by Rye Hart
Like Levi had taken with her.
Twenty minutes later, Sam walked through the entrance. And even though she was in nothing but old jeans and a loose t-shirt, she still looked heavenly. She sat between Liam and me, and her warmth comforted my soul. The waitress came over and asked if she wanted to place a drink order, but all she ordered was water.
“You don’t want some wine or anything?” I asked. “This is on us. You can get whatever you want.”
“Water’s fine,” she said curtly.
Something wasn’t right.
“I know what you guys want to talk about, so I’ll make it simple,” Sam said. “What happened between all of us probably shouldn't have happened. I’m Lauren’s best friend, and something like this going on ever—much less within a month of her wedding—would make her beyond angry.”
“We know you’re worried about that,” Logan said. “But don’t—”
“I’m sorry for how I acted. How I behaved around you guys. We’ve known each other a long time, and I am not used to losing control like that,” she said.
“Please don’t be sorry,” Liam said.
“If anything, we were scared we’d forced you to do something you didn’t want to do,” I said.
“You didn’t force me to do anything, I was more than a willing participant,” Sam said. “But it doesn’t make what happened any less wrong.”
“It wasn’t fucking wrong,” Levi said. “Stop saying that.”
“Don’t be embarrassed,” I said as I slipped my hand onto her knee. “We all enjoyed what happened as much as you did.”
Sam took a sip of her water before standing from her seat. I stood with her, afraid she was going to run again. I didn’t want her to run.
“I need to use the restroom,” Sam said.
Then she bolted off toward the back of the restaurant.
I stood there, waiting for her to come back. My brothers were sighing and grumbling to themselves, but I was worried about Sam. She wasn’t acting like herself. She looked pale. Like maybe she wasn’t sleeping much. But after ten minutes of her being gone, I stepped away from the table and went looking for her.
I walked up to the women’s restroom door, fully prepared to go in and check on her. But as I raised my hand to knock on the door, it opened. Sam took a step before catching herself, and her eyes whipped up to mine. They were tired. Rimmed with red.
Sam didn’t look well at all.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“I really wished you guys wouldn’t have cornered me the way you did,” Sam said.
“You aren’t talking to us. And we’re really worried about you. None of us have heard from Lauren or anything.”
“We’re grown women with lives. It happens.”
“You’re still at your parents’.”
She sighed, and I opened my arms for her. She stood there for a second, seemingly debating on what to do. And the second she stepped into my arms I closed them around her and pulled her close. I felt her bury herself into me. I lowered my lips to the top of her head and kissed her softly, trying my best to pour my strength into her. Give her what was left of my passion so it could fill her tired body.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“So much,” Sam said breathlessly.
“You know you can talk to me, right?” I asked.
Sam pressed her cheek against my shoulder and nuzzled into my neck.
“Whatever it is, I’ll never judge you. You can talk to me about anything. Whenever you want.”
“Thanks,” Sam said.
“We all want to make sure you’re okay, Sam. I want to make sure you’re okay.”
“And it’s really kind of you guys. Seriously. Thank you,” she said.
We stood there for a while, my hand lightly stroking her back. I felt her relax into me. I swayed with her lightly, twirling her around in the middle of the small hallway as the guys sat back at the table. Just the two of us, with Sam shaking against my body as I held her as tightly as I could.
She still wouldn’t tell me what was wrong, but she did lean on me for support.
I placed one last kiss on the top of her head before she sighed and pulled away.
“I’m not really hungry,” she said.
I cupped her cheek and brought her beautiful gaze up to mine and found an emptiness that punched me in the throat.
“Then sit with us and take a break from whatever it is that’s plaguing you,” I said.
And when she nodded against my palm, my heart jumped.
At least she was staying, and that was progress.
CHAPTER 15
LOGAN
“You sure you’re not hungry, Sam?” I asked.
“I’m sure,” she said.
“You can have some of my fries if you’d like them,” Liam said.
“I promise I’m okay.”
“They’ve got your favorite dessert here. A molten chocolate cake,” Luke said.
“Guys. Please. I’m not hungry,” she said.
“Then at least let me give you a ride home,” I said.
I watched her sigh as she slumped back into her chair. I hated this. Her feeling that, for whatever the reason, being with her fucking parents was better than being in Bakersfield near all of us. We all knew that’s the only reason Lauren was in L.A. To keep an eye on Sam. Which meant that whatever was plaguing her was bad.
“Come on,” I said. “I’ll give you a ride. Liam, you got this?”
“Yep, got it covered,” he said.
“Good. Come on, Sam. I’m giving you a ride home.”
I held out my hand for her, and she took it willingly, but the car ride was silent. Sam had never been this distraught before. And even if she was upset or stressed, she was always rattling on about it.
Her silence worried me.
“Are you really okay, Sam?”
She sighed, her shoulders heaving deeply as her chest fell.
“I’m just really tired. I don’t know why you guys insist on asking me the same question over and over again,” she said.
“Fine, but do you think it’s best to ride whatever this is out with your parents?”
