Page 47 of With You

Winnie spun on her heel and practically ran to the back hallway, Kane following close behind. “Are they going back there to fuck?” Jesse asked.

“Yes, yes they are,” Jo answered her sister with a sigh. “Andddd we’ve lost Lily, too.” Lily was already sitting in Grayson’s lap, hands shoved into his hair while they kissed. Okay, then. Gage had disappeared and I couldn’t blame him, I wouldn’t want to be sitting next to that either.

“Sam, I apologize for the women that have abandoned you on your first girls’ night. If you want to leave, I completely understand.” She sounded so defeated, I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I’d rather be at home crying into a pint of ice cream while I watched the documentary on bees that I’d recorded.

I wrapped my good arm around Jo’s dejected shoulders. “No apology needed. I’m having a great time. In fact, how about we go dance.” She perked up at my suggestion, linking our fingers together with one hand and her sister’s with the other, dragging us behind her.

Even though shaking my ass in front of everyone in the shortest dress ever sounded like a nightmare, I found myself smiling and following her willingly. At least I was doing a good job of faking that I was okay.

27

ROE

I hadn’t been in Brooks’ Bar and Grill since the night that Sam and I had met up with Gage after coming back home.

Baz and I had barely returned to Little Falls when I was shoving the keys to my place in his hand and going in search of Sam. After knocking on her door and not getting an answer, I let myself in with the spare key I’d taken out of her kitchen drawer weeks ago. Even though we were supposed to be done, I couldn’t bring myself to give it back.

Not only was Sam not home, but her living room wasn’t in its usual pristine state. Makeup and clothes covered every available surface. I walked through each room looking for Sam and calling out. Her bed had no less than ten cocktail dresses laid out on it which made me freak out even more. All signs pointed to her getting dressed up and going out.

There was even an open bottle of vodka on her counter and a handful of cups that smelled like they each had a healthy pour of it. Shit, shit, shit. Was she drinking? She shouldn’t be consuming alcohol while she was still on medication.

Goddamnit, I shouldn’t have left. I wracked my brain thinking of where she could have gone, when my phone chimed with an incoming text message.

My thumb swiped the screen and to see Gage had sent me a picture. A picture of my fucking woman dancing in the tiniest dress I’d ever seen in my life. She looked like a goddess all wrapped in gold and sparkling under the glowing lights. The long expanse of her tanned, bare legs had me wanting them wrapped around my waist or my neck, I wasn’t picky.

My blood boiled when I noticed all the men in the picture staring at her, probably having the exact thoughts I was having now. I stormed out of her place, the door bouncing off the wall with a bang. Baz was right where I left him, leaning against the wall in the hallway looking amused which only further pissed me off.

“She’s at a bar. Dancing.” I spit the last word like it was a curse. The bastard’s smile grew wider and I had to remind myself that he was my friend and I shouldn’t punch him in his dumb, grinning face.

“Lead the way.” He swept his hand in front of him and it felt good knowing he had my back. Hopefully having Baz there would keep me from strangling the assholes that weren’t even worthy of being in her presence.

Not that I was either after what I’d done but I planned to make it up to her. I’d start by begging her forgiveness and then I’d worship her on my knees until my tongue went numb.

Gage hadn’t told me where they were, he hadn’t needed to. I recognized Brooks’ bar and I was thankful she hadn’t chosen to go somewhere farther away, somewhere that I wouldn’t have been able to find her.

When we got there, I threw open the doors to the bar, earning a few pissed off glares but I couldn’t give a fuck. My attention was laser focused and I moved through the crowd, automatically knowing where she was, Sam’s gravity pulling me in. The two women dancing on either side of her noticed me first, shrewdly assessing my intentions. Thankfully they didn’t try to intervene and I was grateful that I wouldn’t have another obstacle preventing me from getting to her.

Stopping directly behind her, I filled my lungs with the familiar scent that was all Sam, settling something inside me that had been lost since I’d last seen her. I circled Sam’s waist with one arm, her body instantly stiffening.

“Shh, dance with me, kitten,” I whispered into her ear before she could flip me over her shoulder and crush my nuts under those sexy fucking heels she had on. I fucking loved her in combat boots but nothing could have prepared me for the sight of Sam in heels.

Her gasp was audible as her nails dug into my forearm. I started to sway, bringing her tighter against me so that we moved together. Then, I tucked my face into her neck, my lips brushing the sensitive skin there, realizing how much I’d missed having her in my arms. She began to move her hips with mine and I groaned, my tongue dipping out to taste the sweat on her skin.

One of her hands released my arm and her fingers threaded through my hair, pulling the strands tight as she held me in place. There was no need, nothing could drag me away right now.

Our bodies moved as one, uncaring that the beat of the music was faster than our dancing. Each sensual roll of her ass against my crotch caused my dick to thicken, lengthen in preparation of the sweet heaven it had been missing. I dropped my hand down, her legs slick from the heat caused by the crowd of bodies around us. Then, I caressed the smooth skin of her inner thighs, right below where her dress stopped. Just a tease, a promise of what was to come, what we both needed desperately.

Sam spun in my arms without warning and I had my first glimpse of her beautiful face. She hid nothing, her pain, her longing, her…love. But above all that was her hunger. A hunger for what we’d both been missing for far too long.

There were words I needed to say to her. Words like, I’m sorry, forgive me, I love you, I never want to be away from you again. I’d say them all and more but at this moment, Sam needed something else from me. And I was the man who’d always give Sam what she needed, no one else. Me.

We leaned forward at the same time, our mouths meeting and warring with each other. Tongues fighting and teeth clashing, every minute of the time we’d spent apart feeding this kiss. When my hand gripped her ass, more skin meeting my palm than dress, I pulled away.

“Need to fuck you and I’m not going to do it on this dance floor where all these greedy fucks can see you come.”

Sam was nodding her head before I’d finished talking and she linked our fingers together tightly, pulling me behind her through a sea of shocked faces. I didn’t care who was staring now. That’s right, fuckers. She’s mine, you didn’t even stand a chance with her.

Her hand smacked against the panic bar on the exit door and an alarm sounded until the door banged closed behind us. The air outside was hot and muggy, a typical south Texas night and it clung to my already heated skin.

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