Stranger at the beach house (26 page)

“No,
Rose. When do you imagine I have time?” he said. Not the right answer Sam, I
had heard that line from Daniel I screamed inwardly, just staring at him as he
grabbed my arms.

 
“Trust me, Rose. Tomorrow, you will know.
Tomorrow,” he said firmly as I looked up at him, tears welling in my eyes.

“Why
not today? What the hell difference does one day make, Sam, I can’t stand it
anymore. I’ve trusted you and that sounded like you were about to dump me for
someone else. I’ve been there before, please just tell me.” I said, as the
tears came and he pulled me tight, this time I didn’t have the strength to
fight back as I warred internally about what the hell I should do.

He
was stroking my hair and whispering in my ear. “There is no one else, Rose,
only you I promise and I’m a man who keeps my promises; remember. It’s not what
you think, I doubt any of this is what you think,
Baby
,
but I don’t want to tell you here, not today and not now. We need to be at home
and you need to trust me. I’m the same man I was yesterday when we were at my
parents. Nothing has changed,” he said softly as I sighed deeply.

He
wasn’t going to tell me and I knew that and I had two choices. Stay or go. He
wasn’t Daniel. Up until the snippet of a one sided phone call I’d overheard,
I’d had no reason to think that Sam was cheating, there wasn’t a thought that
was further from my mind and the secrets had always been there. I wanted to
believe him.

“One
more day,” I said simply, looking up at him as I pulled away. In twenty four
hours when I was safe at the beach house I would know everything and I could
just about live with that. Any longer and that would be a whole new ball game.

I
forgot about the coffee and headed straight back to the bedroom, sitting on the
carpet at the end of the bed, surrounded by my new clothes and pulled my legs
to my chest, grabbing them tightly, thinking about everything until my brain
hurt and feeling for the second time since we’d got here that I just wanted to
go home.

London
had been a mixed experience. My introduction to Sam’s world had been harder
than I thought. There were his so-called friends, his situation, and now the
uneasy feeling that there was yet something else that I didn’t know about the
man. Then there had been the buying of his winter wardrobe as he spoilt me and
my best friend rotten in the women’s department of Harrods, and the wonderful
trip to meet his parents. I was reeling and confused and startled by the sudden
ringing of my phone that pulled me from my thoughts.

“Hi Lizzie,” I answered, in a tone that exactly matched
my mood and one that she recognised instantly.

 
“What’s the
matter with you, are his parents hideous?” she laughed down the phone as I
smiled. Trust her to think that. She thought Dave’s mother was the anti-Christ,
so in her eyes all parents had that potential.

“No,
it’s this bloody situation, the one I don’t know about and can’t get to the
bottom of.
Sam’s secret life.
He’s been on the phone
non-stop since we got here. It hasn’t really bothered me before but it is now,
Lizzie,” I said and there was a long pause on the phone before she spoke.

“He’ll
tell you soon and you shouldn’t worry, it won’t be anything too bad. It will be
fine, Rose, stop fretting,” she replied and there was something about her
confidence that made me wonder if she knew something I didn’t. No, there was no
way she could. I was just being paranoid. It was my best
friends
big night and here I was wittering on about my issues and I guessed she was
right. I would know soon enough.

“So
are you all set for tonight, Lizzie?” I asked, trying to brighten my voice.

 
“I’m a bit nervous, Rose but I already know
lots of the faces and Sam has some contacts, so I think between us we’ll do OK.
I just wanted to see how you felt about the prospect of seeing Daniel again,”
she said, and I could hear the worry in her voice. Shit, with everything else I
had completely forgotten about that. I hadn’t seen him since he’d turned up
unannounced at the beach house, and the possibility that he might not go
tonight because of his own work situation was too much to hope for.

“I
don’t really know, Lizzie, I hadn’t thought about it. We settled on being
friends so I guess it will be fine. I’ll just be civil and if that doesn’t
work, I’ll avoid him like the plague all night,” I laughed, thinking that might
be my best option anyway.

