"Hey, you're the patient here, not me," she said lightly.
He smiled at her and held her hand tighter. She sighed. If only—
"Adam!" a panicked voice said.
"Hi, Mum."
"Oh my God, Adam. What happened? We didn't even know you left the party."
Sam moved away to give the new arrivals a chance to check out Adam. Kris approached her.
"Sammy, how are you?"
"I'm okay, hon. Thank you for coming. And for telling the others."
"Of course. We were all worried. Trey drove like a maniac and that scared me, too. Since everyone got here the same time as we did, they obviously also drove like maniacs."
Sam flushed. "I'm so sorry. I was too emotional over the phone. I didn't mean to overly worry anyone. Adam's got concussion and bruising, but he seems fine."
"Hey, you didn't know at the time."
Ari joined them and squeezed Sam tight. "I'm glad you're both okay."
"Thanks, Ari. Wow, this room is bursting with people," Sam commented. She was surprised that Sandy wasn't around.
"Kris, did you tell Sandy?" she asked. She was half-glad that Sandy wasn't there, but for Adam's sake, she felt the woman should have been advised.
"No," Kris said rather blithely.
"Didn't Marie tell her?"
"We didn't want to disturb John's party so Trey and Dylan rounded up Marie, Harry, Alvin and Melanie. But we only told them what happened when we got to the car park. Trey told John and Bella we had to go but not why," Kris whispered.
"Oh." She stared at Adam, who was still busy convincing his mother that he was fine. He'd be looking for Sandy soon.
Adam patted his mother's face and looked around, seeming to search for something. Sam's heart sank, knowing that something was someone—Sandy.
"We forgot to tell Sandy!" Marie gasped loudly.
"Kill me now," Adam muttered.
"Adam!" Marie chided, "Don't say things like that when you're lying in a hospital bed!"
The doctor from earlier entered the room and everyone hushed.
"My, my. What a popular person you are, Adam," the doctor commented.
"They all want to make sure I'm still breathing. I owe them all money," he said with a grin.
The doctor chuckled. "Well, I think you are fine, Adam."
"Can I go home now?"
"No. Tomorrow before lunch you can. We just want to make sure there are no delayed reactions."
"Do you think there'll be long-term effects, Doctor?" Marie asked.
"That's something we can't say for sure at this time. But Adam's head trauma wasn't severe. It appeared his left arm and shoulder hit the ground first, saving his head from a harder knock. He might still experience headaches and dizziness, but most likely he'll be back to normal in a few days, if not hours." She turned to Adam. "If you do experience anything out of the ordinary, especially vomiting or forgetfulness, don't ignore it."
"Yes, Doc," Adam said obediently.
"How are you feeling right now?"
"I still have a bad headache and I feel tired, but other than that…"
The doctor nodded. "Get some rest. I'll see you again tomorrow morning." She eyed everyone in the room, as if silently ordering them to leave, before walking out.
"I think the good doctor wants us to let you sleep, son," Harry said.
"I think so, too, Dad."
"Well, we better go then. We'll see you tomorrow, okay?" Alvin said, patting his brother's shoulder.
"We'll be back tomorrow to take you home," Harry said.
"You don't have to—"
Adam's protest was cut off by Marie. "Yes, we will be taking you home. Now rest. We'll see you tomorrow," she said, kissing her son on both cheeks.
"We'll see you tomorrow, too, dude," Dylan said. "We'll call first to make sure you're up for some company."
"And don't worry about work for all of next week," Trey added. "We'll take care of things."
"Glad you're okay," Kane said. "Some good news before we go. We're running at least a week ahead of schedule with your house."
"Great!" Adam replied. "I'd like to visit the site sometime soon."
Jasmine kissed Adam on the cheek. "Goodnight, Adam."
Ari followed suit. "Sleep tight."
Kris was next. She whispered something in Adam's ear and he shook his head. "Haven't had the chance," he said. Kris nodded and kissed him goodbye.