“I’m not sure of anything right now.”
“That’s not the Sam I know,” I said.
“Well then that makes two of us now doesn’t it?” she muttered.
“What does that mean?”
“Vegas,” she said with a heavy sigh.
“Sam, we’ve all already told you. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You wanted it, we wanted it. It was beautiful. You could never be anything but special to us. So come home and let us show you how special you are.”
She rolled her eyes, and it made my stomach churn.
“I thought you guys came to talk. Not to try and convince me to go home,” she said.
“If being with your parents is only going to make it worse, then maybe you should come home,” I said.
“Then it’s a good thing they’re out at one of their fancy schmancy balls tonight.”
“So your parents aren’t home?” I asked.
“Nope.”
That was my chance. I’d been waiting to talk with her alone for damn near three fucking weeks. Levi—shockingly enough—had this time with her. I knew Luke had talked with her for a while in that damn hallway. I wanted some time with Sam now.
“Could I come in and talk with you if your parents aren’t here?” I asked.
“Are you going to try and convince me to come home?” Sam asked.
“On my life, I won’t. But I do want to talk to you.”
“Fine,” she said with a grunt as she opened the car door. “Come on in.”
She looked back at me as she opened the door, like she was hesitant to let me come in after all. I jammed my hands into my jeans, trying to keep control of my raging emotions. I wanted to shove her into the house and crash my lips against hers. Take her upstairs and remind her of the beauty we’d experienced together in Vegas. Some
thing that felt that good and that right couldn’t possibly be as wrong as she thought it was.
Maybe she needed a reminder.
She stepped into the house, and I really thought she was going to close the damn door in my face. But instead, she nodded for me to come inside. I stepped in, and she locked the door behind me.
“So if you’re not going to ask me how I’m doing, and if you’re not going to try and convince me to go back to Bakersfield with you then what is it that you want to talk about Logan?” she asked, cocking her hip against the doorframe to the spacious kitchen. “We’re worried about you, and I’ve seen you stressed. This isn’t stress. It’s something else.”
“Logan, please. Don’t do this to me tonight.”
“Come on Sam, I’m only trying to help.”
“Stop it.”
“Sam, talk to me. I’m worried as hell over you.”
“It’s not your job to worry about me,” she said.
“But it is my job Sam, because I care about you. A lot.”
Her eyes whipped up to mine, and my stomach clenched. Those dazzling blue eyes. That long blonde hair piled in a bun on her head. The perfect size for my palm. The silence hung heavily between us, and I watched her eyes fall to my lips. Watching as my teeth raked over my bottom lip. Fuck me. That night in Vegas shot through my mind. Her lips around my cock. How she moaned and tightened that sweet little pussy around me.
I wanted her.
Bad.
“Logan?”
Sam’s voice stopped my mind in its track.
“Yes?” I asked.
“I’m afraid,” she said.
“Of what sweetheart?”
“Of how I feel. Of what it means. I’m afraid of – of,” she trailed off
She took a step toward me and placed her hand on my chest. Right above my heart, and it slammed against her palm, threatening to crack my sternum and fall out onto the floor. Her eyes panned back up to mine, and I crooked my fingers underneath her chin and slid my thumb along her lower lip.
I watched her tongue dart out to catch it.
I leaned in to kiss her, and she fell into my body, collapsed against me as her lips parted for my tongue. I pulled her against me and felt her mold automatically to my body. Our tongues collided as fire shot down to my toes, and I picked her up effortlessly in my arms.
I carried her up the stairs and walked her into her bedroom. I put her down on her feet and released her hair from the bun. I watched it cascade down over her shoulders and slid my fingers through the silky strands. She stood up on her tiptoes and I kissed her forehead before she turned her eyes up to mine and I was completely done for.
Our lips crashed against one another’s as we fell to the bed. My hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts and feeling the way her legs parted for me. She rolled me over, straddling my hips and grinding down into my pulsing cock.
Her heat was undeniable.
And I couldn't resist her any longer.
She slid from my body, and I leaned up onto my forearms. I watched as Sam slowly pulled her shirt over her head. She reached up and unsnapped her bra, the fabric falling to the floor.
I couldn’t wait to get my lips wrapped around her engorged peaks.
She shimmied out of her jeans. Out of her panties. There she stood, naked in front of me, with the swells and dips of her body glistening in the moonlight. I shot up from the bed and wrapped her in my arms, growling as my lips fell to her neck. I nibbled. Sucked. Kissed and licked. I slid to my knees, lapping at her tits and suckling her nipples until she was panting for more. My hands reached around for her ass while I guided her toward the edge of the bed. I sat her down, smoothing my hands over her naked thighs before I parted her at the knees.
“Logan,” she said breathlessly.
I looked up into her half-hooded eyes as her scent hit me.
The animal inside me uncaged, and I dove into her pussy. I drank down her arousal as my tongue slid along her clit. I locked my lips around it and flicked its tip. I felt Sam’s hands curl into my hair. She pulled me closer. Rocked against my lips. Coated my chin and cheeks with her sweet, sensuous juices. She tasted divine. Like the sweetest wine pairing to a fine dessert.
