by Mary Calmes
The first lube-slicked finger slid inside me as his mouth closed on the back of my shoulder, where his name was tattooed and had been for years. I had had an artist trace his signature there, just “Sam,” and ink it. He never, ever tired of seeing his name on my body. It was where his lips went every single time he took me from behind.
I pushed my ass out for him, and he moaned in appreciation before stroking and slapping it.
“So beautiful, so perfect and round and firm… like a heart… always amazing.”
“What?”
“You’re so small and yet… you take all of me.”
I did and could, and there was a lot of Sam Kage to take. He filled and stretched me as no one ever had.
“Watching”—his voice was a husky groan—“could make me come.”
I pushed back on his finger, and he added a second, working the tight rings of muscle, trying to get my body to unclench.
“Fight me,” he ordered. “Go ahead and try, because I can’t wait.”
I heard the jingle of his belt buckle, the zipper, and then the sound of flesh on flesh. Then the greasing of his dick, and I smelled his precome before the touch of the enormous head at my crease. He pressed between my cheeks, letting his cock part them, and the first nudge made me jolt forward.
His angle changed, lowered, and he pushed up and in, shoving deep and hard, the lube letting it happen. Breached muscles rippled around him.
“Oh God,” he groaned loudly, angrily, driving, pushing, grinding into me without hesitation. “You just sucked me in; your ass just swallowed me fuckin’ whole.”
I was sweating but freezing at the same time as he pounded me into the door, ramming hard, not caring about the noise. He released my hands, leaning back so he could watch his dick disappear into my ass again and again. I knew what he was looking at, had been told enough times over the years.
The steel hold on the back of my neck again. His fingers would leave bruises, but I knew he didn’t care. Only exerting power and dominance mattered, seeing me take him in, feeling the silky walls around him, knowing I belonged only to him.
I was impaled over and over on his hot, thick length, and then suddenly his left hand slid over mine. Our fingers laced together, splayed flat on the door as his other hand fisted my dripping shaft.
“Come” was the guttural command as he thrust hard, jerking me off as I cried his name. “You feel so good when you give yourself to me.”
The rocking motion, the pound and retreat…. My body was seized in friction and heat, the sound and the smell. My orgasm was wrung from me in seconds, and everything clenched at once.
“Oh fuck!” Sam yelled, my muscles clamping down on his dick so tight he couldn’t move, held within my spasming channel. “Jory… baby….”
I was trembling. So was he. And then he was spilling inside me and I could feel every pulse, every tremor, and hear his breath in my ear.
He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight, his muscular chest plastered to my back, his mouth open on my shoulder as he just stood there and kissed every piece of skin he could reach.
I wanted to simply dissolve into him, felt like I could if he would just tighten his grip. I opened my mouth to speak.
“I have things to say.”
“G’head.”
He took a breath and then gently eased himself free of my body before scooping me up and carrying me to the bed. Once there, he left me and went to the bathroom.
I waited, and he returned with a cold bottle of water and a warm washcloth.
“That minifridge in the bathroom is awesome,” he said as he opened the bottle and passed it to me. “We need one like that at home.”
“Yes,” I chuckled and then gasped as he roughly cleaned spunk from between my thighs and ass cheeks, then wiped off my abdomen. It wasn’t a perfect job; I was still a little sticky but not nearly as messy.
Not that I had ever cared. I loved smelling like Sam, loved having his spend drying on my skin.
“Like you care.”
“What?”
“You don’t give a damn if I clean you up or not.”
I shook my head. The man was getting very good at reading my mind.
He grunted, and I could tell he was pleased before he turned and threw the washcloth back into the bathroom.
“Did you hit the sink?”
“I got close to the sink.”
“Good enough,” I said, offering him the bottle.
He drained the rest of it, put it on the nightstand, and then came down on top of me, pile driving me into the bed.
It winded me, and I started laughing as he wrapped his arms under and around me, hugging me tight.
