I would ride every wave he offered until his tide finally went back out to sea.
Chapter Sixteen
“Rabiosa”
Shakira (featuring Pitbull)
Kate
Sam and I were nearly inseparable. After that first night, we never slept without each other again, and it was usually Sam’s apartment we stayed at. I had more than a drawer, I had half of the closet, along with a basket of feminine toiletries, a desk for university work and a key.
Sam was teaching me how to live life to the fullest. We had gone to every
landmark and to every tourist and locals’ hot spot in Seattle. He’d made good on his promise to take me to Yellowstone for a weekend. We flew down in his family’s jet and were shuttled by bus to the national park, where we stayed in a rustic log cabin. He’d even contracted a helicopter tour for us.
I became his regular groupie as he and Chasing North played all over Seattle and the surrounding areas. We had written three songs together, two of which were duets that he insisted I come up and sing with him. At first I thought he was freaking crazy, but one day after a couple beers I agreed, and even Logan was pleased at how well the songs went over with the crowd. After that, I let Sam talk me into performing them at other shows. It was actually pretty thrilling getting up there to sing and with Sam by my side … it wasn’t hard to feel invincible.
The only place I hadn’t gone with him had been the racetrack. That was just too closely connected to my past, and if something happened to Sam while he was racing … I wouldn’t have been able to handle it.
We talked about everything and anything and held nothing back. I was closer to him than any other human being on the planet. He even helped me when I talked to my parents on the phone.
I was acclimating back to being Kate—fun loving, expressive, creative and even a little wild. Dr. Jensen was more than pleased with my “progress” and reawakening.
We had checked off the first seven items on my prescribed to do list and only had a few left to go …
8. Walk on the sandy beach with no shoes
9. Play your favorite music
10. Ride in a car
11. Drive a car
12. Go after something you’ve always dreamed of … something you tucked away.
We’d made love in every area of both of our apartments—on counters, tables, floors, balconies and rooftops. He had seduced me in the band’s recording studio one night after hours when everyone had gone home, and once between classes at school he’d even pulled me into the supply closet for a quickie.
Our desire for one another was insatiable. The more we had of each other, the more we craved.
Sam also drove us to school and home again every day. I was becoming very fond of riding on the back of his motorcycle.
After school one day, instead of going home, Sam brought us to a large storage unit.
As I climbed off the back of the bike I asked, “What are we doing here?”
“I need to introduce you to my other Lady,” he stated matter-of-factly.
“Your car?” I tried to understand. “You need to introduce me to a machine?”
“Oh, Jolie, Lady isn’t just a machine,” he said, scolding. “She’s the most powerfully modified ‘69 Charger in the U.S.”
I had to laugh.
He unlocked the large, steel garage door and shoved it so it slid upward. I could see the outline of the Charger underneath a black covering. Sam turned on the overhead lights and maneuvered the motorcycle inside the unit before closing the door behind us.
“Are we staying long?” I asked.
“A few minutes anyway.” He started at the front of the car and began rolling the covering back to expose her. “Black, sleek, lean and built for speed.”
“She’s beautiful,” I admitted.
Sam opened the car’s doors. “I need to air her out. I have a race tomorrow.” Air her out?
He pulled me from my thoughts. “Supple black leather interior—her inside is just as gorgeous as her outside.”
I really tried to wrap my head around it. Maybe he loved his car the way I had once loved my surfboard.
“She’s a lot like you,” he purred.
“Oh, really, how is that?” I smiled at the way he was looking at me. I knew that look. I’d become very accustomed to seeing it. It was playful, hungry and full of challenge all at the same time.
“You both have a body built for sinful speed that makes me feel exhilarated and alive.”
“Oh …” I found my fingers wandering to my mouth to trace the edge of my lips.
“Right now, Kate, I’m going to take full control over your body and mind.” He put a song on through his phone and the bike’s sound system then walked toward me with a leather pouch he’d taken from the bike’s saddle bag.
Domination? The mercurial heat that overtook me with his words and expression told me I’d be saying yes.
“I could never refuse you, Sam,” I breathed, now biting the tip of my index finger gently.
The song made me move my hips to the driving Latin sound. The singer sang the word rabiosa, meaning closer, and breathed into the music with a voice full of sexual intent.
“Everything I say, you must obey me.” He laid his hands on my shoulders and slid them down my back to unzip my dress before letting it fall to the floor. “Can you do this, Kate, to receive the pleasure I promise you in return for your obedience?”
Air hitched into my lungs. The effort pushed my needy breasts toward him. I was wearing a pretty pink lace bra with matching, cheeky panties he’d gotten for me.
“Oooh, I love these on you.” His mouth was so close to mine, I felt his air on my lips. I parted them in anticipation of contact and tasted his breath on my tongue. He slid his hand up the curve of my ass and gave it a fast, playful and sensual whack. “Go sit on my bike.”
He stepped back and I was already overwhelmed by him. I did as he told me to.
“Mmm … you’re gorgeous.” His gaze devoured me whole. “Lift your leg and straddle it backward, nice and slow.”
Oh. Dear. Heaven. I pulled my legs apart and worked to give him a little show as I did it, arching my back so my sex rubbed the leather seat as I moved.
