“Where was I unclear?” Sam asked and I blinked.
“Uh… you were pretty clear,” I told him.
“So you don’t think you get me. You actually get me.”
I kept staring.
And I got him which meant I had him.
I had him.
My heart leapt as that settled into my soul.
“Yeah, Sam, I get you,” I whispered.
“You need to talk about him, dig him out so you can release the shit he planted in you, we’ll talk, baby. I’ll give that to you. Anytime. Except one. When we’re in bed, it’s you and me. Don’t bring him here. Leave behind the shit he planted because, Kia, honey, you’re beautiful, you have a fantastic fuckin’ body and when you let go, swear to Christ, you could make me come just with the noises you make when you get excited.”
“Wow,” I whispered.
Sam grinned.
Then he whispered back, “So, let that shit go, baby. The way you kissed me this morning and the way you were before I broke through tonight, let that shit go. That isn’t you. That’s what he planted in you and that motherfucker is dead. Bury him.”
Bury him.
Bury Cooter.
I already did.
And yet, I didn’t.
And Cooter Clementine was very, very dead.
It was time to bury all of him.
“Okay, Sam,” I agreed quietly.
His hand in my hair moved, taking my hair with it, it glided along my jaw as his eyes roamed over my face.
Then his fingers slid out of my hair, he wrapped both arms around me and rolled, I went over him then to my back and Sam was on top of me.
“Right,” he said softly, “now, you were in the middle of usin’ your mouth on me when I interrupted to fuck you. Let’s go back to that.”
Oh yeah. That sounded good because he felt good and he tasted good.
I wanted to go back to that.
“Okay,” I breathed.
Sam grinned.
Then he kissed me, hard, wet and deep.
Then he rolled us so he was on his back and I was on top.
Then we got back to what I was doing before he interrupted to fuck me.
After awhile of further exploration and discovery on my part, which I enjoyed a whole heckuva lot and, considering I significantly widened my search area and was relatively thorough, Sam enjoyed more, Sam broke out another condom.
By the time Sam finally let me pass out, the sun had started kissing the sky and he’d broken out two more.
So, I already had proof, when God was handing out talent, he was generous with Sam in a lot of areas.
One of them was stamina.
Good to know.
Chapter Nine
Unclean
My eyes drifted open when I felt the covers drifting down.
Then I felt Sam’s lips at the small of my back, his hand light on my bottom and his lips drifted up while his hand drifted down.
I was on my belly and I turned my head just when his lips drifted over my shoulder and his hand pressed between my legs.
I sucked in breath.
Sam’s eyes caught mine.
“Mouth,” he growled.
Without delay, half asleep but fully turned on, I lifted up and gave him my mouth.
*
Twenty minutes later I was grinding down on his cock, Sam’s head was tipped back, mine tipped forward and our lips were brushing, our heavy breaths mingling.
I moved to glide up but his arm around my waist tightened, holding me down.
“Baby,” I breathed.
“You’re stayin’ an extra day in Italy, I’m takin’ you to Parma to see the da Vinci,” Sam declared on a rumble that I heard as well as felt… straight through me.
“Okay,” I agreed instantly and tried again to push up but he kept me down.
“Then I’m goin’ to Crete with you.”
I froze; my half-mast eyes opened to full and looked into his.
“Really?” I whispered, uncertain whether to laugh or cry with glee.
“Really,” he whispered back.
I held his eyes and didn’t laugh or cry. I just experienced the glorious feeling of my heart leaping with joy.
Then I agreed, “Okay.”
He smiled.
I smiled back.
Then I tilted my head and kissed him, hard.
His arm loosened and I moved.
*
I was standing in front of the full-length oval mirror, swiping mascara on my lashes when I heard a key in the lock.
My eyes went to the reflection of the door in the mirror and I watched Sam walk in wearing another pair of faded jeans that fit really well and another shirt, this one light blue, and I knew it was made of linen because it was already wrinkly.
We’d showered in my room and he’d gone to his room to change, leaving me to do my gig in my room.
And I had, including blowing out my hair, doing the Celeste perfume business and donning a sundress I bought with Celeste. This one was shorter than the one Sam had seen, clingier, a lot like a tank top but in dress form, lotus pink and clearly it had Sam’s approval considering his eyes moved to it the minute he cleared the door and didn’t leave it (or, I should say, the ass vicinity of my back in it) as he walked across the room to me.