I felt it then, the tension in him. Normally after sex, he was loose- limbed and relaxed.
“Say whatever it is,” I urged him, because he needed me to hear it.
“Kevin,” he whispered as he began nibbling up the side of my neck, “always wanted me to be calm and not yell and not grab him or hold him down.”
“Huh.”
“He said I was loud and my temper was volatile.”
My chuckle was low and dark, and I felt the tremor run through his massive frame.
“He wanted to be on top. He thought if I loved him, I should let him. He said that a true partnership meant that I should open myself to him in every way.”
I leaned my head back so I could see into the smoky blue eyes, and I really tried to keep a straight face. “And?”
“And fuck that! You’ve never said a word to me like that, ever!”
“So….” I started chuckling as I saw the beginnings of a scowl.
“He found you scary-loud and he wanted to fuck you.”
He growled at me.
The laughter came bubbling up.
“Jory!” he snarled, shoving my legs apart so he could get them where he wanted, wrapped around his hips. “What do you—I—”
“I belong to you, Sam Kage,” I cut him off, pulling him down into a kiss.
He devoured me, and I whimpered and whined, tightening my legs, wriggling beneath him, burying my hands in his hair.
“You,” he said, his mouth hovering above mine, his tongue sliding over my bottom lip, “are fucking mine, and you’re the only person who gets me and lets me be me.”
“I know that, which is why you should never, ever leave me.
Right?”
“Right,” he agreed before he kissed me again.
It built again, that desire, the same one I had felt the first time I had ever seen the man, the one that had kept him returning to me over and over, the push and pull that had flared and burned and now constantly smoldered, ready to catch fire at any given moment.
I ended up in his lap at an angle, my right leg draped over his, my left thigh pressed to the rock hard muscles of his stomach, as he held the same leg tight in his iron grip under the knee. His right arm was around my side, pinching and pulling on my nipple as he suckled on the other and drove up into me.
My head fell back on his shoulder, and I was lost. My vision went white; there was only me coming and the cold sweat and the heaving of his chest against my side.
I called his name over and over, and the kiss, as my head was wrenched sideways, was hot and wet.
“Sam,” I managed to get out in a croaking whisper.
“Mine” was the only reply.
I HADN’T realized I was so tired, but when you were the only parent, you sort of slept lighter than usual, knowing that if an intruder broke in, you were the only line of defense.
An hour later, when there was a knock at the door, Sam slid me tenderly from where I was dozing on his chest and eased me down onto the pillow. I heard him pulling on clothes and then the squeal of delight after the click of the lock.
“Daddy!”
“Hi, buddy,” he said softly to Kola, quieting him before the door closed and everything was muffled.
A while later there was a hand in my hair, petting, stroking, curling l
ong pieces around my ear, tracing over my eyebrows.
My eyes fluttered open, and I saw my girl looking expectantly at me, chin on one hand as she touched my cheek with the other.
“Hi, B,” I whispered.
“Daddy came home.”
“Mmm-hmm.” I smiled at her.
“Kola told him about his finger.”
I didn’t even want to deal with that. I was too sleepy.
“I told Daddy that the man pushed you.”
He had poked me, not pushed me, but to my daughter it was probably the same thing.
“Daddy’s taking us to school now but not to go, just to visit. He said we have to go talk to everybody.”
Oh God.
“His friends are here,” she said brightly.
Which meant that Chaz and Pat were out in the living room, ready to go kick some ass with Sam. “That’s super.”
“I told Daddy to call Uncle Dane, and he is.”
She was good, my girl. Thorough. “That’s good, B.”
“Love?”
Hannah turned her head with the call.
“Come out here.”
“But Daddy, Pa—”
“It’s okay, Pa’s sleepy.”
She leaned up and kissed me and then scrambled down off the bed. Seconds later I had lips pressed between my shoulder blades.
