“Really? Thanks man. I appreciate it.” Luke said. “I’ll just go check in with her and then the two of you can take off.” He patted Nick’s shoulder. “I owe you one, man.”
Before Nick could protest or kick and scream that he wasn’t fit to hang out with a child, Luke took off towards the office to seek out his daughter. Sam smiled sweetly at Nick, her blue eyes glinting with mischief. She puckered her full lips and blew him a kiss.
“Have fun.” She whispered before she sashayed towards the lot. Nick’s eyes fell to her ass watching as her jean shorts fitted like a second skin over that tight ass. He shook his head. She wasn’t getting away with it. He took two strides and looped his finger into the belt loop of her shorts and tugged her against him tightly.
He leaned over her shoulder and took her earlobe between his lips. “You trying to play with me, Samantha?” He whispered huskily.
“No.” She choked out. She felt all his hard ridges against her including his cock that was straining against her lower back. “I’m going to be late.”
“Late?” He asked as he indulged in her scent. Her shampoo was like an aphrodisiac.
His hand skimmed her side and she closed her eyes as her nipples hardened. She damned herself to hell for allowing her body to react to him this way. She had no control. “I have…” What did she have? Oh, right nothing she just wanted to see him squirm for a while. Yeah, that worked well, she was the only one doing the squirming.
“Hmm…” He murmured as he splayed his palms against her thighs and pressed her back into his erection. “Come with me.” He said huskily.
God, did she want to. She closed her eyes and chastised herself, he meant for her to come to the arcade with him. “I really can’t.” She found her voice and slowly turned, since he hadn’t let go of her she turned in his arms and faced him. “I can meet you there if anything.” She wasn’t about to tell him that her appointment consisted of getting whatever dirt she could about last night from Phillip and Mallory. “What’s the matter Nick? Are you scared of a seven year old?” She said playfully.
His eyes were planted firmly on her mouth as he spoke. “Just meet us at the arcade.” He said slowly. He could handle Ava; there wasn’t a doubt in his mind. Okay, well, maybe that was a lie, but he wouldn’t let Sam know otherwise.
She stared up at him and without allowing herself to second guess her actions she lifted her hand to caress his cheek. “Okay.” She agreed.
Ava came running out of the office, with a brutally wounded Luke following close behind. “Okay guys, I’m ready!” She smiled boisterously and patted her pockets. “I’m locked and loaded!” She made an attempt to wink at Nick.
He released Sam and laughed at Ava. He suddenly wasn’t nervous about spending the afternoon with her; she was his kind of kid. He held out his hand and she slapped hers into his palm.
“Alright, let’s get going. We’ve got games to play and prizes to win.” He nodded over towards Luke and in their silent code they had their own understandable conversation.
Sam shook her head, and resolved, she’d never get the whole guy code thing. She watched as Nick led Ava out of the garage. Ava turned and looked over her shoulder at her aunt.
“Aren’t you coming Aunt Sam?”
“She’s going to meet us there, kiddo.” Nick said and eyed Sam.
Sam nodded. “I’ll see you in a little while.”
“Okay.” Ava said happily and skipped off with Nick’s hand held tightly in hers. They were some pair Sam thought as she her heart pounded watching them.
Sam walked into the small coffee shop on Main Street, the smell of the different brews kicked her senses into high gear and she craved a hazelnut coffee as if her life depended on it. She quickly found Mallory and Phillip sitting in a booth both wearing sunglasses and propping their heads up with the palm of their hands. They looked as if they could shake hands with Luke. Apparently, Sam missed a good night out.
She sighed and made her way towards them. When she reached the booth, she chose to slide in beside Mallory. Her eyes went back and forth between the two of them and she shook her head, signaling for the barista.
“Rough night, apparently.” She remarked.
“Girlfriend, you have no idea.” Phillip answered miserably.
The barista came over and Sam placed her order quickly before she looked over at Mallory. She appeared to be sleeping. Sam nudged her with her elbow.
“I’m awake!” She blurted and sat straight up. She turned and looked at Sam. “When did you get here?”
“Oh my God, is everyone in this town suffering a hangover, except me?” Sam asked.
“You missed a good night.” Mallory said as she pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head.
“Yeah, I got that much.” Sam said and looked across the table at Phillip. “So how about you start by telling me what that little phone call was last night?”