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

so much easier with two people,” she said, throwing half of the sheet his direction. “Thanks.”

They quickly and silently made the bed. She wondered if he was thinking what she was thinking. Once the last pillow was put in place and everything was neat and tidy, she looked at him and knew right away he was thinking what she’d been thinking.

“I hate to mess up your nicely made bed,” he said, striding to her with purpose.

“Fuck that,” she said as she met him halfway and fell into his arms.

Mouths met, and the fireworks began again. Would every time with him be like this? They made out like teenagers, falling onto the bed and each other. They fumbled around until deciding there were too many clothes in the way.

He stood and helped her off the bed. He pulled her shirt over her head and unhooked her bra. She let it slide to the floor as he stared openly at her breasts.

“Your turn,” she said as she tugged at his shirt. He was too tall for her to get it over his head without breaking his neck, but he helped, and soon she was staring at his magnificent chest. Broad shoulders, lean torso, and well-defined biceps. She touched him tentatively, starting at his shoulders and working her way down. She ran her fingers through the fine blond hair on his chest, and he tensed.

“Yes,” he said. “My turn.” He put his hands on her shoulders and ran his hands down her arms, grabbing her hands and putting them around his neck. Then, he wrapped his hands around her waist and slowly, tortuously, inched them upward. He cupped her breasts and rubbed her nipples, which were hard and wanting. She couldn’t hold in a moan. He kissed her then, still playing with her breasts.

She moved to undo the button on his pants, and he didn’t stop her. They slowly undressed each other. He grabbed a condom from his wallet and laid it on the bed.

“You gonna take your watch off?” he asked, removing his own.

“I’m good,” she said. Now was definitely not the time to have to tell him about the tattoo under her watch.

He sat on the end of the bed and crooked his finger at her. “Come here.”

She stood in front of him, naked and self-conscious, half tempted to cover herself, but before she could, he pulled her toward him. He was hard and long and glorious.

“Climb on,” he demanded. She straddled him, and he latched onto her breast, hugging her to him, sucking hard.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, tipping her head back and rocking into him as he eased a finger into her and then two. He played with her, using his fingers until she couldn’t take anymore. She bent to grab the condom, opened it, and covered him. He watched as she positioned him to enter her and then kept watching as she slowly took him in, inch by inch.

She moved back and forth, a little faster with each thrust. She looked into his eyes and saw how much self-control he was exerting to hold still and let her have her way with him.

“Sam,” she whispered. “You can take over if you want.”

The next thing she knew, she was on her back, and he was pumping into her hard and fast. She met each thrust with a gasp. He was so powerful and strong. The orgasm hit like a train, and she let out a long, loud moan just before he did the same. He collapsed on her.

They were both breathing heavily, sweaty bodies stuck together. His weight pinned her to the bed and felt wonderful.

He caught his breath and rolled off her, groaning. “Be right back,” he said before kissing her and then heading to the bathroom. She quickly got up and turned off the lights, surprised she hadn’t done so earlier. The light from the hallway meant the room wasn’t completely dark. She got under the covers and waited, wondering if he’d come back to bed or get dressed and leave.

He came out with a grin the size of Texas. “That was incredible, Annie,” he said sincerely.

She couldn’t help but smile. “Uh, yeah,” she agreed.

He looked around as if to say, Should I stay, or should I go?

“You’re welcome to stay, Sam, but I understand if you want to go.”

He was already on his way to the bed before she finished the sentence. He climbed in beside her and pulled her into his arms.

“I have to warn you,” she said. “I’ve hardly slept at all the last couple of nights, and I may crash hard. Translated, that means I might snore.”

“Well, you know what they say? Warts and all.” He chuckled.

He was so warm and strong. She’d gotten used to sleeping alone and wasn’t sure she’d be able to sleep with him in her bed, but she woke the next morning, groggy and with a taste in her mouth that let her know she’d slept long and hard and probably with her mouth wide open. Yikes.

She was alone in the bed. Sam’s clothes were gone. Her watch said it was nine o’clock. She thought about going to look for him, but instead, rolled over and went back to sleep.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

“Damn! Nice shot, man,” Jake panted, catching the racquetball after it bounced off the back wall because he’d failed to hit it. “You’re playing hard today, bro. What’s up?”

“You’re getting your ass whooped by an old man, dude. How’s that feel?” Sam taunted. Usually, their games were fun and friendly, but this morning, he was in the mood to kick a little ass.

“You’re like three years older than me. That’s hardly an old man. And why so smiley?” He stopped and held the ball. “Look at me,” he demanded.

“What?”

“Well, shit. You got laid,” Jake exclaimed. “Details. Now.”

“Forget it,” Sam scoffed. “Serve.”

“Oh my God. You didn’t deny it. I was right. Well, what’s her name at least?”

“Are we gonna play or gossip like a couple of teenage girls?”

Jake