by Amiee Louise
“Happy birthday, handsome,” I whisper, and his eyes glaze over. “I wanted to get you a present no one else has ever given you, baby.”
He sits on the edge of the bed.
“It’s perfect, thank you so much.”
He plants a kiss on my bump and pulls me close to him. His body is still damp from the shower, and he smells of his familiar Sam smell; it is intoxicating.
“I have a few other surprises up my sleeve for you, Mr. Newbolt.”
He smiles that dazzling smile, and I feel myself melt in a pool all over the bed.
“You didn’t have to, angel; I’m not big on birthdays.”
I cup his cheek. “I know, but I couldn’t resist, I want to spoil you the way you spoil me.”
He puts his hand on top of mine.
“Just being with you is enough, angel, it isn’t a competition.”
He gets up from the bed, dries himself off, and pulls on a clean pair of boxers. I lay back and watch the show unfolding in front of me with hungry eyes. He laughs; he pulls on a pair of loose-fitting jeans and runs his fingers through his wet hair.
“Your present is on the shelf inside the wardrobe.”
He pulls it open and takes out the large box.
“You better not have put this up here yourself, babe.”
I bite my lip, and he growls, taking the box down. He lays it on the bed and unwraps the gift. His eyes light up as he sees what’s inside the box. A Les Paul Gibson nineteen seventies tribute electric guitar, which Marlowe helped me pick out. Apparently, it was the first guitar that Sam was given by Milo—one of Sam’s heroes.
“Angel,” his voice is barely a whisper, and his eyes are glazed. “Words fail me.”
I cock my eyebrow at him. “Wow, the Sam Newbolt rendered speechless; that’s a first.”
He pulls me close to him, holds me tightly, and buries his face in my hair.
“Thank you, thank you, so much, angel.”
“I take it you like it then?”
He nods against my neck and pulls away. We sit cross-legged opposite each other on the bed, and he inspects the front more closely. I called in a favour and got Seb to design a faceplate for Sam’s guitar. Seb has custom designed a large skull with angel wings and vibrant red roses spanning the outside. This is similar to the tattoo I designed for him when we first met. Inside the skull is an old style microphone and the wire of the microphone is a figure eight infinity symbol, meaning ‘forever’. Also, Seb has incorporated the Rancid Vengeance logo, a tattoo machine, and a motorbike with a skeleton rocker playing a burning guitar. Along the fretboard is Sam’s band name ‘Bolt’ in old English lettering. He runs his fingers over the artwork, and a tear slips down his cheek.
“It’s fucking perfect. This means more than you’ll ever know, angel.”
I wipe the tear away with my thumb and kiss him softly on the lips. His morning stubble tickling my face as he wraps his arms tighter around me.
“I don’t deserve you, Peyton Harper.”
I push him down on the bed until he is laid flat on his back and I straddle his hips.
“You need to unwrap your gift now, Mr. Newbolt,” I say in my best seductive voice, and he cocks his pierced eyebrow. I wriggle against him, and he growls; I can feel his erection through the soft denim of his jeans. He moves his hands up to the ribbon and slowly unties it. Once the ribbon is untied, he lets it drop to the floor and runs his hands up the length of my body. He doesn’t take his eyes off me for one second.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful it makes my chest ache,” he rasps, and I run my fingers gently down his chest. I feel the erratic beat of his heart and his hands skating all over my body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I pull up his t-shirt until his chest is bared. I lick my lips at the sight of his hard, muscled, tattooed chest and the V, which disappears under the waistband of his jeans. He is so perfect it makes heat pool between my thighs and I can only think of how much I need him inside me.
“Sam, I need you.” My voice is a soft plea, and he smiles wickedly.
“I’ll take care of you, angel,” he says huskily. I grind on his straining erection and cup my aching breast in my hand.
“Oh, God, please,” I moan, and he lifts me, so I am pinned beneath him. He trails kisses down from my breasts, down my stomach, and softly blows air onto my pussy. I shiver at the coolness of his breath. I am aching for him, and I don’t think I have ever been this desperate for him to fuck me.
“I need you inside me, Sam, please.”
He pulls off his jeans and throws them onto the floor. He is gloriously naked in front of me, and his hard cock is standing to attention.
“Are you sure I won’t hurt the baby, angel?”
I bite my lip and shake my head.
“Just shut up and fuck me like you mean it, rock star.”
He stalks towards me like a predator about to devour its prey and positions himself between my legs. He runs his finger up my slit and collects the moisture that has gathered there.
“You’re such a bad girl, always so wet and ready for my cock.”
Just the sound of his voice could get me off right now, I am aching for him. But I can tell he is in the mood to tease me. I reach for his hardness, but he grips both of my wrists in one of his hands and holds them prisoner above my head trapping me. He leans down, kisses me passionately on the lips, and trails soft nips along my collarbone.
