Tattoos & Tears (Complete Collection)

by Amiee Louise

  Pull up those big girl pants and go to him, Harper.

  I make my way downstairs and I can hear music coming from the kitchen. The dulcet tones of The Script are coming through the speaker system, Danny O’ Donoghue is singing about a man on a wire. Sam is quietly humming to himself and making pancakes as I enter the kitchen. He is bare chested, his hard, tattooed, muscular chest is on show. His hair is perfectly mussed, and I'm itching to run my fingers through his raven softness.

  Danny’s rich, velvet voice fills the room, and I chuckle softly to myself as Sam moves gracefully around the kitchen, as if he was born to cook. He has a look of such concentration on his face as he picks up the spatula and lifts out the perfectly cooked pancake. Is there anything this man isn’t good at? Fucking show off! He places it on the already growing pile and ladles more mixture into the pan. He lifts his head and his green eyes lock with mine.

  “Angel,” he rasps and begins to move closer to me, until he is standing in front of me.

  He reaches out and gently grips my wrist. As his hand makes contact with my wrist, I feel the all too familiar electricity spark between us.

  I can’t do this, I can’t allow myself to want him.

  I snatch my hand away from him and start to back slowly away from him. The smile on his face fades and his face softens. The look in his eyes crushes me, but it gives me the strength and resolve to run back the way I came. I run up the stairs as fast as my legs can carry me and burst into the bedroom. I start to frantically gather my clothes from yesterday and peel off Sam’s t-shirt. I quickly pull on my bra and decide to go without knickers. As I pull my vest over my head, Sam is leaning casually against the door frame.

  “Fuck!” he curses and runs his fingers idly through his already mussed hair.

  “What are you running from, angel? Did I do something wrong?” he rasps softly.

  I close my eyes briefly and shake my head.

  “I want you too much, Sam,” I admit reluctantly, and a dazzling smile washes over his face.

  “Please, don’t fight this anymore; don’t fight me. I fucking love you, I need you, I’m nothing without you. You can never want me too much, it’s not possible.”

  He’s standing in front of me now and his six-foot four frame towers over me.

  “Don’t overthink it, just...go with it. Let’s start with eating breakfast together, then I’ll drive you to work, and if you decide you don’t want me, then I told you when we met: I’m a patient man, I can wait.”

  He tips my chin up to face him, and the green in his eyes is so intense, it’s almost hypnotising. I find myself nodding and agreeing all too easily. The smile he gives me in return lights up his whole face, and I have a feeling this is the first time he’s smiled like that in a while.

  “You don’t have to wear yesterday’s clothes, angel. There are some fresh ones in a wardrobe in the room at the end of the hallway. You’ll find everything you in need there. Get dressed and meet me in the kitchen, that’s an order.”

  He winks, and I find myself smiling at his dominant side.

  Maybe I’ll find myself agreeing to forever a little more easily than either of us could anticipate.

  We eat breakfast together of homemade pancakes, maple syrup and bacon. We sit at the kitchen island and the dynamic between us is easy and flirty, reminding me of how we used to be. We talk about everything and nothing, all at the same time. I don’t think I’ve smiled this much in a long time. After we eat breakfast, I go into one of Sam’s many spare rooms to change my clothes. It is like any woman who’s obsessed with fashion’s wet dream. I don’t have time to peruse properly, so I just opt for a denim skirt, a black halter neck top with a white candy skull print on the front and matching black Converse. I grab my bag and Sam gestures for me to get into my car. My purple Chevy Camaro ZL1, which Sam gave me as a present for my twenty-seventh birthday. I can’t believe he kept it. I smile at the memory.

  “Your chariot awaits, m’lady!”

  He winks, and I climb in the passenger seat with a permanent smile on my face. The seats are bucket seats, which feel as though they hug you. They are a gunmetal grey colour and the leather is so soft and comfortable. Sam climbs into the driver’s seat, the flex of his muscles causing the all too familiar ache between my thighs. Sam smirks as I take him in. He is wearing a pair of faded ripped jeans, which hang low on his hips, a black and white striped My Chemical Romance vest, and a pair of black motorcycle boots. His hair is styled into soft spikes, and he has a pair of aviator sunglasses perched on top of his head.

  “See something you like, angel?”

  I bite my lip, and he growls.

  “You’re asking to be fucked on the bonnet of this car, angel, but I don’t want to make you late,” he rasps and winks, knowing the effect he has on my raging libido.

  Handsome bastard.

  He starts the engine and pulls out of the driveway smoothly. Sam handles his car the way he handles every aspect of his busy rock star life. With precision, and quiet control. The way his muscles bunch with every turn of the steering wheel has me rubbing my thighs together like a woman starved of sex.

  “Do you need something, angel?” he says playfully.

  I turn my head towards the window, embarrassed that I’m so turned on.

  “Don’t turn away from me. Open those gorgeous legs for me.”

  My head whips back round to face him. He can’t possibly be serious.

