Sam Men of Clifton, Montana Book 7

by Susan Fisher-Davis

  "God, you're so fucking gorgeous," he murmured as his hand went down to her flat belly to the snap of her jeans. Sam kissed her. "Touch me, Tessa. I want to feel your hands all over me."

  With trembling hands, Tessa caressed his shoulders and down his biceps, then to his chest. He appreciated that she was nervous, and her touch made his skin quiver. He took her jeans off her and groaned when he saw the red panties.

  "You're killing me."

  Tessa laughed softly then frowned as her hands fell away but then when he pulled his T-shirt off over his head, her eyes widened and her fingers ran over his hard pecs and down his six-pack stomach. Without prodding, she kissed his nipples and ran her tongue over them then she followed the hair surrounding his belly button, until it disappeared into his jeans. She looked up at him with large eyes.

  "You have a fantastic happy trail.”

  Sam burst out laughing then hissed in a breath when her hand went to the snap of his jeans. He was so hard she had trouble getting the zipper down. Sam sat up and pulled his boots and socks off then shucked his jeans and boxer briefs. He leaned over her, and kissed her long and deep.

  "I want to be inside you." He nudged his cock against her. "I want to love you all over, Tessa."

  Tessa's eyes fluttered closed and he saw her swallow then he heard her speak in a barely audible whisper. "Please, Sam.”

  Those two words were all the permission he needed. "I told you before I could please you and I will."

  Sam rubbed his nose against her hair then moved his mouth to her neck and down to her collarbone, slowly to her breasts. When he took her nipple into his mouth, her fingers gripped his hair as he circled his tongue around the firm nub, and then pulled it into a peak rubbing his teeth against it. Not wishing to neglect the other companion nipple, his thumb rubbed over it making Tessa moan.

  "It feels so good." She blew out a breath. "It's wonderful. Please don't stop."

  "Anything you say, darlin’," he said as he grinned against her breast before moving to her other breast so as to give it similar treatment. The more he tugged on her nipple with his teeth, the more she moaned. At one point, she pulled his hair so hard he had to tell her to let up.

  Tessa released him. "Sorry, I didn’t mean to…it’s just I love what you're doing to me, Sam."

  Sam smiled against her stomach as he moved lower running his tongue over the butterfly tattoo on her left hipbone, which had surprised him when he first saw it. She said there were things about her that he didn’t know. Well, if those things were more delights like the tattoo, he was looking forward to learning all about them. Right now, he knew if he didn’t slow down he was going to explode.

  Sliding her panties off, he kissed his way down her thigh to her knee then moved to the other leg, and kissed his way back up. The black curls beckoning to him from between her legs were glistening. Sam closed his eyes in desired wonder. She was wet—for him. Shit! He wanted more than anything at that moment to thrust into her hot, wet body but knew he couldn't—not yet.

  Sam buried his nose in her curls and breathed in deeply. She hissed in a breath when his tongue touched her, making her jerk against his mouth then she bent her knees for him and moaned his name making him smile. Sam moved his tongue against her clitoris then put his mouth over her and sucked. Tessa arched against him so he moved her legs over his shoulders as he continued sucking on her. His tongue moved down her folds, to inside, then back up to her sensitive nub. Sucking it and moving his teeth against it until it threw her over the edge. Tessa fisted her hands in his hair and screamed out his name as she came.

  Sam kissed his way back up her body to take her mouth in a deep kiss, her nectar lingering on his lips. Then he reached into the bedside table and withdrew a condom. After sheathing himself, he moved between her legs. Tessa was still breathing hard from her orgasm, her eyes closed, and a smile gracing her delicious lips.

  "Look at me, Tessa," Sam whispered. She opened her eyes and looked into his. “You must be what sin tastes like.”

  Tessa moaned deep in her throat. "God Sam, that was amazing. I had no idea—"

  "We're not done yet, darlin’." Clenching his teeth, he slowly inched into her making her gasp.

  "You aren’t lacking anywhere, Sam Garrett."

