With Me in Seattle Bundle One (121 page)

“I’m not a guitar, you know,” I remind him as he continues to torment my labia with those talented fingers.

“Oh, but the sounds you make, sunshine,” he whispers and buries his face in my neck. I wrap my arms around him. He’s pressed against me, from hip to shoulder, his fingers playing me like an instrument, and to my surprise, I come again, violently.

He’s going to kill me.

“Leo.” I cup his face in my hand and look up at him, and for the first time in my entire life, the idea of having sex with him on top of me doesn’t freak me out. “I’ve never done this.”

“I know that’s not true, sunshine. You’ve done it with me.” He grins down at me, but I shake my head.

“Never in this position, on my back.”

“What?” He frowns down at me and pulls his hand from between my legs and braces himself over me. “What do you mean?”

I close my eyes, regretting my words, and take a deep breath. “Exactly what it sounded like,” I whisper.

“Look at me,” he murmurs softly.

My eyes find his as he slowly shifts between my legs, covering me with his lean body, and I love the feel of his weight on me. He just rests here, allowing me to adjust to him, his hard cock pressed against my folds, his legs between mine, and I raise my legs and wrap them around his waist. He drops his forehead down to mine and pulls in a ragged breath.

“Are you okay?” he whispers.

“Yeah,” I breathe.

“Why?” His eyes are pinned to mine, and he looks worried and happy at the same time.

“I couldn’t stand the thought of giving someone that much control over me.” My voice is soft, and I move my hips, sliding his cock against me. “God, you feel good.”

“You have to stop doing that, sunshine. I’m trying to go slow here.”

“Who said it needs to be slow?” I ask and brush my fingers down his face. “You can fuck me hard like this.”

“It doesn’t always have to be rough to be good, Sam.”

I will not cry. I swallow and close my eyes. Jesus, what is he doing to me? He’s seen me sick, pissed off, and now he’s seeing me at my most vulnerable.

“Baby,” he whispers and gently kisses me. “I’ve got you.”

He reaches down between us and rolls on a condom, grips one of my hands in his, and pulls it close to our chests, and slowly, oh so slowly, sinks inside me.

My breath catches as I look up into his eyes, at the look there that I’m not ready to label, and I hold him close as he begins to move, his cock strong and full, his pubic bone pushing against my clit with each gentle thrust.

I’ve never in my life had a man make slow, sweet love to me, and it’s this moody, amazing man giving it to me.

“My God, Sam,” he whispers. “You’re just so tight.”

His words, the tone of his silky voice, and the way his body is blanketing me are my undoing, and I feel the build coming from the base of my spine. My face flushes, and I cling to him as I fall over the edge, chanting his name.

“Yes,” he mutters against my lips, and his body stills and then jerks as he comes inside me.

“Don’t cry,” he whispers and kisses a tear on my cheek. “Did I hurt you?”

I can just shake my head and blink my eyes. “No.”

“What is it?” His voice is soft.

“This is just new,” I respond and offer him a watery smile. “But it’s good.”

“I was aiming for really good.”

“You have good aim.”

He grins proudly, and my phone starts to play the old Twentieth Century Fox theme song.

“That’s Luke.”

“He can wait.”

Leo kisses my nose, my forehead, and my cheek before settling his lips on mine again and brushing them back and forth.

And the phone goes off again.

“Something could be wrong,” I whisper. “I should answer.”

He regretfully pulls out of me and watches me move off the bed to find my phone that’s still in the pocket of my jeans.

“Hello?” I turn to find Leo lying, face down, face propped on his folded arms, smiling at me. I stick my tongue out at him.

“What the hell, Sam?” Luke’s pissed.

“What?”

“You were supposed to watch Liv today while Nat and I went to the doctor.”

“Oh shit! I’m so sorry, I forgot. I’ve been sick.” Leo frowns at me and sits up, and I turn my back on him.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m feeling better.”

“Well, I hope you’re home ’cause we’re bringing her to you, since the office isn’t too far from you. I’m parking now. We’ll bring her up.”

He hangs up, and I immediately panic.

“Fuck!”

“What is it?” Leo’s standing behind me, his face worried, and my panic rises.

“Luke and Nat are on their way up here with Olivia. I’m supposed to watch her, and I forgot.” I eye his hot naked self, and then start scooping up our clothes, throwing his at him as I go. “Get dressed! Damn, damn, damn!”

