by Amiee Louise
I do as he says, and a devilish grin spreads across his face.
“Who’s in control now?”
I bite my lip.
“I said, who’s in control?” His voice is commanding, and he sounds hot as hell. Our eyes lock.
“You are.”
He nods, and I am panting with anticipation.
“Good girl, see how easily you submit to me?” He lifts my leg over his shoulder burying his face between my legs as his expert tongue licks my clit. “Christ, you’re fucking soaking.”
He laps at my pussy, and I writhe underneath him.
“I need you to stay still, baby,” he whispers against me, and I do as he says. He pushes his long finger into me, and I moan softly.
“Oh, Sam.”
He introduces a second finger. He lazily pushes it in and out while still licking my wetness. My breathing is laboured, and I bite my lip. I bite so hard I’m sure I can taste blood. I can feel my orgasm cresting like a wave. With one, long, lazy move of his tongue, I am lost in a ripple of pure ecstasy as I erupt, screaming his name.
“Sam, Sam, Sam. Fuck, Sam.”
He lifts his head up, and a wide grin crosses his face. He pulls me to a sitting position and plants a long lingering kiss on my lips.
“I’m sorry, baby.”
I shake my head and put my finger to his lips. “Shhh, please just fuck me Sam; I’m not finished with you yet.”
“I actually quite like it when you take control, no woman has ever done that before, and it’s so fucking hot.”
He lifts me down from the kitchen island, and I lead him out onto the balcony where there is a dark-brown wicker table, two matching chairs, and a black sun lounger. He raises his eyebrow.
“Outdoor fucking? Someone’s feeling brave.”
He chuckles softly and lifts me weightlessly in his strong arms. He lays me down on the sun lounger and straddles me, his muscular thighs on either side of me. He takes both of my wrists in one of his hands and pins them above my head. He presses his body against mine, and I love the feel of his skin on mine. He kisses my neck, and I wrap my leg around his waist. He moves his head down my chest, nips my breast with his teeth, and kisses a trail from my breasts to my navel. I am writhing underneath him as he touches every part of me. I can feel his erection pressing against my stomach.
“See how hard you make me, baby?” he whispers against me.
“Fuck me hard, Sam.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t want to fuck, angel.”
The tip of his erection finds my entrance, and he pushes himself inside me. I let out a scream; he crashes his lips against mine to silence me.
“Shhh, I’ve got you, my lovely.”
He takes my nipple in his mouth and gently laps it with his tongue. He moves in and out at a pace somewhere between slow and frantic, driving me higher and higher towards my second orgasm. He increases his thrusts, expertly swivelling his hips, he is so deep it feels like he is hitting my womb with every drive. We both explode at the same time yelling out incoherent cries of ecstasy. Sam is on top of me with his head nuzzled into my neck.
“Baby, that was … fuck.”
I chuckle softly. We lie like that in silence for a while, listening to the sound of our pounding heartbeats. He slowly pulls out of me, gets to his feet, and pulls me to mine. He picks me up and carries me inside.
“Come on, baby, I’m taking you back to bed.”
With those words, the nightmare and the events of the night are forgotten.
3
Peyton
I am getting stronger and healing as the day’s progress. I have been staying at Sam’s since I left the hospital and my possessive, mercurial rocker has been visiting more frequently. I am starting to feel a little suffocated by his constant need to keep me safe.
I am back at the shop working on reception to gently ease me back into things. Cole is driving me to work every morning; Sam has Skip sitting in his car outside the shop watching my every move. It is actually really starting to freak me out. I understand his need to keep me safe, but it seems a little unnecessary and excessive.
I wake up one morning with Sam’s body wrapped around me like a vine; he looks so peaceful and carefree when he is sleeping. I pull myself from his vice grip and shower ready for the day ahead. I am so glad it’s Friday. I am rinsing the shampoo from my hair when I feel Sam’s large frame fold in behind me.
“Good morning, angel.”
His voice is raspy and causes that familiar ache between my legs. He kisses my neck as the water cascades between our bodies. He takes my purple shower puff and puts my favourite strawberry shower gel on it, washing my body so gently as if I am made of glass. I love it when he is in this mood, and he is tending to my every need. He finishes washing my body, and I repeat the action for him, washing every inch of his large tattooed body in a comfortable silence. We both step out of the shower at the same time and wrap ourselves in warm towels to dry off. We get dressed for work, moving fluidly around each other. He is in the mirror styling his hair when I break the silence.
“I think I’m going to move back to the flat today, babe.”
He pulls on a black vest and layers it with a blue, black, and white checked shirt. He nods as he buttons it up.
That was relatively easy.
“I’ll call Diego and have his security team fit some CCTV cameras and station a guard permanently in your building.”
I roll my eyes. Here we go again.
“Don’t you think you’re being a little too cautious, honey?” I try to placate him, but he looks at me as if to say ‘are-you-joking’.
