by Amiee Louise
Please call me as soon as possible
He’s not in a good way
He needs you
Brody xx
Fuck. I knew something like this was going to happen. I rock Freddie in my arms.
“What’s your daddy like, eh? Shall we call uncle Brody?”
Freddie gurgles, and I dial Brody’s number.
“Morning, sweets,” he says softly.
“Brody, is he ok?”
He sighs audibly.
“He’s sleeping it off, babe. Tate cleaned it up as best as he could, to limit the damage on the band’s reputation, but he’s in a bad fucking way, sweets.”
I close my eyes.
“Ok, I’ll drop in on him, honey. Thanks for calling.”
He pauses, and I can’t help but worry about Sam’s current state of mind.
“No worries, sweets. Call me when you’re on the way, I’ll let the security team know you’re coming; drive right up to the gates.”
I hear footsteps.
“Ok, look I have to go. I’ll see you soon, bye.”
I end the call and tuck the phone in the pocket of my robe as Kai steps out of his room.
“Mornin’, darlin’,” he says sleepily, and I smile.
“Morning Kai. Could you drive me to Sam’s, please? I know it’s Sunday, and it’s early, but I’d really appreciate it.”
I hate having to rely on other people, and I suddenly feel really bad for asking him.
“Sure, doll, it’s not a problem. Give me half an hour and I’ll drive you.”
He smiles, and I return his gesture before setting about getting ready for the day ahead.
An hour later, I am showered and dressed. Today, I opt for a pair of black skinny jeans, a red Guns n’ Roses t-shirt, black Converse trainers, and black military jacket. I have on my natural make up and my hair is straight secured in a black hair band. I am in the middle of dressing Freddie when there is a knock at the door. I pick him up and pad out into the living room. I swing open the door. Standing there looking fresh is Ruby. Her bump is growing bigger by the day yet she still looks like she could still model for Vogue. She breezes in and gives me a one-armed hug, her scent enveloping me. I take her in; she is wearing a black and white striped maternity vest, which accentuates her bump, black velour trousers, and black Converse.
“Bleurgh! My feet are so fucking swollen, I can’t get my feet into my heels,” she says melodramatically, and I chuckle softly as she pulls away from our embrace.
“Thank God you’re ok. I heard about Sam.”
She holds me at arm’s length, as if she is taking me in.
“Jesus, that boy is a fucking mess, babe.”
I sigh.
“So, everyone keeps telling me.”
She takes Freddie, and his face lights up as he catches sight of her.
“Good morning, beautiful. Aunty Ruby’s here,” she says in her familiar singsong voice, and Freddie giggles.
“You’re going over to Sam’s, aren’t you?”
I nod.
“Brody texted me last night, but I didn’t get his message until this morning. I called him straight away. Was it bad?”
She worries her lip between her teeth and nods.
“Pretty bad, babe.”
I scrub my hand down my face.
“Fuck,” I curse, and she brushes my arm reassuringly.
“He needs you; you need to go to him. The boys are losing patience with him, and I have a feeling you're the only one he'll listen to.”
I nod and kiss Freddie on his chubby cheek.
“Love you, baby boy,” I croon and Ruby kisses my forehead.
“Take as long as you need. Call me when you can, babe?”
She winks, and I smile as I leave the flat with Kai. We make the ninety-minute journey to Sam’s new place in Sawbridgeworth in relative silence, both left to our thoughts. Security is expecting us and buzzes us straight through the wrought-iron gates. We pull onto the gravel driveway, and I get out of the car, leaving Kai waiting in the driver’s seat. Brody greets me at the door. He is wearing a black beanie hat, a pair of combat shorts, a black skull t-shirt, and a pair of khaki Converse trainers. He envelopes me in one of his bear hugs, and I squeeze him tightly.
“Hey, sweets,” he whispers, pulling away from our embrace and leading me inside Sam’s house.
The house is as opulent as his old apartment, with black and white tiled flooring throughout the hallway, and gold and platinum discs lining the walls.
“Where is he?” I say quietly.
“I’m here.”
I hear his familiar rasp, and I look up. He looks magnificent making his way down the oak staircase, wearing a pair of black silk pyjama bottoms. He is shirtless, and his hair is sleep mussed. His hard-tattooed chest is just as I remember it, with the addition of his ‘My Angel’ tattoo. As he reaches the bottom, he runs his hand through his hair. His one hand is heavily bandaged.
“You didn’t have to come.”
He moves closer to me, and I look up at him as his six-foot four frame towers over me. I am silent, but he tilts my chin up to face him. He has a purple bruise on his right cheek, a black eye, and a split lip; even with a beaten and battered face, he is still breath taking.
“Look at me, angel,” he says huskily. “Thank you. I’m glad you came, you look gorgeous.”
He smiles, bringing out those adorable dimples, and I feel the familiar slickness between my thighs. Brody observes the exchange between us and cocks his eyebrow.
