True North Book 3 - Finding Now Kate and Sam (23 page)

“See, Kate, you’re my pizza.”

“I’m pizza?”

“I love pizza.”

I couldn’t help but giggle and I had to admit I was sort of flattered. Only Sam could make a comparison between sex, women, love and pizza and actually have it make sense.

“You still don’t get what I’m saying, do you?” he asked through a full mouth.

Before I could explain that I did get it, he gulped down his food and said, “I have a better analogy. These last four years, I’ve been the playboy; I had zero interest in ever loving someone again, so every woman became nothing more than a challenge, like a new mountain to climb. But then you came along and showed me glimpses of your soul—and, well,
once you’ve seen Everest …” he explained, “where the hell do you go from there? No one and nothing could ever even come close to it.

“Kate,
you
are my Everest. And now, I don’t want to come down for anything.”

I knew right then that the love I felt for Sam would never diminish and never go away. It would always burn bright, like an eternal torch. Even if one day we weren’t together, he would always be a part of me now. And no matter what happened between us, he would be forever etched and tattooed on my heart. When I slipped the silken robe from my shoulders and offered myself up to him, I knew no one else could ever love me again with such intensity. Sam North was all in or all out, and he lived his life with the same full-on passion. As he made love again to me, I gave myself to him with that same passion.

Later, as I lay in his arms, my thoughts drifted into a distant future where I wasn’t sure if he’d still be a part of my life. I knew he was struggling to make a decision between racing, music and school. One would keep him close, while either of the others would take him far away from me.

He spoke of love and Everest, but did that equate to forever for him? Or was that simply his beautiful, ardent flame? A flame that smoldered with his energy, dynamism and exhilaration for the now?

My beloved ocean rose to the surface of my thoughts, churning, waxing and waning with the tides and swelling with tumultuous power—always faithfully there, always unpredictable. Sam was my ocean—calming, exciting, replete with vital life-force, comforting and dangerously threatening all at once.

I would ride every wave he offered until his tide finally went back out to sea.

Chapter Sixteen

“Rabiosa”

Shakira (featuring Pitbull)

Kate

Sam and I were nearly inseparable. After that first night, we never slept without each other again, and it was usually Sam’s apartment we stayed at. I had more than a drawer, I had half of the closet, along with a basket of feminine toiletries, a desk for university work and a key.

Sam was teaching me how to live life to the fullest. We had gone to every

landmark and to every tourist and locals’ hot spot in Seattle. He’d made good on his promise to take me to Yellowstone for a weekend. We flew down in his family’s jet and were shuttled by bus to the national park, where we stayed in a rustic log cabin. He’d even contracted a helicopter tour for us.

I became his regular groupie as he and Chasing North played all over Seattle and the surrounding areas. We had written three songs together, two of which were duets that he insisted I come up and sing with him. At first I thought he was freaking crazy, but one day after a couple beers I agreed, and even Logan was pleased at how well the songs went over with the crowd. After that, I let Sam talk me into performing them at other shows. It was actually pretty thrilling getting up there to sing and with Sam by my side … it wasn’t hard to feel invincible.

The only place I
hadn’t
gone with him had been the racetrack. That was just too closely connected to my past, and if something happened to Sam while he was racing … I wouldn’t have been able to handle it.

We talked about everything and anything and held nothing back. I was closer to him than any other human being on the planet. He even helped me when I talked to my parents on the phone.

I was acclimating back to being Kate—fun loving, expressive, creative and even a little wild. Dr. Jensen was more than pleased with my “progress” and reawakening.

We had checked off the first seven items on my prescribed to do list and only had a few left to go …

8. Walk on the sandy beach with no shoes

9. Play your favorite music

10. Ride in a car

11. Drive a car

12. Go after something you’ve always dreamed of … something you tucked away.

We’d made love in every area of both of our apartments—on counters, tables, floors, balconies and rooftops. He had seduced me in the band’s recording studio one night after hours when everyone had gone home, and once between classes at school he’d even pulled me into the supply closet for a quickie.

Our desire for one another was insatiable. The more we had of each other, the more we craved.

Sam also drove us to school and home again every day. I was becoming very fond of riding on the back of his motorcycle.

After school one day, instead of going home, Sam brought us to a large storage unit.

As I climbed off the back of the bike I asked, “What are we doing here?”

“I need to introduce you to my
other
Lady,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“
Your car?”
I tried to understand. “You need to introduce me to a machine?”

“Oh, Jolie, Lady isn’t just a machine,” he said, scolding. “She’s the most powerfully modified ‘69 Charger in the U.S.”

I had to laugh.

He unlocked the large, steel garage door and shoved it so it slid upward. I could see the outline of the Charger underneath a black covering. Sam turned on the overhead lights and maneuvered the motorcycle inside the unit before closing the door behind us.

“Are we staying long?” I asked.

“A few minutes anyway.” He started at the front of the car and began rolling the covering back to expose her. “Black, sleek, lean and built for speed.”

“She’s beautiful,” I admitted.

Sam opened the car’s doors. “I need to air her out. I have a race tomorrow.”
Air her out?

He pulled me from my thoughts. “Supple black leather interior—her inside is just as gorgeous as her outside.”

I really tried to wrap my head around it. Maybe he loved his car the way I had once loved my surfboard.

“She’s a lot like you,” he purred.

“Oh, really, how is that?” I smiled at the way he was looking at me. I knew that look. I’d become
very
accustomed to seeing it. It was playful, hungry and full of challenge all at the same time.

