Page 18 of With You

“No problem, Sam. It was fun for me, too. If I’d been on my own, I obviously would’ve still gone but having you with me was way better.”

I thought about how she’d let me hold her hand both in the parking lot and while we’d been inside the museum. It was completely out of character for her, Sam avoided people’s touch like they had the plague. She’d duck out of hugs and slap away anyone’s hand that might come in contact with her. I’d threatened to tickle her once and she’d collapsed the back of my knee with her foot, sending me to the ground in about two seconds. The fact that she’d willingly kept her hand in mine was fucking with my head.

I’d woken this morning with her warm body still plastered to my front. My cock had been doing a great impression of a tent pole as it held up my briefs, our clothing the only barrier between it and Sam’s pussy that was draped on top of it. Her small ass shorts had ridden up her thighs and were barely concealing the heaven underneath.

I’d gently rolled her to the other side of the bed and sprinted to the bathroom, taking another punishing ice-cold shower. When I was done and she still wasn’t awake, I’d decided to find breakfast for us before I gave in and climbed back into the bed.

Part of me was afraid that if she woke up and I was still in the room, we’d have a repeat performance of the infamous morning after we’d lost our virginity to each other. Yup, I’d been just as much a virgin as she had that night, a fact that she still didn’t know and I had no intention of telling her. I’d rather repeat basic training all over again than see the look of pity on her face.

My phone chimed, luckily keeping me from saying that everything was better with her around. I pulled it out of my pocket and checked the message. Gage, he needed me to run some names for him. It was a stark reminder that Sam wasn’t sitting in this booth with me because she chose to. We weren’t on a date; she’d only gone with me today because we were stuck in this town until our assignment was complete. My good mood from earlier soured.

“What’s wrong, is it Gray? I thought we weren’t supposed to check in until tomorrow.” She was looking at her own phone now, worry in place of her easygoing smile.

“No, it’s just Gage. He needs me to run some names, we better go back to the room.” Sam stood, throwing down some bills on the table for the tip. I wanted to insist that I’d take care of it but again, this wasn’t a date and Sam wouldn’t like me pushing.

My palm itched to reach for hers as we walked to the rental car. It seemed to be my new habit and I felt like ants were crawling all over my skin as she walked ahead of me. Her own hand swung freely and I curled my fingers into a fist, clenching them so that I wouldn’t grab it.

We drove back to the hotel in silence and I hated every minute of it. This was how it always felt anytime I made some headway with Sam, something would come along and have her withdrawing into herself again.

A thousand words were spinning through my brain as I tried to think of the right ones to convince her that we could be something more. It didn’t even have to be the kind of something that I wanted, craved, we could just be friends. Great, now I was lying to myself, there was no way Sam was going to believe that.

When we were back in the room, I shut the door behind us and started to unload my laptop from my bag. Sam went into the bathroom without a word and my mood continued to decline. I started working on what Gage had requested to distract myself.

It was a simple task and over much sooner than I would have liked considering there was nothing else to keep my attention off the object of my obsession that was walking out of the bathroom with her hair unbraided, draped in shiny waves down her back. How much longer could I stand this torture?

“I think we should have sex,” Sam stood in the middle of the room, shoulders back, as serious as the last time she’d suggested it. But I noticed the anxiety hidden beneath her bravado.

I stood slowly, sure that I was either hallucinating or we had somehow been transported to another dimension where Sam wanted me to touch her again. My brain started going down the latter path, there is solid evidence of alternate universes where multiple versions of ourselves coexist at the same time…

“Roe, did you hear me?” Sam took two steps toward me and I decided that I didn’t give a flying fuck why this was happening, only that it was.

I closed the remaining distance between us and took her lips in a punishing kiss. My brain was screaming that I should be gentle, take my time and commit every second to memory. But the rest of me was screaming louder and telling me to take her now, give her so much pleasure that she doesn’t regret asking me to be the one to service her incredible body.

We were brutal with each other. Hands gripping hard, the sound of seams ripping as we tore our clothes from our bodies. She bit my lip and I pulled back at the sting, the taste of copper on my tongue. I practically tackled her to the bed after that and we wrestled back and forth, equally matched as we traded off who was in control.

This was different than before. We’d been hungry for each other that night but this bordered on violent. A violent need for our bodies to be one, to break the tension that had been building for a fucking decade.

I was never more grateful for my large hands as I shoved them against her inner thighs, forcing her long legs open so that I could see all of her. Her muscles strained against my palms and the fire in her eyes said that she wanted to keep fighting me but I was done. I needed her. Now.

Removing one hand slowly to see if she’d stay spread for me, my fingers found her core and I shoved two digits inside of her. Sam’s head thrashed against her pillow as I fingered her, it was rough, it was savage and I was merciless, not stopping until I pulled her first orgasm of the night from her.

Blue eyes flew open and I was happy as fuck when I saw that same fire was still burning. Without warning, she grabbed my shoulders, pulling me down on top of her and attacking my mouth. My cock jumped against her wet folds, desperate to be inside of her.

She wrapped her legs around my waist and drew my hips in, the tip of my dick slipping inside her entrance.

“Wait, condom,” I reminded both of us before I lost every brain cell I had to her magical cunt. Protecting Sam was my first priority even if my cock wept in despair at the fact.

“IUD,” she whispered and bucked her hips upward. Just like that I was nine inches deep inside her again.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good.” My hips thrust as ruthlessly as my fingers had. My head screamed that we could have been doing this for years, part of me was furious that she’d taken this away from us and I wanted to punish her for it. My hands grabbed her hips in a bruising hold as I braced my knees in the bedding.

My gaze met hers and surprise crossed her features followed by understanding. I must have looked as feral as I felt. “As hard as you need, Roe. I can handle it.”

I got impossibly harder at her words even as my heart shattered. Sam could tell what I was feeling and was asking me to take it out on her body. After all this time, I should be making love to her, not giving her a quick fuck in a hotel. Ignoring the damage to my soul, I started to fuck her, hard. Her tits shook wildly as I slammed into her, the sound of my hips slapping her ass mixing with our labored breathing.

“Goddamnit, I’m close already. Need you with me,” my thumb found her clit and I rubbed it hurriedly, needing to make this as good as possible for her. Sam locked eyes with me and nodded her head, letting me know that she was right there with me.

In the next moment, we were both coming, our shouts mingling together, the pleasure so intense that it bordered on painful. I’d never felt anything like it, not even the one night we’d had together. This was something new, freeing and damning at the same time, light and dark, good and bad. Every ounce of pain, remorse, longing was emptied inside of her, leaving me wrung out.

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