Chapter 11

Sam

When Sean’s deep voice reaches me where we sit in the lounge, butterflies erupt in my stomach. This man has such an effect on me. Now that Marie has planted the seed inside my brain, I can’t stop wondering if my recent low mood has had as much to do with guilt and sadness over leaving Sean as it does the fire. That I’m crumbling because I’m lovesick over a man doesn’t sit well with me, but this isn’t just any man. And I’m realising that more and more.

The second he steps into the room, our eyes lock. He pauses in the doorway and stares. The intensity in his gaze takes my breath away. He doesn’t smile, doesn’t say a word, but I can feel that something has shifted, and suddenly I’m as nervous as I am giddy. Finally, he moves, coming over to join me, Hayley, and Nathan on the large, plush corner sofa.

“Feeling better?” Nathan asks, a mischievous gleam in his eyes, and again, Sean doesn’t say a word, just fixes Nathan with a hard glare. Yikes. I don’t know what’s going on between them, but the tension in the room is stifling as Sean leans his thick thigh against the arm of the chair beside me. Nothing is said about their exchange as Hayley distracts Nathan with talk of some impending new arrivals in the pack who’ll be working with him. But when their attention has shifted, Sean leans over and speaks close to my ear, low enough that nobody else could hear. His warm breath tickling my neck has me sitting stock still, hands clasped tightly in my lap.

“He’s pissed off because I told him you’re mine.”

My heart stutters in my chest at his words, and I whip my head around to face him. Those are the words he spoke to me that night. That amazing night. The night that was so perfect that I freaked out, the strength of my emotions overwhelming me and making me bolt. I’m trying to work out whether he realises what those words mean to me and how significant they are in my mind. But Sean just looks at me, expression inscrutable as he straightens, like he hasn’t thrown me for a complete loop. I admire his strong profile and brawny build as he smiles and chats to Hayley about her due date.

Sitting there silently, I try to wrap my head around his words. Did he only say that to piss Nathan off? Or does he really mean he’s willing to give me another chance? My mind drifts back to the last time he called me his, and I shift in my seat as my body reacts instantly. Every cell in my body heats and I squirm, fighting the arousal that rushes through me.

“If we do this, Sam, you’re mine. I might never let you go.”

“I’m yours, Sean. I’m yours. Please,” I plead, needing him, trusting him to give me exactly what I want. Him.

Sean lifts me easily, using his enormous hands to hold me above his throbbing cock. As I settle myself over him, with only his tip notched against my dripping pussy, I use my thighs on either side of his to keep myself in position. I can’t resist swivelling my hips, the rotating movement allowing me to sink a little further down on his giant cock. The way he fills and stretches me is incredible, and I’m so wet that despite his girth, he’s slides in easily. I feel every inch of him teasing and stroking me inside, every nerve ending on fire.

He’s only halfway in and my body is already singing with pleasure.

“Sean, you feel so good,” I moan, scarcely believing how amazing this feels. I’ve never come from penetration alone before, but I feel like if he moves at all, I’ll explode. His explore my curves reverently, and he whispers words of encouragement and adoration as I continue to take him inside me.

“Sam. You’re incredible, so stunning,” he grits out, his fingers tightening on my waist, pinching almost painfully as my ass meets his thighs, completely seated on his imposing cock. I roll my hips and we both gasp as electric shocks fly through my body, from my core straight to my fingers and toes. My scalp tingles and I fall forward, gripping his face in my two hands as I pant, struggling to hold on. He presses his forehead to mine and grips the back of my neck with one hand, holding me in place.

“Sean. What… what is this?”

I don’t understand. It’s so intense. It’s so powerful. I can’t make sense of it. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt.

“I know, sweetheart. I feel it too.” As he says those words, he pushes his hips up into me, and I cry out.

“It’s so good. It’s too good.”

“No such thing, Sam. Enjoy it, let go, and give it to me.”

His lips brush mine tenderly, before he thrusts up a little harder this time and I cling to him. As he continues to thrust up into me, I hold on, my brain not comprehending what is going on, how this can be so incredible. Finally, I move, pushing up and placing my hand on his broad chest for leverage. As he shifts his hips, I lift and come down to meet him, rolling my pelvis so my clit brushes his public bone on each pass.

“Fuck Sam, that’s it. Use me, take what you need.”

His words open a dam in me, and all the frustration at being weak and vulnerable flows from me. I take. I ride him hard, my head tipped back, luxuriating at every sensation. Sean’s hot breath on my nipples as he sits forward and takes them into his mouth, lavishing them with attention. The tickle of my hair on my back as I move. The roughness of his hands on waist and sides as he strokes and caresses. And the delicious fullness between my legs.

The primal power this man exudes but also his restraint, holding back and letting me be the one in charge. I’m under no illusion that this is his default.