“Lay back and spread your legs for me now,” Sam instructed.
Carefully, I rolled my back down until I was connected with the seat and felt secure.
“Baby, it has double kickstands, you won’t fall.”
I’d never lain back on a bike before. I’d also never had sex on a bike before. My body was humming with expectation.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you so good, Kate,” he growled. “You are incredibly fucking sexy sprawled over that black Samurai Chopper in nothing but a little bit of pink lace. Reach up behind you and grip the handlebars.”
I did and felt utterly exposed.
“Close your eyes,” he commanded. “And no matter what, don’t let go of those handlebars.”
After I closed my eyes, Sam tied a silk blindfold over my eyes. “Um …” I felt shy all of a sudden and completely vulnerable.
“Do you trust me, Kate?” Sam sensually whispered in my ear, taking my breath away.
“Yes.”
“Unequivocally?”
I knew my answer. “Yes.”
“Then no matter what I do or say, I don’t want you to speak or resist me. You’re allowed to make all the hot, explosive noises you desire as I set your body on fire, but you may not protest or question me. Is that understood?”
OH. GOOD. GOD! “I’m yours, Sam.” For better or for worse.
“That’s my beautiful girl.”
I felt him pull back, and the absence of his heat made me want to beg for him to come back. No talking, I reminded myself.
Just then his fingers worked the front clasp of my bra. The sensation of my tits bared and the cold intrusion of air against my nipples caused a whine to rumble in the back of my throat.
“I don’t think you understand just
how much I love making love to you,” Sam began as he pulled off my panties. “I love my music and racing and the adrenaline of both, but this … There is no other thrill like you.” A surprising sensation tickled over my neck the moment he declared such a strong and serious statement, making it difficult for me to concentrate on either the gravity of his words or the sexy line he was drawing from my neck to my breast.
He was using some type of feather light instrument to tickle across my skin. It was so soft, and it left a trail of wetness as it went. I forced my mind to work. “A paintbrush?”
Sam made a tsk-tsk sound. “You don’t want me to have to stop, do you?” he warned. “If you talk, I’ll stop and wait.”
I zipped my lips, pressing them tightly together.
“Good girl,” he praised as he circled the rose disk of one breast then trailed over to do the same thing on the other side.
“You may answer me in a whine. Does that feel good?”
Oh, God, YES! I whined, and he rewarded me by running the silken bristles over and around each pink bud until I was gently gyrating my hips, in need of more.
“Mmm … are you hungry, baby?” he asked huskily as he lifted the brush from my body. I cried out at the loss and nodded my head. “Good,” he said, now right next to my face.
He stroked the brush against my bottom lip, then quickly grabbed that lip in between his teeth. I smelled the sweet aroma as I tasted decadent, smooth chocolate. His tongue lapped at my coated lip as I joined him in the assault, until he moaned with me.
He must have been dying. Absentmindedly, I reached out to find the bulge that must have been rising between his legs.
“Oh, baby, you broke the rules,” he complained, pulling away.
Shit! I held my breath as I grabbed the handlebar and waited, open and needy, for his touch to return. Oh, damn, he’d been more than serious. When another minute passed without his touch I mewled in protest.
“Alright, don’t let it happen again,” he warned.
His mouth followed the trail of chocolate he’d painted from my neck back to my breasts, and he licked and sucked furiously until I was moaning and wailing under his ministrations.
Moments later he said, “You’re exactly where I want you.” I felt the brush as it swiped a circle, tracing my belly button then dipping lower until it found my clit, ready and waiting.
My breathing was replete with sexual tension as he circled the exposed nerves. My climax came rushing at me, but he quickly pulled the brush away. “SAM!”
“Not yet, love. I’m not ready,” he cooed. “And you talked again.”
“No! Please forgive me,” I cried.
“I’d love to, but I already did. It’ll have to be another minute before I taste your delectable clit.”
I moaned at the thought. I felt the length of the seconds tick by slowly as Sam laid stripes down my thighs and lapped up the sweet confection. He was killing me! Who knew one minute could be so torturously long? After the minute was up he dove over the begging little bundle between my legs. He licked and sucked, purring that I tasted so sweet and so perfect, making me scream when a powerful orgasm rocked through me, breaking me apart under his tongue.
While I was still pulsing and throbbing from his handiwork, I waited deliriously, knowing his gorgeous cock was to be next. But then I felt his arms come beneath my head and legs, lifting me from the bike.
“No, please don’t stop!” I pleaded. “Why are you stopping? I obeyed!” I wanted and needed the fullness of my reward!
A second later, I felt my body being lowered and laid across a couch. But my mind screamed. This wasn’t a couch! I could sense the tight, confined space around me. I was in the back seat of his Charger.
Sam’s body was over mine in a flash. I felt his face directly above mine. “Shh … you’re okay.”
“I’m going to panic.” I could feel the squeezing of my lungs.
“No, you’re not. This is my car and you’re safe here with me. Do you believe you’re safe here with me?”
Tears rolled out of my eyes and into the silk that blinded me from my biggest fear.
“I need you to breathe,” he reminded me.
