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With one last swirl of her tongue, she twisted her hand up and down his shaft until his back arched, and he finished with a groan, spilling into her palm.
“Fuck,” he said again, his breath heavy as he shifted away from her. “I’m sorry, Sam. I don’t—”
“Why are you apologizing?” She grabbed a napkin to clean off her hand.
He sat up and scrubbed his hands over his face. “It’s been a long time since I was with a woman, and I didn’t expect to go that fast.”
“I liked it. You’re this beast of a man, and I made you come in, like, three minutes. I mean, I’m basically a goddess.”
He dropped his chin toward his chest, eyeing her. “If you’re trying to make me feel better, you’re not.”
“Okay.” She settled back into his lap. “Then make it up to me, if you feel so bad.”
He let out one of his delicious grunts as he squeezed her sides, lifting her slightly to move her over him as he started to lie back down.
“Youarea goddess,” he said, “and you’re mine.”
She barely had time to process those words before headlights shone in their direction, and he let out a curse, swiftly moving her behind him. Still dazed, she couldn’t quite comprehend what was happening. They were mostly hidden behind the slant of the hill, but he still kept his arm out, shielding her.
The car parked, and he tensed, a panther ready to pounce. Sam kept her head tucked against his shoulder blade as a couple of car doors opened and closed, followed by some voices. It seemed like whoever they were hadn’t noticed them in the grass.
“It’s a bunch of kids,” Mike said quietly.
In the silence of the summer evening, their raucous laughter was easy enough to decipher, especially when the scent of weed wafted their way.
“Think they’re here for medicinal healing,” Mike said with a laugh in his voice. He finally moved, dropping his arm, and they both put themselves back together, righting their clothes, and fixing their hair. She brushed some grass from his back before he stood up, offering his hand down to help her stand so he could swipe at some grass on her butt, and she tossed him a look over her shoulder. He lifted his hands, all innocence and virtue. Then they grabbed their leftovers and garbage, packing it all back up in the bag.
“You okay?” he asked, wrapping his hand around her neck.
“I’m great.”
He gently rubbed the pad of his thumb in a circle below her ear, and even that tiny touch was a little too teasing and certainly not enough after their roll in the soccer field, and she sighed. He must’ve known why because he said, “Yeah, me too,” and then grabbed her hand to lead her back to his car.
“Hey, man. Didn’t see you there,” one of the kids said as he tried to hide the joint.
Mike waved him off. “Don’t worry about it.”
The kid nodded and kept the pot out of sight as Mike and Sam walked past them. It didn’t escape her notice that he put himself between her and the group of teenagers. A small detail, but one that lent itself to the type of man he was. Always shielding, even if it was against a handful of kids about to get the munchies.
Once they were seated in his car, he looped his arm around the back of her seat. “One of these days, I’ll get you completely alone.”
She laughed. At this point, she wasn’t sure that ever would happen. But damn if she wasn’t up for trying.
14
Mike slapped a tired hand on the table. After yet another Google search on “easy ways to build a website,” he swore under his breath. He’d been trying to work on growing his client base, and all signs pointed to better marketing. He needed more of a—or really, any—social media presence, but that was one thing he didn’t have patience for. He’d been an officer in the Marines, deployed twice as a specialist, but ask him to introduce himself in a ten-second video clip? He absolutely could not.
He was confident in his abilities—as Emily said, he was good at his job—but he didn’t know how to begin to talk about himself or set up a website that was more than a photo and a few lines of a biography. Although waiting for clients to come to him at the gym wasn’t cutting it, and he was never going to get out of his parents’ basement at his current rate.
Needing to take a break and stretch his legs, he stood up from his cushioned seat and checked his phone one more time. He and Samantha had been texting back and forth all day. She said she needed to help her dad repaint the living room and then run some errands, but when Mike told her he didn’t have any clients today and wanted to get out of his house, she suggested Starbucks. She agreed to meet him there. That was over an hour ago. The last text was about fifteen minutes ago.
I’m on my way. I swear.
He put his phone back into his pocket and got in line, reading over all the choices for coffee. He wasn’t much for these froufrou drinks but did have a hankering for a pastry. As he was about to order, Samantha snuck up next to him.
“Hey.”
He stepped back, taking in her flushed appearance. “Where were you? Running a marathon?”