“Do you want me to fuck you, angel?” he whispers in my ear.
“Oh, God, yes!”
I feel his smile against my skin.
“Beg me to fuck you, beg me to ram my cock deep inside you.”
He grinds against me, and I am so frustrated by his teasing.
“Please fuck me, Sam, God I need you to fuck me! Ram your big hard cock in my pussy!” I scream out, and Sam cocks his eyebrow, releasing my wrists from his.
“Jesus, that was so hot, angel,” he rasps. He positions the head of his penis against my opening and pushes into me. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding as he moves in and out with an expert swivel of his narrow hips, which causes a delicious friction deep inside me.
“Mmm, Sam.”
I writhe beneath him, and he leans down taking my already erect nipple in his mouth. He nips it softly with his teeth causing me to gasp, somewhere in between pleasure and pain.
“Christ, angel, you feel so good around my cock.” He growls as he increases his thrusts and I can feel him deliciously hitting my g-spot with each plunge.
“Oh, fuck, Sam!”
I squeeze my pelvic floor muscles around his cock, and he cries out.
“Fuck! If you carry on doing that, angel, I’m not going to last much longer.”
I smile devilishly and contract my muscles around his cock again, he slows his pace.
“Don’t play games with me, angel, because I’ll win every single time,” he emphasises the last three words.
“Sam, please, I need you. God, I need you,” I whimper. He cups my breast in his large hand and massages it gently. His calloused hand feels so good against the soft, delicate flesh. He increases his thrusts again, and I can feel that he is close to finding his release.
“Jesus Christ, angel, I’m close, so fucking close, come with me.”
He moves his hand from my breast, and his finger finds my sensitive nub. He strokes my clit, and that’s all it takes for us to both find our release at the same time. He growls, and I feel his hot seed coating my insides. I cry out as my own orgasm takes hold.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck, Sam. Oh, God. Yes,” I scream.
It takes a few minutes for our laboured breaths to return to normal, then he pulls out and lies down next to me. He tucks me under his arm and pulls me close to him. When Sam and I have sex, it feels like the first time every time, and I never get bored of feeling his body pressed against mine. He is an expert in the bedroom department, and we satisfy each other’s needs like no one else can. We are sexually in sync, and I couldn’t ask fo
r more in a partner.
“I’m going to miss you so much when you leave for Vegas, babe,” I break the silence and Sam stops stroking my hair.
“Come with us then, angel, I looked online and consulted a doctor. You’re totally fine to fly, and you’re out of the danger zone now so there’s no reason why you can’t. Plus, I’ve kind of already squared it with Seb.”
He bites his lip boyishly, and I smile at his thoughtfulness.
“Yes! I’d love to come to Vegas!”
He kisses me on the lips, and we spend the rest of the morning making slow, passionate love in Sam’s overly-large bed.
14
Peyton
A few hours pass, and Sam and I are wrapped naked around each other when I hear voices in the apartment.
“Newbolt, you better not be rogering the missus!” I instantly recognise Brody’s voice and the raucous laughter of the other boys. “Although, he is entitled to some birthday pussy!”
Sam laughs.
“Come out, come out wherever you are, Newbolt, we need to give your birthday beatings!” Jax shouts. Sam rolls his eyes, kisses me on the end of my nose, and gets up.
“I’ll be right back, angel.”
Sam walks out into the apartment stark bollock naked.
“Fuck me, dude, put your cock away!” Brody yells.
“Excuse me, but you fuckers are intruding in our apartment” I hear Sam say, but I can tell he is holding back his laughter.
“Touché!”
I quickly pull on some clothes, tie my hair up in a loose knot, and walk barefoot into the kitchen where Jax and Brody are sitting on the worktop. Lucas is sitting at the table leaning on his elbows, and Sam is nowhere to be seen.
“You need to sort your man out, darlin’, I’m going to need fucking therapy after that!”
I laugh. Brody jumps off the worktop and lifts me into his arms; he pulls me in for a bear hug. I am still struggling to get used to the friendly, affectionate side of Brody Hart. Over Brody’s shoulder, I see a look pass between Jax and Lucas. The look on Jax’s face is bemused, and Lucas shakes his head with an adorable smirk on his face.
“Am I going to have to kick your arse for having your hands all over my woman, Brody?” Sam jokes, and Brody pulls away from our embrace.
“Happy birthday, you old fucker!” Jax breaks the silence. He leaps off the worktop and gives Sam a manly hug.
I love the brotherly banter between the boys. I can see what Amy was talking about when she said the boys have taken me under their wing and have accepted me as one of their own. Our baby is going to have an extended family, consisting of three doting uncles in Brody, Jax, and Lucas.
