by Amiee Louise
I laugh bitterly and down the vodka, relishing the burn as it slides down my throat.
“He showed up at the hospital the next day, no emotion, he just said how sorry he was, but his eyes told me a totally different story. I knew something was off with him, it was as if he wasn’t even affected that our baby had just died.”
Sam’s eyes darken, and he downs his vodka. He pours us both two more.
“What an absolute fucking prick. I’d never have left you, Peyton; I’d have been there for you every single step of the way.”
I sniff and smile at his kind words. He takes my hand reassuringly in his.
“I’m damaged, Sam, he damaged something inside me. I’d have done anything for him. I was so in love with him, I forgave him for so many things, but walking in on him fucking another woman was the final straw. He broke my fucking heart.”
We both lean back on the sofa, and I snuggle into the crook of Sam’s neck as I sob softly. At that moment, I have never felt more vulnerable, and I hope deep down that Sam doesn’t hurt me the way Callum did.
“Hey, shhh, he is not worth your tears, angel. As long as we’re together, I don’t ever want to cause you tears and pain. I want to see you smile every single day. I want to wake up next to you and feel your presence in my heart. I can already see myself settling down with you, growing old with you.”
He smiles and tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. I am comforted by his words and the more time I spend with him, the more I can see us having a future together. He makes me feel alive, like I could take on the world by just looking into his eyes. I get lost in his touch and feel the warmth of his body. Sam makes me feel safe, and nothing can hurt me while he is around. It is a welcome feeling, but every time I think that we could have a future together, something comes along that jeopardises it.
At that moment, I promise myself that I am going to relax around him and just go with the flow. With that thought, he gets up and drags me up with him.
“Come with me, I’ve got a surprise for you. I want to show you something that I think will make you feel better.”
We both run through his apartment like a pair of teenagers in love. I am giddy with excitement as he takes me to the foyer and drags me into the lift. He pushes the button labelled ‘R’, which I assume is for the roof.
“Where are you taking me?”
He looks down at me and interlinks our fingers together. “You’ll see. It will be worth it, I promise.”
He kisses me gently on the lips, and the lift comes to a halt. We step out, and he pushes open a door. I follow him and am shocked at what I see in front of me. He has brought me up to a roof garden; there are plants and bright, exotic flowers everywhere. But what shocks me the most is a large hot tub hidden behind a black partition surrounded by greenery. At the far end of the roof garden are a BBQ area, a hammock, and a modern, wooden, seating area looking out across the city.
“Surprise!”
I bite my lip and clap excitedly. All Sam’s apartment has to offer renders me speechless.
“I wanted to save the best for last, baby. I wanted to show you how much you mean to me.”
I melt at his kindness. “I’m … speechless. It’s beautiful.”
“No woman has ever been up here. Just you, baby. I own the whole building, I occupy the whole second, third, and fourth floor. Cole lives on the first floor, there’s a gym on the fifth floor, Jax lives on the sixth floor, Lucas lives on the seventh, there’s another studio and a few offices.”
I widen my eyes, shocked at the full extent of Sam’s wealth. He doesn’t brag and is very humble about his fame. Sam starts to take off his t-shirt and his jeans.
“Are you coming in, babe?”
I smile shyly and take in Sam’s body, committing it to memory. His body is Adonis-like—he is toned, muscled, and his body is covered in the most amazing, intricate tattoo designs. The colours are vivid, bright, and very fitting for Sam’s personality.
As he steps into the hot tub, I get a view of his arse—tight and to die for. I bite my lip and feel the heat between my legs. I want him so badly; when I am around him, I turn into an insatiable nymphomaniac, and I have never been like that around a man before. It is very refreshing and extremely liberating. It is a welcome feeling from how I felt telling Sam about Callum just minutes ago. He crooks his finger at me.
“Coming in, baby?”
I suddenly feel shy at being naked in front of him.
“Don’t be shy, babe, no one can see. It’s just us. Just you and me, I promise.”
The steam rises as he sits in the hot tub and I start to take my clothes off. I strip off my t-shirt, my shorts, and my tights. I turn my back to unhook my bra and take off my pants giving him a glimpse of my back tattoo of black and grey angel wings covering my whole back. I spin around, walk towards him and step into the hot tub. The water is hot, steaming, and bubbling. Sam slides over and wraps me up in his arms. I grasp his erection under the bubbles as a thank you for bringing me up here to his private hideaway.
“God, Peyton,” he hisses and kisses me deeply on the lips. I move my fist up and down his shaft under the water. He nips my neck with his teeth and moves his hand under the water, sliding his finger into my pussy with ease and slowly moving it in and out.
I moan softly in his ear, “Sam.”
