Page 56 of Justice for Samara

He drew back slowly, then slammed into her. “Ohhhh, damn. I’m gonna take care of you, baby. My cock is gonna make you the happiest woman in five counties.” His hands closed around her ankles as he leaned back, and he drew her legs up, pressed them together, and pushed them up toward the headboard. Her back bowed and her ass lifted up off the bed a good two inches. “You okay?”

“Yeah, but what?”

“Just hang on.” Then he drew back and rammed her again.

The head of his shaft rubbed across the little ridged spot inside her and she thought she’d come undone. All she could growl out was, “Fuuuuuuck. Oh, god. Oh, god. What are… Oh, god. Fuck, fuck, fuck,fuck!” Everything inside her clenched and her belly spasmed. “Fu-u-u-u-uck, baby. Oh, fuck.” Reaching for him was pointless, and she gripped the headboard as he powered into her over and over.

Two more orgasms and he finally emptied into her. That was the moment she realized something. “Fuck, Michael, you forgot to wear a condom.”

“You’re on the pill, right?”

“Yeah, but nothing is?”

“Samara.” She stopped babbling and watched his face. “I told you that I love you. If you were to get pregnant, do you have any idea how happy I’d be?”

“Well, I wouldn’t be very happy. It would probably cost me my job.”

“No. It would not. Carter would work with you. And it’s not like you’d be alone.”

“Yeah, but I’m not ready to?”

“I get it. I’m really not either, but if it happens, I’m not going to be unhappy about it. I’ll just be more careful from now on, okay? And I’m sorry. I just kinda got lost in the, well, you know.” He dropped to the mattress beside her and lay there, panting. “I think you almost killed me.”

“Ialmost killedyou? I thought you were going to send my head through the headboard!”

“But you gotta admit,” he said with a tweak to her nipple, “that it was pretty great.”

“No. It was very great. And you do make me feel like a queen.” Then she laughed. “Even if my throne is your dick.”

“Especially if your throne is my dick.” He reached for her, and that was all she wanted, to be wrapped in his arms.

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you too. So here comes the hard part.”

She drew her head back and stared into his eyes. “What’s the hard part?”

“We’re gonna have to go see my mother.”

The sound of her eyes rolling could’ve been heard five miles away. “Oh, damn. I was hoping that day wouldnevercome.”

“Well, I really do think we’ve got to do it. She’s going to get wind of us and if I haven’t told her, that’s going to make everything ten times worse.”

“Do you think she’ll like me?”

Michael lay there, and his silence made her nervous. When he did speak, it was every bit as bad as she’d been afraid it would be. “Actually, I think it’s going to go something like this. I take you over there. She’s going to have a little trouble talking for the first two minutes because she’ll be so shocked. Then she’ll seem to get over it, but it’ll just be because she’s found the little slot she needs to put her personality in to make us both feel like everything’s okay. She’ll probably hug you when we leave.”

“Don’t tell me. And then you’ll get the phone call.”

“Exactly. And I’ll have to hear about how I could certainly find a white girl who’d have me, and why am I with a black woman anyway, and am I sure I want to do this, and how she hopes you understand how lucky you are to have me, a white man who’ll take care of you.”

“Please tell me you’re joking.”

“Nope. I can hear it now. Oh, and then she’ll ask me if I realize how much trouble our children might have because they’re mixed race, as the people around here say.”

“Not that.”

“Yeah. Don’t take it personally. Every white mother of a son in this town would have the same damn reaction. I’m just warning you in advance so you know what to expect.”

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