Obsession (7 page)

“Hell no, honey. I’m not a saint. I had a few
one-night stands.”

God, how Sammy wished she could say the same,
only because the thought of John with another woman hurt. All of
her one-night stands had been with him, in her dreams. It had been
strange and unexpected, when he would crop up in her dreams or
thoughts. But once there, his memory had remained with her for
days, followed by a kind of sadness she could never explain.

“I’ve been patient, Sam. I knew we would be
together one day. When there was nothing to get in the way. No
marriages, no children. We’re two grown adults free to pursue what
we want.”

Sammy put her glass to her lips and swallowed
the rest of her wine, digesting John’s words. He was right. But did
she believe him? She’d held nothing back in his arms. And he’d made
love to her as if he worshiped her …
loved her.
Would all
that last beyond the weekend?

“Say it.” He leaned forward and refilled her
glass.

“What?” She picked it up.

“You’ve been too quiet. Say what’s on your
mind.”

Sammy put the glass to her lips and drank it
down like it was water. The liquid burned a fiery trail down her
throat, and she barely held back a coughing fit. But she knew the
wine would give her courage to be honest with John. She wasn't
normally a drinker, but when she did drink, it made her say and do
things she wouldn’t say otherwise.

“All right.” She set her glass down on the
table. “I’m wondering if what we have will continue beyond this
weekend. Maybe part of me can’t get past the John I knew as a
teenager. The sex is great. But sex doesn’t make a
relationship.”

“Is that your way of saying you don’t have
feelings for me?”

Sammy thought she loved him, or was close to
it, but it was too soon to admit it. She had to be sure of him.
“No.” She was beginning to feel warm inside, the wine making her
relaxed. “I’m not saying that at all.”

“I want you, Sammy. I want you in my bed. I
want you at my breakfast table, dinner table, and everything in
between. I want you in my future, lady.” His voice turned husky. “I
can’t make you believe I’ll be around after this weekend. You’ll
just have to trust me. Can you do that?”

Something in John’s voice told Sammy he was
sincere. And God, she wanted to trust him. A life with him would
fulfill a fantasy she’d been harboring for years. A combination of
the wine and his nearness made her senses alert and attuned to
everything about him, his masculine scent, his sensual voice, and
how complete he made her feel. All of a sudden she wanted his mouth
on hers.

Sammy got to her feet. “I trust you.” She
went to where he was sitting and sank down on his lap.

Without giving him a chance to question her,
she kissed him. It turned hard and intense within seconds. John’s
hand went to the back of her head, holding her to him, and she
wrapped her arms around his neck, straining into him. As their
mouths moved against each other, Sammy opened hers and welcomed his
tongue inside. Mutual moans filled the space around them as their
kiss deepened and their caresses began to move out of bounds.

John’s hands found their way underneath her
T-shirt, where he palmed and squeezed her breasts. Sammy moved her
hands over his chest and down his ribcage, and then up his muscled
arms to the sides of his face. She held him tenderly, tears of
emotion burning behind her eyes. His caresses on her breasts turned
gentle, his thumbs circling her stiff, tingling nipples.

John broke the kiss but didn’t move far from
her lips. “I think it’s time we moved inside, don’t you?” His mouth
moved to Sammy’s jawline.

“Why?” She squirmed against him, enjoying the
power of turning his cock hard. Without panties, it would be so
easy to remove it from his boxers and slip it inside her.
God,
my pussy is already juicing with the thought.

“There are others around.” His breathing was
hard.

“So?” Sammy lifted her T-shirt and thrust her
breasts into his face. He needed no encouragement in kissing and
sucking her nipples into his mouth. With a soft cry she arched her
body, which forced her swollen breasts out farther.

John momentarily seemed to lose control. He
arched his hips off the chair, grinding his hard cock between
Sammy’s legs. The material covering his dick felt good rubbing over
her clit and between her pussy lips. She moaned with pleasure and
rode him gently. His hands roamed down to her hips to help her.

