With Me in Seattle Bundle One (128 page)

“You’re welcome. Will you ever tell me?” I ask softly as he starts to relax beneath my cheek.

“Yeah, but not tonight.”

“Okay.”

***

~Leo~

Sam is draped over me, her arms holding me tightly, as though she’s going to single-handedly protect me from whatever might try to hurt me.

And damned if she wouldn’t. She’s the strongest woman I’ve ever known.

I stroke her back, push my fingers through her hair, and grin when she purrs like a kitten and leans into my touch.

Yes, she’s grown used to me touching her.

The nightmare still sits like dead weight in the pit of my stomach, the images flitting in and out of my mind. I don’t have the dreams nearly as often as I did about ten years ago, but they do still come. I can’t figure out what triggers them. There’s no way in hell that making love to Sam, singing for her, watching her eyes light up with joy and excitement, should trigger the fucked-up mess that lives in my subconscious.

I need to talk to her, to tell her about what happened when I was too young to protect myself. She deserves to know. But I’ll be goddamned if I want it to touch her. To see the pity in her eyes, or even worse, revulsion, would destroy me.

I’m just not ready.

“Leo,” she murmurs, surprising me. I would have sworn she was asleep.

“Yes, sunshine,” I whisper and gently caress her cheek. Damn, she’s soft. She’s soft everywhere, and I can’t stop touching her.

“Go to sleep.”

She’s so damn stubborn.

“You sleep,” I mutter and kiss her head.

“Not unless you do.”

Yep, fucking stubborn.

“Okay, I’ll sleep.”

“Liar.” She sits up and offers me a sweet grin. “It’s almost dawn anyway. We could go for a run.”

I pull her back to me and roll her so she’s tucked beneath me, cradling my pelvis against hers, and her hands immediately find my ass.

I brace my elbows beside her head and bury my hands in her hair, nuzzle her nose with mine, and then sink into a long, slow, wet kiss. She makes me forget the shitty past and is the first person I’ve been with who makes me feel as alive as I feel when I’m playing music.

I’m never letting her go.

My cock is painfully hard again and rubbing against the wetness from her pussy. Each time I hit her clit with the tip, she moans and bites her lip. I reach over for a condom, but she stops me, links her fingers in mine and pulls them to her face, rubbing the back of my hand on her cheek.

“We don’t need the condom,” she whispers, her gorgeous blue eyes watching mine intently.

“Sam.” I kiss her tenderly. “I’m fine with the condoms.”

She shakes her head and cups my face with her free hand. “We don’t need them,” she repeats. “I have an IUD.”

“But…” I begin, but she interrupts me again, kissing me with those pouty lips of hers, pulling on the hoop in my lip.

“I trust you,” she states firmly, eyes still on me and happy, and I know that statement is possibly the most profound Samantha Williams could have made to me.

“I trust you, too.” My lips find hers again, sweeping back and forth, teasing her sweet tongue with my own, and I pull my hips back to slowly sink into her tight, wet warmth.

She gasps and smiles. “So much better this way.”

“Jesus H. Christ, Samantha, I’ve never not used protection,” I admit and watch her closely.

“Me neither.” She grins. “I think I prefer it.”

If I move, I’ll come. It’s that simple. God, she feels amazing, her tight muscles gripping my bare cock, legs hitched up around my hips, cradling me. I’ve never felt so complete.

So whole.

“You have to move,” she murmurs.

“I don’t want to.” I shake my head and rest my forehead on hers.

“Why?”

“I don’t want it to be over.”

“Leo.” She wiggles her hips, forcing me to move within her. It takes my breath away. “This is just the first time.”

The first time of many.

My hips begin to move, thrusting softly at first and then gaining momentum, pushing harder, faster. I feel the build-up rush down my spine as the first tiny contractions grip my cock.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” Reaching between us, I graze her clit with my thumb, and push her over the edge into oblivion. She bucks and cries out, her pussy squeezing around me even more. My balls tighten and lift, and the world stops spinning as I come inside her, truly inside her, for the first time.

It’s the most incredible moment of my life.

“Amazing,” I murmur and kiss her softly.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

Chapter Fourteen

~Samantha~

“My name starts with a C and ends in a T. I’m hairy and round and squishy inside. What am I?” Jules folds over in laughter, the card with the question gripped in her hand.

“I need another beer,” Caleb mutters and stomps into Luke and Nat’s kitchen for another round.

