by Lena Bourne
“I want you to fuck me now,” I croak, get another frenzy of kisses, licks and bites in response, which have me gasping and whimpering, the room spinning around me.
But then he’s kneeling on the bed with me, holding my legs as wide as they’ll go, my pussy spread open, his for the taking. His cock is rock hard, pulsing against my clit as he looks deep into my eyes, smirking.
“You really are a bad girl, aren’t you?”
I smile coyly. “How can it be bad when it feels so good?”
I even bat my eyelashes and bite my bottom lip as I say it like any good girl would.
“But you’re only mine?” he says, still just teasing my clit with the head of his cock. I don’t even have to think, as my “Yes!” just rolls from my mouth, from my soul.
The word’s not even finished echoing before it’s drowned out in my long, whimpering moan as his cock enters my wet, willing pussy. I grab his arms as he starts thrusting into me, his powerful hips driving his cock so deep into me I can feel it in my chest, next to my heart.
I’m screaming, my nails digging into his forearms, breaking against muscle, his cock hitting that special, sensitive spot deep inside me on every thrust. I want us to climax together, but I can’t hold back any longer. So I let go, let the gates open, let the floods of ecstasy wash over me, drown me in pleasure his perfect cock is giving me. The room liquefies before my eyes, all the colors blending together, until nothing but this pleasure he’s giving me makes sense, until my whole body just feels like water, floating endlessly, timelessly, stretching wide across the whole world, the entire universe. And then even that awareness fades.
But not for long. Because this reunion of ours is only just getting started.
I wake up in his arms, the sky outside awash in orange and grey. Sunset in downtown LA always looked like some industrial nightmare to me, but tonight it’s the most gorgeous sight I’ve ever laid eyes on. Brett’s already awake, looking down at me.
“How about that room service now?” he asks. My stomach growls before I can answer, and I can feel my cheeks flush. Which makes him chuckle, kiss the top of my head. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Please do,” I say and lift up, reach over him for the menu, and fold it out across his stomach.
“I think I’ll do the cheeseburger and fries,” I say skimming the menu. “Or maybe the lasagna. Or the ravioli. No, I can’t decide. You go first.”
I press the menu into his hand, and he chuckles again, his eyes still swallowing me up like I’m the only thing he’s hungry for. It’s a very intense look, filled with love, desire, passion and care, and I never want to be looked at in any other way. I’m almost ready to forget about food for awhile longer.
“I’ll have the burger,” he says, grinning at me, and kind of spoiling the moment, but not really, since he is the moment, so he can’t spoil it.
“Me too,” I say. “And some chocolate cake. With whipped cream.”
“Is that all?” he asks, reaching over to the nightstand and picking up the phone receiver. “OK, just this once, since I’m sure you must be wiped out, but after this you’re going back on your diet.”
“Hey,” I say, smacking his arm in indignation even though his smirk is clearly letting me know he was joking. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he says and kisses me, making the room service lady wait on the line. She hangs up eventually, after she gets tired of saying, “How may I help you?” over and over again.
He calls back once we stop kissing, managing to place the order this time.
It’s almost dark outside, and I know there was something I was supposed to be doing tonight after it got dark, but everything apart from wanting to stay with Brett in this room is a total blur right now.
“Oh, shit,” I gasp, bolting up out of his arms after the quickie we couldn’t resist while waiting for the food.
“What?” he asks, actual concern in his voice.
“Tara and Tommy, they’re coming to my house tonight, at…at..” I grab his wrist and turn it so I can check his watch. “At two and a half hours ago. Tara’s gonna be so mad at me.”
I stumble out of bed, searching for my clothes. Half of the buttons on my dress are gone, so I won’t be able to close it, and I can’t find my bra. He’s still just lying on the bed, grinning at me.
“Get up, we have to go,” I say, finally spotting the strap of my bra under the heap of his jeans beside the bed.
“Relax, Sam,” he says sitting on the edge of the bed and lifting me up into his lap as I bend over to get the bra. “I’m sure they’ll understand if we have dinner first. You waited three weeks for them.”
The easy, effortless way his closeness alone can relax me is astounding. I lean against his chest, wrap my arms around his neck, press my cheek against his, and still we’re not close enough. “You’re right, but I really want to see my sister. I haven’t seen her in over a year.”
He nods, glides his hand down the side of my face like I’m the most fragile and precious thing he’s ever touched. The look in his eyes as he gazes into mine affirms it, until I’m blushing, my stomach cramping, because I don’t know if I’m worth a look like that, and I really wish I could be.