“John!” Her clit was on fire and throbbing.
“I need you inside me.” She lifted her hips and reached for him.
After a second of feeling her way around, she managed to find the
opening in his boxers. She pulled his cock free and guided it
inside her hungry pussy.

She shivered violently.

“Fuck, honey.” He lifted his hips to push his
cock deeper inside her.

Sammy began to move, uncaring where she was.
Or who might see or hear them. The pleasure was so intensely sweet
and satisfying. As she rode John’s thick cock he made love to her
bouncing breasts with his mouth. His deep groans added further
stimulation to her sensitive flesh, increasing the pleasure between
her thighs. Then his hand was there, his fingers flicking over her
engorged clit.

“Oh … God!” Sammy was about to explode.
“Feels so good!” She began to move faster. “Don’t stop!”

“Not on your life, baby.”

Sammy was about to come. Her breathing picked
up speed, her body grew taut, and she threw her head back when a
rolling river of fire raced through her veins. As if sensing what
was happening, John’s mouth locked on hers, drowning out her cries
of pleasure. She convulsed wildly and would have collapsed if John
hadn’t reached his own orgasm.

Just when she felt him come, she squeezed her
muscles, getting a weak groan for her efforts. In spite of her own
weak condition, Sammy grinned and continued to torture John until
he was drained and limp against her. For a long time it seemed they
remained like that, content to rest against one another while they
regained control of their breathing, and their emotions.

Sometime later, John said, “Come on, baby. If
we’re going to fuck the weekend away, let’s do it in a comfortable
bed.”

Sammy didn’t protest when he picked her up
and carried her inside. She nuzzled against his warm body, totally
spent and happy. Almost ready to confess that she loved him.

* * * *

Sammy stepped out of her shower and reached
for her terry robe.
Is that the doorbell?
Her answer came a
minute later, when someone rang the doorbell again. Slipping into
her robe, she tied the sash on the way to the front door. It was
early Monday morning, who could it be?

The peep hole revealed it was a deliveryman.
She opened the door.

“Delivery for Sammy O’Malley.”

“That would be me.” Sammy reached for the
clipboard he was already thrusting her way, scribbled her name, and
gave it back to him. Then she accepted the long white box. “Thank
you.”

She was surprised to see her hands were
trembling when she put the box on the counter and started to remove
the satin ribbon around it. It was obviously a flower box, and
inside were a dozen of the most beautiful long-stem, red roses
she’d ever seen. Tucked between the thorny stems was a card.

Holding her breath while opening it, she felt
tears fill her eyes when she read the contents.

Thank you for the wonderful weekend, honey.
It was worth the twenty-year wait. I’ll pick you up at 7:00 tonight
for dinner. Wear something sexy for our first official date, which
I promise won’t be our last. I love you, Sam. John

He loves me?
With a watery smile,
Sammy clutched the note to her breast and stared down at the roses.
He loves me.
She’d already decided the night before, as she
was driving away from him, that she believed him when he said he
was sticking around. Picking up a rose, she smelled it. The flowers
and his note confirmed it.

He loves me.

The End

Please continue reading for a snippet of Dark
Menace MC…coming September 1, 2015

Dark Menace MC

Stone

Blurb - Rachel offers herself to Stone,
President of Dark Menace, as collateral for her family’s debt, and
becomes the target of a rival motorcycle club, the Red Devils.
Wildman, their president wants her, but so does Stone, and he’ll do
whatever it takes to protect her.

Stone - unedited excerpt

The door opened and a group of college aged
kids came inside. I glanced at the clock. Yeah, it was about time
they started showing up. Things were about to get loud and busy.
Rachel should have had time to shower and change by now. I got up
and headed back to my room. It didn’t even occur to me to knock
when I reached my door. I opened it, pausing in the threshold when
my gaze fell on Rachel. She was jumping up and down to get into her
skin tight jeans. Her large tits were bouncing, too. Nice. If
they’d been naked it would have been fucking nicer.

“Don’t you believe in knocking?” she bitched,
zipping up her jeans.

