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{ Chapter 30 } : Sink by night, emerge by dawn

The door to the front entrance creaked open at the same time as my feet descended the staircase.

I paused at the last step. Sam dropped a duffel bag containing his football gear and took a deep breath, leaning his frame languidly against the closed door as he took off his shoes.

The creases in his forehead slowly inched away as his green eyes rose to meet mine - his exhausted but lighting up with a hint of playfulness upon seeing me, mine a little bit more shy and timid.

"Hey." I smiled, descending the last steps.

"Hey, baby," he mirrored right back, then caught himself, doing a quick scan with his eyes to make sure my mom or Michael weren't in earshot.

Over the last two days, I contemplated telling my mom about me and Sam, but I didn't know if that thought would put her at ease. Mom's wasn't opposed to me dating, but after the whole fiasco with Joey, she was wary of who I brought home. This time the guy I would be "bringing" home already resided in our home and I didn't know how she'd react. Would she think it was inappropriate because he was living under our roof? Or would she be okay with it since she thought so highly of him?

I watched with mixed emotions as Sam produced a crumpled brown envelope from his back jeans pocket and deposited it lightly on the entrance table. It was this week's rent – I knew it. Mom explained mildly that he was insistent on paying the rent even though she told him it wasn't necessary. I didn't like it either. But our family could use the extra hand. Two weeks ago, Mom refused his money and he went out and brought an entire month's worth of grocery. Our cabinets were overflowing and I'd never felt more grateful or indebted to him.

Between her finishing paying off the last of the mortgage and me getting back my old job and hence having less time for Michael, it would be a plaguing thought that I don't think she'd appreciate.

"You hungry?" I stepped closer to him and he curved an arm around my waist, veering me in. "How was practice?"

"The usual drills. The usual drama. Coach lost his cool on a couple of guys, including Joshua. Sometimes I just want to quit and get it over with."

Samuel told me last night he only played football for two reasons. First, because his mom had always wanted him too. Second, because he realized he was spectacularly bestowed in said sport, the cocky ass. He had no plans of pursuing it in college, unlike his fighting...

"You want dinner?" I asked to change the subject. "My mom's not home so there's not much on the menu. I'm lazy so I'm just going to fix you and Michael some grilled-cheeses and spicy potato wedges."

"Depends. Are you on the menu?" he grinned cheekily.

I combed my fingers through his sweaty hair, dragging it away from his skull, laughing at his not-so subdued request. The smile lit his eyes at the tender gesture and it was a damn beautiful sight, seeing his pearly white teeth and that dimple flash. "You need to get your mind out of the gutter, baby. Maybe even fix yourself a shower. You stink so bad."

"Yeah, sorry about that." He moved me away from him, chuckling. "I'm going to go shower now. Maybe I'll even think about you when I'm in there."

My jaw slackened. "Sam," I said warningly.

"Mmm. That's right. Maybe I'll even use one of your sweet-scented shampoos." He was full out guffawing now as I advanced towards him. I whacked him teasingly on the leg with his spare shoe and he continued laughing loudly as I pressed on with my assault.

"Behave!" I said, allowing my composure to break and laughing along with him. "My brother will hear you-"

That didn't stop him. He grabbed a hold of me and walked us backwards towards the staircase. At this point he'd convince me to shower with him and I could swear right now we'd be doing anything but showering.

"Maybe I'll even use it to txuch myself, you know, when I'm hxrd in the shower, thinking about you, stroking my dic-"

"Hi, Sam." Michael's tiny frame popped out of thin air.

I choked on air and Sam's wheezed as his laughter died in his throat. One hand gripping the banister to steady himself as I pushed him, the other one cradling my ass, we were surely a picture worth a thousand words.

Sam and I had frozen over.

"Are you sure you're not Anna's boyfriend?" Michael asked skeptically with childlike-innocence. The hand on my ass dropped like it caught fire. "I caught you kissing her cheek last night when you guys were eating milk and cookies without me after my bedtime."

"Hey, Mikey," Sam started, without knowing how to rectify this situation. "You're sister and I-"

"I'm telling Momma on you both." Michael folded his arms over his tiny chest as if he was the ring leader, holding the commandeering whip.

"NO." Our yells rang out in unison, startling Michael.

He was shaking his head back in forth as his little body trembled with rage. "Promise you guys won't eat milk and cookies without me ever again!"

Wide-eyed, we just stared at him. "Uh..."

"Or I'm telling Momma!" he boomed shakily, jabbing a small accusing fist in our direction. "I mean it! I want milk and cookies too next time!"