“OK,
I’ll see you at seven thirty,” she said and I could hear baby
Alfie
crying in the background as she put the phone down,
no doubt rushing off for a feed or a nappy change. I wasn’t sure how she
managed to keep on top of it all.

Sam
appeared in the doorway seconds later, frowning slightly as he looked at me
huddled on the floor and walked slowly over, kneeling down to talk to me. “Are
you OK?” he asked, his face set in concern as I sighed, nodding gently. I
wasn’t, but there was nothing I could about it right now.

“Come
on, jump up,” he said patting the bed behind me as I looked at him. I always
desired him but it seemed strange to be thinking of sex when I felt like this,
I was way too unhappy.

“You
need a massage, Baby, to ease all the tension out of your bones. Lie down and
try to relax,” he said softly as I lay on my front and he started to rub my
aching shoulders with strong smooth hands. I tried to resist, but it was
definitely working and I couldn’t stop the small moan that escaped my lips. He
carried on for a while, working his hands down my spine and at the base of my
back and without question he had definitely done this before.

“It
feels even better if you’re naked,” he whispered behind my ear as I shook my
head against the sheets and he chuckled gently. “I know you’re mad, Baby, and I
won’t do anything you don’t want, I just want to relax you,” he said quietly,
kneading away as I melted into the sheets under the blissful feel of his expert
hands.

“I
want to work on your thighs, but I can’t because of the damn skirt,” he laughed
as I tried to stifle the threatening smile and turned my head to the side.

 
“OK, take it off, but leave my panties on,
there’s no reason those need to come off,” I huffed, burying my head back into
the sheets and smiling out of sight at his low chuckle as he took down the zip
and slowly slid off my skirt.

Oh.
My.
God.
If I thought the skilled fingers on my back
were amazing, the feeling as he
kneaded
my legs was
exquisite, slowly working up and over my calves to the backs of my legs and my
inner thighs. A small moan escaped again before I could stop it. It was sensual
and erotic and...NOT GONNA HAPPEN, my brain slapped my wayward body down as I
opened my legs somewhat involuntarily to allow him better access. This was
divine and I was feeling it right in my core. No. I was still too mad.

I
had to stop myself writhing against the sheets as he moved to my back. A little
squeak of protest popped out and he was chuckling again. “Does it feel nice,
Rose?” he asked, and I could hear the smile in his voice. He knew full well
what he was doing and it wasn’t like any massage I’d ever had before.

 
“Uh huh,” I said in a whisper that was muffled
by the sheets beneath my lips as he lifted my top from the bottom.

“It
feels better when it’s skin on skin, can I just take the top off too?” he
asked, and my body won out as I nodded, lifting my arms above my head as he
pulled it upwards and off me before I had chance to change my mind. The slow
working of his hands was sending me heavenward, relaxed and excited and
extremely turned on.

“Turn
around, Baby,” he said as I flipped onto my front and he straddled me, fully
clothed, working my neck and my shoulders as my whole body shuddered in
delight.

He
covered every inch of skin and by the time he was back to the inside of my
thighs I was desperate for him, watching his movements and his beautiful face
etched in concentration as he massaged me, sometimes gently, other times deep
with always just the right amount of pressure. It was all I could do not to cry
out loud. I wanted him badly but my stubborn side had kicked in and she was a bitch.

“I
think you’re relaxed now, Rose,” he said, a small smile playing on his lips as
he hopped off the bed, watching me closely and it was all I could do not to
punch the sheets in pure unadulterated sexual frustration as I grimaced at him.

“No?”
he laughed as I just glared. He knew full well what he’d done to me and no
doubt knew exactly what I was feeling, but there wasn’t a chance in hell I
would beg him back into this bed right now. I was still way too mad and growing
madder by the second. For the first time in my adult life I was so pent up I
felt like having a tantrum, an actual tantrum, but I reined it in, ignoring his
smirk, rose up from the bed until we were nose to nose and challenged him. I
took a deep breath. I could do this.

