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Turning me away from him, he picks up the detangling conditioner and sprays my hair before gently running the brush through it. I’d forgotten how lovely it was to have someone brush your hair. I keep quiet and watch him in the mirror as he concentrates on my mop, taking his time. Only when he’s done does he look at me. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he draws me to him, resting his chin on my shoulder.
“Love your hair, beautiful. I’ve had fantasies about it,” he tells me.
Heat flushes through my cheeks. I’m curious to know what fantasies they are, so I ask, “Yeah, what kind?”
Sam presses his lips to my neck. I arch my neck to give him better access, and he doesn’t disappoint, trailing his lips up my neck to my ear. “I dream of you on your knees in front of me and your hair wrapped around my wrist as I fuck you from behind. Or on top of me with your hair loose, trailing against my thighs, and sometimes, I imagine you on your knees with my cock in your mouth, my hands holding your head, gripping your hair and tugging it just enough to hurt a little while I fuck your mouth.”
My lips are parted, and I’m breathing a little heavier. My nipples peak as he tells me his fantasies, and I’m sure if I were to put my hands in my pants, I’d be wet. Gulping a breath, I gasp, “Jesus, Sam.” My wide eyes meet his heated gaze in the mirror. I’m not sure who moves first, me or him, but one minute I’m facing the mirror and the next I’m on the bed under him, and we’re ripping each other’s clothes off in a frenzy.
Mouths frantic as we devour one another. There’s no finesse. Just straight-up fucking. A whimper escapes me as he drives his cock into me, hard and fast. We’re both needy, and I welcome each hard thrust into my body, wrapping my legs around his hips, anchoring him to me as he drives his cock again and again into me.
Sam sets a brutal pace. There’s nothing pretty about the way we come together. It’s hard, it’s hungry, it’s beautiful, and it’s perfect.
“Fuck, fuck, Ally, Ally,” Sam groans out. Hooking his arm behind my knee, he opens me up, his hard cock hitting me deep. I let out a long moan, biting down on his shoulder as I come so hard I’m seeing stars. A cry leaves me as he pulls out and comes all over my stomach. I hate that he’s done that, but I understand. I’m not on birth control, and we’re barely starting out. I’m glad one of us was thinking straight.
“Jesus, baby,” he lifts off me enough so that he can look into my face. “Are you okay?” he asks, eyes full of concern.
A wide grin splits my face as I chuckle, then full-out laugh, “Bit late to ask me now when you’ve just fucked me into the mattress,” I tell him.
He snorts out a laugh, and before I know it, we’re both rolling on the bed, laughing. Ignoring the cum coating my belly, I roll towards him and throw a leg over his hip and settle my head onhis shoulder. His arm comes around me, tucking me close to his body. “Thanks for remembering I’m not on birth control.”
“Mmm, do you want to know something?”
Something in his voice has me lifting up on my elbow to see his face better. Cupping his cheek, I turn his face towards me. “You can tell me anything, Sam, even if you think I won’t like it. You can trust me. I’ll always be here for you.”
His eyes soften and warm at my words. “I nearly didn’t,” he admits.
“Why?” I want to know. He hesitates again, then replies in a rush, “Because the thought of you pregnant with our baby is like a dream for me. I know you aren’t ready yet, but eventually that’s where I see us.”
‘Oh, this man,’I think. He doesn’t realise that he’s all I want. He’s all I need.
Bending, I touch my lips to his once, twice, before deepening our kiss. Rolling on my back, he follows. I wrap my arms around him, holding him to me. I whisper, “It’s my dream too. But you’re right. Not just yet. But soon.”
Sam’s smile is beautiful when he answers, “Yeah, baby, soon.”
We’d probably have stayed there if there hadn’t been a knock on Sam’s door and Ben shouting down the passage, “Are you two coming?”
“We’ll be right there, brother,” Sam calls out in warning as the sound of Ben’s footsteps gets closer. “Don’t come down here.”
Immediately, they stop. Ben clears his throat. “Right. Okay. We’ll be waiting outside for you. I’ll let the others know you’ll be a little while.”
I’m chuckling and Sam’s grinning when Ben hustles back to the kitchen. Sam stands up and pulls me up with him, tapping my butt. “Go get cleaned up, baby, and we’ll go for a ride of a different kind.”
“Can’t wait,” I chirp, hurrying towards the shower. I shower and wash off. Going into the bedroom, I get into my leathers. Sam must already be dressed because he’s no longer in the bedroom. Grabbing my boots, I hotfoot it to the lounge. My body is humming, and happiness is flowing through me. I know I’ve got a wide smile on my face, but I can’t help it. I’m happy! So bloody happy!
Putting my boots on, I hurry downstairs and find them all waiting. Alec and Bren are joining us for this ride. They don’t always get the chance with Lexi still being little, but Abby had said she and Bev were babysitting today. Another change is Ellie sitting on Beau’s bike instead of Ben’s. Changes are happening.
“There she is,” Bren calls out, smiling widely. Sam looks up and everything stills at the look on his face. I’ve seen him happy, but never like this. I’m not the only one that’s noticed. Everyone waiting for us has seen the difference. I walk down the stairs, saying, “Sorry to keep you waiting.”
“Don’t apologise to this lot, beautiful,” Sam says, coming towards me and helping me down the last few stairs before walking me to his bike. “Need to get you new leathers,” he mutters, helping me on with my helmet.
“Why?” I ask, confused. There’s nothing wrong with mine. They’re relatively new.
“You mine, baby?” he wants to know.
Nodding, I reply, “If you want me to be.”
“Mhh, you’re mine,” he nods. “Need you in my colours. But first, I have to speak to your dad.”
