Samuel: Second Chance Romance/Secret Child (Cooper Brothers #2)

by Nikki Ashton

  Frankie had been in bed for almost an hour and I was still finding it difficult to leave. I was fucking scared beyond belief that Josh would be let out and make his way back to the house. Every little sound had me jumping up from my seat on the sofa and going to the window, or standing in the hallway and listening.

  “Do you think they’ll let him out?” Maisie asked, worrying her bottom lip.

  “They’d better fucking hadn’t,” I growled. “But I doubt it.”

  “So why are you so edgy then?” She managed a small smile, but I knew she was just as worried.

  “I think I should stay again,” I said firmly. “Until we know for sure what’s happening with him.”

  I was surprised when Maisie didn’t argue, but nodded. “Don’t know about you, but I fancy a drink. You want one?” she asked.

  “When you say drink, you talking about alcohol, because I’ve got to be honest Maisie after tonight, I could murder one.”

  “Alcohol it is then,” she replied. “I think we both deserve one.”

  After almost half a bottle of vodka between us, my gut was warm and my head light. In fact, everything felt warm and relaxed. Maisie’s cheeks were also pinker than usual and she was laughing loudly at pretty much everything I said. She was currently giggling as I told her the story of when Elijah and I were fourteen and sixteen and went skinny dipping on holiday and our clothes floated out to sea.

  “So what did you do?” she asked, leaning closer.

  We’d somehow both ended up on the sofa, at opposite ends, and Maisie had her legs up with her tiny feet almost touching my thighs.

  “What else could we do? We ran to the hotel and scared half the resort to death as we streaked through with our white arses on show. Mum and Dad went ballistic with us when we got back.”

  “How did they find out?”

  “They were waiting in reception for us because we’d forgotten to take the key to our room. Mum pointed toward our dicks and shouted ‘I haven’t seen those things for years and I don’t want to see them now’.”

  Maisie doubled over laughing, giving me a great view of her cleavage and a hint of pink lace and I suddenly felt hot. The curve of her creamy white tits was perfect, her skin looked soft and smooth and when I got a waft of her delicate perfume my dick twitched in my jeans.

  Clearing my throat, I reached for the bottle of vodka and held it up to Maisie. She nodded enthusiastically and held her glass toward me.

  “You’re really close then, you and Elijah,” she said as I poured the alcohol.

  “Yeah, there’s only twenty-two months between us, so we’ve always been best mates as well as brothers. I lost touch with a lot of my mates when I decided I wanted to buy the business, they were out every night and I was saving my money, but Eli has always been there for me.”

  “You were there for him too.”

  Maisie lay back against the cushion, resting her glass on her stomach and I was momentarily mesmerised by the rise and fall of it along with her chest, with each breath she took.

  Shit, how had I not remembered just how good her tits were?

  As Maisie poked my leg with her toe, I looked up.

  “Sorry, um, yeah I was there for him when Amy left. I couldn’t not be, he was a fucking mess.”

  “I think it’s beautiful that they got a second chance,” Maisie sighed. “How many couples who break up manage to get that?”

  I shrugged, feeling my jeans get a little tighter as she raised an arm behind her head, causing her t-shirt to rise and show me a flash of her stomach. A tiny bit of skin didn’t normally make my dick hard, but I was mellow with booze and couldn’t stop thinking about what might be beneath her clothes.

  “So,” I said, coughing and edging away from her. “How about you, you still see your mates from back in the day?”

  Maisie curled her lip. “Nah, not really. When I got pregnant they were all busy going out. Hey,” she said laughing and reaching up to slap my arm. “Maybe they were out with your mates.”

  “Yeah, maybe.” I grinned at her, liking the way her happiness made me feel. “You’ve just had your family then for the last few years.”

  Guilt hit me again, knowing that I should have been there to help out too.

  “I’ve made a couple of friends with the mums from school, Hannah from a few doors down has been great. She’s had Frankie after school for me for a few times. Her little girl is in Frankie’s class.”

