With Me in Seattle Bundle One

by Kristen Proby

“Holy shit!” I jackknife into a sitting position, watching Leo pull the lace to the side with his forefinger and lap at my labia, through my folds and up to my clit. “Fuck,” I whisper.

  “Lie back,” he instructs me, his voice hard and leaving no room for argument.

  I love it when he gets demanding.

  He rips my underwear in two and throws it over his shoulder.

  “You keep destroying perfectly good underwear.” I pant and feel him grin against my pussy.

  “I’ll buy you more.”

  “You don’t have to. I like it.” I hear him chuckle, and then his tongue is inside me, and my hips raise up off of the stairs, pushing me harder against his mouth. He cups my ass in his hands and holds me tightly against him.

  “Fuck, you’re good at that.” And I remember: I’m one of the few who knows that.

  He sinks a single finger inside me, and I clench around him, my muscles ready to clench around his thick cock.

  I need him inside me.

  “Leo,” I breathe.

  “Yes, baby.”

  I look down to find him watching me, watching my nipples pucker in arousal, my breath coming fast, my teeth biting into my lip over and over again while he finger-fucks me and licks at my clit.

  “God, I need you.”

  “You have me, Sam.” His eyes are happy and full of mischief as he sinks a second finger into me and sucks on my clit, hard.

  I explode, screaming his name and grinding against his face, clutching his hair in my fists. I hear him laugh as he rises over me and pulls my nipples into his mouth, sucking hard and running his tongue over them each in turn, which sparks new contractions around his fingers.

  “So responsive,” he murmurs against my mouth.

  I can smell myself on him, and damn if it doesn’t turn me on even more.

  “I think I need you in my bed.”

  Before I can protest, or even respond, he lifts me and carries me quickly to the bedroom, and lays me, face down, on the bed. Just when I think he’s going to take me hard and fast, he begins kissing me, lightly biting me, from my ass up my spine and to my neck. He straddles my thighs, and I feel his hard cock resting on my buttocks. He’s bent over me, caressing and kissing my back, whispering words that I barely understand through the thick sexual haze I’m caught up in, and I can’t help but lift my hips in invitation.

  “In a minute, baby,” he whispers and pulls his large hand down my back to my ass. “You are beautiful, Sam. I love your soft skin. You don’t have any scars or marks on you.”

  “Well, just the ink from your marker,” I remind him with a smirk, and he bites my shoulder playfully.

  “You didn’t mind,” he mutters and continues to lightly rub me, raising goose bumps on my flesh.

  “It was sexy,” I whisper.

  “You’re sexy,” he whispers back and kisses my shoulder where he just bit it. “I love your raspy voice.” He kisses my spine, right between my shoulder blades. “I love your soft blond hair.” He kisses my other shoulder. “I love the noise you make when I do this.” He bites my earlobe, and I moan.

  “Fucking sexy,” he murmurs and slides down my body, leaving open-mouthed kisses in his wake. He grips my hips and raises my ass off the bed. Finally!

  But instead of fucking me, he buries his face in my pussy again and sends me straight into another mind-numbing orgasm.

  “Holy fuck!” I scream as he drags his tongue up and down my labia, from my anus to my clit. “Leo, please!”

  “Please what, baby?” he asks, and I hear him tear open a condom. Thank Moses.

  “Fuck me!”

  “Okay,” he agrees and slams inside me, hard.

  I cry out again and push my ass back on him, meeting his thrusts. He suddenly smacks my right cheek with his palm, and I shudder. He smacks the left cheek just before he slams into me again, and I feel like I’m going to simply die from the pleasure.

  He continues to alternate lightly spanking me while fucking me, and when I hear his breath catch, and know that he’s almost there, I reach down between my legs and fondle his scrotum.

  “Fuck!” he cries out and grips my hips roughly, pulling me rhythmically against him as he succumbs to his orgasm.

  He pulls out of me, and I fall onto my chest, ass still in the air. I can’t move.

  I don’t care.

  “Well, that’s a gorgeous sight,” Leo murmurs with a grin as he walks back into the room from discarding the condom.