Sam took a deep breath. It was her turn. "Goodnight, Adam," she whispered.
Adam grabbed her hand. "Stay for a few minutes."
"What?" she asked in surprise. "Visiting time has ended. I don't think they'll allow me."
"Yes, they will. Only for a few minutes," he insisted.
"We'll wait for you outside, Sam," Kris said. "We'll drive you home."
"Okay."
*
Everyone had left, and Sam stared at Adam as she perched at the side of his bed. She said a little prayer of thanks, grateful that nothing worse had happened to him.
"That jacket's too big for you," Adam said with a frown.
Sam looked down with a gasp. "It's Kane's. I totally forgot I was wearing it."
"Oh, good. I thought it might have been someone else's."
"Whose?" she asked curiously.
"Brian's," he said quietly, his brows furrowing.
Her eyebrows lifted. "Brian's? He wasn't here tonight, Adam. You don't remember seeing him, do you?" Her heart pounded. Did he hallucinate? Was this a side-effect of his concussion? How would he even know what Brian looked like?
"No. I thought he might have popped in to see you." Adam's gaze was fixed on her, serious and searching.
"Why would he do that?" she asked in confusion.
"'Cause you and he…"
Sam's mouth dropped open as realisation sunk. "Were you the one with Bella when she came earlier today at the kitchen to check up on our cooking?"
He nodded once, his eyes taking on a sad look. "You're going out with him?"
"No," she whispered.
"You looked sweet together, out in the garden," he said bleakly.
"He likes me—"
Adam snorted, looking away. "That much is obvious."
Sam's heart hammered in her chest. He was jealous! And… hurt.
"But I don't like him back," she continued. "Not in that way."
Adam's gaze whipped back to her, hope appearing in his features.
"Are you and Sandy back together?" she asked bravely.
"No! I told you Sandy and I are done! The photo Bella showed you—that wasn't real."
"What do you mean? It was a fake?"
"Well, no, it wasn't a fake. But I thought Sandy was you," Adam explained, squeezing her hand.
She stared at him with concern. Adam was making no sense. Maybe this was the delayed reaction from his concussion. He should rest now.
"Okay," she said with a smile as if to a child. "Why don't we talk about this tomorrow?"
Adam sighed. "Where's my phone?"
"Oh, here." She got it out of her pocket and handed it to him.
"Who are you calling?" she asked, a little alarmed.
Adam just smiled at her. "Hey. Could the two of you come back in here?" Adam said to the person on the other end.
"Was that Trey?"
Adam nodded, taking her hand again and stroking it gently.
Well, Kris and Trey should be able to help her settle Adam down to rest.
The couple entered the room. "Ready to go, Sam?" Trey asked.
"Not yet," Adam said. "Could you guys tell Sam what happened at the car park earlier today with Sandy and Bella? She seems to think I'm delirious and making things up."
"What are you talking about, Adam?" Kris asked in a confused tone. "I don't recall being in a car park with Sandy and Bella today."
Sam gasped, her worry going into overdrive. "I'm calling the doctor."
Kris and Trey laughed. "Relax, Sam. I was only joking," Kris said. "You know that
photo that Bella showed you? Adam thought Sandy was you."
"Huh?"
*
Sam had her mouth open the whole time Kris recounted what had happened at the car park.
"That's the truth, Sam," Adam whispered.
With a sharp inhale, she leaned gently toward him and kissed his lips.
Adam threaded his fingers through her hair, holding her in place, deepening the kiss. When they came up for air, Sam noticed Kris and Trey had disappeared.
"I guess that's what happens when we keep some things to ourselves and work on assumptions," Sam murmured.
"From now on, no more assumptions," Adam said. "I love you, Sam."
Her eyes watered again, this time with happiness. "I love you, too, Adam."
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Adam stopped and stared at Sam as she pulled out clean dishes and utensils from the dishwasher and placed them back in the cupboards, humming to herself. He loved watching her move around. Well, he loved watching her, period. Actually, he just plain loved her.
