by Amiee Louise
“Are you still awake, angel?”
The light from outside the bedroom filters in, casting him in shadow. He strides across the room stripping his clothes off with each step. He stands next to the bed looking glorious, shirtless, with his boxer briefs hanging off his narrow hips. He climbs into bed and pulls me close to him, my back to his warm, muscled chest. His arms feel so good wrapped around me; I am going to miss him so much. He nuzzles my hair.
“I’m going to miss you so much, angel,” he whispers in my ear, and it’s taking everything I have not to cry.
“I’m going to miss you too, baby, so much.”
He pulls me tighter to him, and before I know what’s going on, Sam flips me onto my back and straddles me.
“Tell me to stop if you don’t want this, angel.”
I shake my head and whisper softly, “I need you, Sam.”
The truth is I need him to erase J.D.’s touch and replace it with his own. He kisses a trail from my neck to my collarbone, and his hand snakes the length of my body.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers huskily, and I am apprehensive at being intimate after being almost raped by J.D, but I try to push the thought from my mind and just feel Sam. My Sam.
“You looked amazing tonight, that dress was magnificent on you, and you made me so fucking hard,” he rasps. “I want to make love to you, angel; I don’t want to just fuck tonight. I want you to feel me, every inch; I want to explore every beautiful inch of your perfect body. I promised you I would make our last night together memorable, and I intend to keep my promise.”
With those words, he cups my breast softly in his large hand, and it is a contrast from the rough grope I felt earlier. He leans his head down and takes my nipple between his teeth. He bites down gently, and I gasp.
“Tender, angel?” he says against my breast.
“Just a little.”
He soothes the bite with a gentle suckling, and I run my hands through his hair.
“I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
I feel his erection press into my stomach.
“Do you feel that, angel? You have no idea what you do to me.”
Oh, I think I do, Newbolt, because every time he is within an inch of me, my whole body lights up and I ache for him.
“Where do you want me to touch you, baby? Tell me,” he whispers. He moves his hand lower to my stomach. “Here?”
I shake my head. He moves lower to cup my sex, and I gasp at the contact.
“Here?” I nod and bite my lip. “Say the words, angel, let me hear you.”
He massages my sex through my knickers, and I am writhing underneath him.
“Sam, oh, God, touch my pussy. Please, baby. Make love to me, I need you,” I say, and I sound breathy and desperate. He chuckles softly.
“Just lie back and relax; I’ll take care of you, angel.”
He rips my knickers off in one swift movement and reaches round to unhook my bra. He pulls it off, and I am naked beneath him.
“So perfect,” he whispers, proud of his handiwork at getting me naked in record time. He removes his boxer briefs, and the flex of his muscles drives me to distraction.
How is it possible for a man to look so perfect?
“See something you like, baby?” He takes his throbbing erection in his hand, and I cup his testicles in my hand. He growls. “Easy, angel, you’ll make me come in a second like a fucking teenager if you’re not careful.”
I chuckle softly, and he kneels between my legs. He strokes his finger up my cleft, and I shudder with excitement.
“Jesus, you’re always so wet and ready for me, babe.”
He smiles his dazzling smile. He grasps his erection again and slides gently into me, inch by glorious inch.
“You feel like heaven, angel.”
He moves painfully slow, and I feel every warm throbbing inch of his marvellous cock. I moan softly and wrap my legs around his waist to pull me deeper into me.
“Oh, Sam.”
He thrusts his hips forward. The rhythm he sets is slow and sensual, he leans forward and pins my wrists above my head. He kisses my neck and nips my earlobe while tirelessly pumping in and out of my soaking wet pussy.
“Peyton.”
He lets out a low growl, and with each languorous thrust, I feel my orgasm rising higher.
“You’re close,” Sam pants.
“So close, baby.”
“I can feel you around my cock, angel.”
He swivels his hips, and with each plunge of his cock, I can feel him deep inside me hitting my g-spot. An intense orgasm builds with each deep drive.
“Peyton, I’m close, baby, come with me,” he rasps, and with those words, I feel my orgasm tear through me so powerfully I see stars. A second later, Sam finds his release and fills me with his hot seed, shouting out my name repeatedly. No man has ever brought me to climax the way Sam does. His deft expert fingers, his talented mouth, and his glorious cock teasing and coaxing every ounce of pleasure out of my body. He is so in tune with my needs sexually, physically, and emotionally, it overwhelms me. He knows my body better than I do. I have no doubt in my mind that we were made for each other, he is my soul mate, and I am eternally in love with him.