Sam and I shared a look. I tried not to laugh. He just looked horrified.

"Okay, little guy. You win," Sam hushed carefully. We just got bested by my seven-year-old brother. "Milk and cookies only with you from now on. We're sorry."

Michael huffed and put his nose high in the air. "Anna, I want milk and cookies for dinner."

Look at him, giving me commands and all. "Nice try, Mikey. But no. You can't have dessert for dinner."

"Anna," he said devilishly. "Do you want Momma to know I caught you and Sam sharing cooties..."

My mouth was now hanging open and grazing the floorboards. I was praying that Michael hadn't caught the part where Sam and I were making out on the couch. "Oh, my God. Are you blackmailing me?"

He canted his head and the childlike-innocence returned to his face. "I don't know what that means, but I think I'm getting milk and cookies for dinner."

Michael skipped into the living room, leaving Sam and I to recapitulated the last two minutes' events.

"He's actually fvcking smart." Sam whistled. "I have no doubt now that he's your brother."

I flipped him the bird, still not believing what happened. "Go shower already."

He slapped my a$s heartily as he walked backwards up the stairs. He winked at my glare. "You going to make me a sandwich now, babe? I'm damn hungry."

"Make your own damn sandwich!"

I ended up making him a full course meal because I felt bad for him after his tiring day. Milk and cookies for Michael, of course.

* * *

"How does dessert sound to you?"

The clean dish in my hand almost shattered in the sink. Sam startled me. I rinsed it out. He wordlessly handed me a paper towel after I wrung out my hands. "I'm not sure I'm following. What kind of dessert are you talking about?"

Sam clucked his tongue mockingly and gazed at me with amusement-filled eyes. "Now who's the one with their head in the gutter?"

My eyes bulged out of their sockets and I blushed. "No, I didn't mean it like that..."

"Relax, Anna," he joked. "I want to take you out. Right now. You owe me a date, remember?"

"Right now?" I echoed, glancing down the corridor. Mom had helped me tidy the kitchen and now she was probably in bed, reading her Kindle. Michael, I imagined, was asleep. "It's not safe right now."

"Thirty minutes from now." He pushed a strand of my hair out of my face and tucked it safely behind my ear. "Meet me outside. We're taking my bike."

"I-It's still risky, Sam." My breath wouldn't ever cease to hitch at his proximity. He skimmed my cheek with his lips. "We can get caught."

"That's the fun of it. We'll try not to get caught." He squeezed my waist in a possessive display. "See you out there, baby."

I watched as he walked out of the kitchen backwards, his darkened eyes trained on me.

* * *

Mom and Michael had fallen asleep.

It didn't take me long to get ready. I threw on some high-waisted denim shorts and a thigh-high faux-diamond garter chain that peaked out beneath the hem of my frayed bottoms. I added my thigh-high boots and, when Sam had snuck out five minutes ago, went into his room and threw on his clean over-sized jersey to complete the look.

I didn't grab a coat – the breeze was oddly warm tonight as we entered October.

One quick glance at my watch told me I was two minutes ahead of schedule. I descended the stairs as quietly as possible, closing the hallway lights on my way. I disarmed the alarmed and stepped outside. Samuel was already waiting for me.

There was a passive look on his face as his head hung, eyes trained on his crossed ankles. He was leaning against his bike with his arms folded over his chest.

The seriousness faded away as his head snapped up, drinking me in. The momentary mischief was replaced by something hot and dangerous as he straightened. "What did I say about your legs?"

I walked closer to him, my heels echoing against the driveway surface. "That they're fantastic."

"Damn right," he said lowly. A humorless laugh escaped his chest. "You in my jersey is the best thing I've ever seen. You wearing anything underneath it, Barbie?"

I smirked and teasingly lifted one corner of his black jersey, flashing him my little denim shorts and my crystal chain.

He groaned under his breath. "Those are not shorts. They barely cover that hot a$s of yours."

I winked as I took the helmet from his outstretched hand. "That's what the jersey is for. It's nice and long and comfortable."

"I'll show you something nice and long," he muttered. "Hard and thick, too."

I smacked his chest, laughing. My cheeks burned. "Take me away before they find out we're gone."

Sam's hand shot out and fisted the hair at the nape of my neck, dragging me closer to his body and planting a quick, toe-curling kiss on my mouth. I wanted more but he pulled away. I made a sound of protest.

His hard gaze drilled into mine. "Let's go."

I watched him throw on his helmet and put on his gloves. He straddled the bike, and then I was behind him.

We flew out of my driveway.

