“Okay, Domino’s, show me what you got,” I goaded, knowing no matter what happened, this amazing trip was only going to get better.
Sam
“Okay, Domino’s, show me what you got.” Fuck I loved how she busted my balls.
I was a sick, sick bastard.
With both her wrists above her head in one of my hands, I let the other roam down the lines and angles of her body. “Do you have any idea what I wanna do to you?” I teased both of us. The ideas that had been swimming in my head the last couple of days were almost too much to bear.
“Tell me,” she brazenly ordered, and I smiled, pressing my mouth against her neck, moving closer to her ear.
“My girl like it dirty?” I asked with a grin and watched as she nodded.
“Yes,” she hissed.
“Everything,” my voice rasped deeply, my body aching for her. “Moment I saw you, I wanted you, Macie. Add in the time in the truck. Being so damn close to you but not being allowed to touch.” I shook my head, my nose flaring as I breathed her in. “It was driving me crazy.”
“Who said you weren’t allowed to touch?” she goaded, and I had to close my eyes. The girl was going to make me nut myself without taking off my damn pants.
“Fuck,” I cursed. “You gotta be a good girl for me.”
“Being good can be overrated.”
“Being good will get you off,” I countered, my face right in front of hers, and I watched her open hers as a Cheshire grin fall over it. One that promised a good time.
“Being bad will get both of us off,” she shocked the hell out me by responding and slipping her hands out of my hold. They cupped my face, closing the small amount of space, and that kiss…
Jesus Christ, that kiss.
It was like fireworks going off during a hurricane. Intense and chaotic. Mystical and beautiful.
The need fueling through my veins ran as hot as her skin felt against mine. That kiss was the proverbial gun shot that started the race. We were off to a hot and heavy start. Our hands moved quickly. A blur of clothing fell to the ground. Skin bared in the daylight. The moment we were completely nude, I picked her up and dropped her on the bed. She wasn’t even on her elbows when my knees hit the ground and my face was between her thighs.
Her taste, her smell, everything about Macie drove me wild. We were going fast, and I should have slowed it down, but I couldn’t rein it in. “You taste so fucking good.”
“Sam,” she panted. Her hands in my hair tugged hard. The bite of pain feeding the frenzy of lust inside of me. Between my fingers and mouth, I could tell I was getting her close. My cock was beyond aching to get in there, my balls full and tight.
“I need you,” I groaned against her pussy.
“Don’t stop,” she whined, and I licked again. “I’m so close. Please, Sam,” she whined, but I didn’t want her to go off yet. Soon, I’d swallow her honey, but not yet. I wanted to be balls deep inside of her when she did.
I took one last swipe at her sweetness before I got up.
“You’re going to come on my dick,” I announced, and her nose flared. “You like it when I get bossy, Cap?”
“I like your dirty mouth,” she sassed, and I chuckled. “You’re going to get more than my dirty mouth, baby.” Her legs opened wide, the invitation clear, and there wasn’t any going back. Our skin touched, hers soft and silky while my balls drew up tighter. I settled between her thighs and let myself dip the tip of my angry dick at her opening.
“So fucking hot,” I groaned, resting my lips at her temple. With my free hand I stroked my dick against her wet slit. “This is mine. You’re all wet, Macie. Wet for me.”
“Yes!” she hissed.
“I can’t wait,” I groaned, dying to feel her little pussy stretch around my cock.
“Condom,” she reminded me, and I closed my eyes. She was dangerous for me. I was losing my damn mind about to take her ungloved.
“Shit, right.” I quickly took care of it. Grabbing a rubber from my discarded jeans, thankful I had one in my wallet.
“Let me,” she ordered, her voice slightly high, making my dick strained toward her.
Leaning beside her, I watched as she sat up. I took my fill of her naked body. I liked how comfortable she was in her skin around me. Any other thoughts disappeared when her pretty, soft hand grabbed hold of my cock and she stroked me.
Once. Twice. A growl rumbled deep from inside me. Desire-laced eyes met mine as she ripped the square packet and slid the condom over my shaft, then I lost sight of her. My eyes closed, my body paying close attention to the sensation. She stroked me. Tight and slow.
“Enough,” I clipped, pulling away, and we quickly returned to me on top of her. This time when the tip of my dick pressed against her entrance, I didn’t stop.
I thrust completely inside, her dewy wetness allowing me in, and a gasp had me holding my body still.
“Macie?”
“Just. One moment. You’re so big.”
“Shit, baby, don’t say that.”
“You are. You have to know that. You feel so good.” She moved, squirming a little, letting my cock slide in and out, and even though I was on top of her, she was the one fucking my dick, the sight the most erotic thing I’d witnessed in my life.
“Oh yes. Oh my… Sam, you feel so good.”
“It’s gonna get better,” I growled, pulling back and rolling her over. She quickly got in position. I settled between her pretty thighs, smacking her delectable ass. “This is mine,” I said and thrust in. Hard. Her back arched, and her cries sounded out in the room.
“Yes!” she cried, and I fucked her as she fucked me back.
