Chapter 34 Dolly
DOLLY
Pops places his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. “You know, the older you get, the more you start to look like your mother.”
Tears prick my eyes. I look up at him. “Really?”
He nods, giving me a wrinkled smile. “Spitting image.” He kisses my cheek before slowly rising to stand.
“I’m proud of you boys. You know that?” He hobbles toward my brothers, who entered the house through the back door, covered in layers of blood and grime about twenty minutes ago, but have now showered and changed into clean clothes.
They’re each holding a tumbler full of whiskey, thanks to Monroe, who poured them while they were showering off. Sam left to go take his own shower, but only after Holden forced him to.
Pops claps a hand on Sterling’s shoulder before turning toward the hallway. “Don’t tell me what it was. Just glad you got it done, and we’re safe now.”
I watch his retreating form hobble down the hallway. Sam is walking the other direction, but he stops to grip Pops’s hand. They exchange a few words I can’t hear from here before Pops pats Sam’s shoulder the same way he did to Sterling.
It’s hard to judge how mentally present Pops has been lately, but tonight, he seems to be very aware that something big happened.
Sam continues down the hallway. His curls are dripping wet around his forehead.
He’s wearing Duke’s gray sweatshirt that says Hook ’em and has a faded Texas Longhorns logo on it.
The gray sweats, slung low on his hips, make my mouth water.
How can I be even slightly turned on right now?
It feels wrong, but I can’t help the heat pooling in my lower abdomen.
He looks delicious, and he killed a man with a hunting bow, which is the most insane thing anyone has ever done to protect me.
My entire body feels raw and sore, and I know that what happened tonight is going to be hell to process.
I’m worried about him. I don’t even know how to bring up Matthews’s last ditch effort to get away with what he’d done by telling Sam he was his biological father.
I’ve had a pit in my stomach ever since.
Sam killed his own father to save my life, forfeiting any chance of ever having a relationship with him.
It feels … twisted and fucked up, and yet, he’s walking toward me, a concerned pinched between his brows.
His ocean eyes rise to meet mine, dipping over me briefly in a way that looks like he’s making sure I’m okay before he settles in next to me on the sofa. The scent of clean, manly soap and mint mouthwash envelops me. Monroe walks over to him with a glass of whiskey in her hand.
I tried to reassure her that suggesting we take a sunset walk didn’t make what happened her fault. But she keeps crying off and on, clearly overwhelmed with guilt.
“Drink?” she asks.
“Thank you,” he says, taking the lowball crystal glass from her.
His arm drapes around my shoulders. He leans in, inhaling my wet hair. “How are you?” he murmurs into my hair.
I turn into him, nuzzling his neck, feeling overwhelmed with the emotions of the night suddenly crashing into me.
“I’m scared. I’m sad, and I’m tired, and I’m … I’m so glad you were there.”
The fire crackling in the big stone hearth is the only sound.
Sam’s hand cups the side of my face. “You are safe. You’re going to stay safe, you hear? Tonight was just a prequel of what I would do to keep you safe.”
I inhale, sucking in a ragged gulp. “I know you would, but Sam … I’m so sorry.” I hiccup a sob and bury my face in his chest.
“Shh, it’s not your fault. None of this is your fault.”
The guys are all gathered around, talking quietly among themselves. Rosie is cuddled up around Holden’s arm. She put the twins to bed hours ago in Holden’s old room.
Cash and Monroe are perched on the hearth, and he’s whispering something into her hair. Sterling is standing up near them, staring into his whiskey glass.
When my eyes reach Duke’s, I freeze. His gaze is lasered on the place where mine and Sam’s bodies have joined, which is … everywhere, but mostly where our hands are intertwined. His jaw twitches, teeth clenching. My heart thunders inside my chest.
“Well, tonight was wild, but I’m off to bed. See you fuckers in the morning.” He lifts his glass, downing the contents.
Sam stiffens beside me, but he doesn’t let go of my hand.
Duke walks by us, stopping briefly to look down at his best friend. His eyes darken when he says, “See you tomorrow, Seymour.”
I wake up with Sam’s body wrapped around mine. I sigh into his chest, lifting my leg and curling it over his thigh. The hard length of his erection pokes between my legs. He grips my hip.
“Good morning.” His scratchy morning voice warms my body.
Visions from the night before flash before my eyes.
Him shooting Matthews not once, but twice with his bow.
Him diving into ice-cold water and swimming to me.
Him carrying me to safety, using his body heat to warm my shivering frame.
