The UN Series Complete Box Set (14 page)

She belongs to me, whether she knows it or not.

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SAMANTHA

A big muscular body is wrapped around me with one arm over my side and a hand flat against my stomach. His muscular thigh is lying over my legs, and I can’t help but think how safe he makes me feel.

The night starts to come back to me, and I cringe. Me, being a stupid drunk bitch, slapping him, and what we did once we got to his house.

I slide out from underneath Slade as slowly as possible, trying not to wake him. Once I’m standing next to the bed, I look back at him. He didn’t even move an inch; he must be a sound sleeper. I can’t help but run my eyes over the parts of his body that aren’t covered by the sheets. This is the first time I’ve seen him without a shirt on, even though I still can’t see much. He is lying on his side with the covers pulled up under his arm. His arm is so sculptured that it makes my mouth water. I can’t help but remember what it did to me last night.

I pull my eyes away from his arm to look at his chest. I want to crawl back under him and wake him up. Just let him hold me as he calls me Angel. Then I want him to show me what all he can do with my body.

I shake my head. I can’t be thinking this now. I turn and head straight to the bathroom. I close the bathroom door and lean back against it, closing my eyes.
What in the hell did I do?
I embarrassed myself, that’s what I did.

God, I begged him. I begged him to sleep with me. And he didn’t. He sleeps with every woman he comes across, but he wouldn’t sleep with me. What the hell? I’m not good enough to sleep with?

Ugh!

Well, screw him. I will never beg him again.

I know that’s a lie.

How does he get me so frustrated in a matter of seconds?

I put my head in my hands. His dominant side lit my body on fire. I can only imagine how amazing sex would be with him. Too bad I won’t be experiencing that. He definitely won’t want to sleep with me after that blow job. I sucked at it. He pretty much told me so. That was embarrassing. How am I going to face him now? I couldn’t even look him in the eyes afterwards.

Of course, I passed out before I could ask him to take me home. Shit!

With a big sigh, I pull my head out of my hands and gasp when I get a good look at the bathroom. My thoughts of last night are momentarily forgotten. The walls are painted a soft gray color. While the floor is tiled with three different colors alternating; black, white and gray. To my right sits his and her sinks that set in front of a huge square mirror, and to my left is a glass shower. It’s so big that it has two shower heads, one on each end. Sitting directly across from it against the other wall is a white tub which curves out from the wall. At the other end of the bathroom is a vanity with a lighted oval mirror.

I turn back around and catch sight of the toothbrush he must have left out for me. It gives me an uneven feeling in my stomach. How many other girls have spent the night? Do all of them wear his t-shirt to bed and get a toothbrush?

Does it matter, though?
That is what I wanted last night.

I yank off the wrapper and brush my teeth quickly, trying to not think about the other women. I rinse out my mouth and place the toothbrush back on the countertop. I take a few seconds to look at myself in the mirror. I cringe at the sight of my makeup.
I look awful.
I take a quick second to fix the smudges of black eyeliner and mascara from underneath my eyes. Once I think I look decent enough, I turn to the bathroom door.

As I open the door to the bathroom, I take in his room. There’s a big window on the far wall, but it only gives out minimal light due to the dark brown curtains. The walls are painted beige, and his four poster bed is dark oak with dark brown satin sheets and comforter. There’s a night stand on both sides of the bed, and a long dresser on the right. As I walk farther into the bedroom, I see a huge flat screen TV hanging on the wall behind me with an entertainment system underneath it.

Slade is still passed out in the same spot. I stand there and let my eyes roam over his body once again. I have to tighten my legs together as my need for him returns, and I feel a pain in my chest at the thought of him turning me down last night. I want to ask him what it is about me he doesn’t like, but I can’t. Maybe it’s because I don’t want to know the answer.

I take in a deep breath, go to the side of the bed and dig my phone out of my purse. I need to get the hell out of here. I don’t know what the hell is going on with me. Who sleeps with a man they don’t know? Or worse, begs them to sleep with her! Not me.

I pull up the number for the cab company that I use for drunk customers at Larry’s, but just stare at it. Can I just leave his house after last night and get away with it? Act like it never happened? Can I avoid him? He knows where I work.
Shit, he even knows where I live.

I shake my head to myself. No, there’s no way around this. His brother is one of my best friends. I clear out my phone and place it back in my purse. I may have been a drunken idiot last night, but the one thing I am not, is a coward. I’m an adult, and I will take responsibility for my actions, no matter how irrational they are.

I walk to the bedroom door on a mission to find the kitchen. I’m starving, hung over, and pissed off at my behavior last night. I need to do something to make up for what happened outside the bar; guess cooking him breakfast will have to do.

I didn’t pay any attention to the house last night, so I have no idea which way the kitchen is. I turn right, and after a few steps I come to a door. It’s closed, so I don’t open it. I walk a few more steps and come to a room on my left. It’s open, so I peek inside. It looks to be a theatre room. It has a rather large white leather couch and the biggest TV screen I have ever seen in my life hanging on the wall in front of the couch.

I pull the door back to where it was cracked then continue walking. I come to the end of the hallway and notice another door to the left. I push it open to reveal a set of stairs. It must be a basement. I take a few more steps and to the right is the kitchen. I walk in and stop in awe. It’s huge, with all stainless steel appliances and a big kitchen island.

I started to go through the fridge and pantry, trying to find something to cook us for breakfast. I find things to make biscuits, gravy and sausage. I find the coffee bags and the coffee pot over in the corner. I start to make the coffee, thinking it might help calm my nerves from last night.

