Love me if you dare

by Sabel Simmons

  She slapped him on his shoulder. “It is not funny!”

  “You really left them at home?”

  “Yes! I thought we were going somewhere where we will be alone! That’s what you made me believe!”

  “Aahh … honey! It does my heart so well that you actually obey me … hey! Careful!” he laughed when she slapped him again. “Don’t want to cause an accident, now you do?”

  “You really think this is funny! What am I going to do!” Nicolas could not stop smiling.

  “Honey, stop worrying.” He looked down at her breasts and frowned. “I see you didn’t leave all of them at home.” She tsk’ed her tongue at him irritably.

  “Five days, Nicolas! Five days, I can’t wear the same bra for five days!” He dropped his hand to her thigh and caressed her leg softly.

  “If you really insist on denying me the sight of those beautiful breasts unbound for the weekend, I will wash your bra for you every night.”

  The thought of his large hands gently washing her lacy bra every night send heat churning straight to her groin and she moaned. His eyes caught hers and he grinned salaciously at her, noticing the desire flashing in her eyes.

  “After, I licked and pulled it off your breasts with my teeth, of course.”

  Keeping his eyes on the road, he lifted his hand and softly caressed over her breasts, feeling his groin tighten when her nipples immediately shriveled into tight nubs.

  “You do realize of course, that we will not be sharing a room for the next six nights?” she gasped as her passions ignited.

  “Like hell we won’t … Oh, shit!”

  “Nicolas!”

  “Sorry. Damned if I didn’t even think about that. Moms would have a fit. I forgot how old fashioned she is. No … they will just have to understand. There is no way I will be able to survive for six nights without you in my arms!” He growled and she laughed, amazed at his white knuckles as he gripped the steering wheel tighter.

  She dropped her hand to his leg and caressed his thigh, slowly circling closer to his arousal she noticed were pressing against his pants. His breath caught when her fingers closed around his arousal and started stroking up and down the length of it. He ground his teeth and his foot lifted from the fuel pedal, reducing their speed so he could enjoy her torment and not kill them in the process!

  “I think you better start preparing yourself, honey. You know Moms thinks of me as the daughter she’s never had. There is no way she would allow that!”

  He growled as he acknowledged the truth of that. Her caresses became harder, faster and he grabbed her hand in his to draw it away from his groin.

  “Have mercy, woman! You have me as hard as a rock and at the same time telling me there is no way of I am going to bury myself in your heat tonight!"

  “Nico …!” She mewled as her panties were immediately flooded in anticipation and need.

  “Good! I’d hate to be the only one suffering!”

  Chapter Sixteen

  The minute Nicolas brought the car to a stop Samantha jumped out and ran towards his parents who were already descending the patio stairs. He swallowed hard at the big lump in his throat when she hurled herself in his mother’s arms and they hugged fiercely. He got out of the car and walked slowly towards the three people hugging and crying, his father embracing both the woman in his arms.

  When he reached them he circled his arms around all of them and the Forrester’s engulfed Samantha in warmth and love and she cried even harder. Nicolas groaned and pulled her away from his mother who was also crying, to tenderly wipe the tears from her cheeks. He shook his head, realizing he was wasting his time, as the more he wiped away, more replaced it.

  “Honey, enough already! The dams on the farm are overflowing as it is!”

  She slapped him on his arm, but smiled blindingly at his parents and he could only stare at the enchanting picture in front of him.

  “Honey, Nicolas? You called her honey?” His mother enquired with a quiver in her voice. He groaned inwardly, but knew she would not have let it slip her by. His eyebrow lifted at her questioningly as he pulled Samantha close to his side, his arm around her waist.

  “So I did.” He leaned down and kissed her softly on her temple and smiled at his parents. “Do you have a problem with it, Moms?”