He kisses my collarbone and introduces another finger in my pussy. Moving two fingers in and out, working up a rhythm, and working me up into a sexual frenzy.
“Jesus, I love it when you say my name.”
I kiss him deeply and run my other hand down his hard muscled chest. Feeling his tight abs under my touch.
“That’s it, baby, yes,” he hisses as I carry on stroking his solid erection, the water splashing as my hand moves up and down.
“Stop, baby, please. I’m close to coming, and I need to fuck you. I need to be inside you so god damn badly.”
“Are on the pill? I’m clean; I was tested a few weeks back, I promise. I never fuck without protection, but I want to fuck you without a condom so badly. I need to know what you feel like with nothing between us,” he says breathlessly, his fingers still pumping in and out of my soaking wet folds.
“Yes, I’m on the pill,” I say, panting, and I feel him smile a satisfied smile against my neck.
“Climb on top of me, baby,” he whispers. I comply and settle onto his lap, straddling him. He takes my nipple in his mouth and laps it with his tongue, making my nipple into a hard erect bud as he nips it gently. I gasp with pleasure, and he guides his hard cock into my pussy. I adjust to his length and move up and down, building up a slow, sensual rhythm. He holds me around the waist and helps me move with him, all while kissing me and moaning into my mouth.
“Jesus fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good. You’re so wet and tight.”
I love the way his body feels underneath mine. He drives his cock deep into me, and I scream in ecstasy, “Sam, please.”
He takes my nipple in his mouth again and nips my piercing.
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
He bucks up, driving his cock in and out at a faster rhythm.
“I want to come all over your cock, Sam.”
He growls, and with each deep drive, he hits my G-spot each time.
“I’m close, baby, I’m so close,” I pant. He smiles against my nipple and bites gently.
“I know, baby, I can feel you. I’ve got you,” he whispers, slowing and quickening the rhythm, driving me insane with pleasure and burning hunger. As he lifts and releases me, I feel his balls slapping against my bottom as he plunges into me faster. We are both moaning softly, and I feel myself trembling with desire. I can feel my orgasm building and pooling somewhere deep within my core. He rams his cock into me, keeping the pace fast and frantic as we both near climax. I cry out, my breath coming out in ragged pants. He quickens his pace, and I feel my orgasm explode through my whole body.
“Sam, I’m coming,” I cry out. He pushes his co
ck up deep inside me.
“Peyton, Jesus fuck, I’m going to come.”
My eyes flutter and my whole body trembles as he pumps his seed inside me, growling in my ear as he comes. I bury my head in the crook of his neck, breathless and spent. He runs his hands up my spine and holds me to him.
“God, Peyton, that was … Fuck, that was an epic shag!”
I chuckle softly into his neck and lift my head up, almost forgetting that we are in his hot tub on the roof of his apartment building. The cool wind blows, and I shiver against him. I climb off him, wincing as he pulls his cock out of my sensitive folds. I sit in the hot tub next to him, and he lazily drapes his arm around me.
“You’re fucking ace, baby.”
“Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself, stud!”
He kisses the top of my head. “I can add sex in a hot tub as the hottest sex I’ve ever had.” He raises his eyebrows and smiles that breath-taking smile. He subconsciously twirls my hair around his finger. “I’m just glad I walked into the tattoo shop that day, because that was the day that totally changed my life.”
I smile shyly at his sweet words and rest my head on his shoulder. I suddenly feel so tired.
“Tired, angel?” I nod. “I must be wearing you out!”
Sam gets out of the hot tub, pulling me up with him. He grabs two warm towels from underneath the hot tub and helps me out, wrapping me in a towel and carrying me back inside. He goes down a set of stairs with me in his arms and through his apartment, into his bedroom before setting me down on my feet.
“I’m going to grab a quick shower before bed, want to join me?”
How could I refuse a shower with the most gorgeous man I have ever laid eyes on? I nod, and he grabs my hand, leading us both into the walk-in shower. The water is pleasantly hot—Sam is being so tender and sweet, the perfect boyfriend and lover. I think he could be good for me. In fact, I know it has only been a few days, but I have felt the best I have ever felt. He makes me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time—I finally feel alive. I catch sight of my reflection in the glass of the shower cubicle, and I’m glowing. The post-sex afterglow and the love of an amazing rock star. I think Sam Newbolt might be the one.
16
Peyton
The next morning, I wake up in Sam’s bed and am completely naked. He was right about the silk sheets; they feel soft, cool, and so decadent against my skin. I roll over sleepily, and my muscles are deliciously sore after our marathon sex session. I reach out for him, but he isn’t lying next to me. I sit up with a start, hear the toilet flush, and then he walks back into the room. He is already dressed wearing grey jogging bottoms, a white vest, and bare feet. His hair is wet and spiky; he has a white towel around his neck and a cup of coffee in his hand.