“I’m just trying to keep you safe, baby. The person who cut your brakes is still out there, and until they’re caught, security measures are necessary.” He pulls on his jeans then says, “Move in with me, baby.”
I look at him as I pull the zip up on my denim shorts. My eyes widen at his sudden proposition, feeling suddenly exasperated.
“I didn’t mean to just blurt it out like that, it’s not how I planned on asking, but it makes perfect sense. You already practically live here anyway.”
I shake my head, suddenly angry with him.
“No, you can’t bloody do this, Sam! I like living with Ruby. I thought we were meant to be taking things slow. One step at a time,, we agreed I need my own space, and you’re fucking suffocating me.” I raise my voice, and he moves closer to me.
“I’m so sorry, angel. It’s because I love you, I want to protect you, and the thought of someone hurting you makes me feel … violent and …”
He doesn’t finish his sentence, and my eyes glaze over. Stand your ground, Harper.
“This is all too much, Sam, all of it. I feel uncomfortable and on edge all the time having people guarding me. You can’t constantly monitor me. It’s unhealthy. I’m terrified enough as it is.”
I move back from him, needing some distance from him, and walk out into the living area. Cole is standing by the door with his hands in his pockets. I wonder how long he has been standing there and if he heard Sam and me arguing. I feel like I actually want to scream out in frustration, but I don’t.
“Good morning, Peyton,” he says with a nod, and I paint on a fake smile.
“Morning, Cole.”
The door to Sam’s apartment opens, and a young woman walks in, holding a little girl in her arms. The woman has black curly hair, flawless, coffee-coloured skin, and she is very beautiful. Her eyes are wide and almost black in colour, and she has a friendly, warm smile. The little girl is equally as beautiful with a matching skin tone, bright, wide, inquisitive eyes and her curly black hair framing her face. She is adorable. I smile at her, and she blows a raspberry at me.
“Where’s Sam, sugar?”
She looks at Cole and kisses his cheek. Cole wraps his arm around her slender waist.
“You know by now, babe, that boy always takes forever to get ready in the mornings. He is worse than a woman!”
They both laugh.
“I’m sorry, Peyton. This is my fiancée, Amy, and our beautiful daughter, Addison.”
Amy reaches her hand out, and I shake it.
“It’s so good to finally meet you, hon, I feel like I know you already!”
She smiles brightly, and I find myself smiling back just as brightly.
“It’s good to meet you too, Amy.”
Sam walks out of the bedroom, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.
“Amy.”
Amy looks at him. “Thank you so much for the spa day, sweetie; it was just what I needed. You didn’t have to.”
Sam smiles. “You’re welcome, Aims, and yes I did, I had to make it up to you somehow.”
I think back to what he had to make up for. Then I remember the nightmare last week when Sam called Cole at three in the morning. She gives Sam a one-armed hug and kisses him on the cheek. Sam plucks the toddler from Amy’s arms, her face lights up, and she plants a sloppy kiss on Sam’s cheek.
“Hey, Princess Addie.”
His eyes dance with laughter. He blows a raspberry on her neck and she giggles.
“Uncle Sammy!”
Seeing Sam with Addison makes my heart melt.
“Uncle Sammy has missed you lots, beautiful.”
He swings the little girl around and throws her in the air. Amy rolls her eyes and turns to me.
“I swear he turns into an even bigger kid every time he is around her.”
I laugh, and it is a welcome change to see Sam so happy and cheerful. I instantly get to thinking that one day he will make a brilliant dad. Jesus, where did that come from? Baby steps, Harper. I grab my coat and my bag, ready for work, and kiss Sam gently on the lips.
“I’ll see you at lunch, baby, I’ll text you.” He says with a wink. “I love you.”
Cole gestures for me to step out of the apartment before him. But I spin around, suddenly feeling more than a little rebellious.
“I-I’ve forgotten my phone, sorry, just give me a sec.”
Cole nods, and I go back into the apartment. I rush into the kitchen, grab a set of Sam’s car keys from the magnetic rack not knowing which car they are for, and I quickly shove them into my coat pocket. I go back into the apartment, kiss Sam goodbye, and go out of the door. I silently follow Cole into the waiting lift, and we go down to the parking garage. We step out of the lift, and Cole’s phone starts ringing.
“Yeah, all clear, mate.”
I take advantage of Cole’s distraction and push the key fob—the lights of an electric-blue Dodge sport flash. I rush over, quickly open the door, and jump into the driver’s seat. I see Cole sprint across the parking garage; I start the engine and pull out of the space at a speed.
“Peyton!” Cole’s face is panicked, and he puts his hand to his head. “Fuck!” I hear him curse and I look at him with sympathetic eyes, mouthing the word ‘sorry’, as I drive out of the parking garage.
I push the black button on the dashboard, and the security gate opens. I pull out of the parking garage and almost instantly my phone starts ringing, Sam’s name flashes up on the screen. I ignore the phone and begin my journey to work.