“A carrot?” Brynna asks, squishing up her face in concentration.

“What kind of carrots have you been eating?” Leo asks with a laugh.

“Ew. Yeah, nevermind.”

“This is so fucking funny.” Jules chuckles.

What the hell could it be? I stare at Jules, as if she can send me the answer by osmosis. We’re playing the game Dirty Minds for family game night. All our siblings and better halves are here, and we’ve turned it into a drinking game.

Of course.

“I know what it is.” Will grins at Meg and runs his hand down her back to her hip. “Although yours isn’t hairy.”

“Yuck. Stop it,” I scold him and grin when he laughs out loud.

“Dude, really?” Leo scowls.

“What?” Will asks innocently.

“For the love of all that’s holy, Nat, stop fraternizing with the enemy!” Luke has Nat in a firm lip-lock, as usual.

“I’m married to him, Jules. He’s hardly the enemy.”

“Tonight he is. Girls against guys. Get your sexy ass over here with me.”

“Are you going to kiss me?” Nat asks with a raised brow.

“After one more drink, yes.”

“Definitely go over there with her.” Nate quickly jumps in and is met with frowns from all the guys, except Leo, who continues to laugh next to me.

“Uh, they’re our sisters, man,” Matt reminds him with a frown on his handsome face, his blue eyes sparkling with humor.

“They’re not my sisters,” Nate responds.

“It’s a coconut, you nasty people!” Jules yells and hands the cards to me. “You go next.”

“Okay,” I respond and pull a card out of the deck. This game is effing hilarious. “I go in pink and hard and come out soft and sticky. What am I?”

“That’s disgusting.” Stacy laughs and takes a drink of her margarita.

“That’s not what you said last night.” Isaac leans in and nuzzles her neck, making her squirm and giggle.

“You are all oversexed,” I announce to the room at large.

“Not all of us.” Brynna pouts, sticks her lower lip out and scowls at Caleb.

“Don’t start,” he warns her.

My eyebrows climb. “What the fuck?”

“Caleb’s staying with Brynna and the girls for a while,” Luke fills me in. “It’s a safety issue.”

I frown over at the unlikely couple, Brynna with her long dark hair and generously curvy body—God, I wish I had her boobs—and Caleb, the big, muscular Navy SEAL.

“Is something going on there?” I ask Luke softly.

“I have no idea.” He shrugs. “But they keep looking at each other. None of my business.”

“What is it, Sam?” Nat asks with a grin.

“It’s gum.”

“Oh! Here’s one!” Will exclaims after he takes the box from me. “You stick your poles inside me, you tie me down to get me up and I get wet before you do.”

“I like the tie-me-down talk, you know,” I remind the boys and make the room laugh, including the quiet Matt, who chokes on his beer and grins at me.

“Seriously.” Leo glances at me with renewed interest, and I feel my cheeks heat.

“Sure.” I shrug.

Leo wraps his arm around me, pulls me to his side and kisses my temple, and I immediately stiffen.

I’ve never, ever had public displays of affection in front of my family before.

“I’m not a touchy-feely person, remember?” I whisper to him.

He leans in and lays his lips against my ear. “Get over it, sunshine. You’re mine, I’m yours, and I will touch you.” He lightly kisses me again and straightens, his face completely neutral, and I feel like I’ve been hit by a Mack truck.

Luke is watching us thoughtfully while he runs his fingertips up and down Natalie’s arm. The rest of the room, including Mark and Meg, are oblivious. I offer Luke a shrug and a slight smile and focus on the game.

“It’s a tent, people!” Will laughs and passes the box along.

“I haven’t been wet in a while,” Brynna announces, and I spit out my margarita.

“How many drinks have you had?” I ask her.

“Too many,” Caleb responds. “Excuse us, we need to talk.” He grips Brynna by the arm and leads her back to Luke’s office, and we hear the door slam.

I look back and forth between the girls—Jules, Nat, Meg and Stacy—and we all erupt in laughter.

“No orgasm talk tonight,” Matt announces in warning.

“Who talks about orgasms?” Mark asks with interest. My baby brother is adorable, and all grown up. He looks so much like Luke and our dad, tall and fair and strong.

And he’s a manwhore.

“The girls have a habit of talking about orgasms when alcohol is involved,” Nate fills him in and shakes his dark head.

“More drinks, ladies?” Mark asks with his charming, melt-your-panties grin.

