“We will if you stop talking and get on with the loving,” he moaned as her soft breast jiggled against his front—she did the wiggle thing on purpose, and he loved it.
“I agree, so put up or shut up, lover boy,” she sassed.
“That sound like a challenge to me,” he grinned.
“Take it as you please.”
Adam lifted her off her feet and stepped out of the shower stall. He then sat her on top of the bathroom vanity—they were both soaking wet from the shower.
“This way we don’t drown and we both can still have our shower afterward,” Adam murmured, stretching her legs wide, aligning himself with her and sinking into her.
“Ah,” she cooed. “You enjoy having me open to you, don’t you?”
“Oh, hell yeah!” he growled, pulling out of her and surging back in, causing her bottom to slide back against the sink. “Hold on tight darlin’.”
“You’re going to kill me,” she moaned, meeting his trust.
“No, I’m not. You enjoy every minute of it,” he breathed, pushing in and out of her with fury. Adam bit down and nipped her exposed neck.
“Dammit, Adam! You better not leave a mark on me, else the family will know what we’ve been doing,” Samantha complained.
Adam ignored her and nipped at the other side of her neck—nipping his way down to her breast and took its pebbled peak into his mouth before bringing the whole breast into his mouth.
“Oh, my! That feels soo good,” she moaned.
Adam felt the sting of her nails against his back as she released the counter and dug her nails into him. He trailed his tongue across her lips and back to her neck then bit down softly.
“Uh!” she cried, pumping her hips in tune with his.
“That’s it, baby, ride with me,” he groaned out, grasping her hips with his hands, holding her so that he could push further into her.
“I’m coming, Adam!” she cried, biting down on her lower lip.
“That’s the idea, darling,” he groaned out.
“Oh, God, right there!” she grunted.
Adam felt the exact moment of her release—she vibrated against, threw her head back and yelled.
“Yesss!” she screamed.
“Oh my Damn!” he growled, slamming into her one last time before spilling himself into her.
Their breathing was heavy, as he released her hips and relaxed against her.
“Time to get that shower,” he breathed against her neck.
“Oh yeah,” she chuckled. “I know you’ve left marks on me.”
“Nah, I don’t think so,” he lied. He’d known perfectly well what he was doing—claiming his woman just in case anyone had any other ideas. Adam carefully pulled out of her. “Let’s clean up so we can eat and get back to the hospital.”
Adam helped her off of the vanity and into the shower. They slowly lathered one another—washing the remnants of their lovemaking from their bodies. Stepping out of the shower he carefully dried her off, noticing each mark on her neck and breast where he’d nipped her with his teeth. She’s going to kill me; he smiled inwardly.
“If you’re finish smirking, I’ll get dressed now,” she said sarcastically.
“What?” he asked shamelessly.
“Don’t play the innocent with me, Westbrook. You know perfectly well, what!”
“Get dressed suga,’ I’ll be out as soon as possible. I need to shave. Give me about ten minutes and we can order in,” he said, placing a kiss on her lips.
“Okay,” she said, kissing him back.
True to his word, Adam quickly finished shaving and brushing his teeth, e going back into the room and got dressed.
They ordered a carafe of coffee and tea, along with fruit, muffins, bagels, eggs, bacon and sausages. There was a lot of food, and they eat their way through most of it.
“So, how do you think Princess will feel with me in her life?” Adam asked.
“What do you mean, you’ve always been in her life?” Samantha frowned.
“Yes, as Uncle Adam. I want more, Samantha. I want all of you, forever,” he said, matter-of-factly.
“Forever?”
“Yes. I want to marry you and adopt, Kayla.”
“Marry—adopt, Adam, what are you going on about?” she asked.
“Just before we flew here I told you that I was in love with you. You never said anything. It’s true. I’m in love with you and want us to be a family: you, me, and Kayla. The question is, how do you feel about me?”
He watched her hesitate before she answered.
“We have a strong physical bond that’s undeniable. I have very strong feelings for you,” she sighed.
