Soon his warm hands fumbled with the bandanas at her wrists. “Oh, thank you.” She breathed. “I need to touch you. Feel you.”
She reached upward when her hands were free, but he was nowhere. “Can I take off the blindfold?”
“No,” his stern voice said. “Turn over.”
“On my belly?”
“Yes. Turn over on your belly and then grab the headboard again.”
Her body thrumming, she did as she was told. He retied her hands as she lay prone on the bed.
“Sydney, you have one beautiful ass.”
“Thank you.” I think. What else could she say? He had one fine backside too, but not being visually aware of it at the moment, she didn’t state that fact.
One finger breached her wet channel.
“Ahhh,” she moaned. Perfect.
In and out he stroked her, so slowly she thought she might go mad.
“Pull your knees up under you,” he said.
She obeyed, and he added another finger. This position allowed him to go deeper, stretching and probing, filling an emptiness she hadn’t known existed.
She thought she might come right there.
Again.
“Oh!” Cold again, this time against her secret opening.
No one had ever touched her there. Yet no fear consumed her. She trusted Sam.
It was another ice cube, and as it melted and the tiny rivers of water trickled between her cheeks, tickling her, she sighed. She’d never known this kind of play could be so fulfilling.
If her hands were free, she could reach between her legs and stroke her clit. She’d come for sure.
But her hands weren’t free. Desire to touch herself, to touch Sam, built within her until she thought for sure she’d explode.
“Sam, please! Let me go. I need to…I need…”
“No.” Still stroking her with his fingers, he replaced the ice cube with his tongue.
Ah God, soft warmth. He licked her there, in that private place, and she was thrilled. Electricity sizzled through her veins. How could this feel so good? So right?
“Mmm.” His voice vibrated against the sensitive skin of her crease. “You’re sweet.”
The feelings coursing through her were entirely new, things she’d never imagined feeling. Images swirled through her mind’s eye, of Sam taking her in her ass. Would he? She didn’t know. Would she let him if he wanted to?
Oh, yes. She would.
“Ah, God!” The fingers of his other hand found her swollen clit. Only a few strokes, and the sparks coursed through her again.
How many orgasms could her body take before it shut down and couldn’t take any more? She had a sneaking suspicion she would find out today.
Swirling images funneled through her mind. She and Sam riding horses together across the sprawling acres of the ranch—she and Sam making love in her hotel room at the Windsor that first night five years ago—kissing and licking Sam’s cock until he exploded against her tongue—a Colorado sunset with Sam, the pink-and-orange clouds forming a heart over the mountains as they held hands, kissed, vowed to love each other forever.
All from being blindfolded, sensory deprived.
“More,” he said to her. “Come for me again.”
“Sam, please, I—”
“Come!” he commanded.
She imploded into the bed, her body sinking downward, floating on the bottom of a lush green sea. She was a mermaid, swinging her tail and laughing at sea creatures as her body moved inward, outward, in and out of itself.
Throbbing, pulsing, convulsing, materializing and dematerializing.
“Sam, please. I have to touch you!”
He thrust his cock into her.
He started slowly, rocking back and forth into her tight channel. In. Out. In. Out.
Oh. My. God.
She wouldn’t come again. She couldn’t. She knew that. But still, he felt so wonderful inside her, filled her, completed her.
“You feel so good on my cock, sweetheart,” he said. “So damn good.”
She moved her hips back and forth as best she cold, trying to take in more of him.
“God, I could do this forever,” he said. “Your body takes mine so perfectly.”
Her head sank farther into the pillow, her eyes clenched shut under the blindfold. How she loved this man.
How she trusted this man.
Trust.
She needed to find a way for him to trust her.
She needed to be with him, but it would never work unless he trusted her. She’d betrayed his trust twice. Now, as he made love to her while she lay at his mercy, thrusting into her and giving her pleasure, she vowed he would trust her again.
Somehow.
Chapter Fourteen
“I didn’t know you were into that kind of sex,” Sydney said, resting her head on Sam’s chest.
“Truthfully, neither did I.” He chuckled. “But I liked it. It was a real turn-on.”
“What made you want to try it today?’
“I wanted to show you that you can trust me.”
She nodded, his skin warm against her cheek. “I trust you, Sam.”
He didn’t say it back, and she didn’t expect it. She’d have to earn that.
She’d find a way. She had to. She loved this man, and she damn well was not going to live without him.
“I want to help you, Sam.”
“With what?”
“Trusting me.”
He sighed. “Sweetheart, I want to trust you more than anything in the world.”
“What if I helped you work it out with Mom and Dad so you could see Duke?’
He sat up, pushing her off his chest. “You still don’t get it, do you?”
“Get what?”
“I don’t want to just see Duke. I want to raise Duke. He’s my son.”
Sydney’s heart sank. Nothing had changed. He was still determined to take Duke from her parents.
“They love him.”
“Of course they love him. They’re his grandparents. I fully expect them to be a part of his life. But your father is not his father. I am.”
“Oh, Sam. Please.”
“Please what? Give up my child? I can’t, Sydney. I can’t.”