11
Peyton
The next morning after an emotional goodbye to Sam, and a bout of throwing up due to a hangover of epic proportions courtesy of Mr. Jack Daniels, I arrive back at the flat after being driven by Cole. He was under Sam’s strict instructions for him to deliver me right to my door. Cole lets me out of the car. I look up, and there is scaffolding scaling the building. It looks as if I have stepped right onto a construction site. Under the watchful eye of Cole, I walk up the flight of steps and into the foyer. There is plastic sheeting and workmen in hard hats. I am suddenly curious at what has been happening while I have been away. I take the stairs up to the flat, dragging my suitcase behind me, and open the door.
“Rubes?” I call out, and she comes out of the kitchen in her dressing gown. She runs towards me and enthusiastically throws her arms around me.
“Peyton! I’m so glad you’re home, babe,” she says in her familiar singsong voice that I have missed so much. I smile at her fervour.
“I missed you, Rubes, I’m so glad to be home.”
She pulls away from our hug and looks at me carefully.
“So, you haven’t become accustomed to the rock star lifestyle? You’re not wearing sunglasses indoors, and you haven’t turned up with an entourage. That’s always a good sign!”
We both laugh.
“What’s with the workmen downstairs babe?”
She smiles and has a knowing look on her face.
“Yeah, about that, I should have mentioned it. We got a letter a few weeks ago; apparently, an unknown benefactor has bought out the building. We’re getting brand new state-of-the-art security, twenty-four-hour concierge service, and a guard is being permanently stationed in the new reception area. It all sounds pretty impressive; it’s going to be like living in one of those fancy pants apartment buildings,” she says excitedly, and I narrow my eyes. I can’t help thinking this has something to do with Sam.
“What’s the name of the construction company?”
She picks up a letter from the worktop and skims through it.
“AMS Construction, I know what you’re thinking. You think this has something to do with Sam?”
I nod and flop down on the sofa. “It all seems a little too convenient if you ask me.”
“So what if it is something to do with Sam? It’s sweet that he cares so much, he just wants to protect you that’s all, babe. Besides he is a world-famous rock star, he can afford it!” She chuckles. I regard her intently, and she swiftly changes the subject. “How was it being on tour with a bunch of sweaty rockers?”
“Yeah, it was an experience,” I say with a giggle that Ruby quickly joins in on.
I am happy to be back home after a month away. I feel refreshed and ready to take on t
he world. I spend the rest of the weekend doing my washing, catching up with Ruby, my family, and Seb.
By the time Monday morning rolls around, I am in work mode and ready to take on my role as manager of Saint Sinner Ink. I am about to leave for work when my mobile starts ringing.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Sam rasps down the phone, and I smile widely.
“Good morning, handsome.”
Ruby rolls her eyes as she sips her coffee.
“I was just calling to wish you good luck on your first day as shop manager, angel.”
I grab my coat.
“Thanks, baby. God, I miss you.”
He sighs. “I miss you too, angel, so much. Go down to your parking garage; there’s a surprise for you.”
I smile and kiss Ruby on the cheek promising to meet her for lunch. I leave the flat and walk to the parking garage with the phone still to my ear.
“What are you planning, Newbolt?”
He chuckles softly, and I am curious as to what my surprise might be.
“Is it against the law to surprise my girl?”
I walk into the parking garage and there parked in my usual parking spot is my new Chevy Camaro ZL1. I shriek with excitement and Sam laughs.
“Thank you so much.”
“I’m glad you like it, angel, my work here is done. I’ve put a smile on your face, and I hope to keep it there for the rest of the day.”
“I love you so much, Sam.”
“I love you too, angel, but I have to go. Duty calls. Think of me.”
With those words, he hangs up, and he is right: I am left with a grin plastered across my face for the whole journey to work. Twenty minutes later, I breeze into the shop. Seb looks up from his tattoo magazine, and his face lights up.
“Good morning, honey bunny.”
I have missed his usual morning greeting, and I am glad to be back.
“Good morning, pumpkin.”
He leaps up from his chair, sprints across the shop, picks me up, and spins me around. We both laugh. He sets me on my feet and pulls me into a bear hug.
“It’s so good to have you home; the place is never the same without you.”
I pull away from our embrace to say, “I’ve missed you, Seb.”
“I got you a coffee, your usual Starbucks special.” He winks. I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him on the cheek.
“Thanks, babe, you’re a star.”
I take the lid off my coffee and go to take a sip. My stomach roils, and I suddenly feel the overwhelming urge to throw up. I put my cup down and rush to the toilet. As I sink down to my knees and vomit, I feel a presence at my back.
“Seb, you don’t need to see this,” I manage to say between bouts of being sick.
“Don’t be silly, honey, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” He kneels down, rubs my back, and holds my hair out of my face. “What’s wrong, is it something you ate?”
I pause. “I’m not sure, maybe.”
He rubs my back soothingly.