  Sam huffed out a laugh. "Sheriff Sam Garrett.” He kissed her as he moved into her. When he was in as far as he could go, they both groaned. Sam began moving his hips. "Wrap your legs around me." He growled low in his throat when she did. "God, you feel so fucking good. I knew you would.”

  Tessa arched her hips and met him thrust for thrust. The moans coming from her urged him on. Sam slipped his hand under her to pull her tight against him and moved faster and harder as he did.

  "You with me, Tessa?" he groaned against her neck.

  "Yes. Oh yes, Sam," she moaned as her hands moved all over him.

  Sam groaned and thrust harder, his muscles straining against the tension building in him. Tessa stayed with him and he could feel her inner muscles tightening around his cock right before she cried out his name again. Sam groaned out her name as he came hard then relaxed against her. It had never been like this before—not with any woman. His elbows kept his weight off her but he kept his face buried in her neck, breathing hard. Tessa threw her arms around his neck.

  "That was fantastic, Sheriff,” she whispered against his ear.

  “You got that right, Doc.” He kissed her and rolled off, but then pulled her against him.

  Tessa sighed and threw her arm across his waist. “You’re a wonderful lover, Sam.”

  "Takes two, darlin’." He hugged her to him. "I like the butterfly." He felt her stiffen but then relax a moment later.

  "I-I love butterflies.” She took a deep breath and she seemed to withdraw a bit or perhaps it was his imagination.

  "I like it,” he repeated and then kissed the top of her head.

  "No tattoos for you, Sam?"

  "No. I've never wanted one." Sam shrugged. "I guess I was too busy. As soon as I graduated from high school, I went to college, and then right into the US Marshals."

  Tessa sat up and frowned at him. "You were a Marshal? How long were you a Marshal?"

  "Seven years." He blew out a breath, relaxing against a pillow. "Then four years ago, my parents wanted to retire to San Diego—Dad has arthritis pretty bad in his hands. They wanted me to come home and take care of the ranch." He shrugged. "I did and when it was time to elect a new sheriff here in Clifton, I ran and won."

  Tessa snorted. "That's probably because all the women voted for you."

  Sam chuckled. "Would you have voted for me, Tessa?"

  "Yes…yes, I dare say that I would have." She laughed then and seemed to relax again.

  Sam ran his finger over her tattoo. "I do like this."

  "I do too. Maybe you should get one," she said teasing him and running a fingertip along his jawline.

  “Well, if I decide to get one, it sure as hell won’t be a butterfly—something of significance, maybe." Sam kissed her nose.

  Tessa grinned and then sighed. "Okay. I'll hold you to that."

  "Tessa, as long as you hold me, I'll be fine." Sam grinned mischievously as he rolled out of bed to head for the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He glanced over his shoulder at the beautiful woman lying in his bed and thanked heaven that she was there.

  “How about a shower, Doc?”

  Chapter Eight

  A few hours later, Tessa woke up feeling a bit disoriented since she didn’t recognize immediately where she was but then she smiled, and moved her lips across Sam’s lightly whiskered cheek to his earlobe. She tugged on it with her teeth then moved down his neck. Nipping at his shoulder lightly with her teeth, she moved to his chest. Her hands ran down his hard pecs to his rippled stomach and his hard cock. Wrapping her hand around it, she gently squeezed. Sam fisted his hands in her hair and groaned. Tessa moved her lips down his stomach and ran her tongue along his hard length before taking him into her mouth. Wh
en Sam moaned, she glanced up to see his head back against the pillow and his eyes closed.

  Feeling powerful, she wanted to please him as he’d done for her earlier. They’d taken a shower together then crawled back to bed, and promptly dozed off. She knew this would be a wonderful way to wake him. Taking him deep in her mouth, she sucked on him while stroking her hand up and down his hard length, and gently kneading his balls with her other hand. When she moaned, he shuddered. Tessa didn’t stop until Sam grabbed at her shoulders.

  “Tessa…please stop. You have to stop,” he growled tugging at her.

  Raising her head, she looked at him. “Why?”

  Sam exhaled in sudden relief. “You know the answer to that.”