I raked the body of my tongue along her clit until she trembled against my face.
“Logan. Oh yes. I’m coming. It’s so damn good! Shit.”
She fell back on the bed, and I pulled her pussy closer. I slid my tongue into her depths and felt her walls fluttering around my intrusion. I wrapped her legs around my head and licked back up to her clit, groaning into her as I flicked my tongue over her swollen nub. Her hands raked along my scalp, and she tried to push me away. Pushing and pulling. Resisting and giving in. She darted and rocked. My hands held her hips to the bed as she moved wildly, her tits bouncing as I looked up to her.
I watched her skin flush and beads of sweat break out over her body before she fell over the edge again.
“Oh shit! Logan! Yes!”
I grinned into her pussy before I pulled her clit between my lips. I flicked her tip until she was begging me to stop. Trembling and crying out for mercy. I gave her one last lick before I stood, watching how heavily she panted. Her hands were white-knuckling the sheets beside her as I stripped myself of my clothes. My cock ached. Pulsed. Leaked from its tip. A small stream of precum fell to the floor, and my eyes lowered onto her swollen little pussy.
I placed her heels against my chest and slid my cock into her juices.
Then I pushed in and listened to her moan my name.
“Logan. Yessss,” she hissed.
I snapped my hips against hers, watching those massive tits bounce. I slowly folded her in half, until the crooks of her legs were over my shoulders. I planted my hands beside her head and hovered over her, watching as her lips puckered. I felt her hands slide up my arms. Grip my shoulders. Her nails dug into me, and I groaned, my movements faltering for only a second. I pounded into her body. I crashed my lips to hers. She licked her taste from my skin, and I felt my cock grow thicker against her walls.
There was no woman sexier than Sam.
No woman better for me than her.
Her legs slid from my shoulders, and I picked her up. She wrapped her limbs around me as we stood there in the middle of her room. My hands grabbed her ass and lifted her up, sliding her pussy along my cock. She whimpered and panted into my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Sam. So wet for me.”
She was dripping down my balls. I could feel it, and it was wonderful. The sex-tainted air around us fueled my passion for her, and I braced myself for her impending orgasm. My toes curled into the floor as I hoisted her body, lifting her on and off of me as my hands guided her movements. She peppered my face and shoulders with kisses, all the while whimpering my name. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out.
Her hot breath against my skin made me come alive.
“Logan. Fuck. Don’t stop. I’m so close. The wall. Pin me to the wall. Please. Please fuck me harder.”
I wasn’t going to deny her what she wanted.
I barreled her into the wall, and a picture came crashing down. I slammed myself into her, my hips slapping into hers. She raked her nails along my back as my hands pressed into the wall. I could hear the entire thing creaking as my feet dug into the carpet.
“Yes, Logan. Yes! More!”
“Oh, Sam. I’ll always give you more.”
I fucked her as fast as I could and drove myself as deep as I could get. My balls curled into my body, and I braced myself as colors burst in my vision. Her pussy clamped around me, and her lips crashed into mine. She swallowed my groans. My grunts. My growls as they surfaced. Her hands raked through my hair, clinging to any part of me she could reach. My cock emptied into her, pumping her full of my seed as her pussy milked me for more.
Our foreheads fell together, and I could feel her heart beating against mine. My lips fell to her cheek and lined a trail down
her pulse point as her head fell to the side. Willingly opening to me like she had back in Vegas. I gripped her body and held her close to me, pulling her away from the wall and stumbling over to her bed. My legs were weak. My mind was still reeling from the power of my orgasm.
Fuck.
Sam was incredible.
I laid her down on the bed, reluctantly pulling my cock from her body. Her eyes fluttered closed, and I could tell she was tired. I gathered her clothes and tossed them into a chair, then slid mine on before I sat on the edge of her bed. My hand was still shaking as I smoothed her hair from her face, and she turned into the palm of my hand and lazily kissed it.
“You don’t ever need to be scared of how you feel about me. Or any of us. We treasure you Sam, and we respect you. We always will,” I whispered softly.
She kept her eyes closed but nodded her head.
I didn’t want to leave her, but I knew I had to. She didn’t want me here when her parents got home, and I didn’t necessarily want to run into them either. An altercation with them wouldn’t make Sam’s situation any less stressful. If I wanted her to trust me enough to really tell me what was going on with her, I’d have to play by her rules. For now.
CHAPTER 16
LEVI
Something wasn’t sitting right with me. That dinner with Sam had been way too fucking weird. She’d looked awful, like she hadn’t been well, and I spent half the night worried that she was hiding some sort of illness from us. The thought of her being sick made me half crazy. I’d tried to pry details out of Logan when he got back from taking her home, but he told me that she hadn’t given him any more information than she’d given all of us at dinner. I had the sneaking suspicion that he was holding something back, but I had been too tired and worried to try and drag it out of him. I got up the next morning and picked up my phone, then immediately dialed her number.