We burned bright and fast. Racing to the finish line. Together. Simultaneously. Something I’d never shared with a partner because it felt too intimate. With her it wasn’t enough. The concept of fate and destiny wasn't something I subscribed to, but she made me a believer.
“Once won’t be enough.” The words slipped out in heavy pants, the profoundness of them hitting me hard.
I waited a second for it to freak me out. But it didn’t. I molded my body against hers and kissed from her shoulders down the line of her back. The act intimate and not at all what I was used to doing. Then I felt it. Her body began to shake, the light laughter washing through the heavy buzzing in my ears.
“Give me five, and we can have a second round,” she said, resting her body on her stomach, my spent cock slipping out of her sex.
She thought I was talking about tonight, and I didn’t correct her because I was an asshole who wasn’t ready to admit that for the first time in my life, I wanted more than fun.
Chapter Four
Macie
I COULD FEEL the sunshine on my face, but I wasn’t prepared to face a new day. I shifted and felt the sore muscles throughout my body. Sam had been incredible. After he’d discarded the condom, he’d quickly returned to bed as I was about to get up and get dressed when he made me lie with him. My head on his chest, his strong heart beating calmly, we had held hands and talked. Hands started to roam, and all too quickly, we had gone again. And again.
He was insatiable, and I didn’t complain. Especially when I lost count of how many orgasms he’d given me. At the end, we had to get creative because he was out of condoms. It was a little after ten when we ordered pizza from a local shop that thankfully delivered. Naked pizza time had been the best.
Sam Santino was hilarious and down to earth and dangerous for my heart. I kept having to remind myself we were just hooking up for the remainder of the trip.
We didn’t have a future.
No matter how much I wished we did.
“Macie.” His deep voice sounded against the back of my neck, and I was suddenly very aware of his body behind me.
His fully-dressed body.
“Morning,” I whispered, opening my eyes but not looking in his direction. His arms wrapped around me, his body solid behind me.
“We have thirty minutes before
we gotta go,” he shared, and I swallowed hard. It seemed he had decided there would be no more naked fun, not in this room at least.
“Okay,” I said softly. He was dressed and waking me up so we could get on the road. He hadn’t bothered to wake me up before, in a way reiterating we were just a hookup. The cuddling and playfulness from the night before an obvious mistake.
“I’m gonna go grab us some food,” he shared, his hand leaving my waist and squeezing my shoulder before completely letting go. If we hooked up again, I had to remind myself we couldn’t do those things. It was too easy to blur the lines.
“Sounds good.” I tried to sound as cheerful as possible.
“Okay…” The mattress rose as he got out of bed, but he paused. No footsteps, and I knew he was looking at me. I wanted to turn and ask what the hell was going on, but I was too much of a chicken shit. I didn’t want to come off as clingy. “Macie?”
“Yeah?” I croaked, clearing my throat.
“Nothing.”
“Okay.” I willed myself to turn and look at him, forcing a smile. Talk about awkward. “I’ll get ready and packed quickly.”
“See you at the truck.” He wasn’t even going to come back to the room. I sat up, bringing the sheet up to cover my naked body, and avoided eye contact with him as he walked around the bed and left.
Sam
I was an idiot.
A complete fucking moron.
I’d woken up with Macie in my arms and a fucking hard-on that could have pounded nails. I’d kissed her shoulder, and she had smiled in her sleep, burrowing into me, her sweet ass bumping against me, my dick begging for another round, and I was about to when I remembered her words.
Fuck buddies.
The label left a bad taste in my mouth. I had no one to blame but myself when I had tried to set the boundaries and expectations. Confused and restless, I’d decided the best choice would be to hit the small hotel gym until I’d exhausted myself. Unfortunately, the second I stepped in, the sight of her was like a magnetic pull. She was a temptation I’d never expected. Growing up to fend for yourself, without being able to count on anyone, not even those responsible for raising you, did shit to a person. The indifference you felt grew and festered and stumped you emotionally. In the Marines I’d learned what brotherhood and family were about. But when it came to women, I’d never done anything close to commitment. I was a good time. A memory I made sure they would look back on with a smile.
But Macie was different.
And I had a feeling I’d all but fucked it up.
I’d fought the urge to get back into bed with her and hopped in the shower. I hated washing her off my body, my dick getting hard as I played the night before through my mind, over and over again. I got out and dressed in the bathroom, and when I stepped out, the line of her naked back, the dimples on her lower back, had me forgetting about why I shouldn’t.
I hadn’t been able to resist.
I tucked my body into hers, smelling her skin and hair. The scent comforting and enticing. But before I could kiss her skin, I felt her wake. I knew the moment she felt the difference between her nudity and my absence of it. My defensive mechanism kicked in, fully expecting her to drill me and find out why I’d gotten ready for the day while throwing a hissy fit like most women had before. But she didn’t.
Macie took me as I was.
A fucked-up idiot who had messed up the possibility of morning sex. Hell, for all I knew, she wouldn’t want me touching her anytime soon. Or ever. And that fucking sucked. In a rush to get some distance between us before I did something stupid like spill my guts over everything I was feeling, I suggested she get ready while I pick up breakfast, and she didn’t look at me. She simply agreed, and despite being right next to her, it was like the Sahara stood between us. When she finally turned her eyes to me, I felt like scum. The smile was fake, her gaze guarded. I’d done that.