  Tessa grinned. “Yes. I do.” Then put her mouth back over him causing him to tangle his fingers in her mop of hair.

  Sam hissed in a breath. “Tessa, no…I’m too close.”

  “I want you all the way there, Sam. I want to do this for you,” she said around his hard flesh.

  “Tessa, I’m—” A sudden groan tore from deep in his chest as he lifted his hips and came. Tessa kept up her attention to him until he lay spent then crawled up his body, and kissed him.

  “Are you all right?” She laughed softly when he groaned again.

  “No. I’m dead.” His eyes remained closed but a smile played on his beautiful mouth.

  “You’re not dead, you’re talking,” she whispered, smiling in triumph.

  Sam opened one eye and grinned. “God, that was amazing. You didn’t have to do that but I loved it. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. I enjoyed doing it for you.”

  Sam hugged her. “Anytime you want to—” She swatted him gently making him laugh, but then he rolled her under him and the heat in his eyes made her tremble. “I think a payback’s in order.”

  “Sam, you don’t have to. I wanted to show you how much I care about you before—”

  “I know, baby but now, I want to show you.” Sam moved his lips to her neck but Tessa pulled his hair. “Ouch! What was that for?”

  “Can’t you just let me do something for you?” Tessa pushed at his shoulders until he rolled off her. She sat up and glared at him, feeling disappointed that he couldn’t just accept her generous gesture.

  Sam burst out laughing. “I just did.” He sat up, wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her back down spooning her against his hard chest. “Let’s just lay here a minute, all right? Then we’ll see about payback. I always pay my debts, darlin’.”

  Tessa sighed and rested her cheek on his chest. “All right.”

  When are you going to tell him? You need to tell him before things get even more complicated. I know! I know! Her inner voice was right but she wasn’t ready to let this end yet and once Sam knew the truth, she feared it would end. She knew that for sure.

  “Good,” Sam murmured against her hair as they both drifted off to sleep.

  ****

  The next morning, Tessa woke up with her head on Sam's shoulder. Her arm was across his waist. One of his hands held her wrist across his stomach and the other was in her hair, with his cheek lying on top of her head. They fit together perfectly was the first thought that ran through her sleepy head. She smiled then the truth of things smacked her in the face.

  "About time you woke up," Sam's deep voice rumbled above her ear and she raised her head to gaze up at him. He looked so happy. Now was definitely not the time to divulge her secret.

  "Good morning, Sam," Tessa whispered as she leaned forward to kiss him.

  "I've been waiting for you to wake up." Sam smiled at her, and then he closed his eyes as if in discomfort.

  "Why is that?" she murmured with a frown. Had she talked in her sleep?

  Sam rolled to his side to face her. "I think that would be obvious." He moved her hand to his hard cock. Tessa almost laughed in relief.

  "How do I know that isn't just morning wood?"

  Sam laughed. "You love using euphemisms, don’t you? Happy trail? Morning wood?"

  "Okay, laugh then…it doesn’t matter if it’s morning wood or evening wood, as long as it’s…wood.” She wrapped her hand around him and smiled.

  “Damn, Tessa.” Sam groaned.

  Tessa moved her hand up and down his long, hard length. “God, Sam. You really are hung well.”

  "You surprise me. You never came across to me as brazen.” He kissed her. "Stay again tonight, Tessa."

  "I’m brazen as hell but we both have to work tomorrow, Sam."

  "So? We'll go to your apartment and get you some clothes for tomorrow. I want to go for a ride with you today."

  Tessa hesitated for many reasons, but the thought of sleeping in her bed alone wasn't at all tempting anymore. She smiled. "Are you talking horseback riding?” She laughed when he groaned.

  “Yes, I was talking horseback riding, but we can do the other too. Stay with me.”

  She contemplated having a long discussion with him now or enjoying the day with him. She wasn’t ready to end this and if she told him what she needed to tell him, it would end.

  “Okay, Sam. Let's get some breakfast and go to my apartment."

  Sam grinned. "That's my girl."

  Tessa blushed and watched him climb from bed, naked and glorious. She wanted to be his girl for as long as he wanted her. She sighed, knowing she was a coward. Tessa knew she was falling for him and she knew, without a doubt, she was not going to come out of this relationship with her heart intact. Tell him! I will!