“You both have a body built for sinful speed that makes me feel exhilarated and alive.”

“Oh …” I found my fingers wandering to my mouth to trace the edge of my lips.

“Right now, Kate, I’m going to take full control over your body and mind.” He put a song on through his phone and the bike’s sound system then walked toward me with a leather pouch he’d taken from the bike’s saddle bag.

Domination?
The mercurial heat that overtook me with his words and expression told me I’d be saying yes.

“I could never refuse you, Sam,” I breathed, now biting the tip of my index finger gently.

The song made me move my hips to the driving Latin sound. The singer sang the word
rabiosa
, meaning closer, and breathed into the music with a voice full of sexual intent.

“Everything I say, you
must
obey me.” He laid his hands on my shoulders and slid them down my back to unzip my dress before letting it fall to the floor. “Can you do this, Kate, to receive the pleasure I promise you in return for your obedience?”

Air hitched into my lungs. The effort pushed my needy breasts toward him. I was wearing a pretty pink lace bra with matching, cheeky panties he’d gotten for me.

“Oooh, I love these on you.” His mouth was so close to mine, I felt his air on my lips. I parted them in anticipation of contact and tasted his breath on my tongue. He slid his hand up the curve of my ass and gave it a fast, playful and sensual whack. “Go sit on my bike.”

He stepped back and I was already overwhelmed by him. I did as he told me to.

“Mmm … you’re gorgeous.” His gaze devoured me whole. “Lift your leg and straddle it backward, nice and slow.”

Oh. Dear. Heaven. I pulled my legs apart and worked to give him a little show as I did it, arching my back so my sex rubbed the leather seat as I moved.

“Lay back and spread your legs for me now,” Sam instructed.

Carefully, I rolled my back down until I was connected with the seat and felt secure.

“Baby, it has double kickstands, you won’t fall.”

I’d never lain back on a bike before. I’d also never had sex on a bike before. My body was humming with expectation.

“Oh, I’m going to fuck you so good, Kate,” he growled. “You are incredibly fucking sexy sprawled over that black Samurai Chopper in nothing but a little bit of pink lace. Reach up behind you and grip the handlebars.”

I did and felt utterly exposed.

“Close your eyes,” he commanded. “And no matter what, don’t let go of those handlebars.”

After I closed my eyes, Sam tied a silk blindfold over my eyes. “Um …” I felt shy all of a sudden and completely vulnerable.

“Do you trust me, Kate?” Sam sensually whispered in my ear, taking my breath away.

“Yes.”

“Unequivocally?”

I knew my answer. “Yes.”

“Then no matter what I do or say, I don’t want you to speak or resist me. You’re allowed to make all the hot, explosive noises you desire as I set your body on fire, but you may not protest or question me. Is that understood?”

OH. GOOD. GOD! “I’m yours, Sam.”
For better or for worse.

“That’s my beautiful girl.”

I felt him pull back, and the absence of his heat made me want to beg for him to come back.
No talking,
I reminded myself.

Just then his fingers worked the front clasp of my bra. The sensation of my tits bared and the cold intrusion of air against my nipples caused a whine to rumble in the back of my throat.

“I don’t think you understand just how much I love making love to you,” Sam began as he pulled off my panties. “I love my music and racing and the adrenaline of both, but this … There is
no other thrill
like you.” A surprising sensation tickled over my neck the moment he declared such a strong and serious statement, making it difficult for me to concentrate on either the gravity of his words or the sexy line he was drawing from my neck to my breast.

He was using some type of feather light instrument to tickle across my skin. It was so soft, and it left a trail of wetness as it went. I forced my mind to work. “A paintbrush?”

Sam made a tsk-tsk sound. “You don’t want me to have to stop, do you?” he warned. “If you talk, I’ll stop and wait.”

I zipped my lips, pressing them tightly together.

“Good girl,” he praised as he circled the rose disk of one breast then trailed over to do the same thing on the other side.

“You may answer me in a whine. Does that feel good?”

Oh, God, YES!
I whined, and he rewarded me by running the silken bristles over and around each pink bud until I was gently gyrating my hips, in need of more.

“Mmm … are you hungry, baby?” he asked huskily as he lifted the brush from my body. I cried out at the loss and nodded my head. “Good,” he said, now right next to my face.

He stroked the brush against my bottom lip, then quickly grabbed that lip in between his teeth. I smelled the sweet aroma as I tasted decadent, smooth chocolate. His tongue lapped at my coated lip as I joined him in the assault, until he moaned with me.

He must have been dying. Absentmindedly, I reached out to find the bulge that must have been rising between his legs.

“Oh, baby, you broke the rules,” he complained, pulling away.

Shit!
I held my breath as I grabbed the handlebar and waited, open and needy, for his touch to return. Oh, damn, he’d been more than serious. When another minute passed without his touch I mewled in protest.

“Alright, don’t let it happen again,” he warned.

His mouth followed the trail of chocolate he’d painted from my neck back to my breasts, and he licked and sucked furiously until I was moaning and wailing under his ministrations.

Moments later he said, “You’re exactly where I want you.” I felt the brush as it swiped a circle, tracing my belly button then dipping lower until it found my clit, ready and waiting.

My breathing was replete with sexual tension as he circled the exposed nerves. My climax came rushing at me, but he quickly pulled the brush away. “SAM!”

“Not yet, love. I’m not ready,” he cooed. “And you talked again.”