Page 62 of Samuel
I looked at her and watched carefully, wondering whether it was a joke and in any minute she was going to go mad and kick me out for having the nerve to ask about my son, but not having enough nerve to step up and be his dad. She didn’t though, she took another sip of her drink and then sighed.
“You ever wonder what would have happened if your coach’s baby had been yours?”
A little shocked by her question, I squirmed in my seat and swigged back the rest of my vodka.
“Well?” she urged.
“No, I tried to put her out of my mind as soon as I left the hospital. She ruined my life as far as I’m concerned – or was.” I shrugged. “I guess a lot of that is on me for not having the balls or the brains to realise that what she did shouldn’t have affected how I lived the rest of my life. Her actions shouldn’t define me, and I let them, like a dick head.”
Maisie’s face was soft as brown eyes watched me and she let out a sigh.
“It was bound to affect you, Sam. I’m sorry I wasn’t more sympathetic but you have to understand that Frankie is my main and only priority.”
“Yeah I do,” I replied, placing a hand on the top of her foot. “I totally get it and I didn’t want your sympathy. You were right it should never have been an excuse, but it was a reason, that and the fact that I’m a prick.”
Maisie laughed quietly and pulled herself into a sitting position. “Do you wish it had been your baby?”
The question was tentative and her eyes were wary as we stared at each other in the lamplight. She looked so damn pretty with her pinked cheeks and messy bun, and wearing just sweat pants and a t-shirt, and I felt a burn in my chest as she licked her plump lips, waiting for my answer.
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “Because then I might not have Frankie and he’s starting to mean everything to me. He’s my main priority now too.”
Maisie inhaled sharply and before I even had chance to blink, she slammed her glass down and threw herself on top of me.
Maisie
the present
I couldn’t help myself, I just had to kiss him. The alcohol helped, the emotion we’d been through contributed also, but the need was all me. He seemed so sad and genuinely sorry for what he’d done, but more than that, it was evident he cared a great deal about Frankie. Maybe he even loved him, because what had happened with Josh seemed to have caused him so much pain. I’d seen the look of distress on his face during the hours we’d waited for news and he didn’t look like a man who didn’t care.
I knew I should have kept my distance and I knew that if I started something, I’d probably end up regretting it, but I just couldn’t not take the risk. All the reasons I’d found him attractive all those years before came flying back, like sand in the wind.
“Maisie,” Sam groaned as my mouth left his to move to his neck. “We shouldn’t do this.”
“You don’t want to?” I asked, with my fingers tangled in his hair. “Because how hard you are tells me you actually do.”
“Fuck.”
The next thing I knew, Sam had me flipped onto my back one hand cupping my face, while his other gripped my bottom. His hips took up a natural rhythm as he kissed along my jaw making a path to my earlobe which he pulled between his teeth.
“You have no fucking idea,” he groaned.
“Idea…about…what?” I gasped, arching my back, desperate for friction to ease the ache my whole body was feeling.
“Every fucking thing.”
Taking hold of my hands, Sam pushed them above my head, capturing both wrists and wrapping his fingers around them. His soft lips kissed down my neck and his free hand pushed my t-shirt up exposing my stomach. As he moved down my body, goose bumps broke out across my skin and hardened my nipples. My clit started to throb and everything he was doing wasn’t enough. I needed so much more.
“So fucking beautiful,” Sam said letting go of my hands and pushing my t-shirt over my head and throwing it onto the floor.
“Sam, please.”
He nipped gently at my skin and hooked his fingers into the waistband of my sweat pants, slowly dragging them down my legs. Each second was torture as he pulled them down, laying gentle kisses on my skin as inch by inch it was revealed.
When he finally had them all the way down, he sat back on his haunches and pulled them off throwing them to land with my t-shirt. He stared down at me, a sexy grin lifting the corners of his mouth. Thinking of the thin lines of stretch marks, silvering across my skin, I laid my arm across my stomach, hoping to hide them. Sam shook his head and lifted my arm.
“You’re beautiful.”
“But-.”
