“Whatever you want,” I replied. “We’ll order room service and watch movies or something.”
She looked up at me and smiled. “Good. I’d rather just have you all to myself. We can sightsee tomorrow.”
I followed willingly when Sam took my hand and led me over to the bed. My eyes shifted down, admiring the view as her hips swayed. She motioned for me to lie down on my stomach and I complied. The heat from her thighs warmed my back when she straddled me and started to gently knead her hands into my skin. I felt calm and aroused all at the same time, keeping the latter of the two feelings to myself.
“I talked to my mom while you were asleep,” she said as her fingers worked their magic.
“Did she cry again?” I joked.
“Shut up. No, I just called her to make sure they got in safe last night.” Sam was quiet and I knew she was getting ready to ask me something that I wasn’t ready to answer. “So, do you think your dad’s gonna find out that we’re here together?”
It would‘ve been so simple to lie because she was under the impression that I had unlimited freedom, but that wasn’t the truth. Well, not anymore. “I actually talked to him while you were in the shower,” was my only response; I didn’t elaborate, but I knew she wasn’t gonna let it go at that.
“Does he know?” Her tone was already panicked.
Knowing that it didn’t take much to get her worked up, I chose my words carefully. “He knows, but there’s nothing he can do. So, don’t worry.”
“What’d he say?” Her voice went up another octave. She braced her hand against the headboard as I turned over onto my back and met her gaze, still locked between her legs.
“Sam, he’s not gonna do anything. Trust me.” I wanted to avoid having to disclose all the details of the conversation; that would give too much away. Her expression softened and I was grateful to see that she’d relaxed a little. Every time a conversation had anything to with my father, she got like this. It pissed me off that he’d treated her so badly that the mere mention of his name ensued stress. He didn’t deserve to have that kind of power - over anyone.
Eventually she let it go and I was glad of it. Her eyes were focused on nothing in particular as she zoned out into her own thoughts. I stared up, waiting for her to come to herself again. My eyes roamed over her body from where I lay pinned to the bed beneath her. It’d been a while since we’d been in this position – clothed or otherwise. Sam shifted a little when she felt nature beginning to take its course and a slow smile spread across my face. Sitting on top of me probably wasn’t the best thing at the moment if she didn’t have plans to follow through. She smiled back, rolled her eyes, and climbed off before walking over to the desk to pick up the room service menu.
“What you wanna eat?” She asked.
“You,” I replied honestly with a smile and zero hesitation. She rolled her eyes playfully again just as my phone vibrated in my pocket, deflating my mood. I needed to take the call, and I needed to take it in private. “On second thought……just go ahead and order me whatever you’re having. I’ll go get ice.” I snatched my shirt over my head and sighed when I stood to my feet.
“Ok,” she said softly, her eyes on me as I made my exit.
I grabbed the bucket, kissed her once, and then left the room quickly with my phone in hand. Before I reached the end of the hallway I was already checking my call log and my suspicions were confirmed – my father again. As I waited for him to answer, my head was running over all the possible reasons that he’d be bothering me this time. Did he know something that I didn’t? Did someone warn him that I’d been spotted already after only being here for less than a day?
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Sam