  His mother noticed the slight flush on Samantha’s cheeks, but also how comfortably and easily she leaned into her son, locking her arm around his waist the moment he pulled her closer. Her eyes shone with love through the last of her glittering tears and Camilla Forrester’s smile broadened as her eye caught her husband’s. She hugged him close when she noticed his eyes also filling with moisture.

  “No … no, we definitely do not have a problem with it! As a matter of fact, we are delighted!”

  Owen cleared his throat, blinked the tears back and gruffly ordered them inside. “Well, let’s go round to the back. I am glad you arrived early enough so you could get the fire going, son. It’s time we put those soft city hands of yours to work.”

  Nicolas objected loudly and they followed his parents through the house to the entertainment area at the back of the house; the two of them ribbing each other all the way there.

  Camilla showed Samantha to her room much later in the evening. She pulled open the windows and smiled at her. “I know you always like the fresh air at night.”

  Samantha smiled warmly at her. “You know me so well Moms. Thank you for the lovely evening. I can’t remember when last I laughed so much and felt so relaxed.” She watched as Camilla folded the duvet to the bottom of the bed and fluffed the cushions.

  “There! I am so happy you and Nicolas found each other. Owen and I have always said you two belong together.” She walked closer to Samantha and gave her a quick hug. “It’s wonderful to see you two so much in love. What’s the matter?” She frowned at Samantha noticing the closed look shadowing her eyes. She smiled wearily at Nicolas’s mother.

  “Don’t you love him?”

  “Of course I do! And I have told him so a few times already, but he doesn’t love me. He only wants me.” She flushed when she remembered it was his mother she was talking to. “And maybe he is only trying to make up for what happened all those years ago…”

  “Samantha, darling, I am sure you are mistaken. He might not have said the words and I know my son, so believe me, it is in every look he gives you, the way he holds you, the way he watches you and how he is aware of every little movement you make.”

  She smiled wanly, wanting desperately to believe Camilla, but having felt unloved for the most part of her life, doubt overshadowed everything she said.

  After a quick shower, and dressed in a slightly more conservative shorts and t-shirt pajamas than usual, which she packed on a whim to tease Nicolas with, she slipped between the sheets and fell back on the pillows. She switched off the lamp and waited until her eyes adjusted to the dark so she could enjoy the black of the night, glittering with stars that were visible through the open window.

  Just as she slumbered off, the door opened and Nicolas’s large shape slipped through and closed the door softly. He padded to the bed and his teeth flashed white in the dark when he noticed her still awake.

  “What are you doing here?”

  “Do you really need me to answer that question, love?” He whispered back taking his clothes off and pulled the sheet from her grasp to fling it over the duvet at the bottom of the bed.

  “Hmmm … even granny pj’s make you look sexy, but I much prefer …” She gasped when he grabbed her shorts and pulled it smoothly down her legs and threw it on the ground. “You completely …” He tugged the t-shirt over her head, ignoring her struggles and complaints. “Naked in my arms!”

  He loomed over her and immediately settled between her legs, growling hungrily when he pushed against her warmth. She moaned when he lowered his chest and rubbed it against her nipples.

  “Nico … you are crazy! We can’t! Your parents are just down the hallway. They will
hear us!” But a soft mewl echoed directly thereafter as he pushed his full arousal slowly home, all the way to the hilt.

  His eyes burned into hers in the moonlit room. “I have been in pain since you set out to seduce me in the car. So it is your own fault! Let’s see if you can make love noiselessly …”

  “Nico, no stop … ooohhh.” A low moan escaped her as his lips closed over her nipple and he suckled hard and deep, at the same time plunging slowly in and out of her, his body trembling at the strain to maintain a slow and steady rhythm.

  It went well for a while, but her moans increased in intensity and loudness, until eventually he was forced to deny him the taste of her sweet breasts and closed his mouth over hers to keep the noise down. He stopped moving to allow her to calm down and he winced at the strain of staying still inside her heated walls that were quivering sweetly around his hardness.