Leo starts to laugh, not helping the situation at all.

“You have to hide in the closet.” I pull my shirt and jeans on and turn to find him glaring at me.

“I’m not sixteen, Sam. I’m not hiding for anyone.” He crosses to me and pulls me in his arms and kisses my forehead. “We’ve established this isn’t a one-night thing.”

“Right.”

“Our families were bound to find out sometime.”

I swallow hard.
Fuck
. “Right,” I whisper.

“Don’t worry.” He smiles reassuringly just as the doorbell rings.

“Get your pants on,” I hiss at his smiling face and cringe when Luke knocks on the door.

Leo pulls his jeans up and fastens them, and I can’t wait any longer for him to pull a shirt on.

I open the door to a grinning Livie but a scowling Luke.

“Gee, thanks,” he mutters sarcastically and hands me the baby, pushing past me into my living room.

Natalie happily follows him, grinning at me when she sees Leo in the kitchen washing his hands. Luke is struck dumb.

“Hi, Leo.” Nat grins and waves.

“Hey, Nat. How are you feeling?” Leo asks and kisses her cheek, drying his hands on a towel.

“If you’re going to touch my wife, you’d better put a shirt on. Dude, what the fuck are you doing with my sister?”

Livie’s eyes fill with tears at her daddy’s harsh voice. I kiss her forehead and bounce her in my arms.

“Luke, chill out.” I pin him with a glare, but he doesn’t care.

“We’re going to be late,” Nat reminds him and offers me a sympathetic smile.

“We will talk about this.” Luke kisses Liv and leans in to whisper in my ear. “Be careful.”

“We won’t be long,” Nat says. “She has snacks, diapers and toys in her bag. She just had a nap, so she should be fine until we get back.”

“Nat, I’m fine,” I assure her and guide them out the door. “Go.”

“She’s cute,” Leo murmurs and runs his hand down Liv’s plump cheek. The baby immediately grabs his finger and sticks it in her mouth.

“Here, take her, and I’ll get her some juice.”

“Whoa, take her?” He takes a step back, his eyes suddenly scared. He’s hilarious.

“She’s a baby, Leo, not a weapon of mass destruction.” I thrust the baby into his hands, pull Livie’s sippy cup from her bag and head to the kitchen.

“Can I put her on the floor with her toys?” he calls out to me.

“Sure, just put a blanket down for her to crawl on.”

Damn, he’s funny.

“I think the baby is about to kill your cat,” Leo says drily, and I hurry back to the living room while capping the cup to find Livie with a handful of the cat’s fur, trying to put it in her mouth.

“Or eat her,” I agree and laugh as Leo tries to untangle Liv’s tiny, and surprisingly strong, grasp from my poor cat.

We sit with her and entertain her with her toys for a while, chuckling at how cute she is.

“This isn’t too hard,” I tell him, and he grins at me.

“Nah, not too hard.” He runs his hand over her soft brown hair and then frowns. “Wait, do you smell that?”

“No.” I stop what I’m doing and sniff. “What is it?”

Leo scowls and glances down at Liv, who’s grinning widely at him, slobber dripping down her cute little chin. “I think she shit herself.”

“Stop swearing in front of her.”

“Me swearing is not our biggest problem right now.”

We stare at each other for a minute and then he digs around in the diaper bag, pulls out a diaper and wipes and hands them to me. “Here.”

“Why do I have to do it?” I ask.

“Because you’re her aunt. Duh.”

“I don’t do poop.” I scowl down at the little girl, like she’s done this to me on purpose.

“What do you normally do when this happens and you’re watching her?”

“My mom changes her.”

“Haven’t you watched her alone before?” Now he’s laughing. Liv is laughing with him, enjoying the joke, and I’m scowling at both of them.

“Dear God, what did they feed her?” I hold my hand over my nose. “Don’t you know how?”

“She’s a girl. I’m not going to jail.”

“Don’t be an idiot. You won’t go to jail for changing her diaper. You might go to jail for
not
changing her diaper.”

“Come on, Auntie Sammie.” He winks charmingly. “You got this.”

“Leo is going to lose his manhood if he ever calls me Sammie again,” I tell Liv, and she giggles. Then, suddenly, it’s as if she realizes what she’s sitting in. Her pretty face crumbles, and she starts to cry.

“Shit, we need to change her.”

“I’m calling Meg.” Leo pulls his phone out and dials Meg’s number.

“Why?”