I can’t stop thinking about last night. What am I going to do?
I don’t know!
Does it even matter that I don’t have a clue? Like I said once; this is what he does. He uses women, then throws them away. Why should I care what did or didn’t happen between us? I turn the coffee pot on and start looking around for his pans. I turn on the stove top and start cooking as my mind keeps replaying last night.

It’s not long before I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up; it’s crazy how in tune my body is to his since last night. It’s like my body is drawn to him now. He hasn’t said anything, but I know he’s watching. I continue to cook, wondering how I’m going to get out of here. Maybe he’ll just take me home right away. Maybe I’m putting too much thought into this, and he wants me to leave just as badly. I can’t help but feel disappointed that he wants me to leave. Does that mean I want to stay?
Of course I want to stay!

“Good morning,” he finally says to me.

Thank God!

“Morning.”

Keeping my back to him I reach over to pour him a cup of coffee, but stop when I feel him come up behind me. I’m still wearing his t-shirt so I can feel the sweatpants he’s wearing against my bare legs and his t-shirt against my arms. He wraps his hands around my waist, pulling me against his chest, and my heart starts to pick up speed.

“Now,” he whispers as he leans down to speak in my ear, “are you going to tell me what’s wrong? Or am I going to have to make you tell me?” He pulls me further in to him, his hard length pushing up against my back.

A shiver runs through my body at his words. I would love to know how he plans on making me tell him the problem, but of course I can’t ask him that.

“It’s nothing.” I flip the sausage.

“Bullshit,” he says so softly that it’s intimidating.

His arms leaves my waist as he reaches over to turn off the stove. He slides both hands over my shoulders and up the sides of my neck. I take in a shaky breath as he slides them into my hair, pulling it back and off of my neck. He pulls it into one hand, then tugs my head backwards and to the right, keeping a tight hold on it. His other hand comes around my neck and grabs my chin, keeping my head in place. I can’t pull away, and my heart is racing so fast I know he can feel it. I close my eyes and just let my body feel his hands on me, but he tightens the hold he has in my hair, making me whimper.

I open my eyes.

“You’re lying. Tell me what’s wrong, Angel. Did I hurt you last night? I didn’t mean to be so rough.”

I get so lost in those blue eyes that it takes me a moment to comprehend what he just said. He thinks he hurt me? Why does he think that? Last night was wonderful. Well he was wonderful. Me, not so much.

“I….um, I’m embarrassed.” I feel my throat start to clog up. Why do I feel so vulnerable right now?

His eyes go wide. “Of what?”

“Everything I did last night. Slapping you...begging you...how I sucked at, you know.” I can’t even say it.

He lets go of my hair and neck, turning me around to face him. I frown at the sight of him having a shirt on. I place my hands on his hips as I look up at him.

“First of all, I deserved the slap.” His knuckles graze my cheek softly. “The begging, well, don’t think I didn’t want you, Angel.” He cups my cheek in his hand.

“You want me?”
God, could I sound anymore pathetic?
I let out a shaky breath.

“Oh, Angel.”
I love that!
“How could I not? I can’t explain it, but you make me feel something. Something I can’t describe.” He runs a hand through my hair. “I want to get to know you. I want to take you out to dinner tonight. Will you let me do that?”

My head is spinning. Can I trust him? He always treats girls like they mean nothing. Why will I be any different? That’s what I want with him, though, right? Wasn’t that what I was begging him for last night? A one night stand?

I take a deep breath.
It’s just dinner.
He’s not asking you to marry him.
If it’s only sex, then it’s only sex. No big deal,
right?

“You didn’t suck at it. Not in the least. It was amazing.
You
were amazing.” He kisses my forehead then leans his forehead against mine.

I feel his phone vibrate in the pocket of his sweatpants. He pulls it out and scowls, reading a text message before he puts his phone back in his pocket without responding.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, nothing to worry about.” He gives me a smile. “Stay with me tonight.”

It wasn’t a question. I start shaking my head no, but he reaches up and tightens his hands in my hair. I whimper as my legs go weak.

“I want to hear that perfect mouth of yours scream my name tonight.” He whispers against my lips as his baby blue eyes search my face. My eyes close and he pulls my head back, placing his lips on my neck and trailing tender kisses up to my jaw line. “I want to feel your body shake after I make you come.”

Liquid pours between my legs as the memory of last night plays through my head. “Why wait?” I say breathlessly as my hands fumble to find his sweatpants.

His hands release my hair and reach down to grab my hands, pulling them behind me where he pins them to my back. “Do you want me to make you come again, Angel?” he whispers into my ear.

His words and hot breath on my ear cause me to shiver. “Yes.”

“Want me to remind you what’s mine?”

My breath catches in my throat. “Show me.”

“Not until tonight.” He releases my arms and stands back, looking down at me. I look at him through half lidded eyes as I throb between my legs. He just did it again!
Is he playing with me?
He leans down and places his lips on mine. Game or not, I am going to take whatever he is going to give me.

He pulls away, leaving my breathless. “Now, let’s have some of that breakfast you were making. It smells amazing.”

I turn around and place my hands on the counter, taking a few deep breaths. I have no idea what the hell is going on, but I need to stay on track. I grab the coffee pot. “How…..how do you like your coffee?”

“Black,” he answers as he sits down at the island, clearly not affected by teasing me.

I smile, trying to act the same. I never did have a very good poker face. “Same as me.”

I make his plate and lay it down in front of him. “How long have you lived here?” I ask, looking around the kitchen. I turn to fix myself a plate. I need to stay busy. My panties are dripping wet, and my sex is throbbing.

“Two years.” He takes a bite of sausage.

“It’s a beautiful house.” It’s a tad big for a single man, but I don’t say that. Holly had said the same thing about the house that I’m renting.