Page 73 of Something Good
“I don’t think I could hide what you do to me even if I wanted to.” His eyes flashed to my crotch, where my dick strained against the fabric of the overly tight sweats I’d borrowed. When his eyes met mine again, the chocolate-brown of his irises was nearly black with lust. I knew that look. I was sure it matched my own.
“You can’t say things like that to me. It’s taking every bit of self-control not to come over there…”
There were other places I needed to be this morning, and there were a million reasons why this was a terrible idea, but I’d spent the night wrapped in his arms with his body pressed against mine. In that moment, all my focus was centered on how much I wanted him. “I don’t want you to hold back. Come over here and take what you want.”
He crossed the room in three long strides, slamming his mouth onto mine as he continued pushing me until my back hit the wall. His kiss was relentless—an assault—in the best way. I groaned into his mouth, hungry for more. We grappled with each other, each fighting for dominance. The aggression was a massive turn-on. I thought I might come from that alone. All the hot skin of his chest, still damp from his shower and pressed against mine, made me groan again. Feeling him against me like this was ecstasy.
He yanked my sweats down, his towel falling to the floor with them. I looked down at his cock, and it was just as beautiful as I remembered, long and pink, with the head a little darker, the color of fresh raspberries. He licked his palm, then took both of us in hand and started stroking, my eyes rolling back in my head.
Pleasure coursed through me as he stroked fast and furious. I buried my hands in the strands of his still-damp hair and took his mouth again, our teeth clacking together in a sloppy kiss. The sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with needy moans echoed around the room as Sammy jerked us at a near-frantic pace.
Sparks ignited beneath my skin and along my spine as my balls drew up tight, ready to unload. He grunted in time with his strokes, the pitch of his moans rising as he chased our release. He made a guttural sound into my mouth, and then I felt slick heat against my belly as he painted me with his cum. My hips dipped and my knees nearly gave out as I painted his abdomen in return.
“Fuck,” he panted with his forehead pressed against mine. “That was…”
“Yeah,” I said between breaths. “Same.”
Goldie emitted a low whine, and we both turned to look at her lying on the rug next to the bed. I’d completely forgotten she was here. “I need to feed her.”
“Come on.” He gave me a quick kiss. “Let’s get cleaned up.”
I madequick use of the shower, trying not to overthink what had just happened between us. I still had unanswered questions about the way things had gone down between us all those years ago, but I didn’t want to think about the things that had happened before. I wanted to focus on the here and now and bask in the pleasure of an early-morning orgasm given to me by a guy who’d looked at me withwantin his eyes, as if he’d die if he didn’t have me.
While Sammy used the shower again, I called into work, filling them in on the situation and letting them know I would be there as soon as I could. With both of us dressed in our clothes from the previous day, we hopped into Sammy’s car and headed down the road to my truck.
Sammy helped me put on the spare tire, then gave me directions to Julio’s shop, saying he was going to make a quick stop and then meet me there. I insisted that wasn’t necessary and I could take care of it on my own, but he wasn’t hearing any of it.
I arrived at the shop around nine-thirty and walked up to the counter where a man who looked to be in his fifties had a phone to his ear while he looked at a computer screen. His long, ebony hair was pulled back at his nape and he spoke with the faintest hint of a Spanish accent. The sleeves of his work shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing a snake tattoo that coiled around his arm and all the way down to the tip of his pinky. Even if the name tag on his shirt hadn’t readJulio, I’d have known it was him simply for his resemblance to my memory of Rafi.
I still didn’t have a full grasp on all the ins and outs of Sammy’s relationship with Julio and the Salgado family, but I knew this man was important to him. And while I’d known there was a possibility I’d meet Julio today, the reality of actually meeting him sent butterflies fluttering through my belly. It shouldn’t have mattered. But somehow, it did.
Julio hung up the phone and turned to me with a gentle smile. Though there wasn’t a physical resemblance, something about his demeanor reminded me of Jason. “You must be Will. Sammy called to let me know you were heading in.”
I nodded. “Got a flat last night heading out of Astaire. Sammy wouldn’t let me take it to the shop in Astaire. He insisted I come here.”
He nodded, though I thought his shoulders straightened with pride. “We should be able to get you fixed up. Give us an hour.”
“Thanks. I appreciate it. Is it alright if my dog hangs out in the waiting room with me?”
At a rustling behind me, we both turned as Sammy walked through the door with a plastic grocery sack in one hand and a small bag of kibble in the other. Goldie, who’d been sitting at my feet, made a beeline for Sammy, tail wagging happily.
“You bought food for my dog?” As I approached, Sammy pulled a bowl from the grocery sack, ripped open the kibble, and poured some out.
He shrugged as if this was an everyday sort of errand. “I knew you’d worry about it.” He scrubbed his hands up and down Goldie’s back while she chomped away at the food in her bowl. I didn’t know what to say. He’d taken care of my dog.
He’d taken care of my dog.
I stood there watching them, completely stunned by such a thoughtful act. But then, I shouldn’t have been surprised. He’d always been a caretaker, looking after other people’s needs before his own.
It hit me then, in that moment, why he’d done it. Why he’d broken up with me. I think I’d always known on a surface level, but suddenly, I realized it ran so much deeper to the core of who he was.I was setting you free. The breakup had been his way of looking out for me. He had been protecting me from himself. Which was so fucking stupid and unnecessary, but he wouldn’t have seen it that way. He would have taken it upon himself to do what he thought was best, and in his mind, that would have meant putting my needs ahead of his own.
Goddammit.
I’d been too selfish, too heartbroken and stuck in my own shit to see it. He’d sacrificed himself for me.
He looked up at me with the brightest smile. It was almost shy and definitely sweet. Pure joy. Goldie had that effect on everyone she met, but on Sammy, a smile like that blew through me like a hurricane, leaving me winded and breathless.
It took me a moment to find my voice. “You said you had a flexible schedule today. Do you think you could stick around Brinkley for an hour while they replace my tires?”
