Taking Chances (The Chances and Choices Duology - Book 1 of 2 - Contemporary Romance) (11 page)

“So?” Sam prompted me again.

“I think Seth and I are done, but I still can’t
sleep with you,” I finally answered him.

“Why not?” Sam seemed genuinely perplexed.

“Because you’re his brother. You’re his TWIN
brother. It’s not right. It wouldn’t be fair to Seth, and it’s
kinda
creepy.”

“Creepy? From the taste of you that I had that
night in the bathroom, I can tell that our sex life will be a lot of things,
but creepy is not one of them. I can promise you that.”

I was annoyed that he referred to “our sex life”
as if it were a given, but my body was not annoyed. My body was utterly turned
on, and it wanted me to pull Sam into this tub with me.

I shifted to answer him and realized that he was
openly staring at my bathwater. When I followed his gaze, I saw that my bubbles
were nearly gone and he was getting an eyeful of my underwater naked peep show.
I quickly moved my arms to cover private parts and glared at him. “Out!”

He chuckled, but got up. He went to the sink and
retrieved the towel, then walked back to the tub and held it open for me.

“Not happening.” I glared up at him.

“You can’t blame a guy for trying.” He laid the
towel on the side of the tub for me and grabbed my wet clothes, before leaving
with Miss Dixie loping slowly behind him.

I let out a deep breath once he was gone.
How am I going to make it through an entire
night with that infuriating, annoying, sexy man?
I wondered.

Once I dried off, I donned the soft, black shirt
and sweatpants that he had brought for me. The clothes were baggy and warm and
they smelled fabulous. The scent was pure Sam, and I wondered briefly if I
would be able to keep them as a little souvenir of this adventure.
Contemplating stealing just to have a piece
of him?
I shook my head over where my thoughts had gone.

Nothing
good can possibly come from sleeping with Sam,
I reminded myself.
Well, other than the night of hot,
passionate, mind-blowing sex.

I decided that I needed to list off all of the
reasons not to have sex with Sam as reminders to myself in case I was tempted
to give in to my lusty body’s demand later tonight.
Okay, the elephant in the room is that he’s Seth’s brother, and that’s
just icky and wrong. That should be enough reason to steer clear of him right
there.

As if that
weren’t enough, he treats women like objects. He doesn’t care about me. He’s
probably only interested me as some screwed up way to compete with Seth.
The self-conscious side
of me began to rear its ugly head.
Besides,
I’m not nearly as pretty as the women he’s usually with. I’d probably
disappoint him sexually.

I ticked off the problems with fooling around
with Sam in my head and resolved to remember them even if temptation struck.
Okay,
when
temptation struck.

“I can do this.” I gave myself a pep talk.
“Don’t give in. He’s not right for me.” I ran through my reminders verbally,
since I didn’t have my Post-it notes to put on the mirror.

“You okay in there?” Sam knocked lightly on the
door. “Sounds like you’re talking to yourself.”

I was mortified that he had heard me. “I’m fine.
You must be hearing things.” I lamely tried to put the blame back on him.

I quickly went through my reminders once more, silently
this time, before hopping on my good foot over to open the door. He looked as
handsome as ever, but I had renewed my conviction to ignore how attracted I was
to him, and I was determined not to give in to the undeniable, magnetic pull I
felt towards him.

He made that difficult by bending down and
swooping me into his arms. “What are you doing?” I asked shrilly.

“I’m taking you downstairs. Unless you’d rather
hop on one foot or slide down the steps on that fabulous ass?”

“This will be fine. Thank you.” I turned away
from him as I said it, keeping my face a mask of indifference and ignoring the
five-alarm fire that was burning inside me from being cradled in his arms.

When he deposited me on the deep, brown leather
couch, I fussed with the quilt to hide the shakiness I was experiencing from
being so close to him. He gently placed my injured ankle up on the pillow of
the couch, telling me it was a good idea to keep it elevated.

Once I was all situated, he smiled down at me,
then lifted the blanket and plopped down right next to me, pulling the cover
over both of us. “This isn’t what I had in mind,” I grouched.

“It’s exactly what I had in mind.” He responded,
sighing with pleasure as he reached behind us for the television remote. I
didn’t see the television, but he pushed a button and a huge flat screen
lowered from the ceiling in front of the massive stone fireplace.