“Take your time, honey, your first appointment isn’t until eleven. But if you need to take some time, I can reschedule it if you need me to. I need to leave at lunchtime, though I’m taking a flight to California early this evening; I need to oversee the new shop opening.”
I smile to myself, and I am so happy for Seb in expanding the shop. It is as if everything he touches turns to gold, and I am glad he is taking me along for the ride as shop manager.
I clean myself up and out of curiosity, I check my calendar on my phone. I am shocked at the discovery I make. My period is late, and it’s never late. It’s always regular as clockwork, I can literally set my watch by it. According to my calendar, I am four weeks late. How the fuck did I not realise? Shit. The morning passes quickly in an endless flow of ink, but it is made more difficult with the underlying thought lingering in the back of my mind. I might be pregnant with Sam’s baby. With that thought at the forefront of my brain, I say goodbye to Seb and wish him luck on his shop opening in California and walk to Swingin’ Eli’s for lunch with Ruby. By the time Ruby gets there, I am chewing on my bottom lip and deep in thought.
“Earth to Peyton.” She snaps her fingers. She plonks herself on the seat in front of me and drops her bag on the floor.
“Come on spill it, sister, you look like you could use a chat.” She smiles, her face filled with concern. I look up at her with glazed eyes.
“My period’s late.”
Her eyes widen. “Fuck me, Peyton.”
I take a sip from my glass of water. She reaches over the table and grasps my hand.
“Everything will be OK, babe, we’ll do a test, and if it comes back positive, we’ll deal with it. I’ll be here for you, every step of the way, just like last time.”
She smiles softly and reassuringly. I always feel better after I have spoken to Ruby. Her reassurance, her uncanny knack of reading me like a book, and her ability to say the right things make me grateful to have someone like her in my life. We eat lunch, even though my appetite seems to have abandoned me, and after settling our bill, we head to the pharmacy down the street. I buy a pregnancy test and go back to work, promising Ruby to meet her back at the flat later.
The rest of the afternoon is busy. In-between tattooing, cashing up, and sorting out the rest of the week’s bookings, I am rushed off my feet. Parker is on hand to help which I am grateful for. He offers to lock up the shop, and I head back to the flat after a long, busy day.
The heavy rush-hour traffic means it takes twice as long to get back to the flat and by the time I finally get back, I am tired, anxious, and extremely pissed off. I throw my bag down on the counter top in the kitchen and hang up my coat. I go straight to the bathroom, wanting desperately to get the test out of the way. Ruby leans in the doorway with her arms folded.
“I can’t pee while you’re watching.”
She giggles. “For fucks sake! I’ll turn around, although it’s nothing I haven’t seen before, babe. I know what your lady garden looks like! How long have we known each other?”
She cocks her eyebrow, and we both laugh hysterically. If you don’t laugh about it you’ll cry, right? I make a turning motion with my finger; she rolls her eyes and turns around. I pee on the stick and wait while the results develop.
“How late are you?”
I bite my lip. “Four weeks. Being on the road with the boys, it was hard to keep track, but how the fuck did I not realise?”
She brushes my arm reassuringly. A few minutes pass, and I look at the result. The test reads ‘pregnant’. I put my hand to my mouth and start sobbing. This is not happening. Fuck. Two little blue lines—pregnant. Those blue lines are going to change everything.
“Hey, what’s with the tears, babe, it’s good news, right?” Ruby says gently, and she pulls me in for a hug.
“How could I have been so fucking stupid?” I sob, and she strokes my hair.
“I should be congratulating you, not comforting you, sweetie.”
It’s easy for her to say—she hasn’t got herself knocked up by a handsome rock star that could quite easily bolt if I tell him. At least he would be living up to his stage name. I decide to keep the news to myself for the time being and swear Ruby to secrecy. At least until I come to terms with the situation. I will tell him. Soon.
12
Peyton
Two months pass by quickly in a haze of morning sickness, busy days at the shop—which seem to all blend into each other—and daily phone and Skype calls from Sam. It is the end of October almost, and I still haven’t dropped the baby bombshell. Every time I speak to him, I can’t seem to bring myself to say the words. A trip to the doctor’s confirmed that I am now twelve weeks pregnant. I have taken to wearing bigger clothes to try to hide my ever-growing baby bump. I feel exactly like I did when I was with Callum.
Today is Saturday, and I have a well-earned day off from the shop after working gruelling twelve-hour shifts at the shop. I am curled up on the sofa in my pyjamas, and R
uby comes storming in with her hands on her hips.
“You’re getting off that fucking sofa, and you’re coming shopping with me. I can’t stand seeing you so miserable and wallowing in your own bloody self-pity. When the fuck are you going to tell Sam? When your waters break or when you’re actually in hospital giving birth?” she snaps, and I avoid her stern gaze. I know she is right, but I can’t. I just can’t. He’ll run, I just know it.