A knock on the door breaks the spell. He nudges me off his lap, gets up, pulls on his jeans and goes to get the food.
“Come on, get dressed,” he says, rolling the food cart into the middle of the room. “We can eat on the way.”
I scramble off the bed, start doing just that, while he takes a large bite of his burger.
“We’re eating on the way, no?” I ask, buttoning up the cardigan over my dress.
“I just thought I’d get a head start.”
All it takes is a look for him to put the burger down and finish getting dressed. But I can’t resist taking a few bites of his food while I wait though. There isn’t much I can resist when I’m with him, and it’s a scary, novel feeling.
All I want is to get lost in this love I never thought was for me, and never look back, only forward, to a future I never gave much thought to, but is all I’m planning now. A wedding and babies and a nice cozy home. Those things were never meant for me. I was always sure of that. But they are. Because the Sam I am with Brett wants them. And she can have them. He can give all that to me, and I want to give it all to him.
“I’m ready, let’s go,” he says, his eyes caressing me, letting me know I’m enough.
“Yes, let’s,” I say and take his hand, standing on my toes and kissing his cheek. “Thank you.”
“For what?” he asks, a soft, confused look in his eyes.
“For loving me despite the fact that I’m a…a…,” I want to say “whore”, but it hurts to even think it right now, and “slut” is not much better.
He shakes his head knowingly, the look in his eyes bemused and a little shocked, but I don’t have time to question it as he leans down and kisses me softly, all lips, no tongue, the touch waking butterflies in my stomach, yet hitting me hard near the heart.
“I wouldn’t want you any other way than exactly the way you are, Samantha,” he says. “Don’t ever forget that.”
And I know he means it. There is no doubt he’s telling the truth anywhere in my mind. And I will never forget this moment. It’s the first day of the rest of my life. My new life, the one I always should’ve led.
“I love you so much, Brett,” I say, wrapping my arms around his waist, and leaning my head against his broad, strong chest.
He holds me tight with one arm, caresses my hair and my back with the other. “I’m pretty sure I love you more.”
“Impossible,” I say and lean back, looking up into his eyes. They’re still locked on me like I’m the only person in the whole world worth seeing, like he doesn’t need food or water or air as long as he has me. And I hope he knows he’s the only one for me too. If not, I’ll just have to show him. Over and over. For years. For decades. Forever. Until death do us part.
Epilogue
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Sam’s spent most of the last few days talking to her sister. Somehow, they never run out of things to talk about. But she was mine every night. So I’m not complaining. Not at all. And I’ve missed hanging out with Tommy. Sitting on the balcony, watching the ocean and drinking is something I’ve been doing alone for a long time before Sam burst into my life. Now I’m doing the same thing, but not alone, and not drowning in self-pity. I’m also not drinking nearly as much as I used to.
“So, you think Ian got Sara to take him back yet?” Tommy asks to the backdrop of Sam and Tara’s voices as they discuss something on the sofa in the living room behind us. “I’m thinking it’s time to give him a call.”
We’ve been talking a lot about his plans to resurrect the MC, and I still don’t see it happening quite as successfully as Tommy does, but I’ve also never known the guy to fail at anything he set his mind to.
“I’d give it another week,” I say, finishing off my beer. “He’s very pissed at you.”
Tommy chuckles wryly. “Him and everyone else. But with Shade getting dragged through the press as a psycho serial killer, I’m hoping they’ll all be more willing to see it my way and join me.”
I haven’t told him about Shade giving Samantha to The Henchman as a special gift when he visited Vegas, since I don’t want to ruin her happiness over seeing her sister again with those memories just yet, but I will soon. I’m sure that info’s gonna help Tommy get the brothers onboard.
“Even if they forgive you, if running guns and drugs is off the table going forward, I’m not so sure they’ll wanna join you,” I say.
“We’re gonna be strictly legit from now on, just like Blade wanted it,” he says. “I was thinking private security, maybe a little light extortion, you know, stuff we’re all really qualified for. And it will probably pay better than running guns.”
“And Tara, she’s fine with this plan of yours?”
He shrugs, looks at her over his shoulder, the expression covering his face caring and soft, completely unlike any I’ve seen there before. But it hardens as he turns back to me. “She’s not thrilled about it, but she knows I won’t do anything she’s not able to live with. And I’m doing it for her…and for…for our future. It’s a bitch having no one to fall back on, and I miss the brothers, I really do. I hope they’ll accept my apology.”