  He lifted his head and caressed her cheeks, smiling down at her, her beauty radiant in the moonlight. Her hands caressed down his back over his strong arms and she returned his smile, giggling softly.

  “Shhh …” but the enjoyment in the girly giggle was so contagious he laughed softly. “Samantha! Stop … we’re going to wake them!”

  “I’m sorry,” she gasped between her giggles, “but it is so funny! We are both grown-ups, and here we are scared of your parents!” And she erupted in a fit of giggles, which caused him to growl and press deeper into her as her whole body shook and her walls tightened around him with it.

  A knock on the door put an end to her merriment and they both froze in shock.

  “Samantha is everything okay?”

  Samantha had her hands pressed over her mouth and her eyes were as big as saucers and Nicolas had to press his face into the pillow next to her as his laughter erupted. She slapped him on his back.

  “Yes. Moms! I am … sorry I woke you! It’s your silly … son … making jokes on the phone!”

  She gasped and pinched him under his arm when his muffled laughter intensified in her ear and he ground his shaft deeper inside her.

  “Well, tell him not to keep you up. You need your rest. Sleep well, darling.”

  “You … too, Moms.”

  Nicolas gasped for breath and swallowed his laughter at the searing look in Samantha’s eyes. His head lowered and he kissed her hard and deep, whilst his fingers closed over her clit, stroking and pinching softly and, as he plunged into her with deep hard thrusts, harder. She shattered immediately around him, the tightening ripples around his shaft pushed him over the edge directly thereafter and when the heat off his orgasm shot inside her, her own intensified twofold and she struggled to breathe.

  Nicolas kept kissing her, but soft and tender, until their bodies became lax and replete. He settled next to her and pulled her in his arms, hugging her tight.

  “Now, I’ll be able to sleep. What have you done to me? You have become a drug in my system! I need this every day; I crave you all the time!”

  Samantha smiled sadly against his chest. He just strengthened her believe that for him it was all about desire and fulfillment of his need. Love played no role in his feelings for her!

  They spend most of the next day in the field. Owen showed them all the new camps and chalets that were added recently; their last stop the stables, where Samantha used to spend a lot of time when she was younger and her eyes misted over at the memories.

  It took a lot of cajoling to get Samantha back in the Jeep away from the two little foals that were born a week ago. On the way back to the farmhouse her excitement knew no bounds.

  “Really, Nico! I am serious! We should be involved with the breeding this year! We need the speed of Stargazer and the stamina of … what’s that black warhorse you favor called?”

  “Thor.” She was silent for so long he glanced back at her where she leaned forward between the two front seats.

  “You’re kidding!” Why Thor?”

  He shook his head and laughed at her. “I did not name the horse, honey. I just like to ride him.”

  “Oh … yes of course! Well, if we can combine his stamina with Stargazer’s speed, we will have a top breeding horse!”

  “And how do you propose to do that? Mesh two sperm cells of each and artificially inseminate a merry?”

  “Don’t be silly, Nicolas! Hey wait! Why not! Pops, what do you think?”

  Nicolas smiled and shook his head. She had called them Moms and Pops from the first day she met them, when he brought the DuPonts’ to meet his family a few months after he bought shares and became Alexander’s partner.

  He listened to half an ear to their heated discussion while his mind wandered to the telephone call he had early this morning. He believed Desmond Harris really regretted his participation years ago and wanted to make amends, so he decided to use him to set up Elaine and Wieldman.

  He deliberately took Samantha away from the offices; he needed Elaine to have free rein and access to step in the trap he had set for them. If she was there, she would have picked up on the project and demanded to know why she was not involved in a project with so much operational resources. He had not even told her that Elaine was back at Global, and hopefully before he had to, Elaine would have taken and ran with the bait.

  Later, after dinner they enjoyed the cool evening air, each lazing in the deep and comfortable patio chairs that Owen designed and made himself. Samantha already bribed him to make some for their place as well. His heart nearly exploded when she said that … their place!