  I looked down, avoiding Maisie’s gaze, hoping she wouldn’t see by my expression that I already knew. Hannah was my friend and had been the one who’d given me bits of information on Frankie for years. I glanced at Maisie and then up at the ceiling, toward where Frankie was sleeping. I’d kept too many secrets over the years and it was probably time I stopped before I really fucked my life up.

  “I um, I know Hannah,” I said tentatively.

  Maisie shot up into a sitting position, and props to her, didn’t spill a drop of her vodka that was clutched in her hand.

  “You do?”

  I nodded and exhaled. “Yeah, we used to be really good mates, but like I said I haven’t seen much of my mates since I bought the business. She’s told me a couple of things about Frankie over the years.”

  “Like what?” Maisie asked indignantly.

  “Nothing major. Just that he was a great kid and was in Rosie’s class.”

  Maisie’s eyes went wide. “Have you slept with her?”

  Her question surprised me, but her bottom lip jutted out sulkily making me smile.

  “Shit, no,” I replied. “We are strictly mates, have been since primary school. I don’t look at her like that, apart from which I like Connor, her fella.”

  Then as if I hadn’t told her I’d been practically spying on her and Frankie for years, she flopped back down and huffed.

  “It doesn’t matter,” she said, taking a long gulp of vodka. “It’s quite nice that you asked about him. Shows you actually cared when you didn’t think you did.”

  I looked at her and watched carefully, wondering whether it was a joke and in any minute she was going to go mad and kick me out for having the nerve to ask about my son, but not having enough nerve to step up and be his dad. She didn’t though, she took another sip of her drink and then sighed.

  “You ever wonder what would have happened if your coach’s baby had been yours?”

  A little shocked by her question, I squirmed in my seat and swigged back the rest of my vodka.

  “Well?” she urged.

  “No, I tried to put her out of my mind as soon as I left the hospital. She ruined my life as far as I’m concerned – or was.” I shrugged. “I guess a lot of that is on me for not having the balls or the brains to realise that what she did shouldn’t have affected how I lived the rest of my life. Her actions shouldn’t define me, and I let them, like a dick head.”

  Maisie’s face was soft as brown eyes watched me and she let out a sigh.

  “It was bound to affect you, Sam. I’m sorry I wasn’t more sympathetic but you have to understand that Frankie is my main and only priority.”

  “Yeah I do,” I replied, placing a hand on the top of her foot. “I totally get it and I didn’t want your sympathy. You were right it should never have been an excuse, but it was a reason, that and the fact that I’m a prick.”

  Maisie laughed quietly and pulled herself into a sitting position. “Do you wish it had been your baby?”

  The question was tentative and her eyes were wary as we stared at each other in the lamplight. She looked so damn pretty with her pinked cheeks and messy bun, and wearing just sweat pants and a t-shirt, and I felt a burn in my chest as she licked her plump lips, waiting for my answer.

  “No,” I said, shaking my head. “Because then I might not have Frankie and he’s starting to mean everything to me. He’s my main priority now too.”

  Maisie inhaled sharply and before I even had chance to blink, she slammed her glass down and threw herself on top of me.

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nbsp; Maisie

  the present

  I couldn’t help myself, I just had to kiss him. The alcohol helped, the emotion we’d been through contributed also, but the need was all me. He seemed so sad and genuinely sorry for what he’d done, but more than that, it was evident he cared a great deal about Frankie. Maybe he even loved him, because what had happened with Josh seemed to have caused him so much pain. I’d seen the look of distress on his face during the hours we’d waited for news and he didn’t look like a man who didn’t care.

  I knew I should have kept my distance and I knew that if I started something, I’d probably end up regretting it, but I just couldn’t not take the risk. All the reasons I’d found him attractive all those years before came flying back, like sand in the wind.

  “Maisie,” Sam groaned as my mouth left his to move to his neck. “We shouldn’t do this.”

  “You don’t want to?” I asked, with my fingers tangled in his hair. “Because how hard you are tells me you actually do.”

  “Fuck.”

  The next thing I knew, Sam had me flipped onto my back one hand cupping my face, while his other gripped my bottom. His hips took up a natural rhythm as he kissed along my jaw making a path to my earlobe which he pulled between his teeth.