“But you don’t love me?” he sighed regrettably.
“I didn’t say that. I love you. I just want to be sure of my feelings. I have more than just me to think of now; I have Kayla and as you very well know I haven’t been making wise decisions.”
“I don’t understand. If you love me then what’s the problem?”
“Yes, I love you but is that enough to get married?”
“Of course it is?” Adam scowled.
“I don’t know Adam. Let’s get through one hurdle at a time. I mean with Kayla being sick, and everything else that’s been going on, I just want to be sure,” she said, getting up from the table. “How will Kayla go from calling you uncle to daddy? That’s confusing.”
“That can be handled and you know it, Samantha. You’re making excuses now. I tell you what; after Kayla is released I’ll fly home. You decided whether you want to be with me or not. The ball is in your court, Samantha,” he said quietly.
“You’re angry with me?” she asked, anxiously.
“Not at all. Suga’ I can’t force you into being with me. You have to decide whether or not you want to be with me. I won’t settle for half of you. I deserve better and so do you,” he said, going to stand in front of her and pulling her into his embrace. “You sort out your feelings and get back to me. No matter what, I will still be here for you and Kayla.”
“Why do you have to leave?”
“Samantha, we both know we can screw the house down. I know my feelings for you are more than physical. I also, know that no matter what your mouth is saying, you’re not sure what you feel for me. Until you do, we can’t go any further with this relationship. We’d only always end up in bed together—like I said, I want more than the physical. I want your heart as well. Come on let’s get back to the hospital before your parents send out a search party for us,” he smiled trying to lighten the mood.
“I’ll fly back to North Carolina once Kayla’s released,” she murmured, wrapping her arms around his waist.
“It will all work out,” he said.
“Um-hm,” she mumbled.
“Come on. I booked the room for two days just in case. If Kayla’s released today, you can either come back here or go to your parents. I’ll be staying here and leaving out either tonight or in the morning for Atlanta.”
“Oh, okay,” she said skeptically.
“I’ll call you, but right now we have to get moving. Ready?”
“Yes, I guess,” she responded.
Two hours after they’d left the hospital they returned to a jubilant Kayla.
“Mommy!” Kayla cried excitedly.
“Hey, baby!” Samantha rushed over to hug Kayla. “How’s mommy’s love-bug doing?”
“I good. I wanna go home,” Kayla cried.
“We’ll see what the doctor says. Have to make sure you’re all better.”
“Unca Adam!” Kayla smiled, lifting her little arms for Adam to pick her up.
“Hey, there Princess! Feeling better I see,” he smiled down at her sparkling gray eyes.
“Uh-huh. I go home now.”
“Let mommy check with the doctor first. Okay?”
“K,” she smiled and laid her head on his chest. Adam hugged her close. He could feel the eyes on his back. The tension in the room was thick. No doubt they’d hav
e questions. He and Samantha had left happy but came back with the atmosphere around them strained. Adam closed his eyes and inhaled her baby scent.
Chapter Twenty
Samantha was back at her parents’ home packing Kayla’s bag so that they could return home. After a two-day stay in the hospital, Kayla was released with the promise that Samantha would follow-up with her pediatrician within the next day or so. Samantha booked an early morning flight. Adam had flown out that first night after they’d returned to the hospital. Samantha hadn’t bothered going back to the hotel that night—she’d opted to stay at the hospital with Kayla. Adam had transferred her luggage from the hotel to her parents’ car before leaving out.
There was a soft knock on the door. Samantha turned in the direction of the door before answering. “Come in,” she called, folding up some of Kayla’s clothes and depositing them in her open luggage. She watched as her mother entered the room—a frown furrowing her brows. Oh goodness, this must be serious, she thought to herself.
“Mommy, what’s wrong?” Samantha asked.
“That’s what I want to know young lady,” her mother said.
“What do you mean?” Samantha asked innocently.
“Don’t play that with me, Samantha,” her mother snickered. “What happened yesterday between you and Adam?”
