Page 38 of Dreaming Without Heartache

“Is that why you and Olivia’s dad divorced?”

“I loved him, but I was never in love. That wasn’t fair to either of us.”

I find Sam’s hand and hold it against my chest. “It’s a brave thing to do. To be honest with yourself. The courage it took to decide that you both deserve happiness in every way.”

“Thank you for saying that.” Sam runs her fingers down my cheek. “I want you to know where I am in life.”

“Well,” I say, pulling Sam’s lower body closer to mine. She moans as she moves freely. “The universe knew I needed this moment, and it did not disappoint.”

Sam grinds against my leg before pushing herself up on top of me. “I’ve been thinking about doing this since we first met.” Sam’s hair touches the sides of my face as she moves against me. “You’re the most gorgeous woman.” She kisses the top of my nose. “I’m sure I could never get enough of you.”

I grab her ass as we begin grinding. She sits up more fully, turning slightly as she lowers herself completely against me to meet our centers. She slides back and forth into the smoothness we created. With my knee bent, she grabs hold to go faster.

The doorbell rings three times back-to-back.

“Fuck!” I say quietly, as we continue, not letting it interrupt our rhythm. Sam’s urgently pushing into me. She’s intoxicating with her head tilted forward, her hand squeezing my breast.

“Come with me, baby,” she says as the doorbell goes off again. She calls out as her movements slow. I topple over, feeling my orgasm take control at the same time. Our legs squeeze together, holding us close.

Ding-dong it rings again. Then, a knock on the door.

“Are you kidding me?” Leaving a goddesslike body behind, I move off the couch and scramble to gather my clothes.

“Could it be the girls?” Sam’s voice is altered as she breathes hard.

“If it is, then something’s wrong. They haven’t been gone that long.” I throw my clothes on quickly as I rush out of the room. Both of our phones are in the living room, so we wouldn’t have known if someone called or not.

When I make it to the door and swing it wide, two teenage girls are just walking away. They turn when they hear me. The cheerleaders have on their school uniforms, one holding a board. Well, shit! They’re selling something. After spending a good minute listening to the spiel about needing help for their school, I donate money just to get them to go away.

“If you had a doorbell camera, we could still be having fun.” Sam smiles as I walk back to find her sitting in the living room, fully clothed, a drink in her hand.

“Well…” I point to the glass. “Now you can finish the wine you started.”

On cue, she takes a sip. “Yeah, but not as tasty.” She meets my eyes. I’m not one to blush, but that coming from her was incredibly sexy. I sit down next to her. “You’re adorable when you blush.” Sam’s voice is low. She has a bright smile plastered across her face. “I’m going to have to do that more often.”

I pick up my whiskey and point toward her face. “You’re flushed yourself.”

“I imagine it’s because of the mind-blowing sex we just had.”

My laugh is instant. “You surprise me.”

“Stick around. I have more in store.” Sam lifts her wine to her lips, a playful glint in her eyes as I watch, unable to look away. She sets her glass aside and climbs over to straddle me once more. Slow and certain, her lips find mine again. There’s a hint of fruit on her tongue, sweet and lingering, as we work our mouths together in divine perfection. She pulls back just enough to meet my gaze, her eyes bright with excitement, and her lips soft and pink. “What time are the girls getting back?”

The sparkle I see lets me know she’s not done with me yet. I have no complaints.

Chapter Fourteen

Saturday morning has proven to be promising. Both girls are in the kitchen eating breakfast. Kara’s enthusiasm is knowing we’re heading to the carnival this evening with Sam and Olivia. Their eyes lit up when I told them the plans.

I share their joy. Sam’s been texting me nonstop since we spent time together. I’ve not been this happy in a long while. Sam has given me hope again.

“I’m gonna ride so many things this year!” Maisie says between bites. “Aren’t you, Kara?”

“Probably so. If I can get Olivia on board. She gets scared of some of them.”

“Will you ride with me?” Maisie is hopeful. It tugs at my heart. She looks up to Kara and adores her attention. “I’m not scared.”

“Of course,” Kara says, letting a smile cross her usually guarded expression. I pretend not to notice. It may ruin the moment if she realizes that I’m paying attention.