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While this doesn’t answer the pressing question about what is going to happen between us at all, I’m also too far gone not to enjoy it as his lips clash against mine.
He lifts me up, his cock pressing against me and I’m one second short of begging him to move this into one of the bathrooms.
Maybe he could fuck me so hard that I forget about all of this shit. It worked wonderfully in the past week.
But before I can ask him, Max yells over to us.
“Stop fooling around. We’re hungry.” His voice echoes through the house and I already feel my cheeks heating up as we walk back to the living room. Samuel looks unfazed, clearing his throat as he picks up the pizza boxes.
He puts them on the coffee table and sits down on the couch while I stand in front of it like a package that nobodycame to pick up. I don’t know where to sit, but then Samuel pulls me into his lap.
“I know that’s your spot,” he whispers in my ear, as if he couldn’t just get up and sit down somewhere else. Not that I mind sitting in his lap.
Three pairs of eyes are on us and I can feel every single one.
Max opens his mouth to say something, but the other three men shoot him glares that would keep even me from talking. He looks down at his pizza, a grin tugging at his lips, and it’s like his thoughts are on speaker.
Rockwell is still in the recliner, seeming gleeful as he eats his pizza.
Somehow, it feels like home. Like they are a weird little family, bringing warmth to this house. Not to mention that they also took care of taking the trash out.
We’re all splayed out on the couch and I listen to the men talk while the sun slowly goes down. When Samuel gets up to put the very few leftovers in the fridge, I go and fetch a bottle of whiskey and a few of my father’s cigars.
Sam told me that Logan and Rockwell smoke and since I’m not the type for cigars, I decide they should get them before they go to waste.
Max passes on the whiskey, instead he shares a bottle of wine with me.
“Can we just move in here, please Cap,” he groans as he lets his head fall against the backrest of the couch.
“Hate to admit it, but he’s right,” Logan says. “I really don’t want to go back to base. Even this couch is better than our fucking beds.”
The glint in Rockwell’s eyes tells me he also thought about it. But someone has to be the party pooper. I have a feeling that he has to take on that role often.
Samuel is quiet behind me, his hand unmoving on my waist.
“You guys are always welcome here,” I say with a smile while I try to silence the part of me that wants to force them to stay here.
I thought about all of this in the last few hours, especially after Max showed me the messages. At first, I was kind of happy that Samuel seemed to like me.
Reallylike me, if I didn’t read too much into it.
But I was an idiot to drag the both of us into this chaos. Whatever it is between us, it shouldn't exist.
It’s some weird bond that formed because I basically forced it to form and because we had to spend time together.
In a way, I forced him to like me, and I caused a damn big mess because of it.
So unless the universe sends me a sign that begging him to stay is the right thing, I won’t do it. I can’t cause him any more trouble, no matter how much it hurts.
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SAMUEL
It is already late at night when I finally find the courage to have the talk that I should have had with Ruby a week ago.
Rockwell is fast asleep in his recliner, and Logan and Max are also more asleep than actively watching their movie.
They are snuggled up on the couch, and sometimes I wish I could be as uncomplicated as those two idiots. Not that they don’t have their issues, but they definitely seem more secure in their decisions.