  ****

  The day was already very hot, and the air conditioning in her vehicle took a while to cool it down. Tessa held her ponytail up and fanned her neck with her hand. As soon as it started cooling, she drove out of the yard. She’d enjoyed her time with Sam but as good as it was, she knew she had to sit down with him and tell him everything. Their growing relationship could only get better but only with the air cleared between them—or end before it got more serious.

  Once on the road, she picked up speed, grinning as she wondered if Sam was trying to catch speeders this morning as he had left the house a while ago. Pressing the gas down a little more, she laughed when she saw his patrol cruiser close in behind her with the lights and siren on. After she pulled over onto the berm of the road, she put her window down glancing in the side view mirror while chewing her lower lip as she focused on his fly as he sauntered toward her.

  Oh, that man is hot. Tessa glanced over her shoulder and pretended to scowl at him.

  "Is there an emergency, Doctor McGuire?" Sam asked as he leaned an arm along the top of her vehicle.

  "No. No emergency…Sheriff." Tessa tried not to grin.

  "Then what's the hurry?" His fingers thrummed on the roof.

  "I didn't get any coffee this morning after I got out of bed, and I want to stop at the diner and pick some up before I get to work."

  Tessa noticed Sam was smiling as he glanced away even though those damn mirrored sunglasses hid his eyes. She was really beginning to hate them. Sam slapped his hand on the roof making her jerk.

  "Better get going then." He turned to go then turned back to her. "Of course, if you'd gotten your ass out of bed earlier, you would have had coffee." Sam put his fingers to his hat. "You have a nice day…ma'am."

  Tessa laughed and watched him walk back to his cruiser, admiring his butt in those close-fitting jeans. She groaned thinking how hot he really was, even if a smartass, since it was his fault she was so late getting out of bed. After checking for traffic, she hit the gas and pulled out, spinning tires and throwing gravel. Tessa grinned when she looked back and saw Sam throwing his hands up in the air as if to say ‘what the hell’.

  ****

  Sam climbed into his vehicle and watched Tessa drive away shaking his head. She had claimed he was trouble…nope, that woman was absolute trouble with a capital T. He chuckled. She had to know he was out here and that was why she was speeding, she’d wanted him to stop her. That made Sam smile as he pulled onto the road and followe
d her to the diner. A cup of coffee sounded good right about now. He drove into a spot beside where she’d parked at the diner, and stepped from the vehicle. Tessa grinned as she looked at him over the hood of her SUV.

  "Are you following me, Sheriff?" She teased with an innocent expression and an adorable tilt to her head.

  Sam stopped beside her and gazed down at her. "Yes."

  Tessa laughed. "I don't think I've ever met a more honest man than you, Sam."

  Sam chuckled and took his sunglasses off. "I don't lie." Her expression suddenly changed and all playfulness left her. "What is it?"

  "Nothing. Well, if you must know, I hate it when you wear those sunglasses," she told him with a sudden smile.

  "I'm not wearing them now."

  Tessa looked away then back and looped her arm through his. "Let's have coffee, Sheriff then I have got to get to work."

  Sam stared at her and shrugged. He wished he could understand why she sometimes seemed to lock down. Was it about him? Was he moving things too fast for her? She’d said she didn’t want any involvements. Maybe he needed to slow down. "Sure."

  They enjoyed their coffee together talking about events on the news channel running on the TV mounted on the back wall then Sam leaned over, and kissed her quickly before leaving the diner to head to the office.

  ****

  Tessa sighed with a grin she couldn’t hold back as she watched Sam walk out of the diner then she turned back to her coffee only to find Connie smiling at her. Tessa raised an eyebrow.

  "So…you and Sam, huh?" Connie inquired in a low voice.

  "I-I’d like to think so, Connie," Tessa said making her friend laugh. "It’s kind of complicated and I have no idea how he feels."

  "Well, if he isn't interested, he's missing a good opportunity because there is a lot of sexual tension between you. A lot."