Something about the sound of his voice, that she once found so comforting, grated upon Kate’s ears. It wasn’t him. It wasn’t real. She just wanted to reach out and slap him. Remember, don’t stir the water, Kate thought to herself.
“We’re having a blast,” Kate answered, trying to remain polite but instead sounding simpering. She felt Jenner lightly nudge her in the side with her elbow. “Hannah, how lovely to see you again,” she said with fake smile.
“Kate,” Hannah responded coolly. “Meet our new friend, Francesca,” she said as she began fawning over the brunette. “She has the most exquisite cheekbones… Francesca, this is Kate. Remember, I told you all about her.”
Kate’s only response was a glare. Jenner chatted for several minutes while Sam continued to ignore her. Kate realized that the cold shoulder was the only response she would get from him this evening. It was almost as irritating as it was a relief.
“We should get back,” Kate murmured to Jenner.
“Now?” Jenner questioned.
“Yes now, before they send out a search party,” Kate answered, only becoming belatedly aware of her fatal mistake.
Sam stared blankly at some distant point across the club. While he was biting his lip, his fingernails drummed impatiently across the table.
“Well goodbye,” Kate rushed and began to tug at Jenner’s arm.
Before they could leave, Sam stopped her with a single word, “Kate?” he questioned.
Kate turned back around with dread, but she met his eyes. Normally, a smoky-green hue, he looked up with an icy cold glare. He waved his hand towards her with a casual dismissal. “What’s with the jeans?”
“My jeans?” Kate questioned.
“If you’re going to behave like a slut, you should dress the part,” he explained cruelly.
Furious, Kate forgot all her last minute training. “ You’re such a…” Kate flustered, trying to find the right word.
“A bitch, a cunt,” Sam mocked crudely.
“You’re such a man,” Kate hissed and walked away.
Jenner caught up with her a few seconds later. “That went really well. Better than I expected.”
“Went well?” Kate spat. “He just called me a slut.”
“No, he said you were behaving like one. There is a difference. I was really starting to get worried, but I think it’s safe to say Sam is crazy jealous,” Jenner answered.
“If he wants a slut, I can be a slut,” Kate muttered.
“Wait a minute, Kate,” Jenner said cautiously. “Jealous is like jalapeño peppers, a little bit goes a long way. Besides, Eric is vulnerable right now and might not understand that he is just being used as a pawn.”
Kate ignored Jenner. She walked determinedly back to their table, but instead of sitting down, she said to Eric, “Sam just called me a slut. Do you want to dance?”
Eric sat down his drink. “Huh, sure if you think it is safe,” he answered as he came to his feet, “but I should warn you, I’m not a very good dancer.”
To say he wasn’t a good dancer was an injustice. It was quite possible that Eric was indeed the very worst dancer in the history of man. He only possessed a few awkward moves in his repertoire, all of which were variations of the old robot man dance. Yet, strangely, he attracted a fan base of pretty females gathering around him. Probably because he just didn’t seem to care. Sure, he was awful, but he busted his moves like a disco king. Kate started laughing so hard she nearly peed her pants, and for a moment was able to forget all about Sam.
The DJ switched up the techno beats to a slower rhythm. Eric started to reach for her waist. Kate managed a weak smile before she squeaked out, “Be right back.”
As she fled the dance floor, her heart was thumping so fast she was sure it would explode. She rudely pushed past the long line wrapped outside the restroom. Ignoring the loud protests, as soon as the next stall became available, she rushed forward. Kate didn’t even have time to close the door behind her before she started heaving.
After the first stomach convulsion, she fell to her hands and knees. In between her spread legs, she saw a pair of familiar stilettos come into view.
“Go away,” Kate cried.
“No, I don’t think I will,” Sam said as he crawled in beside her and pulled her in his arms. “It’s always the same with you. One of us always has to leave, and we never face the problem. It really isn’t working that well, is it?”
“Shut up, Sam,” Kate groaned and pushed out of his arms to bury her face in the toilet.