“She’s a nurse. She deals with crap all the time. Hey, I’m at Sam’s. There’s an emergency, and I need you to come here ASAP. Uh huh. No, no ambulance, just need your help. Okay, thanks.” He hangs up and stuffs the phone back in his pocket. “She’ll be right here.”

“You totally just lied to her.”

“She’ll be here in ten.”

It’s the longest damn ten minutes of my life.

Finally, the doorbell rings. The only reason I hear it is because Liv has taken a moment to take a breath, thus giving us zero point three seconds of silence.

“Thank God.” Leo pulls Meg into the apartment, and she scowls when she sees the baby in my arms.

“What’s wrong with her?” she asks.

“She has a shitty diaper,” Leo tells her.

“So change her.”

“Leo’s afraid he’ll be considered a pedophile, and I don’t know how.”

Meg takes the baby from my arms and stares back and forth at us, her face incredulous. “Are you fucking kidding me? You said it was an emergency. I worked all night last night, and you woke me up for this?”

“Don’t you smell that? It is an emergency.”

“Jesus, you two are worthless.” Meg finds a diaper and wipes, lays the baby on the floor on her blanket, and gets to work. “This is nothing. At least she didn’t blow out the diaper.”

“What does that mean?” I’m not sure that I really want to know.

“When the poop goes up their back, into their hair, all over the place. Now that’s gross.”

“Isn’t the point of a diaper to catch the poop?” Leo plants his hands on his hips, frowning at Meg. “I mean, if they don’t do their job, what’s the point?”

Meg laughs and snaps the baby’s jumper back in place, all clean and happy. “There, all done.”

Liv smiles and leans her head on Meg’s shoulder when Meg lifts her off the floor.

“This is our secret,” I tell her. “Luke will never let me live it down if he finds out that I couldn’t change her diaper.”

“It’s fine.” Meg waves me off and hands me the baby. “Have you fed her?”

And, as if on cue, Liv burps, spitting up whatever she had for lunch.

“I’m so not having kids,” I mutter.

“Good call,” Leo agrees and offers me his fist for a fist bump.

***

~Leo~

“Thanks again for coming to help.” I lean on Meg’s Range Rover and offer her a grin.

“You got me here under false pretenses.” She glares at me and then laughs, shaking her head. “You both looked ridiculous.”

“Yeah, maybe no kids for me.”

“You’d do great.” She shrugs and grins, her dimple showing. “Looks like things are going better.”

I just nod and step back from the car, pushing my hand through my hair. “Yeah, things are better.”

“Good. I’m going back to bed.”

“Okay, get some sleep.”

She grins wider, and I have the feeling she’s about to say something that I really don’t want to know.

“Will’s home. I’m going back to bed but not to sleep.”

“Stop saying shit like that, Meg. I mean it.”

She laughs and pulls away from the curb, waving as she merges into traffic.

And now that I have visions of my sister shagging Will Montgomery, I want to poke out my mind’s eye with something sharp and hot.

I turn back toward the building just as Luke and Natalie return and park. As I approach them, Luke’s gaze is on me, not friendly, and I feel the bro talk coming on.

“Hey, baby, you go on up and get Livie. Tell Sam I’ll call her later.”

“Okay. See you later, Leo.” She waves and walks into Samantha’s building.

Luke watches her until the glass door closes behind her.

“How is she?” I ask him.

“She’s great, baby’s great, now let’s get down to it. What the fuck, man?” He crosses his arms over his chest and scowls at me. I glance around us, watchful of anyone with a camera or phone pointed this way. The last thing we need are photos posted on the Internet of Leo Nash and Luke Williams having it out on a street in Seattle.

“Look, Sam’s great…”

“I know, I’m her motherfucking brother.”

“What’s your problem?” This is more than brother overprotection. “You know I’m a good guy.”

“You’re a celebrity. Sam has been hurt by this industry enough.”

“What are you talking about?”

“That’s her story to tell.” He shakes his head in frustration and paces away. “Your lifestyle isn’t for her.”

“Sam is a grown woman, Luke. She can make her own decisions. You and I both know how damn smart she is.”

“You will hurt her, and I’ll be damned if I sit by and watch.” His index finger is pointing at me, and he’s pissing me the fuck off.

“I’ll fucking protect her. Luke, my band members have wives and families…”

“Is that what you want with her?” he asks sarcastically. “The womanizer Leo Nash wants a family?”