“I want you to be part of his life. And so do they.”
“Part of his life isn’t good enough.”
“You heard what Dallas said. The court will consider what’s in the child’s best interests. They won’t uproot him. They’ll probably give you some kind of visitation, but they won’t take him away from the only parents he’s ever known.”
“I don’t care. I have to try.”
“Why? Why can’t we just talk to my parents?”
“Because if I don’t try, I’ll never forgive myself. I’ve always wanted kids, Sydney, and here I find out I actually have one. A beautiful little boy. I love him, Sydney. I loved him as soon as I found out about him, but last night, seeing him lying in that hospital bed, possibly dying, I knew he was mine. My heart cried out for him. I wanted only to protect him. To take away any pain he might ever feel.”
What a wonderful man. He would indeed have made an amazing father. But she had to clue him in on something. “Sam, you can’t take away every pain he might ever feel. No one can. Your parents couldn’t do that for you, could they?”
Sam sighed. “You’re right. They couldn’t. They didn’t.”
“No parent can.”
“But I should be there for him. I love that child. I don’t even know him yet, but I love him.”
Sydney summoned all her emotion, all her love for Sam, and met his gaze. “Then please don’t hurt him.”
He looked away from her, rose, walked out of the room, and then back in. His eyes were wet, and a streak ran down each of his cheeks.
“All right, Sydney,” he said. “Let’s talk to your parents.”
Still naked, she jumped off the bed and ran into his arms. “Thank you, Sam. You won’t regret this, I promise you
. You can trust me on that.”
* * *
Sam drove Sydney back to the hotel so she could get over to the grounds and work Sapphire. They had a race the next day. Sam agreed to wait a day or two before talking to her parents. He wanted Duke to get over the virus he had, and he wanted to wait until the DNA test results came in. They could be in as early as this afternoon, though he figured tomorrow was a safer bet.
He worked his horse a little, thinking he might actually compete tomorrow as planned. After all, he’d already missed one competition. His heart wasn’t really in it, though. He had other stuff on his mind. Besides, with the new job he was taking with Zach, he no longer needed purse money.
Then, out of the blue, it hit him—what he wanted to do this afternoon. He went to the main house to talk to Dusty.
“Is Seanie home?”
“Yes, he’s outside having a riding lesson with one of the hands.”
“Good. When will he be done?”
“In a half hour or so. Why?”
“I’d like to spend the afternoon with my nephew.”
“That’s sweet, Sam. I’m sure he’d love it.”
“We could go fishing. Or I could take him up to the rodeo to watch some of the competitions.”
“He’d love that. Why don’t you plan on it? Are you hungry? I can make you a sandwich.”
“Yeah, as a matter of fact.” Sam sat down at the kitchen table.
Dusty grabbed some deli meat out of the fridge. “It’s such good news about Duke. I was really scared.”
Sam nodded. “I was freaked.”
“I was worried that our stupid DNA was going to make his life hard.”
“You know you didn’t need to worry about that. We’ve heard it a hundred times. There’s no indication anywhere that leukemia is hereditary.”
“I know, but first Mom, and then me.” Dusty shook her head as she spread mustard on two slices of bread. “It sure seems to be in our family.”
“Luckily, you are cured. And Duke is clean. Thank God.”
“I shook all last night till we got your call.”
“I know, Dust. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s part of my life. Every time I take Seanie in for a sick visit, I’m scared to death they’re going to say he has the damn thing.”
“Sean is fine. He’ll always be fine. And so will Duke.”
“God, I hope you’re right.” She set the sandwich on a plate and placed it before him.
He smiled. “Of course I’m right.”
“Eat your sandwich. Sean’ll be done soon, and you can have your uncle’s outing.”
Mmm, good old McCray roast beef. And a date with his nephew. Just what he needed. Some five-year-old boy time.
If he couldn’t lavish his love on his son, he could lavish it on his adorable nephew.
* * *
Sydney ached with exhaustion. She and Sapphire had had a good workout. She’d gone back to hotel, taken a long hot shower, and decided to check in on Duke.
She walked down the hall and knocked on the door to her parents’ hotel room.
No response.
Had they gone out? Hmm. Duke was surely still not himself. When Sydney had called this morning, her mother said he’d slept well and was doing better, but Sydney had assumed they’d be staying in today.
She called her mother’s cell phone. No answer. Her father’s. No answer. Well, if they were at the rodeo, no doubt they couldn’t hear the phones over all the commotion.
This was good news. Duke was obviously feeling better. Sydney checked her watched. Nearly dinner time. No wonder her tummy was putting up a fuss.
She had a great idea. She’d call Sam and invite him for dinner. They could go to the Blue Bird on Main. Too bad she didn’t have a kitchenette in her hotel room. She’d love to cook for him.
But wait, he had a kitchen in his guest house. Would it be presumptuous to invite herself over to cook him dinner? Heck, they’d shared stuff a lot more intimate that a home-cooked meal this morning in bed.
She dialed his number and her pulse raced when he answered.
“Hi, Sam. It’s me.”
“Hello, Sydney.”