“Yeah, me too,” I say and toss my empty beer bottle in the bin Sam’s set out for that purpose. “What took you so long to come back, anyway?”
He glances at Tara again, but this time his face isn’t as content. “She was pregnant, but in this weird abnormal way. It took forever for them to even figure it out. She could’ve died if they tried to save it, so she lost it,” he concludes, shrugging. “I guess our luck had to run out eventually, right?”
I don’t even know what to say. A year ago, Tommy was completely against ever having kids, now he looks so cut up about losing one. “Bummer. But you can try again, right?”
He nods. “Yeah, yeah, she’s fine now. But it got me thinking, you know. If we have kids, I gotta offer them security. I can’t bring them into a life where we have to look over our shoulder the whole time. I mean, they might be in danger too, if I don’t make it right with the brothers.”
“Well, it’s a fine idea, Tommy, it really is, and I’m behind you one-hundred percent,” I say. “But it won’t be easy.”
He nods slowly. “Getting Ian on board will be the hardest part, I think, but I need him on my side. So I’m gonna start working on it soon. He’s had enough time to woo Sara.”
“I’m going back to Phoenix tomorrow to spend more time with my mom,” I say. “You should come too. He’s probably still there.”
“I was thinking the same thing. Better start on this sooner than later.”
He reaches into the cooler and brings out two fresh bottles of beer, offering me one of them. But I shake my head and get up, looking into the living room where Sam and Tara are laughing over something on the huge white leather sofa. “Nah, I’m good. It’s time for Sam to say goodnight.”
Tommy chuckles. “Watch that. That’s my wife’s sister you’re talking about.”
“Oh, it’s like that now?” I ask, not sure if his reaction pisses me off, or I’m glad that Sam has someone else besides me watching out for her.
He grins, but then his face turns serious. “Yeah, it kinda is.”
“OK, whatever you say, Tommy.” It’s right that he feels that way, totally fitting. But she won’t ever lose me.
Sam’s eyes lock on mine the second I walk into the room. I interrupted something, because they both went quiet, but the shadow of laughter is still clearly visible on Sam’s face. It’s quickly getting replaced by coy desire and anticipation of its fulfillment.
“Ready for bed?” she asks, winking at me. Tara blushes slightly, but Sam doesn’t, her lips and eyes still on the verge of laughter.
“Yeah, I’m ready.” And if her sister wasn’t right there, I’d get things started on the sofa.
The top of her white cotton bra is peeking out from her pink tank top. I love that outfit. It’s virginal and white, exactly what she is not, but it’s such an intoxicating contradiction. I can’t wait to rip it off her.
“I guess it’s goodnight then, Tara. I’m wanted elsewhere,” she says, looking only at me as she stands up and walks around the sofa. Tara purses her lips and shakes her head in bemusement, but it’s all an act. She’s happy for her sister, and it shows all over her face every time she looks at her.
“Well, come on then,” Sam says, extending her hand for me to take. And I do, let her lead me upstairs to the bedroom.
We’re kissing before the bedroom door is even completely closed behind us. I yank her tank top off during the first brief pause. I was right about the cotton bra. She knows I like it when she wears it, because I told her. But she wriggles away before I can rip that off her too, grabbing both my hands and guiding me to the bed, pushing me down onto the mattress. Her touch might be as light as a feather, but it never fails to topple me. I’m completely powerless against this spell she’s cast on me. But I wouldn’t want it any other way. Not now, not ever.
She takes a few steps back, then rewards my patience by slowly sliding her hands down her sides to the waistband of her shorts. Hooking her thumbs behind the elastic, she slowly pushes them down over her hips, her long, shapely thighs and calves, and steps out of them with all the grace of a veteran stripper. Her bra is next, and she hides her breast between her arms once it comes off, not letting me see yet. Her white cotton panties are still firmly in place, and I’m quickly running out of patience. I need her more than I need to breathe. And she knows it. I’m sure she does.
This pretend show of shyness and innocence she’s giving me is a treat, a turn on like I never imagined it would be, and it never fails to send all the blood from my entire body straight to my dick. But only because she’s doing it. The turn on is all in the contrast, because no amount of eyelash batting, pretty dresses, or innocent white underwear will ever make Sam a good girl. But she’s my bad girl, and she’s exactly the woman I always wanted by my side.
THE END
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