When he said it I realized I’d been holding my breath. On cue, I filled my lungs.
“That’s my beautiful, sexy woman.” He rubbed his dick against my opening while he stroked my hair back with his other hand. “I’m right here on top of you. Do you feel me?”
I nodded as I took in a quivering gulp of oxygen.
“You know I love you more than anything.”
More than anything, I repeated in my head.
My heart was palpitating in my chest with the harsh anxiety as it mixed with the pleading, wanting sensations that still encapsulated the rest of my body.
“You need me to satisfy you now. Your body is mine, and here between your legs you’re wet and begging me to take you. I’m going to enter you, Jolie.”
I nodded. I knew he was deliberately not saying the name Kate. Not here, not yet. I felt his head open me before he speared into me feverishly. I was distracted, too, with the knowledge that he had been dying to join our bodies as badly as I’d been.
In a moment, Sam lifted my leg to rest my calf against his shoulder. He pounded his hot, veined length through my luxurious velvet.
He groaned, driven desperate by his own actions. I couldn’t take anymore, as I ripped the blindfold away from my eyes and dropped it to the floor of the backseat.
“Keep your eyes on me.” His voice was stern and demanding.
But my head still began to fall to the side to see the shape of the dashboard and steering wheel.
He tilted my hips and plunged himself into me, deep and hard, hitting that most coveted spot inside of me before he stilled, causing me to cry out again and successfully bringing my attention back to him.
“I want your eyes on mine.” He anchored my face with his strong hand. “I’m going to make you come again, right here. Can you feel it building?”
“Yes.”
“I can feel you quivering around me. Oh, you feel so perfect.” He spoke in my face, not letting me move my head, and creating a rush of sensations that took complete possession of me. “Come with me over that edge.”
Both of us lost ourselves in ecstasy and elation, yowling with passion and surrender to one another.
A few minutes later he said, “Open your eyes slowly, Kate, and remember you’re okay.”
I was in a car. I WAS IN A CAR!
My breath was calm now after the amalgamation of my intense orgasms and the suggestion of a panic attack. Letting my eyes open, the first thing I saw was Sam watching me carefully. He smiled at me, but it didn’t reach his eyes. I knew he was concerned now about the ramifications of this sexual adventure he had obviously planned out. He’d taken a big risk.
“I’m okay,” I assured him. And surprisingly, I was. He had distracted me so utterly and completely, that the climatic energy swallowed up the panic. “So, hot sex on a motorcycle and in the back of your muscle car. I feel very special.”
Sam sighed in relief, and now the smile flashed through his warm, dark eyes. He kissed me tenderly before backing off a little.
It’d been over six years. But I wasn’t gasping for air or reaching for a pill. I was with Sam and we were good. The best thing I could think to do was to not make this into a big deal or overthink it. I made a conscious decision that I wasn’t going to think of the old memories, but I was going to allow the new one that Sam and I had just made to permeate my senses alone.
“That spreadable chocolate was wonderful. I can’t wait to use it on you.” I stroked the hard muscle of his arms, concentrating on the strength of him enveloping me.
“Kama Sutra chocolate body paints. I found them the other day when I was surfing Amazon for some sexy playthings for us and thought they’d be a great starter.” He kissed me again. “It glided across your hot skin nice and smoothly.”
I smiled. “I’m ready to sit u
p.”
“Okay,” he looked like he was trying to be relaxed, but he wasn’t.
Leaning back against the cool leather I sighed. “She really is a beautiful car.”
“Yeah, you look perfect inside her, naked like you are.”
We both laughed, easing the tension.
“I’m sitting in a car,” I marveled.
“Yes, you are.” He sounded pleased with himself, and with me.
“You took a quite a risk.”
“Yes, I did.” Now he sounded a little unsure again.
“It was very clever,” I said. “Quite an ingenious way to get me into the vehicle.”
“Are you upset with me?”
I shook my head and answered, “One of these days I’m going to do something special and mind-blowing for you.”
“You’ve already done so much more than you know,” he whispered into my hair.
Sam leaned over the front seat to grab a blanket he’d set there and pulled it over us. I laid my head on his shoulder and we sat in the stillness and simply were.
Century Field was covered in dirt. Sam and I took our seats in the stands.
“That’s him in the black and green, with the yellow Rock Star endorsement.” Sam pointed as the riders took their place. “He’s only here for the weekend before heading to San Deigo for another competition.”
“Is he still playing with you tonight at Fenix?” I asked.
Sam nodded excitedly. I think Sam and Will had been pretty much joined at the hip their entire lives up until this point. When Sam talked about Will going into full time pro sports, he sounded so proud, but he also sounded a little sad. From our discussions I could tell he really would’ve liked it if Will had chosen music with him. He’d confided that he’d always hoped that, if the music took off, Will would’ve been by his side on drums, and that it had been a pretty huge shock when Will decided not to do music or school at all. I had a feeling the only reason Sam continued in his master’s program was not because he felt that he needed it for his career, but because he didn’t know what he wanted to do now the most, causing Mr. Riding-on-the-Edge-of-Death-Defying-Cliffs to choose a safe direction for a while so he could think.
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