If there was one big benefit that stemmed out of his accident, it was that Sam had agreed—even insisted—on staying with him so she could look after him. It did help that he'd complained of being extraordinarily tired and that his headaches bothered him. After those two hellish weeks that they were on a break, he wasn't beyond acting less than capable of looking after himself just to have her by his side.
"Why are you staring at me?" Sam asked with a smile.
He gathered her in his arms. "Because I love you," he said softly.
Sam curved her arms around his neck, a radiant smile on her face. "I love you, too."
Their kiss started out tender, slow and sweet, but just like before, it became hot and heavy in just a short time.
"Adam…" Sam warned, pushing at his chest gently.
"I'm fine, baby," he said, letting his mouth travel to her neck.
"But you felt dizzy just a while ago," she reminded him.
Sam hadn't let him touch her for five days since coming home from the hospital, and it had been driving him crazy. She was being overprotective and over worried. But while he revelled in her loving attention, this time he intended to prove to her he was fine. Making love to her wasn't going to make his condition worse. In fact, he'd bet everything he owned it would make him feel better. A whole lot better.
"It was only slight dizziness. And it's gone now," he assured her, his hand burrowing under her shirt and travelling to her breast.
"The doctor said you should rest for a few days," she said a little breathlessly.
At least she didn't swat his hand away. Feeling bolder, he pushed her bra out of the way and ran his thumb round and round a nipple.
Sam let out a little moan that she tried to suppress.
He backed her onto the kitchen bench and bunched her shirt up the top of her boobs.
"Adam!" she complained, but didn't make an effort to right her clothes.
Good.
He leaned down and captured a peak with his lips. Sam's moan mixed with his. He missed her so. He was extremely hungry for her.
"Adam…not here," she panted.
"Where, baby?"
"Bedroom."
Ah, yes.
He grabbed her hand and led her to his room—their room.
"Lie down," Sam ordered when they got there.
He took his shirt off, flipped down the covers, and eagerly did as she asked.
Sam crawled on top of him. "You're not going to exert yourself too much, mister," she said as she nibbled on his lips. "You're going to just lie there while I get busy."
"Really? What are you going to do?" he asked huskily.
"You're about to find out," Sam said seductively as she worked on unbuttoning his pants. "Hmm. Something wants to come out and play."
His hips flexed as her hands grazed the bulge in his pants. "Yes. It's been missing you so badly."
"Really?" Sam asked, pulling down his pants along with his boxers.
"Yeah, really. It's been so lonely and… ahhh… baby…" He propped himself up on his elbows to watch her lick his erection. When she put the head in her mouth, his head plopped back in pleasure. Then… nothing. No mouth, no hand, nothing. He lifted his head back in surprise. Sam was looking at him with a frown.
"What's wrong?" Hell, she couldn't stop now.
"You're moving your head too much. I told you to lie down."
He chuckled, his heart expanding. There was no greater feeling in the world than to know that this woman loved and cared for him. "Yes, ma'am," he said, obeying.
He closed his eyes as he felt her mouth on him again. It didn't take long before Sam's sucking mouth, licking tongue and tugging hand brought him close to the edge. But he wasn't ready. He wanted to pleasure her first.
"Baby, stop," he said.
"Mmmm."
"I don't want to come yet. Stop," he pleaded.
"Don't wanna."
"If you don't I'm going to shake my head over and over until you do," he warned.
Sam stopped abruptly.
He grinned. This concussion thing really wasn't so bad.
"Come up here," he said softly.
Sam slowly stripped naked, locking gazes with him as she did so. Then she straddled him with her beautiful body. She gave him a bashful smile, then started grinding herself against his cock, gasping softly.
Oh, Lord, that was good. But that wasn't what he had in mind.
"Come further up, sweetheart," he croaked.
"Where?"
He patted his belly.
With a curious frown, Sam clambered up and gingerly sat on his stomach.
"Good, now move a little further up," he said, grabbing her hips and pulling her closer to his face.
