Page 52 of Samuel's Heart

“Sammmm.” His scream fills my ears and my body, and I pound him even harder, making him come hard and fast.

Then I search for my own pleasure. But I only manage a handful of thrusts until I need to pull out, before I come inside him.

I remove the condom, take myself in my hand, and stroke my cock as fast as I can until I’m coming all over his chest. I needto see my mark on him. Then I let go of myself and lie on top of him.

Spent and satiated.

Fuck. I can’t wait to do it again.

I know I should stand up and clean us both up, but instead, I rest my face where his shoulder meets his neck because I need to keep him close right now. I relax when he places his arms around me and pulls me closer.

We don’t talk, and I’m glad, because I don’t know what to say. I’m relieved the silence is comfortable and not awkward.

I don’t even realise when I fall asleep, because my mind is full of Rory.

Everything else, the guilt, the pain, and the need, are all gone.

I am, I dare to say, happy.

Chapter Eighteen

Rory

I glance at Samuel sitting next to me in the car, while I try not to be too open about it.

I still can’t believe I had sex with him. I still can’t believe I wanted him as much as I did the night I helped him search for John’s lung recipient. That was a couple of weeks ago.

I never thought we would end up having sex.

Liar.My brain immediately catches my lie. I can’t even deny it because I felt the pull towards him from the moment he said he’d help. And every moment we spend together makes that connection stronger.

Now, though, I’m not so sure it was a good idea sleeping with him, because since then, we’ve barely talked.

It’s my fault, though, because I ran. I left his apartment before he woke up and hid in my apartment for a few days.

Guilt filled me at the thought of having betrayed John’s memory and what we had together. Until my brain started working again and I finally realised that having sex with someone else wasn’t cheating on John, because he was no longer here with me.

I didn’t try reaching out to Samuel, because I was sure he was going to call me, and I would have used that as a chance to apologise to him for leaving without a word. Instead, the call arrived four days later, but just to tell me he had a name and that we were driving somewhere at the weekend to ‘meet’ him.

He turned up this morning and the few words we spoke were to say good morning.

“Let’s stop for a coffee,” Samuel says, and I get a glimpse of the suffering on his face, but it’s gone before I can blink.

“Okay.” I don’t say more, because his attention is back on driving and finding a parking spot near the entrance.

His leg must be affecting him badly if he’s showing his ‘weak side’ to me after I left him. Especially after what happened between us.

I exit the car and wait for him to do the same, but I only hear grunts and curses before he stops, breathing heavily.

I walk to his side of the car and hold my hand out for him to take. He looks at it for a while and then back at me, but I don’t budge, and keep my hand there, challenging him with a stern look. We stay like this for a bit, but he finally takes my hand and I pull him up and towards me. He’s heavier than I thought, but I keep pulling until he’s on his feet.

I keep him steady when his feet don’t hold his weight, and he leans heavily on me. But when he realises what he’s doing, he pulls back and busies himself with closing the door and locking the car.

I take a few steps back, but not too far, just in case he needs me.

Instead, when he turns around, he’s steady on his feet and walks past me, towards the shops.

I watch him for a second and then follow. I don’t miss him swaying when he puts his weight on the injured leg, so I get closer and walk by his side.

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