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“I don’t care, nor did I ask, how Laura felt about it. However, she did point out that you had as much control over Michael Monaghan hitting on you as I had over Claudia, and that maybe I was being an unreasonable, jealous dickhead.”

“You were being a dickhead.”

A grin twitched at the corners of his mouth. “I’m not sure if I should spank you for calling me a dickhead or for interrupting me … again.”

Meg let out a low groan at the prospect. Not that anyone had spanked her. The closest she had come was the time Sam forced her face down on the kitchen table and had his way with her. He wanted to show her who was the boss after he’d tossed Michael out of the flat. The memory rattled around in her head, sending a pulse through her body that settled into a throb low in her abdomen. If he wanted to spank her for being a naughty girl, maybe she should let him, just this once.

Sam chuckled. “I think you like the idea.”

Challenged, she wanted to deny it. Her mother would be mortified to discover her daughter enjoyed sex, never mind getting spanked. Meg shook her head. “Do not.”

“Liar. I should spank you for that too.”

Meg’s face flushed and she barely held in a whimper of anticipation.

When Sam grabbed her arm and dragged her into his lap, she wasn’t sure what he intended to do. He nuzzled her neck and kissed his way to her ear before whispering, “Did you notice we’re alone in a locked room with a shower?”

The cock stirring beneath her thighs left her in no doubt what Sam had in mind, but there were logistical difficulties even desire couldn’t overcome. She groaned with frustration when he slipped his hand inside her sweatshirt and circled her already hard nipple through her sensible sports bra. If only she hadn’t been born a pygmy. “I’m too short.”

Sam caught her lips with his and plundered her mouth. He captured her tongue and nipped it with his teeth. She squirmed as moisture pooled in her cotton undies. She had no idea where this was going, but if she didn’t have a Sam-induced orgasm one day soon she would self-combust with unrequited lust.

He broke the kiss and lifted her to her feet. She watched as he crossed the room, slid the shower door open, and flicked on the taps. Slowly, he scuffed off his jogging shoes and socks, and then tugged his T-shirt over his head. Meg chewed her bottom lip. Everything began to throb as her gaze roamed his naked body. How on earth had a lard lass attracted a man who looked like … that? Hard. Rock hard. Every muscle defined. Pecs, abs. He slowly rolled off his bike shorts and Meg slipped a finger into her mouth and tongued the tip, imagining it was his solid cock. His impressive erection almost reached his belly button and was the icing on her perfect beefcake.

When he crooked his finger she sauntered toward him, attempting to appear nonchalant even though her eyes were drawn to his throbbing dick. She needed to taste him. To hold him. To make him yell “yee-haw.”

Sam grabbed the front of her sweatshirt and tugged it over her head. She heeled off her running shoes while he made short work of her pants and underwear. Neither of them had any desire to wait. He stepped under the steaming water and drew her in with him. She gazed in awe as he tipped his head back to wet his hair. If only she had a camera. She’d stick the photo to her bedroom ceiling and stare at him hot, wet, and hard whenever she desired, and she desired right now.

Sam grinned and winked as he ran his soap slicked hands down his chest and over his stomach. God, he wouldn’t, would he?

Apparently, he would. Ever since she’d walked in on him jacking off in his room she’d wanted a repeat performance. He grasped his solid cock and slid his hand the full length. Meg swallowed loudly, imagining herself impaled on him. She wanted his shaft buried deep inside her. To hell with the teasing and lack of sandals. They had to find a way for this to work. Surely there was something she could stand on?

Before she had a chance to look, Sam pulled her tight against him. His cock pulsed against her abdomen and she palmed his butt cheeks, enjoying the feel of his hard muscles. She tipped her face up and he kissed her long and slow until she was positive the water would evaporate from the heat emanating from her body. He broke the kiss, and without a word, turned her in his arms. The sensation of his erection digging into the top of her butt and lower back was just as erotic. Soft licks and nips on her shoulder made her shiver. She never even noticed the water had stopped flowing over them until a warm pulse massaged her stomach.

She moaned. “Sam?”

“Shh, relax.”

Meg opened her eyes and tipped her face back to gaze at him. He grinned as he slipped his knee between her legs, forcing her to widen her stance. With one hand wrapped tightly around her waist, he dipped his face and tugged her bottom lip into his mouth, then whispered, “Go with the flow, baby.”

