Page 81 of Allegiant

Until it does.

Suddenly, they freeze, and then Samson scrambles up, his eyes furious. Not at me, never at me, but at the world.

Just as he’s about to explode, Dotty appears, gathering Nugget up and cooing at him, then disappearing before anyone can blink. As she goes, I swear I see a small smile on her lips, and I wonder if she opened that door and let him in.

I don’t know. I just move my gaze back to Samson, who is staring at his wet pants, then moving his gaze to the spit-riddled gaming pieces on the floor next to Harley, who is still lying there, a grin on his lips, his hands folded behind his head.

“I think you better take Samson away, maybe for a nice long shower before he explodes,” Ansel says quietly. He sweeps his hand toward the now-dripping tabletop, and I nod.

I stare at him incredulously. “Is it always like this?”

“Yes.” His lips twitch.

“And they keep doing it?”

“Wylder insists on it. Says it’s a good bonding experience.”

I look over at Wylder, who is pinching the bridge of his nose. Neo is whispering in his ear. Whatever he’s saying has the tension around Wylder’s lips softening.

I take Samson’s arm and smile brightly. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He grumbles but doesn’t resist, just lets me pull him out of the large room and toward the stairs. I have no idea where I’m going, but it seems right. I only realize I’m going up the wrong set of stairs when Samson links his hand with mine and guides me to the other side of the house.

We walk up a set of stairs in silence, his hand flexing against mine.

Then we step into a familiar hallway, and a moment later, we’re in his room, the door shut behind us.

He shucks his clothes in a matter of seconds, leaving him enticingly nude before me.

“You okay?” I ask as he stares at his wet pants in derision.

“I’ll be better in the shower. You going to join me? Think you owe me after your dog took a piss on me and ate my game pieces.”

I cock my head and wet my lips before deciding I probably do owe him. That was ridiculous and very rude of Nugget.

So I let my hands peel my shirt off, tossing it onto the floor.

His eyes darken, and his cock thickens between his legs.

When I shove my pants off and step up to him, my hands landing on his chest, he’s fully hard. I drop several kisses over his pecs, pausing to drag my teeth across his nipple. The hiss it draws from him is delicious. “Poor baby. Let me get you all cleaned up.”

I rise up on my toes, like I’m on stage, and kiss him thoroughly. I can feel him soften beneath me. His hands come to my waist. His tongue meets mine. His thick thigh slides between mine, my hard cock dripping all over him.

That’s one mess he doesn’t seem to mind.

We kiss until we’re mindless. Until I need him inside me so badly, I think I might die without it.

Stumbling into the shower, we only break apart long enough to wash each other. The scrape of Samson’s palms against my skin makes my entire body tremble. Or maybe it’s the anticipation of what’s coming. The pleasure I only feel with this man.

Because it’s true. No one takes me apart as thoroughly as Samson does.

Finally, he grabs the lube from beside the shampoo. I whine in desperation as he slides slicked-up fingers against my hole. My back arches, offering my ass up in tribute.

I want this man to wreck me. I need it.

“Sure you want this?” His fingers are already stretching me wide. “I can’t promise to be gentle. I’m too worked up.”

“Fuck gentle,” I rasp, the words dissolving into a moan as he brushes against my prostate. “Give me everything.”