“I’ll leave you two to it.”
He smirks and strides out of the room, leaving Sam and me just staring at each other. A few moments of silence passes between us.
“Say something, angel.”
He moves closer to me, and he reaches out to cup my chin.
“I’m not sure what to say, I...I’m sorry about what I said yesterday. It was in the heat of the moment. I was angry, and I shouldn’t have said it.”
He shakes his head.
“I’m the one who should be apologising. I acted like a complete prick, I shouldn’t have shown up drunk on your doorstep, shouting my mouth off. It was a dick move on my part, I’m sorry,” he says softly.
He moves hand away from my face, and I feel bereft from the loss of contact.
“How’s Freddie? Is he ok?” Sam enquires, and I smile.
“Yeah, he’s great, thanks. He’s with Ruby.”
He smiles a genuine smile and nods.
“Do you want some coffee?”
I nod, and I suddenly feel awkward in his presence. I have never experienced this awkward feeling with Sam since I met him, and I’m unnerved by it. He strides into the kitchen, and I follow him, watching his sexy gait and his perfect arse.
“I can feel your eyes on me, angel.”
He chuckles softly, as if to lighten the mood, and I bite my lip. We enter the kitchen, which is a deep orange colour, with orange appliances, black marble worktop, and black and orange tiles on the floor. It shouldn’t look stylish, but it does. He turns on the coffee machine; he pulls two cups out of the glass-fronted cupboard and I stand awkwardly off to the side, viciously biting my nail. He moves around the kitchen and strides over to me. He moves my hand away from my mouth and backs me into the worktop.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful. I want you so badly, standing there all vulnerable and innocent,” he says huskily and thrusts his groin roughly into me. I moan softly at the delicious pressure he creates. “You want me too, admit it.”
He leans down and nips my earlobe between his teeth while his bandaged hand roams my body. His hand comes to rest on my breast, and he cups it in his large hand, kneading it softly.
“Christ, make me fucking stop, angel.”
His voice sounds pained, and I bite my lip. Do I really want him to stop? My head is screaming at me to run for the hills, but my heart is telling me that I want this just as much as he does, if not more. I cup his erection, which is straining in his pyjama bottoms, and he grow
ls.
“I can’t stop myself when I’m around you, Sam. My body craves you. You’re my addiction.”
He lifts me easily onto the worktop and nudges my legs apart with his muscular thighs.
“I won’t share you with Logan, or anyone else. Once I have you, this time, you’re mine again, angel. Do you understand?” he rasps.
I bite my lip and nod.
“Answer me, I need to hear the words.”
Our eyes lock.
“Yes, I understand. Oh God, Sam, please take me,” I plead, and a lazy smirk crosses his handsome face.
“I need to be inside you,” he rasps as he rids me of my coat and t-shirt, until I am sitting in my bra in front of him.
My heart is thundering at his close scrutiny, and J.D’s evil words crawl to the forefront of my mind.
“Sam doesn’t do damaged goods.”
I feel my breathing start to quicken. He pinches my chin between his thumb and forefinger, jolting me back to the here and now.
“Stay with me. I’ve got you, you’re safe.”
His lips graze mine, and he looks down at me. He examines the top half of my body, which is marred with scars. He runs his finger over the thick white scar, which runs from collarbone to collarbone. He curses, and my eyes begin to swim with tears.
“You are still the most beautiful woman in the world to me, Peyton. I’ll take whatever I can get with you, scars and all.”
He rests his forehead against mine.
“We don’t have to...we...”
I silence him by placing my finger against his lips.
“I need you to take it away, Sam. Please, take it away.”
He crashes his lips to mine, feverishly, and he slips his hand into the cup of my bra, softly stroking my sensitive nipple. I run my hands over his chest and his broad shoulders.
“God, I’ve missed having your hands on me,” he says against my lips.
I let my hands roam over his tight backside and down to his erect cock. He growls.
“That’s it, angel, Mmm,” he rasps and lifts me up onto the kitchen counter, the coldness of the marble causes my skin to break out in goose bumps.
In one lithe move, he leans down and pulls my nipple into his mouth. I gasp softly at the pinch of pain that the nip of his teeth causes. He looks into my eyes; his blazing green eyes are filled with lust. I grab hold of his soft hair and close my eyes.
“I need those eyes, look at me. Look how good I make you feel.”
My eyes lock with his, and my nipple leaves his mouth with a pop.
“Tell me what you want, angel. Tell me.”
His voice sounds as if he’s swallowed a bag of gravel, and I shiver as my pussy floods with pure pleasure.
“Oh, Sam, please. I want you to lick my pussy. I want you to lick me until I come all over your tongue,” I pant out desperately, and he smirks cockily.
“Good girl, I love it when you tell me exactly what you want.”
I look down, and I blush crimson.