I am more than happy to have gained some of my independence back, and it is the first time I have been behind the wheel of a car since my accident. I could get used to this car; it is sleek, modern and drives like a dream. My phone rings constantly until I open the door to the shop. Seb’s face lights up as I walk in.
“Mornin’, honey bunny.” He gets up from his seat and walks over to me. He pulls me in for a bear hug.
“Morning, pumpkin.”
“It’s so good to have you back, babe, I’ve missed ya.”
Seb has been in America for two weeks finalising the details on his new shop, this is the first time I have seen him since he visited me in hospital.
“You’re looking so much better.”
I smile. “Thanks, babe. I feel much better, actually.”
My phone starts ringing again, and I silence it.
“Is everything all right, honey?”
I nod. “Yeah, everything’s fine, nothing I can’t handle, sweetie.”
I go to the back of the shop to stow my stuff away, and my phone starts ringing again. I see Ruby’s name flash up on the screen.
“Hey, babe.”
She lets out a breath. “Thank God you’re all right. Sam called, he has been trying to get hold of you, he sounds really pissed. He says you dodged his security and took off in one of his cars.” I hear the smile in her voice.
“I might have dodged Cole and drove to work in one of his sports cars! He has me constantly monitored. Fucking hell, Ruby, there’s a guard sitting in a four by four right outside the shop. He is being ridiculous,” I say, exasperated.
“I know you were trying to teach him a lesson, and I think you succeeded, but please call him back, babe. Let him know you’re all right, he is going postal back there.”
“OK, I’ll call him, babe. I’ll see you back at the flat, later.”
“Bye, sweetie.”
I hang up, switch my phone to silent, and put it in my bag. I need to teach Sam not to be so possessive. I go back into the shop and Harley has arrived. Harley Hernandez is a close friend of Seb’s who runs Black Tiger Ink and guest spots for Seb from time to time. Harley is half-Spanish, medium height, very muscular, and with a medium build. He has long black hair pulled into a ponytail, with a black and white skull bandana around his head. He has a dark, trimmed goatee and light-brown eyes. We have a history; we went out on a few dates, and he was one of the men I slept with while I was trying to get over Callum. He smiles as he sees me.
“Beautiful, Chica. Peyton, looking as ravishing as ever.”
He kisses me on both cheeks, and Seb rolls his eyes.
“Do you mind not harassing my shop manager, Harley. Cheers, mate.”
Seb and Harley both laugh. I go over to the reception desk and sit down. I take the lid off my Starbucks cup and take a long sip, relishing the caffeine as the warm liquid slides down my throat. I sink back into the leather chair and put my feet up on the desk, but I am startled, as I look up and see Sam’s large frame in the shop doorway. His stance is loose, and he is breathing heavily; he looks positively murderous. He opens the door and strides in, his eyes locking with mine. Seb sees the look on his face and comes over.
“What the fuck do you think you’re playing at, Peyton?”
I stand up defiantly and move towards him.
“What’s going on honey? Is everything OK?”
Sam looks at Seb. “This isn’t your concern, Seb.” Sam’s voice is cold, and Seb folds his arms, his muscles bulging.
“I think it is when you’re quite clearly upsetting her.”
Sam takes a deep breath, and I can see he is counting to ten to try to calm himself down.
“You were suffocating me; you won’t let me out of your sight since the accident. You’ve got a guard sitting outside the place where I work, for fuck’s sake. What was I supposed to do? Humour you? Do as you tell me like a good little girl? I don’t fucking think so, Sam,” I spit out angrily, and Sam growls. His stance is predatory, and his fists are clenched tightly at his sides. I can feel the anger radiating off him in large tsunami-like waves.
“Don’t test me, Peyton. I’m trying to protect you; don’t you get that? You dodged Cole, and you took my goddamn car. I was going out of my fucking mind!” His raised voice is raspy, and he frantically runs his hands through his hair. “Anything could have happened—”
I hold up my finger to stop him. “But it didn’t. There’s a fine line between protecting me and suffocating me, Sam. You’re being irrational.”
Sam goes to step closer to me, but Seb moves in front of me, his large frame shielding me from Sam.
“Back the fuck up, mate. I think you’ve said enough, you need to calm down,” Seb says in a calm voice.
They are toe to toe, and the way they are sizing each other up, I think they might start fighting in the middle of the s
hop floor. I side-step Seb and get in-between both of them.
“Sam, Seb, please stop.”
Their eyes are still locked, and I try to push both of them back to no avail, due to their sheer size and strength compared to my small frame.
“Please, just stop!” I plead with both of them.
“It’s all right, honey. Harley, get her out of here, mate, please. Sam and I need to have a little chat,” Seb says calmly. Harley comes over and takes me by the wrist. As Harley’s hand makes contact with my wrist, I hear Sam snarl, and I roll my eyes.