  Samantha smiled up at him when he rose to assist Camilla with clearing away the glasses and dessert plates that were on the patio table. Resting her head on the back of the chair she gazed dreamily at the starts in the black sky. She started and nearly jumped up when Moms suddenly shouted close behind her.

  “Nicolas, wait!” Her eyes widened, watching an angry Nicolas thundering towards her. He stopped in front of her glaring at her with spitting eyes.

  “So, now I don’t love you!” He shouted at her and she glanced worriedly towards Camilla hovering in the door.

  “Nico … calm …”

  “Don’t tell me to calm down! Of course I bloody love you! How can you not know that!” he bellowed even louder.

  “Because you never bloody told me!” she shouted back at him.

  “I sure as hell showed you how much I love you! Or are you going to claim you didn’t notice that either! Damn!” He swung around and stormed back inside the house, flinging the question at Owen over his shoulder. “Where are the safe’s keys, Dad?”

  Owen smiled so broadly he nearly forgot to answer his annoyed son, glaring at him when he didn’t answer immediately. “Same place it has always been, son.”

  Samantha pressed her hand over her beating heart, glancing worriedly at Camilla and Owen. “Moms, Pops, what is …?”

  “It’s okay, darling. He was just surprised is all. I hope you don’t mind me telli …”

  Nicolas returning interrupted her and he loomed over Samantha, his eyes like burning orbs of silver fire. He took a deep breath, went down on his knees next to her and grasped her hands in his, his gaze holding hers captive.

  “I wanted to wait until after we have settled the Wieldman issue, but if this is what you need to believe and trust in me …”

  He pulled a small blue velvet box out of his pocket and she gasped when the light glittered on the diamonds as he pulled the ring out. He took her hand and slowly pushed the ring on her finger, causing her to gulp in recognition. It was the same ring she fitted on her finger in awe the day Alexander and he took her to choose the diamond earrings he bought for her for her twenty first birthday. She fell in love with it there and then, and it looked as gorgeous on her finger as it did then.

  His voice sounded like heat, desire and … love when he looked at her with all those feelings replicated in his eyes for her to see.

  “Every time I touch you, it is with love … every time I kiss you, it is with love … every time I look at you, it is with love … an
d every time I love you it is with a desire and passion that is borne from my love for you. Tell me true, my love … how can you not know that? Do you really believe that the intimacy we share is possible if we didn’t love each other?”

  She pulled her hands from his and tenderly circled his face, her eyes shining with love so pure and deep he stopped breathing. She reveled in the love in his and sighed into his mouth as she kissed him; whispered against his mouth, “I guess I was too scared to believe it was possible that you could come to love me so quickly.”

  He reared back and thundered again, “Quickly! My God woman, I have been in love with you since the day we met! But you were too young. I was devastated when you disappeared and I did not stop searching for you for years, but it was as if you had vanished. I eventually accepted you didn’t want to be found, so I stopped looking. My heart however, never did and when you walked back into my life, it was the happiest day ever.”

  “You … you searched for me?”

  “Yes, my love I did.” He pulled her close and kissed her with all the love and tenderness in his heart and sighed when he tasted the saltiness of her tears mixing with her sweet taste in his mouth. His eyes caressed her features lovingly, tenderly wiping her tears away.

  He leaned back and took her hands in his again.

  “Samantha DuPont, I have loved you for ten years and will love you forever and further into eternity. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, wake up with you in my arms, even when we are wrinkled and gray. I want to make babies with you, as many as you desire and I promise never to go to sleep angry or not kissing you goodnight! And if it is the words you need, I will tell you every day how much I love you … Will you please marry me?”

  Her heart was beating so fast she could scarcely breathe. His eyes staring so lovingly and earnestly into hers urged her to believe in his love, in their love and their future together; the slow smile on her lips were brilliance personified and took his breath away.