up over my ears shorter. She’s cut my hair a couple of times before, and she must remember how I like it since she didn’t ask.
She steps in front of me right between my knees.
My eyes flicker back to the living room, but no one is looking.
I watch her lips part as she threads her fingers through the sides of my hair over my ears.
It reminds me of when she grabbed my hair while my face was buried between her legs. Blood rushes to my groin.
My hand snakes out, hidden beneath the cape. My fingers slide up the inside of her thigh. She stills when I scrape over the seam of her panties underneath her pajama shorts. She inhales, gripping my hair tighter.
She doesn’t move, so I start exploring up under her T-shirt, finding that she isn’t wearing a bra.
“You want me to die an early death?” I whisper, pinching her nipple.
She gasps, jerking away from me. She resumes her place behind me, combing through my hair and spraying it with water before snipping away with the scissors. Now I’m half hard and I need to throw her over my shoulder and take her home.
“Sorry I got … distracted,” she whispers.
“My fault,” I mumble, adjusting my position on the barstool to try and make room in the front of my jeans.
Duke looks over briefly before resuming his conversation with Holden and Rosie.
“I just hate it. I’m worried,” Rosie says, glancing back at her best friend with round, damp eyes.
Dolly moves to my side. “I’ll be fine. I have quite the arsenal of protectors.” She attempts a smile, but it’s weak and doesn’t reach her eyes.
“Hey.” I grab her hand. “If you don’t want to do it, just say the word. We’ll find another way. You know that, right?”
Her bottom lip quivers. “Will you be there the whole time?” she whispers.
I nod. “Every step of the way.”
She exhales, nodding. “Then I can do it.”