  “Don’t look so shocked; relax and live a little. The windows are tinted, no one can see, although I think the thought of someone watching you climax turns you on. The danger, the thought of almost getting caught; admit it, the thought makes you wet.”

  His voice drips with seduction and pure sex. I bite my lip at the rasp of his voice and press my thighs together anxiously.

  “You're desperate to come, aren't you? I can smell your arousal; you smell...fucking delicious. How would you like it if I pushed my finger deep inside you and circled your swollen clit until you couldn't take anymore?”

  He nips my earlobe and moves one hand from the steering wheel. He walks his fingers down to rest between the apex of my thighs.

  “I can feel the heat between those gorgeous thighs.”

  I swallow hard, and a small moan escapes from me. He removes his hand and places it back on the steering wheel.

  “How does it feel knowing that I own every fucking inch of you, Peyton? I can play your body like an instrument. I know which buttons to press to satisfy your every need, your every desire, and every dirty little fantasy.”

  His gruff voice washes over me, and I rub my thighs together more furiously, desperate for the pending climax I can feel deep within me. Sam chuckles softly and runs his rough calloused finger down my neck. His touch feels like electricity, like my skin is burning for him to take me.

  “Sam,” I whisper, aware that my voice sounds breathy and full of need.

  I chance a look in his direction and his eyes are focused firmly on the road, seemingly unaffected. But when I look down at his crotch, I find his hard-on is straining against his jeans, and I know that look is a facade.

  “Jesus, I’m so fucking hard, it’s painful. You look so hot right now, angel. All hot and desperate for my cock to slide deep inside you. I'm craving to have you beneath me. I should have fucked you this morning and then every time you moved today, you'd be sore and remember that it was me who made you that way. That you belong to me and only me; all the other men will pale into insignificance.”

  His voice is low and hoarse as I turn my head to face him. His green eyes are blazing with lust.

  “I...I need you,” I manage to pant out.

  “I wish I could lay you across the bonnet of this car and fuck you like I need to.”

  The atmosphere in the car is charged with sexual energy.

  “Take off your knickers and touch yourself.”

  I lean the seat back and quickly, but awkwardly, slide my knickers down my thighs until I pull them off. The g
ust of cold air from the air conditioning brushes over my bare sex, causing me to shiver and goose bumps to break out all over my body. I slowly move my one hand down my abdomen and down to my pussy. I press one finger into my slit and surprise myself at how slick I am. I gently rub and tease my wet folds. Sam growls whilst trying to pay attention to the road.

  “Fuck me,” he curses.

  I push a finger inside myself and moan aloud as I begin to quicken my pace, moaning softly at the slow build-up of my orgasm deep within me.

  “Mmm, you've got no fucking idea how hot you look right now.”

  I introduce a second finger and a third. I gasp at the feeling of delicious fullness. I can feel my orgasm cresting to the surface, my heart beat quickening, my breath coming in sharp pants.

  “Don’t stop,” he says gruffly and smiles his panty-dropping smile, as I continue to fuck myself with my fingers.

  “Fuck me, you're so beautiful,” he whispers seductively, and the sound of his voice makes me shiver with lust. “Even after all this time, my voice still affects you doesn't it, angel?”

  He chuckles softly, and he takes his eyes off the road briefly. Suddenly we are shunted violently forward. The scrape of metal on metal makes my stomach roil. Sam curses long and loud.

  “W...what the fuck was that?” I say anxiously, and Sam shakes his head.

  “I have no fucking idea.”

  Sam pushes a button on the steering wheel, as I straighten myself out.

  “Benedict.”

  Cole’s rumbling voice comes through the surround sound system.

  “Cole, it’s me. I’m driving Peyton to work, but I think we’re being followed, man. The car behind just bumped into the back of us,” he says firmly, and Cole growls.

  “For fucks sake, you really can’t go anywhere without getting into fucking trouble can you, Sam?” Cole chastises, and Sam laughs nervously, desperately trying to keep the worry out of his voice.

  “What can I say, dude, I like to keep you on your toes.”

  Cole chuckles softly.

  “Alright, try and calm down, yeah? I need the make and model of the car and the registration plate if you can.”

  Sam turns to me.

  “Have you got your seatbelt on, angel?”

  I nod.

  “Good girl, buckle up and hold tight.”

  Sam puts his foot down on the accelerator, and I am thrown back into my seat. My heart beat starts to quicken, and my fingers grip the seat tightly.

  “Relax, angel. It’s going to be fine, I promise.”

  We come to a roundabout and he takes a sharp left turn, causing the tires to squeal. His eyes flick from the interior mirror to the road and puffs out a sharp breath.

  “Are they still following, Sam? I need you to tell me exactly what’s going on,” Cole asks, his anxious tone from earlier replaced with a calm one.

  “Black Audi A3. I can’t tell if the driver is a man or a woman, I can’t see their face. Whoever it is, they’re wearing a hoodie, a baseball cap and sunglasses. Still following, I tried to lose them, but they’re not fucking giving up, Cole.”