“I seriously don’t know what you’re talking about, Mommy,” Samantha said.
“Sit down young lady,” her mother demanded.
Samantha sat down on the edge of the bed without protest—her mother sat next to her.
“I don’t know who you think you’re fooling, but it’s not me. I must admit that I didn’t see this thing with you and Adam coming;. However, you can’t sit there and tell me that there isn’t something going on between you two—or were going on with you all. That would be a flat out lie and you and I both know it. So what happened?”
Samantha sighed—put her face and her hands, and then sighed again.
“Where do I start?” Samantha mumbled.
“At the beginning. Or, wherever, you wish to. Just start somewhere.”
“Adam asked me to marry him yesterday,” she rushed out. “Or at least I think he did.”
“Oh…uh…Oh. So is that a bad thing? And, what do you mean ‘you think’? You don’t know if the man proposed to your or not?”
“He did. He said that he wanted us to be a family, and he wants to adopt Kayla as his,” she sighed.
“Why is that a bad thing? You can’t tell me you don’t have feelings for the man. Heck, you all went away together, and from all those marks on you, I’d say you two did more than talk. Unless, it wasn’t good,” she said pointedly. “Wasn’t it?”
“Mommy!” Samantha screeched, her hands immediately going to her throat.
“Child, please! I don’t know why you young people think you invented sex. Your father and I enjoy a very healthy sex life.”
“Eww, Mommy, that visual is too much!” Samantha grimaced. This was not a conversation she wanted to have with her mother. Just the thought, well, no I don’t even want to think it, she thought to herself.
“Oh please. Well, was it good?”
“I refuse to answer that question, Mommy,” Samantha scowled at her mother.
“Or is it that you’re in love with Kayla’s father?”
“No, not at all. That’s one of the problems.”
“That you’re not in love with Kayla’s father?”
“No, the fact that I thought I was and look where it got me.”
“Yes, a beautiful little girl.”
“Yes,” Samantha smiled. “She’s unique and a blessing. I love her so much.”
“Does her biological father know about her?”
“He does now. Trust me he doesn’t appreciate my precious baby.”
“His loss. Believe me, sweetie, it takes more than sperm to make a man a father. Now, I don’t know how you feel about Adam, but Kayla adores him, and he loves her. When I look back, he’s been there from the beginning. You can’t find many like him. A man loves you enough to take care of you and another man’s child. Oh, you have the one’s who will sleep with anything in a skirt. Love is a noun until you put some action into it. Baby, it’s not what you say it’s what you do. The question you need to be asking yourself, is: is he backing up his words with his actions?”
Samantha was quiet for a moment—thinking of what her mother was saying to her. She knew that her mother was correct.
“I know all of this. I just want to be sure of what I’m doing. This thing with Adam and me is new—a whirlwind type of stuff for me—us being a couple. Not only that, I don’t want it to be confusing for Kayla. Going from uncle to daddy is weird. Not to mention the fact that my sister is married to his brother—in retrospect he’s both. I mean…yeah…I don’t know. I have a lot of thinking to do,” Samantha murmured.
“Fair enough. Just don’t string that man along if you have no intentions of being with him. It wouldn’t be fair to him or Kayla.”
“Oh, he’s made it abundantly clear. He says the next move is mine. We will see. Now, I have to finish packing Kayla’s bag. We have an early morning flight.”
“Aw, I hate for her to go. We were having a good time,” her mother pouted.
“She’ll be back Mommy,” Samantha smiled. “I just need to get her to her pediatrician and see what she says. She was supposed to start daycare soon. I think I’ll hold off on that for a little while. It’s not like I have an office job. I work from home. I don’t want her around a lot of different children until her immune systems is back to normal.”
“That’s reasonable. Children tend to catch everything from one another. Different environments. Okay, I’ll let you get back to packing. I’m going to see what J.D. and Kayla are doing,” her mother said, getting up from the bed.
“Okay, I’ll be out in a minute,” Samantha said.