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I had royally fucked up.
Four hours on the road, one hundred and ninety-eight miles, and she’d said twelve words to me.
Yes. I had counted.
“Want to stop for lunch?” I asked, quickly clearing my throat, but she just shook her head. Her eyes gazing out the window. The road dashing by. I sighed.
I didn’t know what to do.
“Macie…” I started to say, trying to figure out a way to explain my stupidity.
“Don’t,” she bit, turning her head toward me. “You were clear. While we are on the road, we can save money on an extra room and hook up. You made it clear not to expect anything else.” My stomach clenched. God, I sounded like an asshole. Even then, I was about to step in it further.
“So, why are you mad at me?”
“I’m not mad at you,” she clipped and turned forward, her eyes no longer on me, and I wished I could pull over, grab her, and have this conversation with her on my lap. What the hell is your problem, Santino?
“Could have fooled me,” I muttered under my breath.
“If you have to know, I’m mad at myself. I didn’t know it was last night only. I was under the impression it would be for the entire road trip.”
“Who said it was last night only?” I glanced in her direction, my brows bunched together.
“You did.”
“I did?” I scoffed.
“Sam, you made it very clear you were done with me this morning,” she huffed with a humorless chuckle and shake to her pretty head.
“What the hell?”
“Oh, please.” I could practically hear her rolling her eyes, and I breathed in.
“What?”
“Offended much because I’m being honest?”
“Honest?” I bit, getting heated while getting off her fire and bite. “How are you—”
“You were dressed.”
“I was.”
“And you didn’t want anything to do with me,” she complained, and I knew I shouldn’t think she was cute while getting mad at myself, but I did. Not that she noticed as she kept on with her rant. “I know a cold front when I see one, Sam. You did nothing but give me the cold shoulder once I woke up. Which, hey, cool, but don’t play stupid games.”
“You’re just pissed because you’re dying for a chance to gag on it.” I was an asshole and hated I'd said the words the moment they’d come out, but there was no taking them back.
“Fuck you.” Her face was flushed and mad.
“Fuck me?” I’d had enough.
Without thought or a clue as to what the hell I was doing, I set my blinker and pulled over to the shoulder. The entire time completely forgetting Brandon and Nina were in front of us.
“What are you doing?” she squealed with wide eyes.
“Shut it,” I clipped, setting the van in park. Double checking it was clear, I got out of my side, went to the passenger side, and opened the door wide, her eyes right on mine.
“I don’t know what you think you’re doing!” she yelled, but I didn’t care. I closed the space between us. “Sam—” But I wasn’t going to let her say another fucking word.
I kissed her.
Like a fucking lunatic, I rushed in, my hands grabbing the sides of her face, and crushed my lips to hers. She stilled for a mere second before she kissed me back. With urgency and need. The world melted away. At that moment, we weren’t pulled to the side of the road on a highway in the middle of God only knew what state with cars and trucks flying past us.
We just were.
The kiss grew punishing and angry. Passionate and heated. The two of us speaking a language only the two of us seemed to be fluent in. The kiss purging out our frustrations. And damn it to hell, it was fucking perfect. She was fucking perfect. Mine. The need to claim her and the realization of it had me pulling away, breaking the moment.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled against her lips, our breathing ragged. “Last night was fucking incredible.” Jesus Christ, who the hell am I? “And I didn’t know how to do the morning thing,” I confessed like so
me kind of girl. I didn’t do this. I didn’t talk feelings, but there I was with her because I knew she needed to hear it.
“Because we ran out of condoms?” she adorably asked, and I laughed. If it only were that simple. My forehead pressed against hers, I shook my head. “No, because… because you make me want more.” Shut up, Santino! Red flags were waving back and forth, but I couldn’t get myself to pay attention to them.
“More.”
“So much more and—"
“Hey, you guys okay?” Brandon’s voice called, and I looked over. He must have passed us and stopped on the shoulder and reversed toward us. Now standing by Nina’s car.
“We okay?” I asked her, my attention completely on her. She looked at me through her lashes and licked her lips. Knowing she could taste me made a surge of primal need wash over my body. What the hell is wrong with me? But before I could say something like ‘You. Mine,’ she nodded with a small smile on her face.
“We’re okay,” she said softly, her hands on my chest moving to stroke my jaw. The caress making it impossible for me to help myself, I kissed her one more time. I pulled away and kissed the tip of her nose and shut her door.
“We’re good!” I waved at Bran, and he looked at me like he didn’t know if he wanted to hit me upside the head or high-five me. Which I completely understood. I didn’t know which I wanted to do to myself either.
I settled in and pulled back onto the road.
This time, her hand was in mine and the silence wasn’t so deafening.
Chapter Five
Macie
“VEGAS?” I REPEATED, wondering what the hell Nina had smoked.
“Yeah, why not?” Nina asked, the hope in her eyes too bright to extinguish. “We could spend a day or two.” Oh lord.
“A day or two?” I repeated, wondering what alien had invaded my best friend’s body.
“And it would be during the week, so the hotel would be close to nothing.”
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