The Wedding Affair (The Affair Series Book 2) (24 page)

“Oof,” she grunted when her ass landed.

He launched in her direction saying, “And now, my pretty, prepare to be eaten by the big bad wolf.”

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liding noiselessly off the bed, Sam stood on legs made of jelly, felt her thighs quiver, and reached out to steady herself.

Whoa. Her whole body felt a little like when she tried running a 5K marathon without seriously training first.

Taking an exploratory step, she quietly yelped and jumped half a mile when her foot landed on something prickly.

What the hell?

It was the torn remnants of a condom packet. Bending over, she took it from between her toes and flung it away. That was when she saw the area around the bed littered with them.

She looked at the ottoman shoved to the foot of the bed and felt a full-body blush bloom on her skin when she recalled why. Leaning to the side, she inspected the floor nearby and yep, condom wrapper. That time had come close to being a disaster. With her knees on the ottoman and her ass in the air, as she lay on the mattress, Ryan had been so eager for her body that he almost forgot the protection. Scrambling wildly, he’d saved the day and entered her from behind with a mighty thrust that nearly sent her across the mattress.

Shivering from the reminder, Sam quickly glanced at his sleeping form, smiled, and went back to creeping into the bathroom.

Her enemy, bathroom lighting, delivered quite a punch when the aftermath of their wild and oh-so-sexy antics was revealed in the mirror.

Uh-oh.

She looked well used and completely satisfied.
Mauled by the Alpha
. Would make a great movie title.

Repairing the damage took some time, but when she left the bathroom, she’d tamed her hair and removed her makeup properly. Fresh-faced and with a growling stomach, she tiptoed back to the bed.

What was the protocol in these situations? Did she crawl back under the covers? Should she run around and tidy things up? Biting her thumbnail as she contemplated her options, she jumped when the large lump in her bed groaned and shifted position.

An arm wrestled from under the covers and stretched out—searching? Encountering empty space, the lump groaned again only, this time, it sounded more like grunted disappointment. Then the covers were flung back, and a disheveled looking alpha sat up, sighed, yawned, and scraped his hands on his head before one crept down the center of his chest and dropped into his lap. The other hand half-covered his eyes.

She knew how he felt.

His first attempt to speak was a hoarse croak. Clearing his throat, he asked, “Sam?”

Happy dancing with a hangover was not advisable, but she sure wanted to do a victory lap because that was right! Just as he said, when they came together that first time and he’d reduced her to a puddle of goo, he’d shouted her name in ecstasy and formed an intimate, just-between-them bond that lifted her spirits and wiped her inhibitions—what was left of them—and any residual doubts clear away.

“I’m right here,” she answered quietly. “Sorry. Had to make a bathroom run.”

“Get your ass up here,” he growled. Slapping the mattress next to him, he opened one eye and watched her.

She crawled next to him, and he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into a spoon position. With his face buried in her hair and a hand full of boob, he murmured, “Mmm. Good morning. You smell good.”

She laughed softly. “Good morning to you as well and goddamn but you smell awful.”

He ground out a terse sounding, “Shit,” threw back the covers, climbed over her, and rolled off the bed. She watched his gorgeous ass and those mouth-watering thighs as he hurried into the bathroom.

Five minutes later, an even better view of Ryan Sommerfield sauntered toward the bed. Led by his handsome cock, which moved as he walked, and gave new meaning to the term swoon-worthy prominence, he climbed over her again, settled in behind, and pulled her close.

“Better?” he asked with his lips on her shoulder.

“Yes.” Sam put her hand on top of his, the one fondling a breast, and made a noise that didn’t qualify as a growl but came damn close. At the same time, she wiggled her butt against his groin.

He didn’t need further invitation. She whimpered when his teeth sank into her shoulder at the same time that he plucked her nipple with insistent fingers.

Wiggling again, she gasped when he shifted his hardness away from her ass. Her disappointment was short-lived, though, because his hand moved from her chest, down her torso, and went straight for her greedy clit.

The man had talented fingers; knew exactly what touches sent her flying and had her writhing and desperate in record time. He was doing crazy things to her shoulder blades and neck as he fingered her to an exquisite climax.

Quivering from the power of her response, she was still flying when he flipped her onto her back, rose up, spread her thighs, and confidently declared, “Pussy. Breakfast of champions.”

She had two seconds to comprehend his intent before Ryan dove between her legs and licked her to a second unreal explosion. Then he chuckled, flipped her again, pulled on her hips until she was on her knees facedown, and followed up with a hearty ass smack.

The familiar sound of a packet being torn open came next and then he was inside her and not in a way she’d describe as gentle.

She liked this about him. He made love and fucked furiously with equal fervor. Apparently, this morning he wanted the furious fucking, and she was totally okay with that.

He fisted her hair in one hand and reached for a bouncing tit with the other. On each ferocious thrust, he let loose with an earthy grunt that spurred a continuous flood of hot arousal to leak from her body.

His grip on her hair tightened. Her pussy quivered knowing what was coming. She moaned and thrust her ass backward to meet each stroke.

The lewd, sexy sounds filling the air were her downfall. Frantically grabbing the bed linen, she lost control as he grunted, “Fuck,” and picked up speed.

He slammed into her body over and over as Sam surrendered to the insane lust they provoked in each other.