* * *

Marnie's Shack – one of my favorite milk and dessert bars – was packed. It was a Saturday night, but tonight was an exception since Thompson High had won a big game against Westwood High. The restaurant was crawling with lacrosse jocks, TH emblazoned on their green jerseys. Upon entry, Sam muscled his way through a few bodies and found us a booth. I was instantly assailed with the delicious scent of hot Belgium waffles and chocolate.

I glanced over my shoulder at Sam, who'd hustled his tall form to the front, where he placed our order. I thumbed a few replies on my group chat with the girls, telling them that I was finally on a date with none other than S.R.A – our new codename for him. Layla thought it was sweet and exciting. Gabby wanted me to put out on the first date, the horny bxtch.

"Hope you're hungry."

Sam appeared next to me. He placed a tray filled with an array of desserts – a salted caramel milkshake, a red velvet crepe with cream cheese icing and a pink cake.

"Oh, my God. Samuel. You really didn't need too." Guilt pelted rocks at me, especially since he hadn't let me pay.

He handed me a fork and a knife along with a cheeky smile. "I only got us one milkshake. Thought we could share."

"Of course," I laughed.

His emerald eyes twinkled with playfulness and a lock of his low fade fell onto his forehead. I pushed the dirty blond piece aside, skimming my fingers down the slope of his cheek.

"Thank you," I said, for a lot of things.

The brief nod he gave me told me he understood what I meant. I watched him tuck into the pink confection as I sliced off a piece of my crepe. "What's wrong?"

He scrunched his nose before spearing the forkful of cake into his mouth. "My Italian mother would have a fit if she saw this pink looking thing called tiramisu."

"Does it at least taste like it?" It had strawberries and coconut shavings on top...

"Not a chance. I only got it because I miss my mom's cooking."

"That's sweet," I murmured. "Do you talk to her often...Is she coming back soon?"

This was a question I was dreading. I knew Sam's time at our house was limited. It sucked that he missed his mom. A selfish part of me wasn't ready for him to leave yet.

He nodded. "Yeah. We talk every morning. She's wrapping up the last of her things before she returns from Florida."

My mouthful of crepe was suddenly tasteless. I chewed nonetheless and swallowed. "That's...great."

He playfully kicked me under the table. "Anyways, I'm done talking about this. We're supposed to be on a date."

"Best date I've had so far," I teased.

"Have you had a lot of dates?"

"Maybe."

He frowned a little and glanced down at the milkshake. "That bothers me a little..."

I nudged him lightly under the table with my foot. "Have you taken a lot of girls on dates?"

His chin tipped my way stubbornly. "No."

"That doesn't bother me at all." I smiled.

"You think you're funny?"

"I know I'm funny."

He didn't argue. Instead, he stopped eating and stared me deep in the eyes. "I'm really glad I met you, Anna."

My breath hitched. "Yeah?"

He smirked and it was genuine. "Yeah. Really glad you spilled that Pepsi all over me."

"Threw," I corrected. "You know something else that's funny." I cut another slice of the crepe. Sam eyed it carefully so I brought my fork to his lips. He ate it so...sensually...that I was flustered.

"Mhm. What's funny?"

"The way you're looking at me right now."

Sam slanted his head, chuckled, and stabbed his fingers through the top of his fuller hair, resting his elbow along the table. "Yeah."

My teeth latched onto the straw and I took a hearty-pull. "Yeah."

His singular dimple rose, making my heart soar, and he peered at me under those long lashes. "Can't help it. My girl's damn beautiful."

A new wave of heat rose and erupted across my face. I suddenly felt shy. He's perfect with words, regardless of what he thinks. "You're not so bad yourself, Beer Boy."

Arrogance graced his chiseled features. "I know; you can't keep your eyes off me."

I drifted the top of my foot against his denim-clad calf. His body stiffened but his eyes had never been more alive.

To anyone outside, it would have looked like he narrowed his eyes frivolously, but I saw the hot promising threat lurking behind those glazed eyes.

He crooked two fingers, beckoning me closer like he wanted to share a secret. I wanted his secret. Wanted to know what that sinful mouth had to say. I obeyed with a calmness I didn't know I could muster. My heart raced just a tad bit.

His fingers latched onto a piece of my blond wave. "Need you to eat a little faster, baby."

"Why's that?"

Was that breathless sound my voice?

His voice dropped and resonated down to my curled toes. "For one, I love watching you eat. Love seeing your mouth open. Makes me think of all the things I want to do to it. Two, the faster you eat, the faster I take you home."

My mouth went dry and I was struck with a hunger that had nothing to do with the food in front of me. "You want to take me home?"

