Catching Sam: Book 2 of 5: The MacDonald Brothers by Emily Matthews (free novels .TXT) 📕

he said. “You’re all clean, and I’m covered in sunscreen, sweat, and sand. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. You’re fine. Stay,” she urged. Regardless, he excused himself, grabbed his bag, and rushed to the bathroom. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move,” he hollered just before shutting the door.

She crawled under the covers to wait, impatiently. The noise of the shower running mixed with the waves and the whirling of the fans made for a lazy lullaby. She fought to stay awake but could tell it was a losing battle.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Sam came out of the bathroom to find Annie curled up under the covers, snoring softly. She looked so sweet.

He chuckled. Not the way he’d planned for the night to end, but things rarely went as planned when it came to Annie. She’d had him guessing from the moment they met.

He dropped his towel and tried to slide in quietly next to her.

“Sam?” She stirred and reached for him.

Wordlessly, he wrapped her up in his arms, thinking she’d fall right back to sleep. Instead, she climbed on top of him and started kissing him senseless while rubbing her crotch on his. His dick stiffened instantly.

“I thought you were asleep,” he murmured between kisses.

“Just resting up. Did you want to go to sleep?” She started kissing down his neck.

“Maybe tomorrow. Simon’s ready to go…May as well take advantage. But only if you want to,” he clarified. “I can stop anytime.”

“Simon?” She stopped what she was doing to look down at him.

“Oh, um, you know…,” he trailed off, embarrassed.

“Is that what you named your stuff?” She laughed. “As in, ‘Simon says’?”

“Well, it started out that way,” he responded defensively. “It was funny in college, but I mean, he’s a lot more mature now. He doesn’t like to be laughed at either.”

She looked down and said sincerely, “Sorry, Simon.”

“Let’s see if he’s still got it. Simon says, take that shirt off.” God, he wanted that shirt off her.

She sat up, straddling him, and slowly, way too slowly, grabbed an end of the T-shirt with each hand and pulled it over her head, tossing it to the side of the bed. Two perfect, beautiful breasts glowed in the candlelight, and he moaned in appreciation. He did a half sit-up and took a nipple into his mouth, fondling the other with his hand. She eagerly arched into him.

“Annie, if you’re going to want to stop, you need to warn me now.”

“I don’t want to stop, Sam. Make love to me.”

In response, he rolled her onto her back and slowly removed her panties. She was laid out naked in front of him, her eyes locked on his. He began kissing her stomach and made his way up to her mouth. She kissed him urgently.

“Get in me, Sam. Please.” She wrapped a leg around his waist.

“Hold on, I’ve got to get a condom,” he said, cursing the fact that he hadn’t thought of that before coming to bed.

“I’m on birth control and clean as a whistle. If you’re clean too, let’s skip it. I trust you.”

Alarm bells went off. Sex without a condom? Not a good idea, Sam. She trusted him, but did he trust her? Enough to have unprotected sex with her? After a quick mental debate, during which she was stroking him, moaning, and basically begging him to fuck her, he unconsciously turned the decision over to Simon, who had already decided.

He plunged into her, and she gasped.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, oh, yes.”

He pulled out and pushed into her again. Without a condom, he could feel every bit of her soft wetness. She was tight and smooth and so damn impatient. She alternated between moaning demands and panting encouragement.

He fucked her mindlessly. His only focus was on release, and he pumped harder and faster until he got there. Afterward, he collapsed onto her, spent.

When he finally came to his senses, he realized he was probably suffocating her. He rolled to his side.

Reality began to set in. He’d just had sex without protection. Was this a sign he was becoming more trusting? Or more stupid? Had he just made a horrible, possibly life-altering mistake? He didn’t have time to analyze it right now.

“Annie, I’m sorry. I don’t normally lose control like that. I didn’t even make sure you came first.” He dropped his head to the pillow. It seemed too heavy to hold up. “I can’t believe I lost my mind like that.”

She rolled onto her side so she faced him. “Sam, I guess you didn’t notice, but I did come. And watching you lose control like that was hot. Super hot. I don’t have much experience with sex. Is it usually so intense?”

He closed his eyes. “No. We have extraordinary chemistry that I’ve never felt before. You make me crazy, Annie. Crazy with wanting you. It was totally reckless and stupid to have sex without a condom, but I’m lying here, right now, ready to do it again.”

“You’re ready again? Already?” She was flabbergasted.

“No. No, not quite. I meant that figuratively.” He took her in his arms. “I’m not Superman.”

She held on tight, stroking his back until he drifted off.

They woke and made love twice more during the night and again in the morning. Then again in the shower. She was insatiable, and he loved it.

Pika came in the morning, helped them with their bags, and drove them to the resort lobby. Annie was walking gingerly and grimaced when she got out of the golf cart.

“Oh, my God. Did I hurt you last night?” Sam asked, mortified.

“No. Well, maybe a little, but in a hurt-so-good kind of way,” she added quickly. She leaned in to whisper. “I’m not used to so much sex, Sam. It’s been awhile, and, ah, you’re pretty well endowed, if you know what I mean.” She tried to waggle her eyebrows but failed miserably.

“Oh, honey. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. It was the most amazing night of my life!” she exclaimed. “It’s not that I’m hurt so much as just a little sore.” She