  I open one eye and stare at him. “You broke me.”

  He laughs as he settles next to me, rolling me onto my side and into his arms. “I don’t think so.”

  “Mmm.”

  “Look at me.” I pull my eyes open to find him frowning down at me. “Are you okay?”

  I nod and yawn and shimmy closer to him. He runs his knuckles down my face and his expression softens.

  “Thank you for my song,” I whisper.

  “You’re welcome.”

  “Are you going to record it?” I ask, blinking lazily up at him.

  “Yes, if you don’t mind.”

  I shrug. “I don’t mind. You just don’t usually do many ballads.”

  “It’s a badass ballad, not a pussy ballad,” he mutters defensively, and I smile widely.

  “Definitely badass,” I agree.

  “Go to sleep, baby.” He kisses my forehead.

  “Not tired,” I mutter and smile when his chuckle rumbles against my cheek.

  “Sure, you’re not.” He kisses my forehead again and sighs deeply, contentedly, and the sound of his steady heartbeat and the warmth of his arms around me lull me into sleep.

  ***

  “No, no, no!”

  I wake abruptly, eyes wide, to find Leo thrashing in his sleep, soaked in sweat. The covers have all been kicked onto the floor, along with his pillow. He’s not touching me at all, and the sounds coming from him are tortured, strained.

  “Leo?” I ask carefully, not knowing if I should touch him, or even wake him.

  He thrashes again and grimaces, as if in pain.

  “No, you motherfucker!” Tears begin to fall from his eyes.

  What the fuck is this?

  “Leo, wake up,” I state firmly, and touch his arm gently.

  He recoils from my touch and his eyes spring open. He sits straight up and shoves himself against the headboard, pulling away from me as if I’m going to hurt him.

  “Hey, sweetie, it’s me,” I croon quietly. “You’re okay.”

  He blinks at me for a minute, looks around the room, and then exhales deeply.

  “Fuck,” he whispers and clenches his eyes closed before pressing the heels of his hands against them.

  “Leo.” I reach out for him, but he recoils again.

  “Don’t touch me.” His voice is harsh. Angry.

  Not Leo.

  “Okay.” I hold my hands up and back away. “Okay.”

  Suddenly, his eyes go wide, and he grips his hands over his mouth, flees the bed for the bathroom and throws up violently.

  Oh my God. My poor Leo.

  What should I do? I sit still for a minute, and when it sounds like the retching is over, I wet a washcloth and press it to his neck, like he did for me when I was sick. Before I can pull my hand away, he grips it in his and holds on tight, pressing it against his cheek.

  “Don’t go. I’m sorry.”

  “Hey, I’m not going anywhere.” I sink to my knees beside him and stroke his hair, his cheek, his back. “I’m here.”

  His eyes are clenched shut, and he’s concentrating on breathing. Whatever it was that he was dreaming about is still repeating in his mind, and it’s terrifying him.

  “Stop,” I murmur and kiss his temple. “You’re safe, Leo. It was just a dream.”

  I continue to reassure him and murmur softly, comforting him, until the shudders stop and he’s breathing normally again. He turns suddenly and grips onto me, buries his face in my neck, wraps his arms around my middle, and just cling
s.

  Finally, after a few long minutes, he backs away, and I wipe his face with the cloth, trying to soothe him.

  “I’m okay.” He takes the cloth from me and scrubs it across the back of his neck and looks at me, square-on. His eyes are sad, still a little haunted.

  “Want to talk about it?” I ask.

  He shakes his head and stands, crosses to the sink and rinses his mouth, splashes his face with cold water and then just braces his hands on the countertop and hangs his head while the water runs.

  It occurs to me that we’re both still naked as the day we were born.

  I stand and turn off the water and take Leo’s hand to lead him back to the bed. He climbs on, and I pull the covers up, spreading them over us, and hand him his pillow.

  “I can’t go back to sleep,” he murmurs.

  “The nightmares won’t bother you,” I tell him confidently and wrap myself around him, as if I’m protecting him.

  “How do you know?”

  “Because I’m here, and I said so.” I shrug, like that should be the end of it and flinch when he runs a hand down my back.