“
What flow?”
never made it from her lips as the warm jet from the showerhead pulsed over her engorged and throbbing pussy. God, who knew getting clean could be so dirty in so many different ways.

Sam appeared to be an expert at water torture. Warm jets pulsed over her clit, and then moved to her opening and back again. He rocked his erection against her, his cock trapped between her body and his stomach. She squirmed as he built the pressure to an undeniably erotic crescendo, and then eased as he moved the jet from her swollen nub. Her pussy throbbed and her clit ached. Legs shaking, she was torn between begging him to stop teasing her and dragging out the moment for as long as she could. Another pulse of hot water hit her aching center as Sam thrust against her back. She moaned and pushed against him, her insides rippling with desire, need filling her.

His rigid shaft dug into her again as he rode her back hard. How he managed to concentrate on teasing her when he appeared on the verge of a sexual explosion of his own held her in awe. He nudged her legs wider. “Meg, put your hands on the wall and lean forward.”

She complied and he shifted his arm from around her waist. Her despair that he was going to leave her unfulfilled was short lived when his fingers slipped between her thighs, bumping her hot pussy before he slid two inside her aching center. She convulsed around the wandering digits as another jet of water hit her clit.

As delicious as his fingers felt, she wanted the real thing. She panted as she held back her release. There had to be a way to make this work?

She moaned out, “Sam, I have to ride the pony.”

Sam groaned in her ear. “Nothing I want more, baby, but I’ll never be able to control myself, and I don’t have a condom.”

Another thrust of his fingers sent a shudder through her. She moaned and pushed back. “Don’t care. I’ll ride bareback if I have to.”

Dropping the showerhead to the floor he withdrew his fingers and turned her in his arms. His kiss was scorching. Tongues tangling, she held on to him for dear life her legs beyond useless. He propelled her backward out of the shower to the bench and they fell on it together, a tangle of arms and legs. Water dripped to the floor and the room steamed up as Sam dragged her legs over his shoulders and took her with one thrust. Her center convulsed and she moaned when he slammed all he had deep inside her. Nothing existed beyond her pussy and the warm glow building in her abdomen.

Sam was home. Sam was home where he belonged and nothing else mattered. Each pump of his hips pushed her higher up the bench and she had to hold on to the wall to stop her head from making contact. Taking advantage of her new vulnerable position, Sam slid his thumbs up the insides of her thighs. Moist hard pads flicked her nub one after the other, sending shock waves rippling through her. All the blood in her body seemed to have pooled in her pussy, and every nerve ending tingled. Sam slowly pulled out and pushed back in, driving her crazy. She was so close. Sam pumped again as he massaged her pulsing clit and her world exploded. Her pussy clenched tight, pulling his wild stallion deeper and then convulsed with a release that left her dizzy and drained of energy. She barely managed to draw breath as Sam rammed into her still quivering center. A roar of, “Yee-haw” echoed around the room as she felt his dick stiffen and deliver its load deep in her welcoming pussy.

Sam dropped her legs from his shoulders and collapsed on top of her as aftershocks quivered the length of her pussy. Meg ran her fingers through his wet hair and when he moved his face to hers, she accepted a slow sensual kiss. He broke the embrace and stared into her eyes, grazing his fingertips over her cheek. “I love you, baby.”

Meg smiled, “I love you too.”

He climbed to his feet and pulled her to join him before wrapping his arms around her, holding her tight. She could hear his heart racing as she rested her head on his chest. They might have made a new life. She might be cradling a tiny Sam inside her. The thought made her snuggle closer against him. God, she was clucky. When did that happen?

His voice rumbled. “We can’t do this again. We took a stupid risk. You need see a doctor and go on the pill.”

Her heart sank to her feet, and she pulled back and stared.

Chapter Ten

The minute the words left Sam’s mouth he wanted to take them back. Meg’s bottom lip quivered and her eyes filled with tears. He’d ruined their first uninterrupted romantic interlude in weeks with a thoughtless comment, not that he didn’t mean what he said. Since finally winning Meg’s trust and convincing her he wanted to pleasure her over and over and over, and then declaring his love for her, they had barely had a minute alone. Maud’s arrival had put the kibosh on their relationship developing much further. He had no doubt where he wanted things to go, and babies were definitely on the agenda, but not right now, not before they had a chance to explore each other and their new relationship.