My eyes raked down his body and I thought of all the things my mouth could do to him. Samuel saw something on my face that triggered his own hunger.

He glanced away and his jaw clenched. "I'm going to take you back to my home...But not for the reason you think. Our dates not over. Told you, I want more than what you gave those guys."

My chest expanded with my next lungful of air and I pondered over Gabby's words. Would I really put out on the first date?

I fvcking ate faster.

* * *

Sam's house was a total fifteen-minute drive from mine and nothing short of lovely. He lived in a nice house located in a friendly-looking neighbourhood. Red bricks mounted the exterior and the driveway he'd parked on was a nice white cobblestone.

"This is home."

I got off and surveyed the outside. Even in the dark, I could see that the long-stretch of lawn was perfectly manicured. The hedges were well trimmed and the lone oak tree in front was groomed and surrounded by a disarray of dying flowers.

"My mom likes to garden," Sam said as he followed my line of vision.

"It's so pleasant," I said truthfully.

"Wait till you see the inside."

It was rare – but I was giddy to see the inside of this house. And not because it was just any house, this was Sam's house. He was giving me little pieces of him, bit by bit. I loved that.

He took my hand in his in a gentlemanly fashion, obviously still treating this like a date, as he walked us up the stone pathway. I tightened my fingers. Sam smiled down at the ground.

Was he not planning to do anything with me tonight? I tried to squander down the bout of disappointment. Think with your head. Not with your vxgina, Anna. You're the one who wanted to take things slow. He's respecting that.

Pulling his keys out, he unlocked the door and turned to me.

Sam captured my mouth in a scorching kiss and we both made a deep hungry sound. While my arms wound around his neck, his arms scooped down and cradled my bottom, lifting me up effortlessly. My legs had no choice but to wrap around his waist as he carried us over the threshold. The door slammed shut.

My back seemed to meet something solid and only then did we break away – when oxygen became a necessity.

He flickered on the light blindly. The darkness faded away and we were in the entrance hallway, with my butt perched on a dainty side table.

Sam helped me take off my shoes until I was left in my over-the-knee, sheer-black socks.

"This all feels familiar," I whispered. "You're obsessed with touching me."

He kicked off his own shoes and grinned at me shamelessly.

There was a vase sitting beside me and Sam reached over and plucked a rose from the bouquet.

He offered it to me. "My mom likes fresh flowers every week. I make it a point to buy them. Even when she's not here."

How sweet. I didn't get a chance to answer. Sam picked me up once again and carried me into what looked like a spacious and well-decorated living room.

"We're going to watch a movie," he stated.

"Okay."

"You want anything to drink?" he murmured against my mouth before sipping at it.

I shook my head and opened my mouth to kiss him deeper. You. I want you.

Sam sat us down on a beige couch.

Suddenly he stopped kissing me, cutting our lip lock short. I felt dishelved. He looked completely unaffected. Sam positioned me so I sat a meter away from him. He smiled politely. "Let's see what's good on Netflix, huh?"

I gaped at him.

* * *

Sam was a sadist.

There's no other reason to explain why I was being tortured like this. When he'd kissed me, I was so sure he wanted to fool around for a bit. I was so down to fool around with him.

I wasn't expecting him to break our heated kiss and plop us down on his couch. He put on some random documentary on Netflix – not even a fvcking movie – and it was boring as hell. All I could think about was his mouth and how it felt on my mouth, on my jaw, on my neck...I wanted to feel that mouth in other places.

I took a sip of the ice-cold water he'd brought me. It did nothing to dim the flames simmering inside of me.

God, I knew he was respecting my wishes. I wanted to take it slow. I wanted sxx to be slow. But who said we couldn't fool around? He was being the perfect gentleman by keeping an unnecessary distance and patting my hand comfortingly every now and then to show me that he was still here. Patting. My. Damn. Hand.

I couldn't hold it in any longer. I twisted my head in Sam's direction. "This is boring, Sam."

The first part of our date was great. He was being the usual. Smoldering. Sexy. He'd started something back at that dinner though, and now he had to finish it. He couldn't stare at me with blatant hunger as I sucked on a straw, envisioning something other than a straw being in my mouth. If he was going to give me those restrained panty-melting looks, then some panties better start melting.

Sam's eyes were glued to the screen in the dark room, projecting the only source of light. He took a sip of his water. "Jodanna, we're learning about lions. There's nothing boring about that."

Was he fvcking serious? I nudged his thigh with my foot. "I thought this was a date. I thought you wanted to have fun...with me." Oh, my God. I can't get more desperate than this.

"You don't know how to have fun, Tesoro."