“I was wondering…well, Duke’s doing better and Mom and Dad took him out, so I was thinking… Would you like to have dinner with me?”
“I’m afraid I have company right now,” he said.
“Oh.” Her heart sank. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“You’re not interrupting. I was about to cook a great meal of mac and cheese for my nephew. We would love to have you join us.”
“Oh.” Thank God. He’s not with another woman. “I don’t want to intrude.”
“Who’s intruding? Sean and I had a fun afternoon riding horses together. And now we’re famished, aren’t we, buddy?”
Childish laughter rang in the background.
“Well, then, I’d love to join you. But I was hoping I could cook you dinner.”
“I’m afraid Seanie has his heart set on Uncle Sam’s famous mac and cheese, but you could make dessert.”
“Perfect,” Sydney said. “I’ll pick up groceries on the way. What would you like?”
“Let’s ask the guest of honor. What would you like for dessert, bud?”
“Something chocolate!”
Sam laughed. “Did you hear that?”
“I sure did. I know just what to make. One of my specialties. I’ll be there in an hour.”
“Mac and cheese should be almost done by then.”
They hung up and Sydney headed to the grocery and purchased ingredients for chocolate mousse. It didn’t take long to make, and it could chill while they ate.
“Oops,” she said out loud. Chocolate mousse had raw eggs in it. Not the best for a five-year-old. Now what? She’d promised chocolate. She grabbed cocoa, eggs, sugar, and a pint of premium vanilla ice cream.
Flourless chocolate torte to the rescue. All she needed was a round cake pan. Hopefully the guest house had one. On second thought, she headed to the housewares section and grabbed a disposable foil pan just in case.
And off to Sam’s.
She found herself humming a lively tune as she drove, looking forward to spending time with Sam and his nephew. It would be almost like—
Almost like she and Sam making dinner for Duke—had she told him and had they decided to raise him together, of course.
She’d made what she thought was the best decision at the time. No use crying over spilled milk.
She arrived to a smiling Sean on the front stoop. He had hair like his mother and light blue eyes. A beautiful little boy, just like her Duke.
“Are you Sydney? Uncle Sam said you were coming.”
“Yes, I am. And you’re Sean. I remember you from your mom and dad’s party.”
“You’re pretty.”
“Why thank you.”
“Come on in.”
“Thank you very much.”
Sean led the way. “She’s here, Uncle Sam, and she’s pretty!”
Sam’s laugher rang from the kitchen. “Yes, she certainly is.”
“Mmm. It smells great in here. The savory aroma of cheddar cheese wafted to her nose.
“It’s almost ready.”
“Okay. I just need about ten minutes to whip up my dessert. It can bake while we eat.”
“Have at it. The kitchen is pretty well-stocked. Sean and I will stay out of your way.”
Sydney put together her flourless torte with ease and got it in the oven. By the time she was done, Sam was spooning out globs of piping hot mac and cheese onto plates.
He poured a glass of milk for Sean and opened a bottle of Gewürztraminer and poured two glasses. He handed one to Sydney. “I hope you like white wine.”
“I like most wine,” she said. “Thank you.”
They sat down and dug in.
“Mmm, this is delicious,” Sydney said.
“My own personal recipe. I’ve been on my own up at the ranch
for the last five years. I had to learn to cook. This is actually made with four different cheeses.”
“Let me guess. Cheddar, of course, Monterey jack, parmesan, and…”
“It’s the last one that always tricks people up.”
“Wait a minute, I’ll get it.” She took another bite. “Is it Roquefort?”
“You’re as smart as you are beautiful.” He grinned.
“What’s rockport?” Sean asked.
“It’s just a kind of cheese,” Sam said. “It’s good, isn’t it?”
“Yum,” he said, holding out his plate. “Can I have more?”
“You sure can.”
“I’ll get it, Sam.” Sydney stood. “You want more milk too, honey?”
“Yes, please.”
She rose a few moments later to take her torte from the oven. “This needs to cool for a few minutes. Then we’ll have it hot with a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top. Does that sound good?” she asked Sean.
“Sounds great!”
She smiled. What a cutie! He was so much like Duke. They were cousins after all. She couldn’t wait for the two of them to get to know each other.
Sean got up to run around and Sydney asked Sam, “Did you hear about the DNA test yet?”
“No. Tomorrow, probably.”
“Well, you and I both know what it’ll say.”
“Yes, but I want to have it in hand before I talk to your parents. I agreed to do this, Sydney, but only if they’re willing to be fair.”
“They’ll be fair,” she said, hoping to God she was right. “They won’t want to put Duke through a lawsuit or anything.”
Sam shook his head. “I don’t want to do that either. I really don’t. I’m just not sure there’s any other way, especially if they won’t cooperate.”
“They’ll cooperate. The only thing is, you’re going to have to meet them halfway.”
“I just wish you’d told me five years ago. Then we wouldn’t have this problem.”
“We’ve been through that, Sam. I made the decision I thought was right at the time.”
“You made a mistake.”
“Yes, I can see now that I did. But that’s all hindsight and retrospect. At the time, I had no idea you’d want to know. I thought I was doing you a favor.”
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