Slowly but steadily, I get nearer and nearer, and I when I tip my head back down and open my eyes, my breath hitches. Sean is watching me with rapt fascination.

“You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs, shoving a hand into the hair at the nape of my neck and kissing me hard.

I don’t know how he does it, but suddenly we flip and I’m beneath him. He covers me with his muscular body, balancing on one arm as he stares deeply into my eyes. It’s intense and I know that this is it. Nothing will ever top this moment as he pushes back inside me. I call his name, digging my nails into the skin on his back as he picks up speed, pounding into me harder now, faster.

It's frantic and sweaty as I meet him on every thrust, desperate for him.

“Fuck,” he curses. “Sam, I can’t hang on any longer.”

He reaches between us and drags some of the slick that’s flowing from me over my clit before strumming my sensitive nerves, pushing me straight over the edge as he presses down firmly and my legs twitch and spasm.

“Sean!”

I scream his name as I buck under his big body, clutching his thick waist, as wave after wave of my climax crashes over me, obliterating my mind. He draws back, separating us. I cry out at the loss, trying to pull him back inside me, but he’s too strong for me to have any chance of stopping him. He pulls out, grabbing his pulsing cock, and watches with searing intensity as stream after stream of cum paints my belly and breasts.

I’m still reeling from the loss of his closeness when he steps away from the bed, going to get a warm cloth to clean me up. He curls me up protectively in his lap and sighs, pressing kisses to the top of my head and stroking my head.

“That was perfect,” I whisper, and it’s the truth. I’ll never experience anything like that ever again.

“You’re perfect.”

I purr like a cat and snuggle in closer, completely content and still buzzing from my orgasm. After relaxing for a few minutes, happily soaking up his presence all around me, he shifts on the bed, lifting me easily to the mattress before kissing my nose and then my lips.

“I’m going to have a shower. I still stink from the bar. You want to join me?”

He has a wicked glint in his eye, and I can’t help chuckling. I know exactly what kind of shower he has in mind.

“No, thank you. I don’t trust my legs to hold me up.”

He’s delighted with that as he stands, giving me a perfect view of his ass as he grabs a towel and heads toward the ensuite.

I sigh happily, a big smile on my face as he pulls the door over, whistling as he turns on the water and steps inside the enclosure. This feels to right. To be here, in his bed, in his house. As I sit up, I feel a tightness on my skin where a splash of cum has dried on me. Thank god he had the sense to pull out. I was going to let him come inside me. Actually, not only that, I was disappointed that he didn’t. Annoyed even. I wanted it. It was raw and primal.

How messed up is that?

I frown as I sit up and look around me. What the hell am I doing? I’ve moved myself in with a man I barely even know. Sure, he seems nice, and he’s definitely hot, with mad bedroom skills, but I don’t know enough about him to let him knock me up. What was I thinking? He must think I’m insane. I’ve taken over his life, following him from his home to work and back again. And then trying to make him do something stupid that could result in a baby, a permanent tie to me.

Swallowing down the embarrassment, my heart races. Panic makes my breathing erratic and I rub my breastbone, begging my body to cooperate and not to do this now. This amazing man can’t come back into his room to find the crazy stalker having a freak out.

Getting to my feet, I struggle into a pair of leggings and a hoodie without really thinking about what I am doing. Other than I need fresh air. Right now. The room suddenly feels claustrophobic. I need to get outside. Fast. Snatching up my keys and my phone, I sneak out of Sean’s bedroom, being quiet so he doesn’t catch on to the fact I’m spiralling into a panic attack.

Flinging open the door to my car, I jump in and slam the door. As my breathing settles, I glance around the dimly lit car park, and without thinking, I put the key in the ignition. I don’t even really remember why, but next thing I was driving down the road, fully intent on coming back once I’ve pulled myself together. But I don’t. I get further and further away, ignoring the flashing screen on the passenger seat beside me, until I’m slipping back inside my apartment, tears streaming down my face. Bawling over what I have just done and not understanding one bit why I did it.

“Sam?” Marie’s voice snaps me out of my daydream, and when I blink up at her, she’s watching me with an amused smile on her face. Where did she come from?

“Sorry, sorry,” I mutter, shaking my head to clear the fog.

“Quite alright. Are you ready to go in for dinner?” She almost laughing now as she observes me. Turning in my chair, I realise everyone else has gone already, and it’s just Marie, Sean, and I left in the living room. I nod, flicking my eyes up at Sean, who’s still sitting by my side, gaze fixed firmly on the side of my face.

Marie raises her eyebrows at me before turning on her stylish heels and leaving us. Alone. I go to stand, but Sean throws out an arm and I fall back into the cushions.

“Whatever the hell you were thinking about just then, I want to know. Right now.”