“Take your time dear,” her mother said, and left the room, closing the door after her.
Samantha sat for a minute before taking out her cell phone and looking at it. Adam hadn’t called. She wrestled with whether or not she should call him. Samantha laid the phone down on the bed and looked at it before picking it up again.
No harm in calling to see if he’d made it in all right, she thought before quickly dialing Adam’s cell. The phone rang and rang. Samantha was about to hang up when she heard the sweet sound of his southern drawl come through the receiver.
“Hello.”
“Adam, it’s Samantha,” she said nervously.
“I know who you are suga’.” She could hear his chuckle on the other end of the phone.
“Oh. I was calling to see if you’d made it home in one piece,” she lied.
“Yes, ma’am, I did,” he responded and was quiet.
Okayy, she thought. Now, what?
“I left you a voicemail letting you know that I was home,” she heard him say.
“I’m sorry, I haven’t checked my voicemails yet.”
“No need to apologize. How’s Princess doing?”
“She’s doing great. She’s out back with my father and mother.”
“Is it a good idea for her to be outside?”
“Yes, she’s fine. Daddy’s grilling her some hot dogs,” Samantha chuckled.
“Her favorite food. What did the doctor say?”
“The doctor said she was good. He wants me to follow-up with her pediatrician right away.”
“Sounds good.”
“Yes. Well, I was just calling to make sure you made it home safely. I’ll let you get back to whatever it is you are doing.”
“Thank you. Call me when you and Princess get home. Who’s picking you up from the airport?”
“Shane.”
“Okay. I’ll talk to you tomorrow sometime.”
“Okay. Bye Adam,” she said.
“Samantha?” she heard him call.
“Yes.”
“Love you,” he said and disconnected the call.
Samantha smiled to herself and put her phone on the bed next to Kayla luggage.
*
“Yo, Mr. A, what’s up? You playing or what?” Adam was disrupted from his musings by D’Andre, one of the youth at the community center. He’d missed their last game because of his spur-of-the-moment trip with Samantha. He’d made it up by coming out today. They played basketball at least once a week, and sometimes twice if Adam wasn’t busy. Today they were playing at one of the neighborhood parks.
“I’m coming.”
“Mr. A must have woman problems. He’s been distracted the last few times he’s been out with us,” Luke mocked.
“Let’s play ball gentlemen,” Adam stated.
“Yeah, leave Mr. A’s love life alone. Don’t pay any attention to them Mr. A, they trying to distract you from this whooping we are getting ready to put on ’em,” Jared said.
“In your dreams, bro,” D’Andre laughed.
“Hey, y’all want to play a game of pickup? Us against y’all,” Adam turned to see a group of teenagers—ages ranged from about seventeen to nineteen, would be his best guess. They also looked like trouble.
“Nah, we good,” D’Andre responded.
“What y’all scared?” The big one with the northern accent said. Adam knew he wasn’t from the South because of the accent—maybe New York or somewhere close.
“Of y’all,” D’Andre scoffed. “Please.”
“Let’s play then.”
“Mr. A, what say you?” D’Andre asked.
Adam looked from the new group teens to his team and back again. This was not going to end well. He’d worked hard at trying to keep these guys out of trouble. All of his men could play ball. Hell, that’s most all they did. D’Andre was being scouted by several schools, as were Jared and Luke. However, D’Andre had a temper just as big as his game when pushed. Before Adam knew what was happening, D’Andre was throwing the ball to the big, loud guy.
“D’Andre?” Adam cautioned.
“It’s cool Mr. A. Let’s play ball.”
“Keep your cool. All of you,” Adam advised his team.
“We got this Mr. A,” Jared said.
A few minutes into the game and Adam had already prevented several altercations. These guys were playing dirty. Fouling D’Andre and Jared all kinds of ways. Adam knew the guys were upset because his guys were beating the snot out of them. Next thing he knew, the loud mouth had tripped Luke up—Luke landed on his back, and that was it.
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