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We hugged again. I went back to Sam and BeLew with Lori’s boys in tow. We took our time walking to the Classis rooms so Sam could keep up. They were all excited about school and although the trauma of yesterday was still there; it had started to fade.
“Now remember what I told you, boys?” I asked.
“Don’t say shit,” Lewis responded.
“Or damn,” Beau added.
“Seriously, BeLew?” I shook my head and poked them in the shoulders. “Do your best and have fun. Listen to the teachers. Make new friends. Any of that ringing a bell?”
They poked back, tickling my sides, and I knew we were on the mend. “They aren’t wrong,” Sam added. He touched the small of my back, leading me down the hallway. His face relaxed when he looked at me, giving me a smile. We were happy together. We were in this together.
The rush into the school rooms felt like a whirlwind of a drop-off. They ran us through like cattle, and in less than five minutes, we were child-free. I thought there might be some tears or an orientation, but we were lucky the door didn’t hit our asses on the way out.
That left two whole hours before I had to report to the top deck. The first day of school started early, while the first day of work started late.
I wrapped my arm around Sam’s middle to help steady his walk. “Do you want some more coffee?”
He shook his head. “I would like to lie down. I only have another week until I start my shifts, and I need this leg to be better. I don’t want to start in a chair.”
“Are you insane? Eight to ten-hour days on your feet, no way. Please be reasonable.”
Sam rested an arm on the wall and stopped for a moment, wincing. I rolled my eyes and continued. “You can hardly walk for ten minutes without a break.”
His face fell. “My brain tells me I’m fine and I can do these things. My body won’t agree. It’s infuriating.”
“Come on,” I said, pulling him back up. “Only a few more minutes to go, and then I’ll rest with you. We need to check out your bandage too.” I had changed it late the night before after the wound re-opened, and I worried about the setback in his healing. When we got to the cabin, Sam dropped his pants and sat sideways on the bed.
In any other circumstance, his familiarity would put me off, but it felt like we were a couple. Not exactly married with two kids, but my slip up with him the other day changed things. I permitted myself to say yes to him. He understood we were still in danger, from the weather, from our lies, from Dean. He also knew I wanted him. It united us.
His leg looked good. Better than expected. As I worked, he took off his shirt, and I raised one eyebrow at him.
“Presumptuous?” I smirked.
“Dirty,” he replied. “I’ll give myself a sink bath when you head out. Do we know when laundry opens?”
“I imagine it’s underway for crew and starts for all others this week. Everyone should start work by Wednesday. I’ll find out, and I’ll grab your work clothes today too, if I can, so you’ll have something clean.”
I rinsed our washcloth in scalding water and brought it over to Sam, placing it on his neck.
He placed his hand on top of mine, stroking it back and forth. “I’m that gross you need me to start now?”
“Not at all. I just thought it would feel good,” I said.
“You know what else would feel good?” And he crashed his mouth to mine before I could object, not that I could refuse him anymore. I slept next to him, every night, and wondered... how would he feel inside me? How would his mouth feel in my most intimate places? I longed for that connection again, even though I tried to ignore it, to fight the need. It remained in my thoughts. Heat filled my body, and I lost any resolve I had left.
He threw the washcloth to the floor and took hold of my waist, lifting me to his lap again, picking up where we left off. I felt the blood from his leg slick under my thigh, and I tried to push myself away, afraid of hurting him. He pulled me back with renewed intensity. A growl left his lips, echoing from his chest, which pressed against my peaked nipples.
Our lips moved together in rhythm, and my body rocked with the pace. His hands pulled my shirt over my head, and his mouth dipped to my breast before the clothing hit the floor. I whimpered, gripping his hair, and pressed him tighter against me. I lost control at his touch. His powerful body held mine, and he pushed his hard cock against my center.
“The table,” he breathed as he licked and sucked. “Move the table.”
The thought of separating our bodies made my skin ache. If I left his embrace too long, I may come to my senses. I couldn’t twist around to throw the table between the bed and the door, so I was forced to get up from his lap. Sam hissed as I left his clutches, and his fingers pushed into my slick skin, clawing me back to him before I could get too far. I escaped and wedged the table in place, and when I turned back around, I found him naked.
“Take your pants off,” he commanded, stroking himself.
Fuck, he’s beautiful.
Every muscle in Sam’s body stiffened, misted in sweat and carved from stone. Even injured, strength permeated from every inch of his form. Just the sight of his rigid cock made my jaw drop. I stood in front of him and gasped, staring at what waited for me.