Sam's eyes widened as she realised what he had in mind. "Adam, no," she said, her face flushing.
"Why not, baby? You told me not to move my head too much. So you come up here and let me do what I've been dying to do."
She bit her lip, looking undecided.
Adam chuckled. "You haven't gone shy on me, have you? I've licked you many times before."
"Not in that position," she said, embarrassed.
"It's just you and me here, sweetheart," he said softly. "Don't you want it? I want to. I really do."
"Well, if you're so insistent," she said.
He grinned wickedly. "I am."
Sam shifted so that her legs were on either side of his head and lowered herself to him.
He groaned, her scent driving him wild. He tasted her and laved her swollen clit with his tongue.
Sam clutched his hair, moaning loudly. Her hips started moving, back and forth, taking her pleasure from his mouth.
Ahh, nothing made him hotter than his Sammy losing control. "You taste so good, baby. You're so hot," he gasped between licks and soft sucks.
"Oh God, Adam!" Sam mewled. Abruptly, she raised herself up and crawled down.
"Sammy," he complained.
"I need you inside me, honey," she said, kissing him on the lips before positioning herself and inserting his hard-as-steel cock in her wet centre.
"Oh, baby, yes," he gasped as Sam rocked on top of him. God, she was heaven. She was the only one who had ever stirred his whole being. She took him to heights he'd never reached before while his heart sang and his soul rejoiced.
Together they lost themselves in the dance as old as time. Higher and higher they climbed, and soon they reached the crest. Sam's body clamped around him again and again with her powerful orgasm, toppling him over the edge. With a yell, he emptied himself in her, the extreme pleasure from his climax almost making him faint.
"Adam?" Sam said, her tone tinged with concern.
He opened his eyes, his lips curling in a satisfied smile. "Hmm?"
"Are you okay?"
"More than okay," he said with a grin.
With a sigh—of relief, he thought—Sam climbed off and lay beside him.
"Baby?" he asked as he wrapped his
arms around her.
"Yeah?"
"Stay with me."
She peered at him. "I'm not going anywhere."
"I mean, let's live together. Instead of you going home this weekend, let's move your stuff here—well, what can fit anyway. We can put the rest in storage if you want to keep them. Then when the new house is finished you can furnish it however you like."
"But I still have four months to go on my lease at my place," she said.
"So? If the real estate agent doesn't find new tenants, we'll just keep paying the rent until the contract expires. It doesn't matter if we leave the place empty."
Sam fell silent and he knew she was analysing things. He didn't mind. He wouldn't push her to make a snap decision. Moving in together was a big thing—
"Okay," Sam said, smiling at him happily.
"Okay?" he asked, a face-splitting grin appearing on his face.
"Yes. I think I'll miss you too much if I'm not with you at nights," she admitted.
He squeezed her tight, kissing her face. "I'll ask Dylan for the number of that removalist he'd hired when he organised Ari's move in a week."
"You can't be lifting boxes and furniture until you've had your check up and the doctor's happy with your progress," she warned.
"Whatever you say, baby. You can be on top of me all week if you want."
Sam giggled, straddling him again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Sam checked the time. It was already ten to seven, just ten more minutes to go before the most important clients in her short history as a private chef turned up for their special thirty-fifth wedding anniversary dinner.
She was ready for them. There was a round table in their house in the corner of the lounge room—a perfect size for two people—which she'd moved to the middle. With white table cloth, a narrow vase that held a single rose, and matching tea lights, it was now the centre piece in a room that had been tastefully adorned with strategically placed flower bouquets and glowing candles.
Once again, the florist she'd recently partnered with had done a great job in providing suitable floral arrangements for the occasion. They were a great mood enhancer for her romantic dinner packages.
She surveyed the kitchen, making sure she had everything all set up for the mouth-watering three-course meal for two she was about to cook. The only hiccup would be if Harry and Marie arrived much later than the anticipated seven o'clock start for their special dinner. She'd have to adjust her own timing for the night, which she'd planned to the nth degree, if that were the case.
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