“I need to get up,” I muttered. “I can go with you.”
“No,” he rumbled and kissed my temple, his hand sliding down my back before his lips followed. “Go back to sleep. I’ll bring lunch when I get home.”
My eyes were so heavy.
“I promise not to shoot anybody.”
I smiled and he turned my head and kissed me.
“Besides, you smell like come and sweat.”
I sighed deeply and then Kola was there, kissing my cheek.
“We’re going to talk to the principal, Pa.”
I bet they were.
An hour later I got up, took a shower, stripped the sheets off the bed, changed them, and added Sam’s clothes from his duffel to the load of laundry. The coffee I had made hours ago was cold, so I dumped it and made some tea instead.
I started a fire because I was cold and the gray outside needed warm inside to balance it out. When I heard keys in the lock an hour later, I turned from staring down at the Magnificent Mile to the door.
It was just Sam and the kids, no Chaz or Pat with them. Sam set a large white shopping bag on the kitchen counter. The food smelled amazing even from across the room. I saw Sam’s gun box in one hand, along with more clothes on hangers that he had brought from the house in the other.
“We’re not going home?” I asked him as Hannah streaked over.
“No,” he informed me, walking down the hall toward the bedroom.
“Would you like to elaborate?” I called after him.
“No!”
“I see you picked up your gun!” I yelled, going to my knees in front of my girl so I was ready for my hug.
“Of course!” his voice carried back.
I hugged Hannah as Kola joined us. It looked like his cast had been changed.
“Hey, buddy, what happened there?”
“Daddy took me to the doctor after we saw Mrs. P.”
“Oh, I see,” I smiled at him, letting Hannah go so I could cuddle my boy. “You like the new color?”
He nodded. “Purple’s your favorite, so I got it for you.”
“Thank you.” I sighed, squeezing him tight, loving the way he leaned and gave me his weight, his head heavy on my shoulder.
“Daddy yelled at Mrs. P,” Hannah told me.
“Did he?”
She pursed her lips like I did, and it was funny to see her do it.
“What else?”
“Daddy had Uncle Dane’s friend with him when he went to see Mrs. P,” Kola reported, leaning out of our hug to look at my face.
“They both looked kind of mad.”
My eyes fluttered because really, poor Principal Petrovich. Sam Kage and Rick Jenner in the same room—it was too horrible to contemplate.
“Daddy told us that we could go back to school next Monday.”
“Good,” I said, as I stood up.
“Oliver and his mommy came and saw me and Kola when we were leaving. She said she was really sorry for what Mr. Parker did.”
“Well, that’s good.”
“What’s divorced?” Kola asked me, looking worried.
“Divorced means that your parents don’t live together anymore,”
I explained to him.
He took a breath. “Will you ever get a divorce?”
“No divorce,” Sam said as he walked back into the room. He was dressed in a white T-shirt and sweatpants, and he was barefoot. I could barely breathe. Even his hanging out at home clothes made me hot.
“Right?” he asked, stopping in front of me.
“Right,” I agreed as he curled a hand around my neck and eased me forward into a kiss.
The silence surprised me, and it must have been odd for Sam too, because we separated at the same time and looked down at our children.
“Not making you sick today?” I asked them.
Kola shook his head.
“No.” Hannah smiled up at us. “It’s okay.”
Apparently displays of affection were sometimes good.
SAM had Hannah up on his shoulders and I held Kola’s hand as we walked to meet Duncan Stiel. When I’d heard that Duncan was going out of town on a task force starting the following day—he was flying out to New York—I had insisted that Sam invite him to dinner. Duncan had agreed, had picked The Char, a steak place he liked, and we had headed out. When we got there, I realized it was a little fancier than I was expecting, but the decor inside—the lighting, the jazz, the murals on the walls—and the smell of good food all gave me a warm feeling. It felt upscale but not too refined for my family.
“Sam?”
