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"I dropped some pasta," I said. "Everything's fine."
The man glanced at the pasta, which was sticking to the opposite wall of the kitchen, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he turned around and hurried back outside. When I turned myself, I saw that Sam was picking pasta up off the floor.
I knelt down next to him. "I'm sorry, Sam, I know this has been tough. I know you miss Ryan and Elliot and I know you want your regular life back."
I'd hoped my words would help calm him, but they only seemed to be making things worse because he dropped the colander back on the ground and covered his eyes with his hand. "What about you, Matias? Will I get you back?" he asked, his voice thick with tears.
"What do you mean? I'm right here."
"Nothing," he said with a shake of his head. “Nothing. I'm sorry."
I was left more confused than ever as Sam walked out of the kitchen like nothing had happened.
What had he been talking about? I was up and following him before I even realized what I was doing. I caught myself just as I reached the hallway leading to his room. I wanted to demand that he explain himself to me, but I couldn't risk upsetting him any further.
I returned to the kitchen and began cleaning up the pasta, but my frustration and anger got the best of me, and before I knew it, I was striding toward his room. He wasn't in it, but the closed bathroom door told me where he was. I tried the knob but found that it was locked. I told myself to just let it go and return to the kitchen, but I couldn't get Sam's voice out of my head.
Will I get you back?
"Sam, open the door."
"I'm fine, Matias. Just leave me alone, okay?"
It wasn’t okay. None of this was okay. I looked down at the knob and realized it would take just seconds to pick, but I didn't even have the patience to last those few seconds. I wanted answers now. I no longer cared what that said about me or what kind of damage it would do to the thin strands of our relationship.
I wanted answers and I wanted him.
With that in mind, I put my hand on the doorknob and then threw all my weight against the wood. Thankfully, it wasn't a very sturdy door to begin with, so it gave under the first try. I wasn't sure what I'd been expecting to find when I forced the door open, but the sight of Sam sitting naked in the slowly filling bathtub was not at the top of the list.
I expected him to rail at me or ask me what the hell was going on, but he just sat there and stared at me in disbelief. His eyes went from me to the door and then back to me again. I didn't give him time to call me out on my behavior. I stepped to the bathtub and grabbed his arm. As I pulled him to his feet, water went everywhere, but I didn't care. I dragged him against me and growled, "What did you mean when you asked if you would get me back?"
To my surprise, Sam didn't try to escape my hold. Nor did he try to cover himself up. In fact, he seemed to lean into me as he let out a deep breath. "This," he whispered. "You. I needed you back."
I still didn't get what he meant, but when his mouth covered mine, I no longer cared. It felt like coming home. All the soft, sweet kisses he'd given me over the past ten days during our pretend dates had been nice enough, but this… this was like finding myself all over again. It was like that first moment when I'd seen him the night Blake had attacked his family. Everything in my world righted itself again.
It took a minute for Sam's words to really sink in. He wanted me back. Me. The guy he’d met that night. The demanding, brash, crude, insistent man who said what was on his mind and took what he wanted.
He wanted me.
I didn’t question why all my flaws worked for Sam or wonder why he wasn’t expecting me to change. Truth was, I didn’t care. All I cared about was that he was back in my arms where he belonged.
“Undress me,” I demanded as I stroked my fingers up and down his back.
Sam let out a soft whimper and then his nimble fingers were on my pants. I took care of removing my shirt. Water sloshed in the tub as Sam dropped to his knees. As soon as he had my pants open, his mouth was searching out my dick. I couldn’t contain the moan that spilled from my lips as he sucked me to the back of his throat. I shoved my pants past my hips and then leaned over him so I could toy with his ass as he hoovered my cock. He let out the sexiest little grunts as I teased his hole at the same time that I shuttled my dick in and out of his lush mouth.
