I nod, furiously, because I need him inside of me, now. But before Sam can slide into my throbbing heat, he drops his head to my shoulder with a groan.
“Shit, I don’t have a condom with me.”
I reach down between us and run my hand up and down his cock before positioning it at my entrance. Only then do I wrap my other hand around his head and tug his ear down to my mouth.
“I don’t care.”
And I don’t. Yes, I’m on birth control and yes, I’m clean. More importantly, I trust this man and I love this man. I want to give him something I have never given another guy.
Sam searches my eyes and he must see my certainty because he leans down and kisses me just as he thrusts into me.
“Jesus,fuck,”he growls. I can’t form words, so I let my body do the talking as my hips rise to meet his movements. He presses kisses to my face, my neck, anywhere his lips can touch.
When Sam reaches down and lifts my leg up and over his shoulder, I gasp at the change in sensation. Suddenly, he’s deep. So deep he’s stroking my soul with every pass of his cock. I’m spiraling into bliss, and the sounds coming out of my mouth are almost animalistic. It’s raw, it’s passionate, it’s better than any sex I’ve ever had, because it’s not just sex. We’re making love.
I no longer know where I end and Sam begins. We are one, tangled together, letting our love fuel our actions higher and higher. The sheer intensity of my orgasm catches me by surprise and it seems as if I lose all awareness of my surroundings for a moment. When I eventually drift back to reality, Sam is laying on his side, his leg over top of mine, and his hand lazily tracing over my body.
“Hi,” I say with a satisfied sigh. He grins down at me, then presses a sweet and gentle kiss to my lips.
“What would you say if I told you my mom texted and told me not to come home tonight?”
A delicious shudder goes through my body at the very thought of spending the night with Sam.
“I would say that sounds like heaven and while I’m grateful to her, I’m a little embarrassed that your mom is interfering in our love life.”
He chuckles before dropping his head down on my shoulder.
“Babe, I know. Welcome to my life. My interfering mother means well, but I’m not gonna lie. Having some distance between us is a good thing. She’s been bugging me to start dating for the last couple of years, so I think meeting you has her already hearing wedding bells and planning on more grandchildren.”
Sam has raised his head and is looking at me closely. It doesn’t take a genius to realize he might be looking for my reaction to what he just said about marriage and kids. The thing is, that idea doesn’t freak me out at all. In fact, I can see our future together in much the same way. Toby will make an excellent big brother some day and I’d be lying if I didn’t say I could happily marry Sam and be with him for the rest of my life.
He must see how I feel in my eyes, because he nods before covering my body with his and rocking his hips into mine. My eyes widen when I feel his hardening cock rubbing against me.
“Already?”
“With you, I’m always ready for more.”
A fact that he proves to me all night long.
13
Sam
6 months later…
If you had asked me a year ago where I saw my life heading, I probably would’ve rambled on about my next book release, Toby starting kindergarten in the city, and some sort of half-assed plan to relocate to the country. I could have never predicted that I would be living in an eco-friendly, custom designed home on an island that has brought a sense of peace and balance to my life in a way only nature can. Icertainlywould not have known that moving to this island would also bring me the love of my life, the only woman I can see being a mother figure in Toby’s life, and the one woman who completes me in a way that I thought was impossible to ever have again.
Toby and I finally convinced Kayla to move in with us last month, just in time for Thanksgiving. We had dinner at Ella and Marcus’s home, which is conveniently just down the street from us. The girls are actively working on getting Tawny to move here, too, but I don’t see that happening; she’s too attached to their childhood home.
I’ve just finished the latest round of edits on my manuscript and am hitting send to throw it back to my editor when a key turning the lock on my front door makes me look up in surprise. Kayla walks through the door and surprise turns to lust. She’s been away for a week in Thailand for a photoshoot and despite our best efforts, I wasn’t able to join her. So seeing her home, ahead of schedule, is pretty much the best thing ever.
“Honey, I’m home,” she teases in a singsong voice, a grin stretching across her beautiful face.
I’m out of my chair and halfway across the room before the words are out of her mouth and my lips land on hers just in time with her laugh.
Only when I’ve satisfied my hunger for her kiss do I pull back and stroke her hair, staring at her, getting my fill of her beauty. Kayla loves her job and with the support of me and her sisters, she’s worked it out so that she only does one international assignment every other month. The rest of the time she’s shooting in North America and most recently, she started freelance writing articles for one of the magazines that buys her photos. She also has plans to open a studio here on the island. All of it keeps her busy enough and keeps her home a lot more, which makes both of us happy.
“Babe, I thought I was getting you from the ferry with Toby after school?” My tone is chiding, but my body says differently. There’s no doubt she can feel my burgeoning erection pushing into her hips; I want her. Need her.