An orgasm so powerful she cried out when it hit shook her body and made her pussy explode with fierce spasms. He went right after her, calling her name as he stroked and ground his cock into her as deep as he could.

“Sam,” he grunted. “Sam!”

He collapsed on top of her with his cock still throbbing inside her. Crushed against the mattress, she didn’t complain. Something was oddly comforting about his big body covering hers.

When he caught his breath, Ryan rolled them to the side and carefully pulled out. His harshly muttered, “Shit,” didn’t sound good.

She looked over her shoulder to see what was wrong and found him wearing a rueful expression and what looked like a warm blush.

“Are you okay,” she asked in a small voice because at that moment she wasn’t entirely sure she retained the power of words after their intense coupling.

He deserved credit for not shying away from the matter at hand and immediately confessed, “There was some leaking.”

Maybe if she’d been fully aware, his words would have made sense, but she wasn’t and asked, “The condom broke?”

“Uh, not broken,” he assured her. “More like a rain cap trying to contain a tsunami.”

Well, damn. That didn’t sound good. She did some fast arithmetic in her head, tried not to freak out, and then concluded there was no way they’d be that unlucky.

“Should I be worried?” she asked.

He didn’t say anything right away so she rolled onto her back and looked up at him. “Ryan?”

An odd, wistful expression crossed his face right before he leaned down and kissed her.

“I think we’re at the mercy of the universe.”

The ramifications of what he was saying overwhelmed Sam. How much more trouble could they possibly borrow before this whole thing became a study in absurdity? She was falling for someone who she’d known less than a week. Someone who lived on the other side of the country. Someone she’d given herself to with such soul-shattering abandon that she wasn’t sure where that left her.

Crushing, unexpected sadness seized her entire body. She just knew this wasn’t going to end well. What had they done? In their haste to seize the moment, they’d acted like impetuous kids, and she was pretty sure no proprieties had been present.

Vaulting over her to get off the bed, he stood, took her hand, and tugged. “I can hear your brain switching to overload. Let’s continue this in the shower.”

She didn’t resist. A nice warm shower would go a long to way to calming her fluttery nerves.

Holy fuck. Talk about things not going as planned. Ryan couldn’t believe the shocking turn of events marring their otherwise exquisitely enjoyable time together.

There hadn’t been a lot to say once they hit the shower. Aware that things were in motion that they couldn’t control, you’d think they’d behave but such was not the case. Naked, vulnerable, confused, and barely managing to keep his constant arousal in check, a slew of erotic possibilities invaded his mind and senses. Something about warm, steamy, and wet invited all sorts of scenarios.

The joke was on him, though, because Samantha ran the show, starting with a bottle of the most outrageously delicious smelling coconut vanilla body wash and a surprisingly arousing shower pouf. What she did with that unusual equipment turned his entire body to stone. His mind carefully photographed her every move so he’d remember in explicit detail the bright red pouf, her soft, dainty hands, and the mountains of fragrant suds hanging off his rigid cock.

He found something out in that shower too. She had a thing about his legs. Specifically his thighs. There wasn’t a guy on the planet who didn’t get off on the sight of a sexy woman on her knees staring up at him. When Samantha did it, though, she was running the red suds covered pouf up and down his thighs with religious precision so not a single patch of skin was left unwashed.

He’d been so turned on and so amazed at her worshipful stroking of his legs that he couldn’t recall ever being that close to losing control.

Did she bring their wet, steamy interlude home with a mind-numbing oral completion that left him shaking? Yes, yes, she did. He had the memory of his thundering grunts and cries, as she devastated his senses in ways he could barely comprehend, to prove it too.

He was in a hurry, skirting along the edge of the pathway leading to his room, eager to get back to her as soon as he could. It wasn’t only unusual for him to be making a walk of shame in last evening’s crumpled clothes, but it was also a first. Samantha Evers was a bundle of firsts.

When he left her to run back to his room and get clothes, she was smiling and still smugly proud of her shower performance. Her word because she told him several times how eager she was to go back and revisit scene two as she called it. That was when she had him kneel so she could wash his hair and he took advantage of their positions to do all sorts of lovely, incredibly hot things to her lush body. He rather liked her riding his fingers as he watched from his knees and enjoyed a close-up, front-seat view of her coming in epic fashion.

They had this whole day together, and he planned to take full advantage. And he didn’t just mean physically. She’d mentioned an interest in one of the local tourist spots that he wanted to take her to. Anything that interested Samantha, interested him.

He could feel her confusion and concern about what happened after tomorrow. Knowing she was already on the fence about her future in Los Angeles gave him the edge to push ever so slightly. What didn’t help, though, was the whole ‘Oopsie Condom’ thing.

“Hey! Bud,” a loud, booming voice hollered.

Shit. It was Chuck, Kyle’s caddy, and the laughter in his voice told him that he couldn’t wait to rub Ryan’s nose in a gotcha exchange.

“Little early for formal attire, isn’t it?” he snickered.

Making matters worse was the smiling presence of Chuck’s wife, Theresa. He couldn’t count the number of times over the last few years when he’d socialized with the couple. Nobody was closer to Ky than he was, but Chuck came in a fast second. And that mash-up of facts meant they were each aware of Ryan’s lengthy turn as a celibate monk.