“Meg?”

She shifted her gaze to him, her eyes still moist with tears.

“I never meant…”

With a shrug, she pushed away from him. “Everything’s fine. I need to get going. Maud will be wondering where I went.”

Sam grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him. “You’re not running out on this.”

A thump at the door ended the conversation. Lance’s high pitched frantic voice echoed through the thin timber. “Sam, are you in there? I need to find Meg. Maud’s had an accident.”

Meg looked up at Sam. “I should go.”

He’d fucked up big style and he knew Meg would dwell on what he’d said and misconstrue the whole thing. Not wanting kids now would become not wanting her long term. No doubt her brain would have twisted that into he didn’t find her attractive within an hour.

Another thud fell on the door followed by a plaintive wail. “Sam?”

Sam dropped a soft kiss on Meg’s lips. “Don’t you dare take what I said out of context. We’ll discuss this at home later. I love you. Okay?”

Meg gave him a shaky smile. “I love you too.”

“Promise not to twist things?”

“I’ll try.”

He kissed her again. “That’s my girl. Now you better go and find out what havoc Maud is causing to have poor Lance squealing like a prepubescent teenager.”

Sam wrapped a towel around his hips and opened the door a crack to find Lance wringing his hands. His face flooded with relief. “Thank God. Where’s Meg?”

“Why? What happened?”

“I think Maud overdid things. I wanted to call an ambulance but she won’t let me.”

“Is she in the main gym?”

Lance nodded furiously.

“Meg will be with you in a minute.”

Lance tried to peek through the gap in the door. “Is she with you?”

Sam grinned. “I said she’ll be there. Now run along.”

By the time he turned around Meg was fully dressed and shoving her feet into her runners. He stepped back and as she made her way to the door, he halted her progress with his arm.

“Just so you know. I don’t regret a minute of anything we’ve done. Not even in the last half an hour.”

Meg smiled. “Not even the time my mother almost caught me giving you a blow job?”

Sam shuddered at the memory. “That I regret, and your dad finding me making love to you in your mum’s kitchen.”

When she giggled he couldn’t stop a grin from curling up his lips. “See you at home later.”

She nodded and dropped a kiss on his mouth. Lips barely touching she whispered, “I love you, Sam.” But before he could respond, she slipped away. He shut the door and leaned his butt against it. Everything would be fine. Once Maud moved out and they settled into a normal life together, there would be plenty of time for them to think about the future. Right now, he wanted her to himself.

*

Meg had to fight through a crowd of beefy bodybuilders to get to Maud. She was sitting on the floor between the legs of a very buff man. Her eyelids fluttered and she looked up plaintively at Meg from her pillow of well-developed male pecs.

“What happened?”

Mr. Body Beautiful stared at Meg. “My fault. I bet her a kiss she couldn’t bench press the bar.”

Meg glanced at the weight bench and saw a discarded bar sans weights. “Just the bar?”

“Yeah, I guess she is more fragile than she looks. Poor angel.”

Maud moaned again and Meg was sure the sound had as much to do with the fact she had found herself in the arms of a man she could usually only fantasize about as any injury she’d suffered.

Meg patted Maud’s cheek. “Great Aunt Maud? Where does it hurt?”

Maud’s steely blue eyes snapped open and she hissed, “It’s just Maud, and I think I broke my arm.”

Despite her best efforts, Meg couldn’t keep the grin from her face. Just as she thought, Maud wasn’t as badly damaged as she appeared to be. “Perhaps we should take you to get an x-ray. Can you walk?”

Maud let out another low moan.

“I can carry her to the car.”

“Whatever. Although I am sure she is quite capable of walking on her own.”

“If Eric wants to carry me, I don’t mind.”

Meg muttered, “I bet you don’t,” as she got to her feet and parted the red sea of beefcake to lead the way to the car.

Eric carried Maud in his arms and waited while Meg collected their bags from the locker. Maud snuggled against her new champion as he deposited her in the passenger’s seat.