Miss Dixie decided that she needed to cuddle
too, so she climbed up on the couch and plopped down on Sam’s feet and my
non-elevated foot. Surprisingly, even as big as she was, her weight wasn’t
uncomfortable.

Before long, I was warm and snuggly. Sam started
a romantic comedy movie from the ‘New Releases’ section of his On-Demand
library, but I wasn’t paying attention to it. All I could think about was how
near he was, how comfortable it was to lie beside him and how I hoped he would
touch my girly bits soon.

His breathing settled into a regular rhythm, and
I could tell he had fallen asleep.
How
could he sleep when I was so worked up? Men
!?!

I couldn’t focus on the movie that was playing.
My mind was completely preoccupied with my proximity to Sam. He and his dog
were sprawled across me as if they owned me, and it was nice. No, it was way
beyond nice. It was fantastic and warm and comfortable.

My hands were itching to touch him. I could
easily reach under his shirt and run my hands over his chest and belly. Maybe I
could even do it without waking him.

What if he did awaken, though? I wasn’t prepared
to deal with the idea of sleeping with Seth’s brother. Unfortunately, my Jiminy
Cricket-like conscience didn’t seem to be willing to let this one slide, but my
body simply wasn’t listening.

My nipples were erect and swollen. I didn’t
remember them ever being this taut for this long. They were achy and needed to
be touched. I shifted slowly and carefully to lightly rub my breast along his
arm. I wanted more, much more, but I didn’t dare.

My legs were spread apart, since my ankle was
elevated on the back of the couch. I could feel wetness at my core. One of
Sam’s legs was sprawled across my leg that remained down. I moved slightly to
the left to bring the weight of his leg closer to the pulsing need at my
center.

I was so tightly wound and turned on that if he
moved his leg another inch, I was sure I would come.
How did I go from being unable to orgasm to flying over the edge with a
fully clothed man’s leg near my vagina?

This attraction I had to Sam was not logical. My
body was humming with excitement at his nearness. I was contemplating another
stealth move, when I noticed that his breathing had changed. It was no longer
the deep, regular breaths of sleep.

I froze, wondering if he had felt me trying to
use his body to satiate my need. I didn’t have to wonder long.

“Trying to take advantage of me in my sleep?”

“Don’t be absurd.” I answered automatically.

He shifted to his side and I felt his erection
at my hip. Before I could cover my reaction, I gulped in a breath and closed my
eyes, relishing the feel of him against me. I released the air shakily.

“I can tell that you want me, and I have wanted
you since I first laid eyes on you,” Sam murmured in my ear. “Say the word, and
I’ll scratch that itch for you.”

He gently bit my earlobe and I felt it all the
way down my spine. I shook my head, trying to be strong and resist him. He ran
a hand up the shirt I had borrowed from him and hovered over my breast. I
arched my back, yearning for him to touch me.

His fingers were so close that I could feel
their warmth, but he didn’t touch my skin. He looked directly in my eyes, “Say
the word, Abby.”

I reached out to smooth my hand under his shirt,
but he used his free hand to stop me. He pinned down my errant hand over my
head. Somehow, his achingly close fingers never touched my breast, even though
my nipple was puckering out towards him.

He lowered his face to mine and brushed a
whisper of a kiss across my cheek. “Say it,” he demanded once more.

I had known this was inevitable since I’d first
felt this insane attraction to him. I just hadn’t been willing to admit it. I
thought about trying to deny him, but knew that I just wasn’t capable of it.
Having him so close, teasing me was more than my sexually charged body could
take.

I decided to completely let go of my inhibitions
and doubts, for the first time in my life. I was just going to savor the pure
pleasure of hot, dirty, mind-blowing sex. My body was already completely turned
on, desperate for him to touch me. All I had to do was tune out the worries and
negative self-talk, and enjoy the oblivion brought on by all-consuming sexual
desire.

I had the pleasure of seeing the flicker of
surprise in his eyes when I looked directly at him and croaked the word. “Yes.”

His pupils dilated noticeably, but he held back
to confirm once more. “Yes? You’re sure?”

“Yes. I want you.” I said it confidently this
time. He rewarded my positive response with a dazzling, crooked grin.
 
Then he lowered his head to run his lips
and tongue behind my ear.

I was desperate to touch his skin, but he still
had one of my arms pinned. I used my free hand to raise his shirt and shuddered
with pleasure as I smoothed my palm up his defined abs. I smiled when I felt
his nipples harden as I grazed over them.