As she hurled, Sam sat up on his knees, gathered her hair, and held it away from her face. Once she was finished, he pulled off some toilet paper from the roll to wipe her mouth.
“Where are your pills?”
“Back at the table,” Kate answered weakly.
Sam reached up and felt her racing pulse. He whispered against her hair, “Just breathe. Nothing is going to happen; I’ll keep you safe.”
Kate barely nodded and collapsed against his chest. She tried to breathe, but it only came out as short, hollow gasps.
“Shh,” he murmured as he stroked her hair.
A few moments later Jenner appeared, holding Kate’s small clutch bag. “There you are. I thought I might find you here when Eric said you had disappeared,” she said as she opened Kate’s bag and handed the bottle over to Sam.
Sam opened the bottle, took out one pill, and then placed it between Kate’s lips. Kate leaned up to swallow the pill dry, then closed her eyes and nestled against Sam.
Jenner nervously hovered for a moment before asking, “Katie, are you all right?”
Kate nodded her head in affirmation, and Sam answered, “I’ve got this.”
“Will you take her home?”
“Yes,” Sam answered.
Jenner paused for a moment before asking, “Can you keep her for the weekend? Tyler and I were thinking about going out of town.”
“I’m sure something can be arranged,” Sam answered quickly.
Kate frowned against his chest. “Quit talking about me like I’m a child,” she muttered.
“We weren’t the one hugging the toilet,” Sam clicked softly.
“Mr. Jangles,” Kate protested.
“I’ll send someone over to collect him and his stuff,” Sam answered.
“That settles it then. I’ll see you on Monday,” Jenner said excitedly.
“Bye, Jenner. Have fun,” Sam said.
Kate managed a slight wave. After several minutes, her heart slowed to a normal beat. Sam helped her stand and then put his arm around her waist even though she told him she was perfectly capable of walking out on her own.
“I’m not helping you,” Sam denied. “I’m preventing you from trying any more time trials across the club. Your speed was impressive, but the form was all wrong. One should never make the final dash to victory with a green hue.”
“There won’t be any more running tonight,” Kate said.
“That’s comforting to know,” Sam said with a diabolical grin, “although you might reconsider once I’m through with you.”
By the time they reached Sam’s car, Kate’s mind had retreated to her happy place, which was filled with spring flowers and tropical beaches with crystal-clear water. It always seemed such a shame she could not travel there without a medicinal passport. As he was driving, Kate became aware of the changes in Sam, subtle at first but he became increasingly more agitated. It was if she were watching from an outsider’s perspective, almost like seeing a movie playing with two actors that looked eerily familiar.
It hadn’t been a good week. He really had no business going out dressed like this. It was like giving a bad-tempered drunk a loaded shotgun and saying have fun with that. And it was just plain dumb luck they happened to go to the same club where Kate was hanging with her new boyfriend. So far, the only highlight of the last few days was seeing her head buried in the toilet. He did receive a certain cruel pleasure watching her puke her guts out. Now that there was
no immediate threat of her heart exploding, his raging fury resurfaced. Barely able to restrain himself, he knew he had to get out of this costume, get in a calmer state of mind, and then he could properly rip into her.
He started by chomping on his fake fingernails and then spit them out like sunflower seeds. Next, he tore the platinum-blond wig off his head and tossed it carelessly to the back seat.
As he was impatiently running his fingers through his raven locks, Kate dared to say, “Wow, you’re really angry.”
“Angry isn’t the right the word for it,” Sam gritted through his teeth and then ripped his see-through, sequined shirt over his head. Next, the black lace bra went flying in her general direction. Kate caught it in her hand. When she looked out her window, she saw the driver in next lane over gawking at them.
“All night long, I’ve been stuck in some goddamn, teen-angst riddled, punk-rock opera where the theme some is titled, ‘Watching My Girlfriend Make Out With Another Guy.’ No, Kate, I’m furious. Open the glove compartment and get me a towelette,” Sam demanded.