“Wow! Peyton Harper blushing? Fuck, that made me hard!”
I stifle a smirk and bite my lip. His blazing green eyes turn smoky with desire.
“Don’t do that. I’m trying to control myself, but all I really want to do is ram my cock so deep inside you that you’ll be begging me to stop. I want to punish you for letting those other men inside this delicious pussy.”
As he says those words, he shoves his long-calloused finger inside me. I gasp at the intrusion as he moves it leisurely in and out. I moan out loud and throw my head back in ecstasy.
“Sam.”
He pulls his finger out of me and sucks his finger into his mouth, licking my juices clean.
“You taste so good, angel. Now, where was I?”
He looks so mouth-watering standing nude in front of me; he looks like a perfectly sculpted Greek God. His raven black hair is mussed and falling haphazardly in his eyes.
“Stop looking at me like you want to devour every inch of my body,” he growls and buries his head between my legs.
The moment his tongue touches my swollen clit, I feel like I’m free-falling head first back into the world of Sam Newbolt.
22
Sam
I’ve missed her taste, the soft moans of pleasure, the bounce of her beautiful tits, and the way her eyes change from vivid blue to steel blue when she’s turned on. The curve of her waist, the feel of her soft skin against mine, and the scent that is uniquely Peyton Leigh Harper. After last night, after the barbeque, turning up at hers, the fight at the club, all of it. That wasn’t me, I never lose control over a woman. Or at least I didn’t until I met her. She makes me want to be better, a less broken version of me.
As I swipe my tongue up her wet folds, she cries out and tugs on my hair.
“Sam, Oh God!”
She writhes beneath me, and I continue my luscious assault on her pussy. I expertly lap and relentlessly thrust my tongue up inside her. She clamps her legs around my head and screams.
“SAM! SAM! OH SAM!”
I look up at her and the look of pure pleasure on her face makes me realise how compatible we are sexually. I know what she wants, I know what she craves. She likes it rough, she likes it gentle, she loves it when we fuck, and she loves it when we make slow gentle love.
“SAM!” she mewls, and I stop what I’m doing for a second.
“What do you want, angel? Tell me,” I say with a dominant edge to my voice.
“Oh God! Sam! I want you to make me come! Please, make me come,” she pants out feverishly, and I stand to my full height.
I stroke my cock a few times and she eyes it, as if she’s never seen it before. I push her legs open wider, and she cries out loud as I thrust my cock deep inside her. Her inner walls contract around my cock as she adjusts to my size.
“Only I belong in this pussy. Do you understand me, angel? Only me,” I rasp, and her eyes gloss over. “Do you fucking understand me?” I practically growl, and she looks up at me.
The look she gives me makes her look so vulnerable. She bites her lip and nods.
“Only you, Sam,” she whispers, and as she says those words, I thrust deeper inside her.
I slide my hands underneath her bum and lift her up. My cock slides easily out of her wet heat, and she mewls softly at the loss of contact.
“We’re continuing this in my bedroom.”
I carry her up the stairs with her clinging to me, as if she’s scared I’m going to let go at any moment. I hold her tighter as my way of reassuring her, and as I reach the top of the stairs, I make my way to my bedroom. I kick the door open with my foot and stride towards the bed with purpose. I deposit her gently in the middle of the bed. I crawl up the bed and settle between her legs.
“Now where were we?”
I wink, and she shivers. I love that after all this time I still have the effect on her.
“I think I need you to remind me, angel.”
She reaches up and pulls me closer to her by my neck.
“Your cock was deep inside me, Sam.”
She is husky with desire, and I smile at the fact that she is no longer afraid to tell me what she wants.
“Good girl. Spread those gorgeous legs for me.”
She spreads her legs wider, and I can see her pussy dripping with want. I stroke my cock, and as I thrust forward to enter her, she screams.
“OH GOD! SAM! SAM! SAM!”
My name leaves her lips like a love song, and I increase my pace.
“Jesus! Fuck! You feel so good around my cock, angel,” I say gruffly, and she moves her hips to meet me thrust for thrust.
“FUCKKK!” I curse, and she wraps her arms around me, pulling me closer to her.
“Harder, I need you to fuck me harder, Sam!”
I rear back and thrust forward. My cock is so deep inside her, I’m not sure where I end and she begins. Her hands start to roam over my back and shoulders. I love the way her tiny hands feel on me; I crave her touch. I lick my lip
s and gasp as she rakes her nails across my back. My pace quickens, and I ram my cock in her.
“Oh God! Don’t you dare fucking stop!” she pants, and I smile lazily at the effect I have on her. “Make me come, please, make me come.”
I shove her up the bed and grab her legs, lifting them over my shoulders. At this angle, every time I push my cock into her I feel my piercing bump her cervix. I build up a punishing pace as my cock rams in and out of her slickness. I can feel her pussy rippling around me and I know she’s close.