  “You haven’t flinched in a while.” I hear the sadness in his voice, and I prop myself up on my forearms on his chest so I can watch his face as I talk.

  “I just didn’t expect you to try to comfort me right now, Leo. I’m comforting you, and for the first time in my life, it doesn’t scare the fuck out of me.”

  His eyes widen, and he pulls his fingertips down my cheeks.

  “I enjoy having your hands on me,” I say. “Please don’t start thinking that I’m afraid of you or some bullshit like that, because you’ll just piss me off.”

  “So, this is you comforting me?” he asks with a grin.

  I exhale and rest my forehead against his sternum. “Big jerk,” I mutter.

  “Thank you,” he whispers and kisses my hair, his hands roaming up and down my back.

  “You’re welcome. Will you ever tell me?” I ask softly as he starts to relax beneath my cheek.

  “Yeah, but not tonight.”

  “Okay.”

  ***

  ~Leo~

  Sam is draped over me, her arms holding me tightly, as though she’s going to single-handedly protect me from whatever might try to hurt me.

  And damned if she wouldn’t. She’s the strongest woman I’ve ever known.

  I stroke her back, push my fingers through her hair, and grin when she purrs like a kitten and leans into my touch.

  Yes, she’s grown used to me touching her.

  The nightmare still sits like dead weight in the pit of my stomach, the images flitting in and out of my mind. I don’t have the dreams nearly as often as I did about ten years ago, but they do still come. I can’t figure out what triggers them. There’s no way in hell that making love to Sam, singing for her, watching her eyes light up with joy and excitement, should trigger the fucked-up mess that lives in my subconscious.

  I need to talk to her, to tell her about what happened when I was too young to protect myself. She deserves to know. But I’ll be goddamned if I want it to touch her. To see the pity in her eyes, or even worse, revulsion, would destroy me.

  I’m just not ready.

  “Leo,” she murmurs, surprising me. I would have sworn she was asleep.

  “Yes, sunshine,” I whisper and gently caress her cheek. Damn, she’s soft. She’s soft everywhere, and I can’t stop touching her.

  “Go to sleep.”

  She’s so damn stubborn.

  “You sleep,” I mutter and kiss her head.

  “Not unless you do.”

  Yep, fucking stubborn.

  “Okay, I’ll sleep.”

  “Liar.” She sits up and offers me a sweet grin. “It’s almost dawn anyway. We could go for a run.”

  I pull her back to me and roll her so she’s tucked beneath me, cradling my pelvis against hers, and her hands immediately find my ass.

  I brace my elbows beside her head and bury my hands in her hair, nuzzle her nose with mine, and then sink into a long, slow, wet kiss. She makes me forget the shitty past and is the first person I’ve been with who makes me feel as alive as I feel when I’m playing music.

  I’m never letting her go.

  My cock is painfully hard again and rubbing against the wetness from her pussy. Each time I hit her clit with the tip, she moans and bites her lip. I reach over for a condom, but she stops me, links her fingers in mine and pulls them to her face, rubbing the back of my hand on her cheek.

  “We don’t need the condom,” she whispers, her gorgeous blue eyes watching mine intently.

  “Sam.” I kiss her tenderly. “I’m fine with the condoms.”

  She shakes her head and cups my face with her free hand. “We don’t need them,” she repeats. “I have an IUD.”

  “But…” I begin, but she interrupts me again, kissing me with those pouty lips of hers, pulling on the hoop in my lip.

  “I trust you,” she states firmly, eyes still on me and happy, and I know that statement is possibly the most profound Samantha Williams could have made to me.

  “I trust you, too.” My lips find hers again, sweeping back and forth, teasing her sweet tongue with my own, and I pull my hips back to slowly sink into her tight, wet warmth.

  She gasps and smiles. “So much better this way.”

  “Jesus H. Christ, Samantha, I’ve never not used protection,” I admit and watch her closely.

  “Me neither.” She grins. “I think I prefer it.”

  If I move, I’ll come. It’s that simple. God, she feels amazing, her tight muscles gripping my bare cock, legs hitched up around my hips, cradling me. I’ve never felt so complete.