  “You have no fucking idea,” he groaned.

  “Idea…about…what?” I gasped, arching my back, desperate for friction to ease the ache my whole body was feeling.

  “Every fucking thing.”

  Taking hold of my hands, Sam pushed them above my head, capturing both wrists and wrapping his fingers around them. His soft lips kissed down my neck and his free hand pushed my t-shirt up exposing my stomach. As he moved down my body, goose bumps broke out across my skin and hardened my nipples. My clit started to throb and everything he was doing wasn’t enough. I needed so much more.

  “So fucking beautiful,” Sam said letting go of my hands and pushing my t-shirt over my head and throwing it onto the floor.

  “Sam, please.”

  He nipped gently at my skin and hooked his fingers into the waistband of my sweat pants, slowly dragging them down my legs. Each second was torture as he pulled them down, laying gentle kisses on my skin as inch by inch it was revealed.

  When he finally had them all the way down, he sat back on his haunches and pulled them off throwing them to land with my t-shirt. He stared down at me, a sexy grin lifting the corners of his mouth. Thinking of the thin lines of stretch marks, silvering across my skin, I laid my arm across my stomach, hoping to hide them. Sam shook his head and lifted my arm.

  “You’re beautiful.”

  “But-.”

  He leaned forward, a soft kiss halting my words.

  “The things I want to do to you,” he whispered against my ear, before sitting up and unbuttoning his shirt, slowly and deliberately.

  The anticipation was almost enough to make me come as Sam revealed his beautiful toned body, his tattoos moving with each ripple of his muscles. I thrust my hips forward trying to entice him to do all those things he was thinking about and he knew I was desperate and gave me a knowing smile as I whimpered with need.

  “You sure about this?” he asked as his hand went to the button of his jeans.

  I nodded. I was more than sure. I knew it wasn’t going to be the love affair of the century, it would be one night and that would be all, but in that moment I wanted it. I wanted him more than anything. More than the pain I would feel when he acted like it hadn’t happened. More than the jealousy I would endure when he moved on with someone else. More than the shame I would feel when it hit me how rash I’d been. More than anything I needed him to fuck me. Help me to forget about the fear I’d felt for those hours that Frankie had been missing.

  His eyes looked over every inch of me as I lay there in nothing but my underwear, waiting expectantly for him to undress. Finally, he unzipped his jeans and lowered them over his slim hips revealing his magnificent abdominal V. I’d seen them on guys in pictures before, when Denny had been lusting after them on the internet in the office, but never had I seen one in the flesh. I’d caught a hint of it when he’d taken Frankie swimming, but up close I simply needed to lick my tongue along it, appreciating it as if it was the best ice cream I’d ever tasted.

  While I admired him lustfully, Sam climbed off the sofa and dropped his jeans to the floor, stepping out of them and toeing off his socks. He stood over me, giving me time to stare at his amazing body, his definition perfected from his years of swimming and his hard muscles perfected from I had no idea how. I licked my lips and as Sam prowled toward me his desire for me was evident in his hard, smooth dick and memories of what he was capable of in bed poked at my desire, making me wetter.

  My eyes followed his every move, watching him bend forward and grab my ankles. He swung my legs around and pulled me gently so that my bum was on the edge of the seat and my feet on the floor. As I pushed into a sitting position, he kneeled down in front of me and spread my legs.

  “Get rid of the bra, Maisie.”

  His voice was deep and full of meaning so swallowing hard, I reached behind me and unclasped it, letting the straps fall down my arms. The pink satin and lace dropped onto my lap and with the look of wonderment in Sam’s eyes, I let out a gasp of excitement.

  “Now the knickers,” he commanded.

  Mesmerised by his voice, I lifted my hips and slowly dragged my underwear down, and with every inch I kept my gaze on Sam who was fisting his rock hard cock. The sight of his hand wrapped around himself made my breath quicken and evoked a need in me that I’d never experienced before.

  I knew at that moment I would do whatever he asked of me. I was relaxed from the vodka, but drunk on him. I was frantic for his touch, to have his mouth on me, to have him inside of me.