“More drinks!” Stacy agrees.

“Orgasms are a perfectly fine thing to talk about.” Jules takes a long sip of her drink and offers Nate a goofy grin. “They’re better when they’re apagasms.”

“Julianne!” Nate growls.

“What? Meg called them that first.” She points at Meg, who widens her eyes innocently.

“I did?” she asks.

“Yeah, remember? In the van.”

“I was completely wasted in the van, Jules.” Meg laughs. “But apagasms sound good to me.”

“You fucking told them?” Nate turns on Jules in shock, and she clasps her lips shut and looks almost embarrassed for a minute, but then wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him square on the mouth.

“If you’ve got it, flaunt it, ace.”

“Uh, sweetheart, you don’t got it,” he reminds her, but she holds up her left hand and wiggles her ring finger at him.

“Yeah, I do.”

“I’m surprised you don’t have one.” I turn to Leo to find his eyes wide in surprise and his mouth gaping. “You’re pierced everywhere else.”

“I’m not getting my dick pierced!” He gapes at me like I’ve just told him he should get it cut off.

I snort. Yes, snort. He’s adorable.

“Oh, don’t be a pussy, I’ve heard really, really good things about the apa. And speaking of pussies”—I gesture at Meg with a grin—“even your sister has her clit pierced.”

“What the fuck?” Leo exclaims, scowling between me and Meg and back again. “I raised you better than that!”

“Way to go!” Mark offers her a high-five.

“Can we see it?” Nate asks and wiggles his eyebrows, earning a punch in the arm from Will.

“It’s really pretty.” Jules smiles sweetly, and Natalie nods in agreement.

“You guys have seen it?” Stacy asks.

“Yeah, we went with her when she got it.”

“I wanna see it!” Stacy bounces in her seat, her margarita gripped tightly in her hands.

“What do you want to see?” Brynna asks as she and Caleb come back into the room, calmer than when they left, but Brynna’s pretty face is flushed.

Interesting.

Meg shrugs and climbs into Will’s lap. He wraps his big arms around her and kisses her head. “I wanted a piercing,” she informs Leo and winks at me.

“Eyebrow, ear, nose, belly button.” He points passionately with his finger with each suggestion. “Are all acceptable piercings.”

“That’s not what I wanted.”

“Jesus.” He pulls his tattooed hand down his face and laughs. “I don’t ever,
ever
need to know stuff like this about you.”

“Hey,” Will says. “Don’t knock it till you try it.”

“So, back to orgasms,” Stacy begins, and Caleb jumps up, waving his arms about.

“No! No, no, no! No orgasm talk tonight.”

“I could talk about orgasms,” Mark offers.

“No! I’m serious.” Caleb glares at all of us, and I decide to put him out of his misery.

“Okay, guys…we’ll discuss the O during girls’ night.”

“Good plan,” Leo whispers under his breath. “I don’t need to hear my sister talk about getting off, and”—his voice drops further—“every time I make you come, is between you and me, sugar. No one else.”

Well, now I’d be happy to discuss orgasms. My purple panties are soaked.

“How are the living arrangements working out?” Matt asks Caleb and Brynna.

“Fine.” Caleb shrugs.

“He’s nice to the girls,” Brynna comments with soft deep brown eyes.

Dear God, she’s fallen for him! What the hell has been going on in that house?

We all exchange glances, but no one pushes the subject.

Caleb’s face softens into a smile, and he rests his big hand on Brynna’s denim-covered knee. “They’re easy to be nice to.”

“No kid talk,” Stacy scolds them. “We agreed. We’re pretending we’re young, with no responsibilities.”

“I am young with no responsibilities,” Mark reminds us all with a satisfied smile. “I recommend it.”

“Right, ’cause you hate kids.” I smirk. “You can’t stand holding Livie.”

“I love her. And then she goes home, and I go find a warm body for the night.” He winks, and I scowl back at him.

“Gross.”

“I’m not sure Sam should be having babies any time soon,” Meg announces with a laugh.

“Why not?” Luke asks.

“Well, there was a diaper…” Leo reaches over and covers Meg’s mouth with his hand, making her sound like Charlie Brown’s teacher
.

“I’m just definitely not ready,” I tell him quickly. “Not terribly maternal. You know.” I shrug and glance over at Nat to find her laughing, holding her stomach.

“Did Liv blow out her diaper when you watched her?” she asks and wipes tears from her eyes.