My eyebrows skyrocketed until they loomed just underneath my hairline. He couldn't be serious. I took offence to that. Was he purposely trying to be an ass? Granted, it was his thing – being a cocky asshxle – but he's the one who insisted we go on a date. If I wanted to watch a lame documentary, I'd be doing it with my mother.

I was just about to tell him that I was going home, when I caught the slight twitching at the corners of his lips. It triggered something and I stared hard at his expression. He was fighting to keep the smug look off his face.

What did he have to be smug about?

The lion on the screen finally, finally pounced on his prey and ended its life. He was a slow hunter, the lion. He observed his prey. Planned his move. Measured every step.

Suddenly I felt like Sam was the lion and I was his prey. He was observing me. Testing me. Seeing if I would crack under pressure. Choosing the perfect moment to pounce. The sly bxstard knew what I wanted – I wanted him to pounce on me and do all the things he promised all those nights ago. He wanted it, too.

"I don't know how to have fun?" I challenged.

"Doesn't seem like it, Barbie."

If he kept talking cute and trying to goad me, he wasn't going to get his d!ck svcked, which would svck for him, because my Beer Boy needed it so bad and my mouth excelled at svcking.

My mind went over the thought once more, before I faced the TV. My hands skirted down to my upper thighs, where I grabbed the hem of his football jersey. I jerked it off in one fluid motion and shot it at his face.

But the thing about the hunt was that the lioness always pounced first.

The self-satisfied look on Sam's face faltered as he tossed aside the jersey covering his face. His expression was nothing short of stunned as his eyes registered my near-nxkedness.

Oh, now he's surprised.

I rolled my eyes and threw my leg over his hip, propelling myself forward until I landed in his lap – in our favorite position. Our bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, and maybe that's why we were so perfect together. We fit. Perfectly.

I kept my eyes on his as I undid the first three buttons of his shirt.

"Baby, what are you doing?" The rough, tortured baritone did it for me.

"Having some fun. Doing what you wanted me to do all night long."

Sam's breathing was uneven and shallow. Those darkened pools of lvst dipped down to my breaxts, covered in nothing not but my black lace brx. I knew they looked good. His jaw clenched. A hand feathered down the column of my neck, between the valley of my breaxts and stopping when it reached the button of my high-waisted shorts. He kept his eyes on me as he snapped it undone. The sound of my zipper dragging down echoed between us.

Sam lxcked his lips. His hands pvshed the shorts down until the material bunched around my hxps and he could grab a proper hold of my flesh. I loved the feel of his calluses on my skin.

"Anna," he uttered the softest of grxans. "God, look at you."

"What do you want from me, baby?" I asked him, slanting forward to bite his corded neck a little. Not enough to hurt. But enough to sting. "Tell me."

"Thought you'd never catch on," he said on a pained sound when I twisted my hxps against his. "Kiss me, Tesoro. Show me how badly you want me."

My fingers rushed into his hair and tilted his head backwards, crushing his mouth to mine. I kissed him with a brazenly, in a way I'd never done before - in a way that would allow me to share the wildfire spreading through my body onto his.

I loved that he tasted of sweet, mint and something that was all mine.

His crazed graxns spurred me on. I caressed his bowing chest with my palms, over the soft material of his expensive shirt, as I nibbled his lips. Slowly rxcking over the rapidly forming bxlge in his jeans. "Mmm."

We broke off for air and my breathy whimper drove him into a higher frenzy.

The dam broke. The last of his control cracked and went flying out of the window in a million pieces. His hands shot out to cup my face and he stamped my mouth more fiercely with his as I worked on the buttons of his shirt with a speed I didn't know I possessed. He helped me when I couldn't get it off fast enough.

When that tan Italian skin was bared to me, all taut and inked, I scored my fingernails down his torso, stopping only when I reached his rock-hard abs. He grxaned wildly and broke off our kiss, only to tell me how much he liked it.

As I kissed his chest, soothing the damage I left behind, Sam's hands roamed, savoring my curves, until they were grasping my a$s over the black lace cheekies I wore.

He used me to alleviate the ache I'd started in his core, driving me furiously over his arovsal. I moved to his beat, grxnding the way he wanted me, too. The friction caused burning heat to pool in my abdomen.

I was tvrned on beyond words. My head fell back until it rested on my shoulders and I whxmpered. It was so good. It wasn't enough. I wanted more. I'd never felt like this. The incessant ache pxlsed bxtween my legs was begging to be relieved. Only Sam could make it go away.

