Lush Curves (Dangerous Curves 8) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

“Well, you know him,” Annie said. “You met him a few years ago, and then again recently.”“Yeah? Who is it?”“Sam Innis.”“Sam…” Sarah choked on her wine, and Tessa merrily patted her on the back. “Sam Innis? Doctor Sam Innis?”“The one and only,” Annie said. She turned to the other women who were listening avidly. “When Sarah was badly hurt a few years ago, Sam was in the E.R. the night that Jax, King, and Mac brought her in. He’s a trauma doctor and surgeon.”“Ooooh.” Mirrie’s eyes were huge. “Wait, I know him.”“You do?” Sarah asked her. “How?”“Through Mac, mostly,” Mirrie said. “They’re friends from the hospital, have been for years, and they get together and play basketball sometimes. In fact, when I was beaten up by The Fallen Angels, it was Sam Innis who saw me first in trauma, and called Mac in to assess the damage to my brain. It’s because of Sam that we even met.”“He gets around, this guy,” Tessa said. “Saving lives and playing Cupid.”“Wait,” Sarah said suddenly. “How old

Exactly ninety-nine minutes later, Annie paid the taxi driver and climbed out, carefully avoiding a massive puddle on Sam’s driveway. Spring was around the corner, and the snow was melting rapidly, leaving puddles the size of ponds all over Denver.She walked up to the front door, raised her hand to knock, but it flew open before she could even touch the wood. She took one look, and was pleased to see that Sam was as good as his word.“A towel, huh?” she teased him, stepping into the warmth of his arms.“And a smile,” he responded, his breath on her hair, her cheek, her neck. “Nothing more.”“Nothing?”“Well…” He kissed her throat, slowly, softly. “I do have something for you, honey.”“Where is it?”“Under the towel.”“You don’t say.”“I do say.” Sam took her coat, then stepped back a bit to take her all in. “Wow, Annie. You look beautiful, baby.”She looked down, suddenly shy and feeling like she might burst into tears. After talking to Sam, she’d gone back to the VIP area, of course

He pulled her unresisting body to the carpeted floor, turned her on her stomach. She lay trembling, waiting for him to put on the condom and then take her. Sam ran his hands down her spine, around her waist, and then lifted her full hips up and back, raised her into the air. She leaned on her elbows, her forehead pressed to the carpet, barely breathing. He lifted her more, ran his finger up and down her sex, opening her wider to receive him. Annie gave a small shriek, and thrust her hips back, begging now for him to be inside of her.“You feel so good,” he said in a low voice, his fingers trembling as he rolled on the condom. “You are the fucking hottest woman I have ever known… you make me crazy. I love you, princess. I love you.”And Annie believed him – she did. She was almost fifty, she was with a man fifteen years younger, she was jiggly and scarred from childbirth and her tummy sagged... and with Sam, for Sam, she was a goddess. She was all that he wanted. She was his.She was

Annie knocked on Sam’s door, almost bubbling over with happiness and hormones. God, she was so painfully turned on just at the thought of seeing him, and she suspected that she’d spontaneously combust the second that door opened.When the door did open, though, lust was the last thing that she felt.“Sam,” she said, frightened at the look his face, so frightened that any and all horny fantasies flew out of her head immediately. “Sam, what’s wrong?”“Annie.”That was all he said, but that was enough: for the very first time since meeting him and hearing him say her name, she didn’t hear a note of calm welcome, of soothing warmth. No, she heard something else, something opposite.She heard fear.“What’s happened?” she said. “Sam? Is it your brother?”He blinked. “No. Oh, no. Vic is fine.”“So… what… who –”“Come in,” he said, stepping aside, as if suddenly remembering basic social graces. “Let me take your coat.”“Sam –”“Annie,” he said gently. “We need to talk. Something… well, someon

Jax brought Annie a cup of coffee, pretended not to notice how pale and wan she looked, how much her hands shook as she took the mug. The woman looked like she was nursing one hell of a hangover, if Jax was being honest, and he couldn’t say that he blamed her. God knows, after Sarah had left him, he’d gone on more than his fair share of alcohol-fueled benders.“So,” Sarah said. “Are you going to call him this morning?”“No.” Annie sipped her coffee, grimaced as her stomach lurched. That third bottle of wine with Louisa had seemed like such a great idea the night before. Now, not so much. “I can’t call him at all.”“Mom… he’s going to need you. He’s just had a huge shock, and his whole life has just been turned upside-down. I know you wanted to get out of the way yesterday, leave them to sort it out, and I think that was the right course of action then, OK? But you can’t pretend that you two don’t have things to discuss.”“What’s to discuss? At least until paternity is confirmed?”“So…