Page 29 of Always You
“Okay, I’ll be waiting for you; Make-up sex always does the trick,” she teases.
“Yeah, I'll be there in ten minutes.” I slip my phone into my pocket, press my foot harder on the gas pedal, and head to Samantha's place. I’ll fuck her, get Mila out of my head, and try to make it work with Samantha. When I reach Samantha's door, she opens it before I have a chance to knock. She pushes herself against me, locking her lips with mine. Her legs wrap around my waist as I close the door behind us. We kiss each other fervently, with a raw passion between us. But as our lips touch, an image of Mila pops into my head. When I kissed Mila, it felt different—like I was complete. Her lips were heavenly.
Fuck, fuck I don’t want to think of Mila.
I kiss Samantha harder, frustrated with where my mind’s taking me. The buttons on her silk blouse fumble under my fingers. I pick her up with ease and place her onto the plush sofa. Rage consumes me and in frustration, I rip the buttons of her blouse open with a loud tear and unclasp her lacy bra. My hands go to her breasts, kneading them firmly and I suck her nipples into my mouth, nibbling them.
Samantha throws her head back in pleasure, arching her back and moaning. The sound of Mila’s name is on my lips as I once more see her beautiful face in my mind. I suck harder on Samantha's nipples as she winces with pleasure, then move my hand to tear off her thong savagely, hiking up her skirt. With two fingers, I enter her center and begin pumping harder.
Samantha moans, “Yes, Dominic.”
I bite my bottom lip hard until it bleeds, tasting the metallic taste on my lips. My mind is filled with thoughts of Mila sprawled out on my bed as I plunge my finger into her center, savoring her sweetness. I shake my head inwardly.
Fuck, I don't want to think about her.
Pushing further, faster, until Samantha is coming. She closes her eyes and flutters her eyelashes before leaning in to kiss me. She undoes my belt and unzips my jeans.
“Your turn.” Her voice comes out high-pitched.
I grasp a fist full of blonde locks as she opens up for me, her tongue running up and down my cock. Her lips stretch around me, and her head slides up and down my shaft. I cling to her hair as I thrust deeper, wanting to take in the full sensation of her. She gags but keeps sucking despite the discomfort. I can almost feel Mila’s sweet embrace, those red-cherry lips around my dick. Samantha lets out a moan that only serves to increase my agitation. I know this isn’t Mila, so I push Samantha away and hastily tuck my dick back into my jeans. I throw her bra and blouse back at her.
“W-what’s wrong, Dominic,” she stutters, and worriedly slips her clothes back on. “This isn’t working, Samantha. It hasn’t for a long time,” I admit.
“What do you mean, Dominic? You asked me to marry you.” Her chin trembles.
Shit. I feel like an asshole.
“Yes, I did, Samantha, and I shouldn’t have. I’m not the man for you. You deserve someone who can love you. It’s been a year, Samantha, our relationship is not where it should be.”
She stumbles toward me, her eyes pleading. She rubs her palms on my chest. “We can make it work, Dominic. I love you. I’m sorry school’s been crazy, but I’ll be better.”
I run my fingers through my hair. “No, Samantha, it won’t. I just found out I have a son.”
She gasps. “What do you mean you just found out?”
“He’s four years old. I haven’t seen his mom in years. She moved away. She was my girlfriend. I loved her; I still do. It would never work between us because I’ll always love her, and she will always have my heart,” I say, honestly.
Tears spill from her beautiful face. She sniffles. “You don’t want kids, you told me. I-I can make you forget her. We can have our own family.” She stays quiet for a second. “It’s her, isn’t it? The girl at the studio and the store with her son.”
I nod. She doesn’t need to know anything else.
“In the studio, you said all that so she could hear. I thought you loved me.”
Shit.I feel like a complete dick.
“I’m sorry, Samantha, it’s over. It would never work out. You deserve someone who will love you.”
She wraps her arms around me. “No, Dominic.”
I draw myself from her.
“I’ll wait till you’re ready. You’re just not thinking straight,” she pleads.
Shutting the door, I feel a weight lifted off me. Samantha and I are two different people. She’s better off with someone who will love her and show her love, but it can’t be me.
* * *
A long week has passed, my shoulders go rigid, and the tightness in my chest unfolds ten times more in pain. The feeling it’s being crushed in a vice. Liam’s conversation lingers in my mind. Fight for what you can have again. Mila’s beautiful voice plays in my mind: I’m tired of fighting; for once I want to be fought for.