  Sam presses the accelerator again and the car’s V8 engine purrs like an angry kitten. Unexpectedly, the car bumps the back of our car a little more forcefully this time, causing Sam to briefly lose control of the car. He steers into the turn and regains control.

  “FUCK, FUCK, FUCKING FUCK!” Sam roars.

  “Sam, talk to me. Don’t you dare do anything fucking stupid,” Cole barks.

  “Shit! I’ll call you back.”

  Sam abruptly ends the call, and he signals left into a side road. He continues driving for a few minutes, with the car behind us in hot pursuit. Without warning, he pulls up the handbrake and expertly turns the car around, heading straight for the Audi.

  “SAM! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” I scream.

  Sam stares fiercely ahead at the Audi, his eyes ablaze with anger. He roars, slamming his hand down on the steering wheel and causing me to flinch in my seat.

  “COME ON, YOU WANKER!”

  He tightens his grip on the steering wheel and my heart starts to pound in my chest. My stomach roils, and I feel like I need to throw up. Fuck. The rumble of the car’s engine is the only sound I hear as we hurtle towards the Audi in a game of chicken. The driver of the Audi seems to take us heading straight for them as game on. As we edge to the Audi, Sam shouts ‘FUCK!’ and wrenches the steering wheel to the right, causing the Audi to clip the back end of our car. Sam loses complete control of the car, and the crunch of metal and the squeal of tires, fills my ears. The low sound of Sam cursing is the last thing I hear.

  24

  Sam

  FUCK! What the fuck was I thinking? Heading straight towards a car that was following us is like holding a used tampon to a vampire. Stupid fucking idiot.

  “Angel, angel, talk to me.”

  When she doesn’t respond, I bump my head back on the headrest in frustration.

  “BOLLOCKS!” I curse and a sharp pain lances through my shoulder. I roar out in agony and turn to Peyton.

  “Angel,” I rasp as I reach over to check for a pulse.

  She groans softly and the feeling of relief that washes over me, causes me to let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding. The sound of my phone ringing fills the eerie silence, and I push the button on the steering wheel with a trembling hand.

  “Sam, don’t ever fucking hang up on me like that again, you cocksucker.”

  Cole is about to continue, but I cut him off mid-sentence.

  “We fucking crashed,” I say flatly and Cole curses.

  “Shit! Are you ok? Are you hurt? Sam?”

  I growl in frustration.

  “Dude, we’ve fucking crashed,” I say, as if I can’t believe what just happened.

  Cole sighs heavily.

  “Kai’s on the way and so is an ambulance. I tracked your GPS on the car, but I need to know if you’re injured, Sam? Talk to me, mate.”

  I turn to Peyton, and she moans as her eyes flicker open.

  “Motherfucker! I think my shoulders dislocated. Peyton was unconscious, but she’s coming around. I can’t tell if she’s injured. Angel?” I reach for her hand. “Angel, it’s ok. We’ve been in an accident.”

  She lets out a strangled sob.

  “I need you to tell me where it hurts.”

  Her terrified blue eyes lock with mine.

  “Sam,” she whispers hoarsely as I squeeze her hand.

  “Shhh, I’m here, angel. Everything’s going to be ok, but you need to tell me where it hurts.”

  She starts to sob uncontrollably. I think she’s in shock. Shit.

  “My head and my neck hurts,” she says hoarsely, and Cole seemingly takes control of the situation.

  “Help is on the way, I need you both to keep calm for me. Sugar, listen, everything’s going to be alright. Freddie’s safe, he’s with Ruby, Jax and a few of the guys from my team. I’ve tracked the GPS system in the car, I know exactly where you are. We’re going to find this motherfucker and nail him to the fucking wall,” Cole says with an icy edge to his voice.

  The sound of Peyton’s soft sobs pierce my heart like a thousand knives. At that moment, the sound of sirens fills the silence and all I can think is, this is all my fucking fault.

  25

  Peyton

  I wake up in an all too bright room with blinding fluorescent lights above me. I struggle to focus my eyes on my surroundings while a blinding pain in my head rips through me, and I feel like I’ve been hit with a shovel.

  Fuck me, that hurts.

  I try again to focus, and that’s when I see him, Sam. He is sitting in the large beige coloured chair next to my bed, wearing a black sling and worrying his lip between his perfect white teeth. His raven black hair is mussed and looks as if he has been constantly running his hand through it.

  “Angel,” he says gruffly, his familiar striking face marred with worry. “You’re in the hospital, you’ve got a concu
ssion and mild whiplash.”

  I nod as a dull throb settles itself in my frontal lobe. Ouch, that really fucking hurts.

  “Where’s Freddie?” I say with a panicked edge to my voice.

  “He’s fine, he’s safe. He’s back at my place with Ruby and Jax.”

  My shoulders sag with relief.

  “What the fuck were you thinking?” I say through gritted teeth, and the look in his green eyes almost destroys me.