  So whole.

  “You have to move,” she murmurs.

  “I don’t want to.” I shake my head and rest my forehead on hers.

  “Why?”

  “I don’t want it to be over.”

  “Leo.” She wiggles her hips, forcing me to move within her. It takes my breath away. “This is just the first time.”

  The first time of many.

  My hips begin to move, thrusting softly at first and then gaining momentum, pushing harder, faster. I feel the build-up rush down my spine as the first tiny contractions grip my cock.

  “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” Reaching between us, I graze her clit with my thumb, and push her over the edge into oblivion. She bucks and cries out, her pussy squeezing around me even more. My balls tighten and lift, and the world stops spinning as I come inside her, truly inside her, for the first time.

  It’s the most incredible moment of my life.

  “Amazing,” I murmur and kiss her softly.

  “You’re not so bad yourself.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  ~Samantha~

  “My name starts with a C and ends in a T. I’m hairy and round and squishy inside. What am I?” Jules folds over in laughter, the card with the question gripped in her hand.

  “I need another beer,” Caleb mutters and stomps into Luke and Nat’s kitchen for another round.

  “A carrot?” Brynna asks, squishing up her face in concentration.

  “What kind of carrots have you been eating?” Leo asks with a laugh.

  “Ew. Yeah, nevermind.”

  “This is so fucking funny.” Jules chuckles.

  What the hell could it be? I stare at Jules, as if she can send me the answer by osmosis. We’re playing the game Dirty Minds for family game night. All our siblings and better halves are here, and we’ve turned it into a drinking game.

  Of course.

  “I know what it is.” Will grins at Meg and runs his hand down her back to her hip. “Although yours isn’t hairy.”

  “Yuck. Stop it,” I scold him and grin when he laughs out loud.

  “Dude, really?” Leo scowls.

  “What?” Will asks innocently.

  “For the love of all that’s holy, Nat, stop fraternizing with the enemy!” Luke has Nat in a firm lip-lock, as us
ual.

  “I’m married to him, Jules. He’s hardly the enemy.”

  “Tonight he is. Girls against guys. Get your sexy ass over here with me.”

  “Are you going to kiss me?” Nat asks with a raised brow.

  “After one more drink, yes.”

  “Definitely go over there with her.” Nate quickly jumps in and is met with frowns from all the guys, except Leo, who continues to laugh next to me.

  “Uh, they’re our sisters, man,” Matt reminds him with a frown on his handsome face, his blue eyes sparkling with humor.

  “They’re not my sisters,” Nate responds.

  “It’s a coconut, you nasty people!” Jules yells and hands the cards to me. “You go next.”

  “Okay,” I respond and pull a card out of the deck. This game is effing hilarious. “I go in pink and hard and come out soft and sticky. What am I?”

  “That’s disgusting.” Stacy laughs and takes a drink of her margarita.

  “That’s not what you said last night.” Isaac leans in and nuzzles her neck, making her squirm and giggle.

  “You are all oversexed,” I announce to the room at large.

  “Not all of us.” Brynna pouts, sticks her lower lip out and scowls at Caleb.

  “Don’t start,” he warns her.

  My eyebrows climb. “What the fuck?”

  “Caleb’s staying with Brynna and the girls for a while,” Luke fills me in. “It’s a safety issue.”

  I frown over at the unlikely couple, Brynna with her long dark hair and generously curvy body—God, I wish I had her boobs—and Caleb, the big, muscular Navy SEAL.

  “Is something going on there?” I ask Luke softly.

  “I have no idea.” He shrugs. “But they keep looking at each other. None of my business.”

  “What is it, Sam?” Nat asks with a grin.

  “It’s gum.”

  “Oh! Here’s one!” Will exclaims after he takes the box from me. “You stick your poles inside me, you tie me down to get me up and I get wet before you do.”

  “I like the tie-me-down talk, you know,” I remind the boys and make the room laugh, including the quiet Matt, who chokes on his beer and grins at me.

  “Seriously.” Leo glances at me with renewed interest, and I feel my cheeks heat.