I closed the door with a smile, taking in her
shiny complexion, and the soft thickness of her hair. Black hair
and green eyes, what a fucking combination. “I don’t knock on my
own doors.” She was wearing a black shirt with the shoulders cut
out, and it tied at the waist. Sexy as hell but I wanted sexier.
She’d need new clothes.

Her gaze focused on the front of my pants. “I
see you’ve been relieved.”

“Rita has a tight cunt.” Something flickered
in her eyes but it happened so fast that I wasn’t sure if I
imagined it. I walked further into the room. “Sit.” I indicated the
bed.

She moved hesitantly, like she was nervous of
being on the bed with me. Good. I wanted her nervous. No, I wanted
her frightened of me. I did bad shit, and though I didn’t want to
break her spirit I needed her to listen when I said something. I
patted the spot next to me.

“Well,” she slowly began to lower her sweet
ass down. “Since Rita has already taken care of you I guess that I
have nothing to worry about.”

The second her ass settled on the bed I
grabbed hold of her and pushed her down onto the bed, rolling on
top of her. She sucked in a breath, her eyes growing round, and her
curvy body was straining beneath me.

“Get off me,” she said between her teeth.

Green fire sparkled in her eyes, as she tried
to twist free. “You seem to be worried about my needs, and you
should be. I’m not an old man, sweetheart. I like sex, and believe
it or not, I can get it up more than once an hour.” I was beginning
to wonder if she was even listening to me, she was so focused on
getting me off her. “I’d stop wiggling if I were you.”

“Then get off me,” she hissed again. She
arched her lower body against mine in an obvious attempt to throw
me off. Didn’t she know that never worked? Stilling instantly, she
glared up at me, breathing hard.

Oh yeah, she definitely knew I was hard as
fuck, and that worried her.

“Have I got your attention, now?” She nodded.
“Let’s get some shit settled, sweetheart.” Fuck, it was hard to
think with my dick nestled nice and snug between her legs. “If I
wanted to fuck you, I would.”

“You said you don’t rape women—”

“I don’t. When the time comes you’ll want it
as much as I do, I’ll make fucking sure of that.” I watched her
mouth tighten, which I took as a challenge to do something about. I
leaned in closer and ran my tongue over the tight seam, tasting her
angry defiance. “Loosen up, sweetheart. It won’t be that bad.”

Her lips parted on a gasp, and I slipped my
tongue inside her warm mouth. She bit down on my tongue sharply,
sending a current of quick lightning straight down to my aching
dick. I jerked back, and glared down into her eyes for a second.
She wanted to play rough? I took her bottom lip between my teeth
and tugged on it, ignoring her whimper of pain. Then, because she
tasted so warm and sweet, I ground my mouth down on hers.

Fucking hell, I wanted more, and Rachel did,
too, because after her initial stiffening she softened beneath me
and began to kiss me back. I knew I could easily persuade her into
letting me fuck her. I wasn’t vain, but I knew how to please a
woman in bed, and something told me that she was fighting herself
more than she was fighting me.

I ground my dick into the crevice between her
fucking thighs. Her responding moans just revved my engine to full
throttle. If we had time I’d strip her bare and make her scream my
name. I pulled back reluctantly.

“You’re a fake, sweetheart,” I whispered
against her swollen mouth. “I could have you naked and riding my
cock in a fucking minute.” She began to shake her head, causing me
to smile against her lips. “Yes.”

“No.” Her tone was low and weak.

I laughed out loud. She could say no all she
wanted, but her soft, welcoming body was screaming yes. For now,
though, I wouldn’t force the issue. I’d let her have her small
victory until a better time presented itself. I didn’t want to rush
our first time, as thoughts of licking, kissing and nibbling every
fucking square inch of her luscious body was worth the wait.

Besides, the club’s needs came before my
needs. It always had, and always would.

I pulled back far enough to meet her eyes,
which looked cloudy with arousal. “Time to go, sweetheart, you’re
going to be working behind the bar. What you don’t know Ty will
teach you.” I pushed myself away from her body, and got to my feet.
She took my hand and let me pull her off the bed.

“Is that what I’ll be doing while I’m
here?”