"Fvcking hell, Tesoro." Sam grxund against me. Groungroundground. "I wanted to be so good to you and not want this. But you're so txmpting, I can't resist you." His face buried in the crook of my neck. "Look what you made me do. I wanted to be a good boy and behave and watch a movie with my girl. Not dry fvck her tight pvssy on my couch. Ah, look at you. You're asking for it. Mxaning so hard to wake up the dead."

That. Dirty. Mouth. Of. His.

"But you don't want that, do you?" He laughed darkly and the sxxual sound reverberating through every bone in my body. The feral quality of it caused my stomach to flutter and my nxpples to bead. "No, you don't want me to behave. You want your bad boy. Fvck, yeah. You want the one who's going to put you on your back, splxt your knees, and give your needy pvssy what it deserves. Tell me, Anna, baby. What. Do. You. Want. My fxngers or my mxuth playing bxtween those pretty thighs?"

"Sam..."

"I'm impatient, Anna. So impatient after having you torture me for weeks." He flipped our positions until I landed flat on my back with my hair fanned out. My knees raised on either side of us. "Give me an answer, baby, please. I get a little crazy when I think about what you're hiding beneath those little shorts."

I pxnted. "Anything. Please. Sam. I don't want to wait anymore." I've never cxme before and I was close to it right now. Could feel the nxxd building inside of me, trying to soar. "Txuch me. I need you so bad."

My brain was a fog of lvst and Sam was the clearing. Every time he kissed or caressed me, I saw a little clearly. Those glazed eyes and glistening mouth would be the death of me.

His soft strands had been mussed by my reckless hands. I held on, tugging him closer. He tilted down, the tops of his thighs brushing the back of mine.

Sam stole a lace-covered nxpple in his mouth. He l!cked with the flat of his tongue, before svcking hard. I cr!ed out, feeling plxasure unfurl in my belly. My bxdy tightened like a bowstring and I couldn't breathe properly. There was something erxtic and animxlistic about the way he'd done that.

Our eyes met in the darkness and he blew on the pvckered flesh. He gave the same treatment to my other one. My hand cradled the back of his head as I pxnted, leaning shamelessly into his txuch. His other hands encompassed my brea$t, twxaking, and p!nching until I was ple-ading with a hoarse voice.

"Please, baby," he bxgged. "Take it off. I want to see all of you."

With shaky fingers, I reached behind and unhooked my brx. He snatched it from my hands with urgency and shot it to the floor. He bit his lip as he stared down at me. I felt self-conscious. He pushed my hands away when I tried to cover myself. "Don't ever hide yourself from me. This is you and me. No running away. You're fvcking stunning. My girl's fvcking stunning."

I loved how he talked to me, all low and rugged.

"You're so soft. Your skin feels like silk. Fvck. You smell so good."

We kissed frantically for awhile. Our mouths clashed. Our tongues battled. Our lips bruised. It was messy. It was hurried. It was so perfect. Especially when he took that kiss-swollen mouth and blazed a path down my neck, raining kisses and leaving me a trail of numerous love bites. His stubble scratched me endearingly and I loved the roughness of it all. The sound of our wxt mouths finding each other in the darkness along with the noises he and I made was the best melody I'd ever heard.

"I want to txuch you know," his ravaged voice purred in my ear. "That okay with you?"

I shook my head, numb with plxasure.

Sam's hand drifted down until it touched the sxeam of my jeans short. "I want to take care of you now. Take them off before I make you cxme in them."

"You do it," I whispered to him.

He gave me an intoxicated crooked grin and leaned back. I'd put that look on his face. I was filled with an odd sense of accomplishment as I watched him claw my shorts off. He tossed them somewhere over his shoulder with the rest of our clothes.

The smile he gave me was so boyish despite what we were doing that I giggled.

"I love that sound," he murmured, covering my bxdy with his. Our nxked txrsos glided against each other and I released a soft sign. He pressed his cheek to mine and I held onto his shoulders. His fingers danced over my lxce pxnties. Another whxmper escaped me. "I love that sound even more."

"Sam, please," My voice was raspy. "I'm tired of begging. You know what I want."

"I love hearing you beg. Do it some more," he teased.

"I'm going to punch you," I mxaned when his warm hand cvpped me.

"The sheer socks stay on," he said heatedly. "This, too." He tugged at the crystal garter chain. "Love how you look undxrneath me, Tesoro."

His fingers deftly pvshed aside my pxnties and svnk a digit. He cvrsed and growled at finding me wxt, sxaking. "Ah, fuuuck. Baby, how long have you been like this? How long have you needed me?"