Then she dared to laugh. Through fits of giggles, she said, “I’m sorry, but it’s very hard to take your fury seriously when you mention the word towelette. Besides, I wasn’t making out with anyone.”
“You kissed him,” Sam gritted heatedly as he reached over and opened the glove compartment himself.
“Watch the road,” Kate laughed as he started to weave dangerously towards the centerline. “I’ll get it,” she said and handed over the package of pre-moistened facial wipes.
Sam took them from her and started scrubbing the makeup off his face.
“You missed a spot,” Kate offered innocently.
Sam snarled in response.
“Yes, I did kiss him, but it was a single peek on the cheek. Do you want to know why I did it?”
“No.”
“I’ll tell you anyway. It was because he said I was prettier than Hannah and that baby you brought to the club,” Kate said indignantly.
“Was there ever a doubt?” he questioned. “And then you danced, or whatever the hell you call it, with him.”
“That was because you said I was slut,” Kate retorted calmly.
“You were acting like a slut.”
“You were the one fawning all over Francesca,” Kate accused.
“Who?”
“The baby girl,” Kate answered.
“I just met her tonight,” Sam denied. “She is Hannah’s pet.”
Kate grimaced with revulsion. Arguing with her boyfriend, who seemed determined to strip down naked while driving down the freeway, hadn’t been able to steal her soft, mellow mood, but the mention of Hannah with one of her pet’s threatened to. “That’s so disgusting. Why do you call them that? They’re not animals.”
“After a few months of Hannah’s tender, loving care, they don’t resemble any people I’ve ever known, but I don’t want to discuss her now. Right now, the best thing for you to do is to shut your fucking mouth because nothing you have to say will make me feel any better.”
When Kate started to gasp at his bluntness, Sam smirked, “What? You don’t appreciate my humor anymore?”
“How am I supposed to answer with my mouth shut,” she hissed. “What’s the plan here? I know the staff at your condo building has grown accustomed to your antics, but don’t you think they might have something to say if you walk through the lobby bare-ass naked?”
“I’ve got a change of clothes in the back,” Sam said with unnatural quiet. “As for the plan, I’m doing this so later tonight when I’m fucking you, you’ll know which man it is.”
Chapter 12
“This is for not calling all week,” Sam growled as he thrust deeply inside her.
Kate’s back was plastered to the wet tile. Her legs were wrapped around Sam’s waist. The shower rained warm water down upon them. To answer, Kate wiggled her hips. She tried to reach for his lips, but Sam held back.
He withdrew his heavy erection, “This is for driving me insane with that idiot,” he explained heatedly as he slammed deep into her body again.
Kate gasped with delight. If this was idea of punishment, Kate might strongly consider phoning up Jenner and asking if Tyler had any more single friends. He surged into her body like the eye wall of a hurricane, battering her senses, sending her essence to the four winds, until all she could do was cling helplessly to him and ride out the storm.
After several moments, Sam slowed his dizzying rhythm. He stepped back and released her legs. Kate fell limp against her hard, lean muscles. “Turn around,” he gently demanded. “I want to fuck you this way.”
Sam’s lips descended upon her shoulder. They slowly worked their magic across her skin. When he reached the point below her neck, he smiled against her skin as his hands reached around her front and palmed her breasts. “I didn’t think you would let me touch you that night,” he whispered quietly against her skin.
“You didn’t?”
“I certainly hoped for it, even prayed for it a time or two, but no, I didn’t ever really believe it would it happen.”
“Why not?” Kate gasped as she arched against him.
“Because you’re so beautiful…so gorgeous…and because I wanted it too badly,” Sam kissed against her skin.
His hand meandered south until his fingers combed sweetly between her legs. “Your poor pussy,” he murmured as he nipped her earlobe. “Did I fuck you too hard?”
“Would you feel guilty if you had?”
“No. Couldn’t have been too rough; you’re still wet,” Sam said as his finger pushed inside her. “I’m still deciding whether or not to let you come. I know you need to.”