When we turned, we found Detective Duncan Stiel waiting for us at the bar.
“Jory?”
And there at the other end, as requested, was Aaron Sutter.
“I’m hungry,” Hannah said, putting her chin down on the top of Sam’s head.
“What’d you do?” Sam was instantly suspicious.
“I’m sorry, what?” I opened my eyes wide.
But Sam so wasn’t buying it.
Well, yes, I was doing a little matchmaking, but really, was that a crime?
The muscles in Sam’s jaw started to tick.
“Just hear me out. I had an epiphany.”
“Have you lost your fu—”
“There’s a kid on your head,” I reminded him.
His growl was deep.
“Oooh.” Hannah was pleased. “Do it again, Daddy. Your whole body shook.”
I was about to be murdered and she wanted the man to keep snarling.
“What’s going on?” Duncan asked as Aaron joined us, stepping into the circle we made.
“Hey.” I beamed at Duncan. “I hope you don’t mind us being six for dinner.”
He turned at looked at Aaron. “Oh… no, I just… fine.”
Aaron’s eyes swept over Duncan Stiel in that appraising way he had where he missed nothing. He took in the wide shoulders and broad chest that tapered to a narrow waist. He saw the long, muscular legs straining against denim. All of the detective was mapped and categorized: the gray eyes, dark-blond hair, and big, capable hands. I saw Aaron take a breath and go still like he never was. He liked smaller men like me, it was true, but I had always suspected that he could do with some manhandling himself. I also had an inkling that Duncan Stiel had a bit of the submissive in him. It was fun to watch Sam’s friend take a quick breath and to see mine lick his lips when their eyes locked.
“Oh God,” Sam groaned under his breath.
“Duncan, did you reserve us a table?” I asked cheerfully.
“I did,” he assured me and pointed toward the back of the restaurant. It was nice when his
hand went immediately to Aaron’s back to direct him.
I knew right then that Duncan had no clue who Aaron was, and Aaron on the rare occasions when that happened, was absolutely thrilled.
At dinner I watched Duncan order, saw him drape an arm over the back of Aaron’s chair, and watched the man I had never seen flustered smile nervously and fiddle with his drink napkin.
Sam was surprised.
Hannah regaled everyone with tales of the waterslide at the resort in Phoenix, and Kola showed off his cast and told the story of what had happened. Aaron asked if I had a lawyer. Duncan asked Sam if he wanted him to go with him to “talk” to Mr. Parker. What was nice was that they both offered so quickly.
When the appetizers came—cheesy bread for the kids, stuffed mushrooms and bruschetta for the adults—Duncan leaned close to Aaron and told him that he was in for a treat because it was so good.
Sam opened his mouth to explain to Duncan who Aaron was and that he probably would not be impressed, but Aaron beat him to the punch.
“I’m sure I’ll love it.”
Duncan asked if he wanted another drink, and when Aaron thanked him, I saw Aaron shift in his chair and knew what that meant. I dropped my napkin to confirm.
Under the table there were thighs touching, knees pressing, and…oh yes, Houston, we have liftoff.
I still had it.
IT WAS fun to turn and watch them, my clueless blind daters, standing together in front of the restaurant, under the awning, as we walked away. Aaron had offered to give Duncan a lift home, and the detective had agreed. I hoped that Sam’s buddy would ask mine in when they reached his place, or that Aaron would just have his driver take them home. It didn’t matter where they went; I just wanted them together.
But I was done—I had put the ball in play, it was in their court now. The hand on the back of my neck made me smile.
“Bad Jory. Naughty.”
“Awww, but they were so cute.”
“Can we eat dinner now?” Kola whined. “That meat was gross, the potatoes were disgusting, and I have never seen broccoli that big.”
“It was humungalous,” Hannah agreed, holding my hand. Kola was on Sam’s back now. “They were like trees, Pa.”
“Fine,” I relented. “I’ll make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches when we get home.”