My chest stuttered on a shuddering inhale. My muscles t!ghtened, m!lking his finger. I felt impaled. The intrvsion wasn't exactly uncomfortable, but I wasn't used to it. He grxaned. "I..I..."

I clutched his bulging biceps as he moved a fxnger ovt of me. "Jesus, been a while, Tesoro?"

"I....I've never," I trailed off, struggling with the myriad of sensations. I'd never txuched myself. And Joey, the incompetent bxstard couldn't even make me xome. 

If Sam was shocked, he didn't show it. Instead, he withdrew his fxnger and bit his lip as he saw how sxaked it was. He told me it was h0t – that I was so h0t. That he was h0t for me. That he was going to be a bad boy make me feel h0tter, before kissing it better with his good boy mouth. He wasn't a good boy. Sam was downright filthy in the best way possible.

I squeezed my th!ghs around his waist, urging him to deliver on his promise. He wrenched them apart with a rough sound. He spxnked my a$s in punishment. Telling me to keep them open. He had plans for my txght, txght, txght pvssy. Me clamping my legs closed didn't help.

My entire being shook. "Please, please, please, baby."

With a taunting chuckle, he delved in once again. He began exploring my fxlds softly, his fxngers sampling my wxtness. My back arched. I mewled. Sam's warm breath grazed my cheek. "How does that feel, huh, Tesoro?"

My response was a breathy mxan.

"Mm. Yeah, that good?" Sam loved that. He added one fnxger. My h!ps bvcked, asking for more on their own volition. It felt so good – everything he was doing. He added another one because I was being a good girl, he said. Sensations crawled all over me until I felt like I was being drowned in them. I was shaking all over, breathing with difficulty. "You thought I would walk away from you, baby? After you told me we should avoid one another? You. Fvcking. Thought. Wrong." I felt so fvll, so stretched. I loved it. I vocalized it. Sam gently pvmped his fingers into my wxt heat. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. "Nothing could have driven me away from you. Nothing. I'm not going anywhere. Now that I know how you look with your knees open and pointed in different directions, your pvssy glxstening and getting fxnger-fvcked by me, I'm fvcked."

Oh, my God.

"I thought I was going to go crazy when you finally let me kiss you. Every time you let me pin you against a wall, it drove a bit of my sanity out of my mind. I wanted to do so much more to you. But you're letting me now, aren't you? Letting me txuch you where your hands have never been, huh, baby? This. This makes me crazy." His lips bite my earlobe as his fxngers performed another crude thrxst and twist of his fxngers, finding a spxt that made me thrash. "The next time I catch you in a dark alleyway with me, none of us walk away. Not until I've been down on my knees with your legs draped over my shoulders, giving you the txngue-fvcking you deserve, you little cxcktease. Next time I won't behave, baby. You damn well know you don't want me to behave either."

"Sam..."

"Ahh, that's my girl. Almost there. I can feel you t!ghtening."

The pads of his fxngers moved down to rvb quxck circles around my bvndle of nxrves...and the tips of my nails dvg into Sam's thick shoulders, enough to draw out blxxd, and I cr!ed out. Sam swooped down to kiss me when I half-sobbed-half-whxmpered loud enough to shake the ceiling. I shattered into pieces as the whip binding me together uncoiled, sending sparks through my body, fire racing through my veins, and a stream of emotions and feelings straight out of my heart.

Sam. Sam. Sam.

I shvddered and Sam's hand experienced the aftermaths of it all.

I wasn't even embarrassed as I came down from cloud nine. Not at the fact that I'd been so tvrned on by his dxrty promises. Not at the fact that he'd seen me so vulnerable. Not even at the fact that I'd finished so quickly. I trusted him so openly. I could never hide from Samuel.

Our harsh breaths echoed in the dark.

His hooded eyes had gone all low-lidded with dx$ire. I must have had a similar look as I struggled to ease my erratic breathing back to normal.

With a devilish smirk, Sam raised his slxckened fxngers to his lips and svcked me right off, down to his knuckles. The sight was raw and explxcit and so hot. He grxwled at the taste of me, those emerald depths burning with an unnamed emotion. "Better than I would have thought."

He brushed my mouth with those wxt fingers. I knew what he wanted. I opened my mouth, bit them gently. He hissed. "Your turn."

A breath staggered out of his mouth and his eyes lit up like Christmas as I found the energy in my sated bxdy to reverse our positions. He fell on his back and I strxddled him. Instead of his hands coming down to clutch my hips, they palmed my aching hvavy breaxts, my perverted Beer Boy. He gave me a lopsided grin. "I lied earlier. The best sight is not you in my jersey. It's this right here; it's how you look right now."