“Yes,” Kate groaned.
Sam pulled his hand away cruelly and softly clicked his tongue, “Not yet. You were a slut tonight, and I am not done punishing you.”
“Damn it, Sam, don’t play games now.”
“Who says I’m playing?” Sam chuckled. “Is this what you want?” he asked as his engorged erection replaced his fingers.
Kate leaned down and grasped the faucet. The delicious slide and pull against her inner muscles was torturous. She tried to rock her hips back to meet his thrust, but Sam held her in place. It was maddeningly frustrating to be so close but denied the sweet moment of completion. She could do nothing but surrender to his every whim. Just as the momentum was beginning to build to one final pulse, Sam withdrew until only his head rested inside her.
“Please,” Kate moaned.
“Please you?” Sam mocked. “It would be so easy, only a single touch and you would be over the moon. Now, imagine living this way for six months. Denied the very thing you need the most.”
His fingers trailed up her spine until he gathered her wet locks of hair in one hand and then pulled her back up towards him.
“Sam, I don’t like this game,” Kate protested.
“I didn’t like seeing you kiss another man,” Sam retorted. “If you’re going to behave like a slut, then you are going to be fucked like one.”
He moved Kate towards the front of the shower, placed her hands on the tile, and held them in place with his own. “Do you like this game?” he asked as he bit her shoulder and thrust deeply inside.
Kate let out a breathless yelp. She couldn’t answer because she didn’t know. It was as terrifying as it was exciting. In all the times they had made love, Sam had been many things—bold, adventurous, loving, and sweet, but he had never behaved like this—so domineering, so feral. This was a whole new side of him. In the car, she had teased and doubted his anger, but there was no denying it now. He was furious and was determined that she felt every single fiber of his wrath. Good lord, why hadn’t she listened to Jenner about jealously?
Sam stilled for a moment, still fully embedded inside her. “Did you know that it was nearly a month before you kissed me? Twenty-seven days to be exact. And I remember that because every one of those nights, I laid awake, barely able to sleep. All I could think about was h
ow much I wanted you.”
“Sam, don’t,” Kate pleaded.
He continued on, either ignoring her or, in his heat, unable to hear her, “When did you start fucking him?”
“I haven’t,” Kate cried. “I’m here with you.”
Sam let out a ragged breath. He pulled away and spun her around to face him. He leaned down until his forehead rested against hers. With her face in his hands, he whispered against her lips, “Don’t ever walk out on me again. Promise me, Kate.”
Now, she understood the source of his fury. He was jealous of Eric, but it was more than that. Sam hadn’t forgiven her for leaving him. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you. I promise I won’t ever walk out again,” Kate whispered and took his tongue into her mouth.
Sam held back for a moment before relenting. He pulled her leg high on his waist. He slipped inside, moving his tongue and cock in and out in a slow rhythm. His hand moved between their bodies and his thumb brushed against her clitoris. Just as he predicted, she shattered against him, milking him dry.
Later after they were dry and snuggled together in bed, Kate was overcome by an amorous impulse. Although not unwilling, Sam politely suggested that they should wait until the morning as he had just fucked her roughly in the shower. But when Kate disappeared under the sheets and had his cock halfway down her throat, all protests ceased. Hearing his quiet moan, Kate grew bolder. She couldn’t get enough of him and wanted to swallow him whole. As she sucked his cock, she rubbed her pussy against his side.
Sam reached over and pushed his fingers inside her. “You’re so fucking wet, you’re soaked,” he groaned. “Come here,” he demanded harshly.
Kate readily complied. She straddled his waist and settled down on his heavy erection. It filled her ache, but she still wanted more. She wanted to feel him everywhere, filling her every way possible. As she rode him fast and furious, Kate took his hand and placed it low against her ass.
Sam instinctively knew what she craved. He spread her cheeks and his fingers brushed against her anus. “Do you want me to touch you here?”
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