I jerk back to the present with the heady realization that I’m sleeping in Sam’s bed, even though I’m safe now and the threat is gone. I know this has to mean something, but I’m waiting for him to say what it means. He rocks his hips into me. I reach down, my hand cupping his erection.
“Can I taste it?” I whisper, scooting down.
“No. No, you’re hurt.” He tries to pull me back up.
“I’m fine. My mouth isn’t hurt.” I dip my hand into his sweats.
“Dolly, no, come on.” But his protest is getting steadily weaker.
“I want to try it. I’ve never given a blow job before. Can you teach me?”
He groans, half in pain and half in anticipation. I scoot lower, pulling down the waistband now, revealing his abs and the V that points down to the good stuff. I push his pants all the way down, and his impressive erection springs free.
“Do you always wake up hard like this?” I reach out my thumb, rubbing it over the tip, where there’s already a bead of pre-cum.
He hisses in a breath. “Sometimes. But it’s been this way every morning since you moved in.”
I can’t help the smile that spreads across my lips. “Hmm, interesting.” My fingers wrap all the way around him, not quite meeting. I pump up and down a few times.
He groans, his hand reaching down to brush my hair out of my face. “Pretty baby. So pretty.”
I lick my lips before my tongue darts out to brush against the tip.
“Fucking hell, Doll.” His abs tense up, his eyes closing as he leans his head back against the pillow.
I really have no idea what I’m doing. “Do I just …” My lips move out to wrap around the tip, sucking it back between my lips.
“Pretend it’s your favorite flavored lollipop.”
I do as told, sucking him farther into my mouth. My hand is still wrapped around the base, squeezing lightly. I don’t know how much pressure to use, but based on the ecstasy in his expression, I’m doing okay so far.
Having this power over him is turning me on more than I expected. His lips are parted, eyes closed. His entire body is tense, muscles in his shoulders flexing. Finally, his face turns down to watch me. His eyes are blazing with heat.
“I want to watch you, but I’m trying not to come yet.” His words are desperate and needy.
His fingers are still in my hair, but he’s not pulling. I’m sure he’s worried about being too rough with me after last night. I suck on him, moving my head up and down. My eyes start to water, but I want him to finish. I want it in my mouth. I want to know I can do this to him.
“That’s it, baby. You’re fucking perfect.”
I suck him farther in, feeling my gag reflex start to protest. I ease him back out slowly, sucking until my mouth pops off with a wet sound. He groans.
I spit on it to make it wetter before sucking his cock back between my lips.
“Your mouth, fuck.”
I flick my tongue over the base, swirling it around the top before going down as far as I can until I start to gag and choke on it. Tears wet my cheeks, and I have to back away before my gag reflex fully protests.
“Come here.” He tugs me up to his face.
“I wanted to make you come.”
“You will. Come here.” He uses his thumb to brush my tears away.
His hand dips into my sleep shorts, finding how wet I am.
“Does it turn you on, sucking on my cock?”
I nod, wondering if that’s weird.
His thumb swipes over my lips before he kisses me slowly. “You’re my dirty, sexy little thing.”
His fingers are exploring me, swirling around my clit and rubbing between my folds leisurely, like we’ve got all day to spend discovering every layer of each other’s bodies. His thick middle finger pushes through my pink flesh while his other hand moves to spread my legs open.
I gasp, forgetting just how good it felt to have him inside me.
“You’re so tight and wet, fuck,” he breathes into my ear, using his thumb to swirl around my clit while his middle finger works inside me. He curls it forward, hitting a sensitive nerve.
“Ah!” I cry out, gripping his arm. “Don’t stop,” I whimper.
His lips find my ear, tongue darting out to lick behind it and nibble on my earlobe. My senses are overwhelmed by him, by every point of contact he’s making with me.
“I want you to come for me like this, and then you’re going to climb on top of me and ride me, where I can watch that beautiful ass bounce on my dick.”
His deep voice sends vibrations down the side of my face, drawing me closer and closer to an orgasm. I focus on the movement of his fingers on me and inside me, clenching around him when it becomes too much.
“That’s it, baby. You’re so close. I can feel it.”
I nod, unable to form words. He hums into me, encouraging me with his lips as he brushes gentle kisses against my ear before traveling down over my neck. The wave of pleasure comes on all at once, heat washing over my skin and igniting every nerve ending in my body. I cry out his name.
“Sam! Sam, oh my God.” I squeeze my thighs together, his touch suddenly becoming too much.