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"Okay. Good? Bad?" she wonders and waits for me to answer.
I close my eyes remembering Sam's lips on mine.
"From the content look on your face, I'm going to assume whatever happened was good." I hear the pleasant tone of her voice and open my eyes.
"Sam kissed me." The words burst out of me with excitement.
"And how did that make you feel?"
My fingers touch my lips. "Like fireworks. I wanted him to kiss me repeatedly." I tell her.
"That's good, Sofia. Are you confused about anything?"
Without hesitation, I confess. "Everything with Sam feels right."
Putting her pen down, Dr. Kendrick sets her notepad aside. "Do you feel like you may be ready for a relationship with Sam?"
In so many ways we kind of already have been. With Sam our connection always has been a little more than just friendship. He is the one who has been waiting for me to feel comfortable enough to take things further. After that kiss, I feel confident in doing just that. "I feel ready," I nod.
"And what about sex? There will come the point in the relationship you both are ready to explore those feelings more. Before that happens, I think you should talk to Sam. Open up to him about your past and what you have been through. Him knowing certain things can help both of you navigate through a situation which may arise from the trauma you've experienced."
Wow. And just like that my session just got heavy. To be honest, I have thought about all those things. I enjoy Sam's affection, but he has never gone too far with it. But do I worry something we might explore together will trigger me? I've never thought much about it before now.
"Would having a session with Sam in the room make it easier for you to share some details with him?" Dr. Kendrick asks.
"I don't know," I answer her with honesty.
"Think about it. You don't have to decide anything yet. Just make sure you talk with him before moving your relationship in that direction."
"Okay," I sigh.
Getting up from the couch, Dr. Kendrick waits for me to stand then wraps her arms around me. "I'm proud of you, Sofia. Be proud of yourself too."
Chapter seven
Sam
Ican't fucking sleep. I can't sleep because the only thing my brain can think about is Sofia. I should have known all it would take was one taste. One taste and I'd be ruined. If I thought I was addicted to Sofia before, I was dead wrong. Closing my eyes, I think about her pouty lips and the way they tasted. The memory causes my dick to stir. Just then my alarm goes off. Rolling over, I swipe my cell from the bedside table silencing it. It's 5:00 am, and the guys will be rolling in soon. Just like they do in the evenings after work, they like to meet up here at the clubhouse before the start of the workday to have coffee and shoot the shit. That means my ass needs to be up and have coffee made by the time they walk through the clubhouse doors. Ignoring my raging hard-on, I climb out of bed and make my way to the bathroom. Once I've taken care of business, I snag a pair of jeans from the dresser along with a t-shirt and get dressed. Leaving my room, I walk down the hall and into the kitchen while enjoying the silence surrounding me. I like this time of morning before the other guys roll out of bed and before the other men show up.
When I sit down at the table with my first cup of coffee, a sleepy-eyed Ember saunters into the kitchen. "Good morning, Sam."
"Mornin', sweetheart."
Ember and Rain are the two club girls that live here at the clubhouse. Both girls are sweet, respectful and loyal as hell, especially to the old ladies. I heard stories about a couple of club girls that came before them, and they sounded wack. The old ladies really like Ember and Raine. Most of that is due to the fact they stay away from the men who are taken. It seems Ember and Raine have their own little code they live by. I often wonder what leads a woman down the path of becoming a club girl, but I at no time have ever passed judgment. Who anyone takes to their bed is their business. Just because someone, man or woman enjoys sex, doesn't make them a bad person. Although I have noticed Ember has had only one man warming her bed lately. She and Blake seemed to be exclusive these days. Only neither one of them has acknowledged it publicly. That's their business though, and as Jake said, a man's personal business is his own.
Several minutes later Jake is the first to make an appearance. Not long after he walks through the door the rest of the men begin to trickle in. Each man goes about fixing their coffee before taking a seat at the table. It's the same routine every morning yet somehow today feels different. The difference is, I am the focus of their attention. Logan is the first to speak. "You and Sofia?"
Setting my cup down, I keep eye contact with him. "Me and Sofia."
Logan continues. "I think I can speak for my brothers when I say we saw this shit was going to come to a head sooner or later. I'm also going to say I respect the hell out of how you been handling her. You know I'm not telling you what went down with her because it's not mine or anyone else's place. You've been lettin' your instincts guide you the past couple of years, and so far, they have been spot on. With that being said, I don't think any of us need to tell you how much that girl means to the club." Logan leaves his sentence hanging. Something I learned a long time ago about these men is when it comes to the women in their lives; they love hard. They bend over backward to give them hearts and flowers. But don't mistake their actions toward their women as weakness. Because with that comes the intensity of their loyalty. The Kings have killed to prove their loyalty. They will go through any means necessary to protect the club and their family.
"You have nothing to worry about," I say with certainty. The men study me for a beat before deciding they trust the sincerity of my words. Standing from his seat, Jake raps his knuckles on the table. "Alright, brothers, let's get our asses to work." With that, we follow Jake out of the kitchen. We don't make it two steps into the main room when suddenly, the door to the clubhouse crashes open, splintering from its hinges. "ATF! Down on the ground!" is shouted followed by at least a dozen men barging into the clubhouse. Decked out in full ATF gear and weapons drawn, several agents force us down to the ground while several others rush past us down the hall toward the back of the clubhouse. "Motherfucker," Blake seethes as two agents return with a visibly shaken Ember and Raine, then forces them to join us on the floor. "Keep cool," Jake grinds out the same time someone shouts, "search them!"
One by one the men are searched, turning up what we all knew the agents would find. Guns. Jake, Logan, Reid, Quinn, Blake, Austin and Grey are all carrying. "What do we have here?" one of the agents boasts. "You want to tell me where the rest of the guns are?"
"Don't know what the fuck you're talkin' about," Jake replies with venom in his voice.
"Oh, I think you do. I received an anonymous tip you boys were back to your old habits."