“Good morning, sleepy head.”
“Good morning, rock star.”
We laugh together as he takes a sip of his coffee
“I made you some coffee, babe.”
“You weren’t there when I woke up.”
He looks at me. “I don’t sleep too good, angel. I was in the studio writing, then I went for a long run and worked out in the gym for a while. I woke up early and didn’t want to disturb you. You look so peaceful when you’re asleep.”
I pat the bed next to me; he comes over and sits down on the edge of the bed. He puts his cup down and wraps me in his arms. I breathe him in—he smells so good, of his special Sam scent, coffee, and faintly of sweat from his work out.
“Did you sleep well, babe?”
I nod and smile. “Yeah, like a log. I could so get used to these silk sheets.”
He laughs. “Yeah, once you go silk, you never go back!”
His smile is infectious, and I don’t think I will ever get tired of seeing it. I look at the clock, I leap out of Sam’s arms and out of bed when I see that it says eight forty-five.
“Shit, why didn’t you wake me sooner, baby?”
He laughs. “You’re funny when you’re stressed! I thought you deserved a lie in after I wore you out last night.”
“I need to be at work in an hour, I’m going to be so late. On the plus side, at least I won’t have to wait for my morning shower. Ruby has a morning routine, and she takes forever in the bathroom!”
He smiles and kisses me gently on the end of my nose. “Bathroom’s all yours, angel.”
In the bathroom, I take a hot morning shower. When I emerge, I am feeling energised and ready to face the day. I towel dry my hair and get dressed for work. Today, I opt for black cropped jeans, a black and white polka dot dress and black Converse trainers. I apply my usual, light, natural make-up and tousle my hair in the mirror, as I don’t have my straighteners with me or the time to mess around. Sam is leaning casually in the doorway watching me get ready.
“See something you like, rock star?” I ask seductively and wink cheekily at him.
“God, you’re so beautiful. How did I get so lucky?” He comes and stands behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Maybe you were a saint in a previous life!” Laughing, I turn to face him. “I’m going out of the city at the weekend, to my mum and dad’s in Brighton. Do you fancy taking off for a while? Just you and me? I know it’s a bit soon, but I’d like it if you could come.”
He kisses me gently on the lips and smiles. “I would love to, baby. I have a rare weekend off, and that sounds so … normal. I’ve been craving normal. You lose track of what’s normal when you’re on the road and living out of suitcases.”
“That’s great, I can’t wait, and my mum and dad are dying to meet you.”
He pulls a face. “Should I be worried?”
I shake my head. “My family are all amazing apart from my sister. I love her to bits, but she is a colossal pain in the arse.”
He laughs. “OK, pain in the arse sisters I can deal with, but next week we’ve got our album launch at a club in town. It’s our tenth anniversary, so it’s kind of important. Would you be my date?”
He takes my hand and kisses the back gently. I smile.
“Why yes, kind sir, I would love to be your date.”
He bows dramatically in front of me and twirls me around in his arms. It’s times like these when I feel like we’re a normal couple. When as soon as we get outside our relationship is in the public eye for everyone to pull apart and judge. I push that thought to the back of my mind and grab my Voodoo Vixen bag ready for work.
“I’m going to be late for work, baby.”
I kiss him tenderly on the lips and walk out of his bedroom. He follows close behind me.
“I can meet you for lunch if you want to. I’m going to be laying down the final vocals for our album today, but I should be done by this afternoon.”
I take his coffee from him and take a sip, welcoming the caffeine boost.
“I think I’m going to meet Ruby. We need a girl chat, and she is going through some stuff.”
He nods. “OK, I’ll pick you up after work then, babe. We can come back here and have dinner.”
“Sounds amazing. Look at us being normal!”
“If only it could be like this all the time.”
He picks me up and spins me around, kissing me passionately. I leave for work in a good mood, go down to Sam’s parking garage, and unlock my car. I get in, crank up the stereo listening to P!nk and make the fifteen-minute journey to work. I pull into the shop car park and practically skip into the shop.
“Mornin’, honey bunny,” Seb greets me in his usual manner as I breeze in.
“Good morning, pumpkin, it’s such a beautiful day,” I say in a sing-song voice. Seb looks genuinely shocked to see me in such a good mood. Good moods for me have been very rare recently.
“Someone’s in a good mood this morning, babe.”
“Yep, life is all good for once, babe.”
I can’t stop myself from smiling; Seb gets up and hugs me tightly.
“Love looks good on you, darlin’. I’m so happy for you I really am. Now,
stop bloody smiling; you’re making my jaw ache!”
Laughing, I skip to the back of the shop to stow my stuff away. I take off my coat and go back out into the shop. Before I ask Seb about appointments, he jumps in.