Throughout the day, our apartment is like Piccadilly Circus with visitors coming to wish Sam a happy birthday. Soon the evening rolls around, and we are getting ready to go to Sam’s parents for his birthday dinner. A part of me is really looking forward to seeing how our families interact with each other, and another part of me is really nervous. I am dressed in a red prom style dress with black skulls covered in diamantes. It matches my quirky style and still makes me look ladylike. The neckline accentuates my breasts, but the cut of the dress doesn’t draw attention to my growing bump, which is good because tonight is the night we have decided to announce the pregnancy. My hair is in loose, tousled waves, and I have a red rose in my hair. I am putting the finishing touches to my makeup in the mirror when Sam comes up behind me. He looks so handsome in his black suit, white shirt, with a loose black tie and black biker boots. His hair is his usual messy spiky style, and his green eyes are glittering with excitement. He nuzzles my neck and snakes his arms around my waist.
“Are you ready yet, angel?”
I chuckle.
“I’d be ready a lot faster if you weren’t being so distracting in that suit.”
He cocks his pierced eyebrow and smiles, temporarily disarming me.
“Ah, so you like the suit then, angel?” he rasps. I blot my lipstick and spin around in his arms.
“If you carry on looking at me like that, baby, we won’t be leaving here tonight, and I’m sure your mum won’t be too pleased about that.”
He kisses me on my forehead. “You look absolutely breath-taking, angel.” He kneels down and rests his cheek against my stomach. “Your mummy looks beautiful, boo.”
I love seeing this tender side of Sam, it melts my heart.
“Boo?”
He plants a gentle kiss on my bump and gets to his feet. He takes my hand and leads me out into the living room.
“Yeah, what else are we going to call him or her?”
“Boo sounds perfect.”
“Boo it is then.”
We leave the apartment and go down to the parking garage. Cole and Amy are waiting for us. Cole is dressed in a black pinstripe suit, black shirt open at the collar, and black shoes. He looks handsome; Amy’s slender figure compliments his muscular frame. She is wearing a silver strapless dress which makes her legs look like they go on forever, silver and white Jimmy Choo shoes with a black bow on the front, and her hair in a neat, sleek up-do.
“Peyton, you look gorgeous, hon.” She kisses me on both cheeks.
“So do you, Amy, you look stunning, I look like a small beached whale next to you.”
She takes my arm and rolls her eyes. “Please, I’ve seen more fat on a butcher’s pencil. Tell her she looks beautiful, Cole, sweetie.”
Cole smiles brightly. “You look wonderful, Peyton.”
He kisses my hand, and I blush. We all climb into Sam’s Porsche Cayenne 4x4, Sam and Cole in the front, Amy and me in the back. The journey to Sam’s parents’ house in Kent goes by quickly as we all chat easily in the car. As we pull into Lori and Marlowe’s driveway, I notice the gravel path lined with small tea lights. We climb out of the car and Sam takes my hand.
“I’m sorry, my mum has a thing for all things theatrical,” he whispers. The door opens, and Lori steps out; she looks like a movie star. Her short hair is styled perfectly, and she is wearing a gold dress with matching accessories. The look suits her and makes her look younger than her years.
“Happy birthday, my darling boy,” she croons as she kisses him on the cheek and he wraps her in his arms.
“Thanks, Mum.”
She pulls away from their embrace and opens her arms.
“Peyton, sweetie, you look fabulous,” she says in her familiar American drawl, which I have become accustomed to.
“So do you, Lori, you look amazing.”
She laughs. “This old thing, oh please!” She rolls her eyes and chuckles softly. “Cole, Amy! Come, come inside,” she says enthusiastically. She greets Cole and Amy, we all step inside.
“Happy birthday, son.” Marlowe hugs Sam, and the similarity between the two of them never fails to amaze me. “Peyton, you get more stunning every time I see you.”
He kisses my hand, and over Marlowe’s shoulder, I see Ruby. I am surprised to see her. What could Ruby be doing here? Last I heard, she and Jax weren’t on the best of terms.
I catch her gaze, and she shrieks, “Peyton!”
She rushes towards me and envelopes me in her arms as if we haven’t seen each other in years.
“Rubes! What are you doing here, babe?”
I am actually happy and relieved that she is here; I could do with some back-up.
“Jax and I are seeing each other again, exclusively! Who knew?” she says dramatically, and I chuckle softly.
“You’re looking amazing, babe.”
She looks me up and down, taking me in. “Thanks, so do you, sweetie.”
She can throw any old thing on and look stunning. She is wearing a little black dress with a skinny silver belt round her waist. She is wearing black Christian Laboutin shoes, and her long black hair is flowing like a cascade down her back.
“The flat seems so empty without you in it, babe,” she pouts, and I roll my eyes.
“We knew this was going to happen eventually, sweetie.”
; She takes a sip of her champagne.
“Yeah, but I didn’t expect it to happen so soon.”
I take her hand. “I love you, Rubes, you’re welcome at ours anytime, babe, you know that.”
She nods, and Jax comes up behind her. He wraps his arm around her waist and nuzzles her neck.