“I
think you look
more tense
than me, maybe you need some
relaxation, Mr Lawrence,” I smiled in my black bra and panties, trying to
ignore the incessant pounding between my thighs.

 
He laughed in my face. “I sincerely doubt
that, Baby, you’re practically trembling. But if you think it will help, I’m
game if you are,” he said, undressing and lying face up on the bed.

“What
are you doing?” I snapped as he smirked at me, looking utterly gorgeous with
his flawless skin against those red sheets, a bright smile set against dark stubble
and his eyes challenging me right back.

“I
told you before, I like it skin to skin. I’m hardly going to relax being
massaged in my jeans. So come on then, show me what you’ve got, Rose,” he said
and I was in a hyped up state between pure arousal and absolute frustration as
I straddled across him, trying desperately to keep myself away from the huge
bulge currently imprisoned in his boxer shorts.

I
started with the shoulders, kneading gently and far less expertly than he had.
Having never performed a massage before, my technique was terrible which he
seemed to be trying to tell me with his raised eyebrows.

“Can
you press a bit harder, Rose?” he smirked again as my mouth set in a grim line.
He was doing nothing to make me any less agitated and I decided to give him
what he asked for, digging in as hard as I possibly could.

 
“
Ahhh
fuck,” he cried
out as I started to snigger.

 
“Oh sorry, Sam, don’t you like it quite that
hard?” I said and now it was my turn to smirk.

“Are
you trying to massage me or assault me, Rose?” he asked and I couldn’t help but
laugh, softening my pressure slightly as he pulled me on top of him for a kiss.
I made contact with his erection which he was grinding into me purposefully and
I moaned against his mouth. It took every ounce of effort I had to pull back,
kneeling straight, lifting my crotch which my screeching libido didn’t like one
bit and continue with my crappy massage.

“Tut
tut, Mr Lawrence that’s against the rules. Do you normally kiss your masseuse
that way?” I asked rolling my eyes.

 
“Well that just
depends
what kind of establishment I’m in, Baby,” he said, laughing as I stared at him
aghast, wide eyed and utterly gobsmacked. If he thought that was the way to get
me to drop my panties today he was entirely wrong.

“Oh
fuck this,” he said grinning, before he sat up and somehow flipped me
underneath him, pinning me to the bed with his weight and grinding his erection
against me mercilessly. My resolve was at an all time low and I wanted him more
than ever.

“I’m
still mad, Sam,” I shouted at him as he devoured my mouth in a kiss so brutal
and possessive it removed any bit of fight I had left, before he pulled away
leaving me gasping and panting for more.

“I
want to fuck you when you’re mad, Baby. You won’t be by the time I’ve
finished,” he smiled and right now, despite my annoyance it was really all I
wanted.

 
“Fine, but I wouldn’t bet on it,” I said,
gasping the last bit as he pulled down his underwear and my panties to one side
and thrust into me with such force it knocked the breath from my body. “Oh
fuck,” I screamed and it was the only encouragement he needed.

He
was as needful as I was, powerful and deep and not giving me a chance to adjust
as he pounded into me again and again as I pulled him nearer, deeper until he
was hitting the end of me with every carnal thrust and I was crying out against
him, relishing the feel of his weight on my body, the sweat on his skin and the
steel hardness of his cock as he powered into me.

“You
are so fucking tight, so perfect,” he cursed against my ear, filling me, my
nerves igniting in a blistering exquisite heat, my muscles clenching tightly
around his perfect form, drowning in desire and pure exquisite ecstasy.

I
was already on the verge, wrapping my legs around him and meeting his thrusts
as he pushed my head up to meet his, crushing my lips with a dominant kiss that
saw me unravel against him, my body exploding with formidable force, releasing
the pleasure, the emotion, the anger and the aggression as wave after wave consumed
my being, engulfing my senses and Sam cried out. “Fuck, Baby yes,” he shouted
as he emptied himself inside me.