I continued my exploration of his skin with my
free hand. It found its way around to his back, then down toward his rear. He
sucked in a breath when I slid my hand under his jeans and cupped his bare butt
cheek. With his buttock firmly in my grasp, I yanked my hand forward, pulling
him into me. His thick cock ground into my side.

“We have way too many clothes on.” He murmured
the words at my ear. “I want you naked now.”

He didn’t have to ask me twice. I fumbled with
getting his shirt off, so he released my pinned hand. I quickly moved to relieve
him of his jeans, popping open the buttons at his fly. Since he wasn’t wearing
underwear, the tip of his cock peeked out at me. As I undid each button, more
of it’s fabulous length was revealed to me. When I tried to ease his pants
down, he stood to make the job easier, and I had the pleasure of seeing his
entire glorious, naked body.

His massive erection stood at attention, poking
out towards me. I was aching to touch it, but my hands were occupied as Sam
bent to lift the borrowed shirt over my head.
 

He gazed at my bare breasts before bending to
swirl a tongue around each one. I arched my back, craving more. He took
advantage of my position to swoop the sweatpants down and off me.

He had taken my panties along with my other wet
clothes. So, I was completely nude. I felt slightly self-conscious at his slow
perusal of my body. My angst quickly disappeared at his joyful look when he
cupped a hand over me and said, “A landing strip to guide me home.”

I smiled at the obvious pleasure in his voice. I
would have to thank Courtney for insisting that I go with her to that
ridiculous waxing salon. I had cursed her loudly when they ripped off the wax
strips along with most of my pubic hair. In fact, it had been so painful that I
had maintained the barely-there look with trimming scissors and hair removal
cream just to ensure that I never had to go back to that awful place ever
again.

Sam seemed to be a big fan of the look, though.
In fact, his penis looked like it had grown even larger, though I didn’t see
how that was possible.

He sat beside me rubbing his palm up and down my
landing strip before plunging a finger inside me. I threw my head back and
gulped in a deep breath.

Something about this man drove me absolutely
wild. I was dripping wet with anticipation and almost came just thinking about
him climbing on me and replacing his finger with his dick.

He stretched the length of his naked body along
mine, while circling his fingers at my core. I used the opportunity while he
was shifting to take his massive cock into my hands. I stroked up and down the
length of him until he was panting with need.

My legs were spread wide as his fingers massaged
me. I was hot and ready and didn’t want to wait any longer. So, I reached down
with one hand to gently cup his balls, while I used my other hand to guide him
inside me.

That was all the invitation Sam needed as he
rolled on top and plunged deep inside me. He froze there enjoying the moment. I
wrapped my arms and legs around him anxious for release.

He didn’t move and I could see his jaw clenching
with the effort of it. I wiggled my hips trying to entice him to ride me, hard.
He grabbed both of my arms and held them with one hand over my head, then he
whispered in my ear, “Try not to move, Baby. I want to savor being inside you
for the first time.”

I tried to stay still, but it was so difficult
as he dropped kisses along my neck and nuzzled my ear. The full feeling of
having him inside me made me desperate to move. I tried a couple of times to
grind against him, but he used more of his weight to hold me still.

When he used his free hand to tease my nipple, I
let out a pathetic mewling sound and tried to arch against him once more.
 
It was more than I could handle when he
nipped my shoulder with his teeth. My body began to spasm out of control and I
came violently, gasping for air.

He let out a loud groan and released while I
pulsed around him. “Oh,
Ab
!”

He stayed inside me, and I enjoyed the full,
heavy feeling having him there. It had been the most intense sexual encounter I
had ever experienced, and we had barely even moved.

He lifted his head to ask, “I didn’t hurt your
ankle, did I?”

“Nothing on me hurts right now.” I chuckled at
my honest answer. My whole body felt fantastic.

We stayed connected like that for a long while,
and I relished the dead weight feeling of him on me. Then it was almost as if
an invisible wall went up between us. I could feel the cool change in his
demeanor and his distance, even though he was still inside me.

When he spoke, his words shocked and enraged me.
“My brother’s sloppy seconds aren’t usually my style, but this time it worked
out quite well.”

I was so appalled that I couldn’t even see
straight.
How could he have said such a
hurtful, horrible thing?
I was furious, and I lashed out at him in the only
way that I could in our current position. “You Bastard!” I ground the words out
through clenched teeth, and then I smacked his bare ass. Hard.

His penis hardened inside me instantly.