  Keeping his eyes fixed on me, Sam bent forward and kissed along the inside of my thigh while his large hands covered mine as they gripped the sides of the seat cushion.

  “I’m going to make you come so hard,” he whispered against my skin. “So fucking hard.”

  I couldn’t formulate any words, I was too engulfed by the need and desire that Sam evoked in me and when his tongue reached my clit and gave it one long lick, it took my breath away.

  “Sam,” I gasped, thrusting my hips upwards.

  He moved his hands to my thighs, pulling them wider so he could edge forward and take my tiny bundle of nerves into his mouth and suck on it. When I let out a throaty moan, he inserted two fingers inside of me and moved them with a steady rhythm. I felt as though my body was on fire as waves of pleasure swelled inside of me. With each thrust I moved my hips forward, desperate for more, threading my fingers into his hair and pushing his head against me.

  When I thought I was going to explode, Sam moved back and in one swift move pulled me from the sofa and down, hard, onto his dick, the shock and pleasure causing me to cry out. My legs wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck and I clung to him as he used his strength to move me up and down. His fingertips dug into my waist as a slick sheen of sweat formed between us, our low moans mixing with the noise of our naked bodies as they slapped together.

  “Fucking hell.” The words fell from Sam’s mouth. Breathing heavily, his strong, corded muscles continued to do all the work.

  It was fast and hard and every time he went back inside of me, his dick caused a ricochet of pleasure. Every part of me was sparking. I was a tinderbox getting ready be set alight.

  “Sam.” My orgasm hit me and stripped me of air, of logical thinking, and my senses.

  I had never come so hard in my life. Never felt so much, been so consumed – ever.

  As I cried out, Sam began synchronising his hips with the driving force of his arms, slamming me down onto him. Another wave mingled with the first that had still not ebbed away and the pleasure of the pain was too much to take.

  “Oh my god.”

  Sam groaned loudly and called out something indecipherable as he came inside me. His hands moving to t
he small of my back to push me closer to him as he drove his hips up in the final throes of his own orgasm.

  With both of us breathing heavily, I linked my arms around his neck and dropped my forehead to his shoulder that was damp with the sweat of his exertions.

  “Wow,” I said, my body heaving and rubbing my sensitive nipples against Sam’s chest.

  “You’re not joking,” Sam replied, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing me softly underneath my ear. “Absolutely fucking perfect.”

  We sat joined and entwined for what could have been hours, I had no idea because at some point my eyes closed and I fell into a peaceful slumber. I wasn’t totally asleep because I felt it when Sam lifted to his feet and carried me to the sofa. I heard when he gave a quiet groan as he pulled out of me and I snuggled closer to him when he laid us both down and pulled one of the blankets I’d brought downstairs for him, over the top of us.

  When I felt him reach to turn the lamp off, I thought momentarily about the need to move, to go upstairs to my own bed, but my limbs were heavy, I was totally sated and was paralysed and spent.

  “Just a few minutes,” I muttered, making myself comfier on top of Sam’s body.

  I felt the kiss to my forehead and heard him whisper about being a fool and then I fell asleep.

  Sam

  the present

  I was already in the kitchen making some tea and toast, when I heard her footsteps on the stairs. It had to be Maisie because it was too early for Frankie. I’d come to realise in the last couple of weeks how much my son enjoyed his sleep. The steps were also hesitant, another indication it was Maisie. Not only would Frankie have been thudding down the stairs, but I knew Maisie would be second guessing what we had done the night before.

  As far as I was concerned there was nothing to think about – we’d had amazing sex; twice, and I wanted to figure out what that meant with her; I know I had my thoughts and hoped she was on the same page. After the first time, Maisie had snoozed on my chest for a while but then she’d woken up and wanted round two and I certainly wasn’t going to disappoint her. She took control that time and with her on top, had made me come harder than the first time, which had been fucking epic. I then carried her up to bed, wrapped around me like a sleepy pider monkey. I hadn’t wanted Frankie to find us sleeping naked on the sofa together, or even fully dressed, because even I knew it was a sensitive situation that needed to be handled with care with a kid of Frankie’s age – and that was even before we told him about me being his dad.