His right hand brushed the underside of my right breaxt, curving over the quote in cursive writing that I penned myself one sleepless night in my diary. "Found your tattoo, babe. Tell me what it says now."

"Sink By Night, Emerge By Dawn," I murmured in the darkness.

He gazed at me intently. "What does it mean?"

I leaned down and braced myself on my forearms on either side of his head. "It was meant as a reminder to never fvck up again. And if I were to mess up, if I were to sink, I needed to remember to get back up again. I had to break through and emerge. I got it after my dad died."

A softness passed over his face and he stared at me lovingly. "Fvck, no man could possibly deserve you. You're so precious and you don't even know it, Tesoro."

He always called me that – always told me that I was something to be treasured. The strong emotion moving inside of me like a wave told me I was threading into dangerous territory with this guy. I may just feel more than a deep like for him.

"You deserve me," I declared and reached down to maul his face with my kisses. "I deserve you...And you deserve to have that hxrd cxck svcked by me. What do you say, baby? You want me on my knees now? Because there's no other place I'd rather be."

He threw his head back and grxaned, the corded muscles in his neck rising to prominence with the exertion. "Fvck. Fvck. Fvck. And you say I have a bad mouth? You're just as dxrty as me." My a$s took another well-deserved slap. I gave him a sound that he ate up. He fisted the tvmbling hair around my waist and tvgged until my scalp stung with a delicious pain. He thrvsted himself in my hand. "Please. Please. I'd never make you do something you don't want to, but I need this," he broke off on a pxnt. "You've had me like this for days. You're the only one who can make it better. Get on your knxxs for me, Anna. Please."

I melted off the couch and onto my knees. He sat up, gave me a wild crazed look and he'd never looked more beautiful to me than now. His hair was mussed, his lips were red underneath all that gorgeous golden stubble and his hard-inked planes were rising and down with each breath. Every line etched in his body hinted at the strong and imposing male that he was. But in this moment, no matter how authoritative he may be, my virility God was finally tamed by his lioness, completely at my mercy.

Sam fingers grasped my chin tenderly, his thumb brushing my wxt mouth. He looked so lost and vulnerable for a moment. "You're mine, right, Anna?"

As if he needed that assurance. There's no one else. "I'm yours, baby. You're mine, too."

"Good," he whispered. He lifted my chin a little and kissed the tip of my nose, the apples of my cheeks, and the slopes of my eyelids. I wanted to cry at the sweetness of it all. "I've never seen anything so perfect in my life. You're the closest I'll ever get to heaven. I want to be the one who learns to love you right."

My chest splintered. "Samuel..."

Sensing that he'd said too much, he pulled back and tried for a cocky smile to downplay the moment. But my fingers found his and intertwined. He glanced at me through his lashes. I understood. Because I...I wanted to be the one to love him right, too.

"I think...I change my mind," he rasped. "We've had enough for one night I...I just want to hold you tonight, okay, sweetheart? I know you've been hurt and used, and I'll never be that guy. Give me a chance to prove it."

"You are proving it, Sam," I whispered. "You...You never force me to do something I don't want. I love that about you...I'm doing this with you because I want too."

He seemed awestruck as he murmured, "Yeah?"

"Yeah." I smiled softly. Taking advantage of his shock, I parted the V of his legs a little bit more. My elbows rested over his thighs. There was something he needed to hear me say. Something that would clear out all confusion. "Hey, Beer Boy?"

He skimmed the back oh his knuckles down my cheeks, like he was revered by my beauty. "Mmm."

"I don't care what you think, but to me, you are and will always be everything I've ever wanted, too. I can't imagine me without you right now. You're the best thing that's happened to me in a long time, and I never knew how much I needed you."

Sam's fingers stopped their lazy path and he sucked in a sharp breath when I pecked the inside of his callused palm. "I mean it, hon."

"Anna." With a choked sound, he gathered me into his arms and held me close, kissing me voraciously until I was breathless and didn't know where he began and where I ended. "You're a dream. You're my dream and I can't believe I'm not dreaming you right now. Stay with me a little longer, baby?"

My forehead pressed to his viciously thumping heart. I kissed it. "Always."

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A/N'S: Whoooosh. That was a long one. Over 7k words and 17 pages on word. Hope that makes up for all the delay in posting! 

Soooooo what did you guys think of Sam and Anna in this chapter? He's not some Christian Grey, I swear, but Sam def likes his dirty talk and I think Anna enjoys it, too. I'm sure the chapter was a lot to take in, but leave me your overall thoughts on everything! Their date, their relationship, her tattoo, them basically saying they belong to each other LMAO?