True North Book 3 - Finding Now Kate and Sam (24 page)

“No! Please forgive me,” I cried.

“I’d love to, but I already did. It’ll have to be another minute before I taste your delectable clit.”

I moaned at the thought. I felt the length of the seconds tick by slowly as Sam laid stripes down my thighs and lapped up the sweet confection. He was killing me! Who knew one minute could be so torturously long? After the minute was up he dove over the begging little bundle between my legs. He licked and sucked, purring that I tasted so sweet and so perfect, making me scream when a powerful orgasm rocked through me, breaking me apart under his tongue.

While I was still pulsing and throbbing from his handiwork, I waited deliriously, knowing his gorgeous cock was to be next. But then I felt his arms come beneath my head and legs, lifting me from the bike.

“No, please don’t stop!” I pleaded. “Why are you stopping? I obeyed!” I wanted and needed the fullness of my reward!

A second later, I felt my body being lowered and laid across a couch. But my mind screamed. This wasn’t a couch! I could sense the tight, confined space around me. I was in the back seat of his Charger.

Sam’s body was over mine in a flash. I felt his face directly above mine. “Shh … you’re okay.”

“I’m going to panic.” I could feel the squeezing of my lungs.

“No, you’re not. This is my car and you’re safe here with me. Do you believe you’re safe here with me?”

Tears rolled out of my eyes and into the silk that blinded me from my
biggest
fear.

“I need you to breathe,” he reminded me.

When he said it I realized I’d been holding my breath. On cue, I filled my lungs.

“That’s my beautiful, sexy woman.” He rubbed his dick against my opening while he stroked my hair back with his other hand. “I’m right here on top of you. Do you feel me?”

I nodded as I took in a quivering gulp of oxygen.

“You know I love you more than anything.”

More than anything,
I repeated in my head.

My heart was palpitating in my chest with the harsh anxiety as it mixed with the pleading, wanting sensations that still encapsulated the rest of my body.

“You need me to satisfy you now. Your body is mine, and here between your legs you’re wet and begging me to take you. I’m going to enter you, Jolie.”

I nodded. I knew he was deliberately not saying the name Kate. Not here, not yet. I felt his head open me before he speared into me feverishly. I was distracted, too, with the knowledge that he had been dying to join our bodies as badly as I’d been.

In a moment, Sam lifted my leg to rest my calf against his shoulder. He pounded his hot, veined length through my luxurious velvet.

He groaned, driven desperate by his own actions. I couldn’t take anymore, as I ripped the blindfold away from my eyes and dropped it to the floor of the backseat.

“Keep your eyes on me.” His voice was stern and demanding.

But my head still began to fall to the side to see the shape of the dashboard and steering wheel.

He tilted my hips and plunged himself into me, deep and hard, hitting that most coveted spot inside of me before he stilled, causing me to cry out again and successfully bringing my attention back to him.

“I want your eyes on mine.” He anchored my face with his strong hand. “I’m going to make you come again, right here. Can you feel it building?”

“Yes.”

“I can feel you quivering around me. Oh, you feel so perfect.” He spoke in my face, not letting me move my head, and creating a rush of sensations that took complete possession of me. “Come with me over that edge.”

Both of us lost ourselves in ecstasy and elation, yowling with passion and surrender to one another.

A few minutes later he said, “Open your eyes slowly, Kate, and remember you’re okay.”

I was in a car.
I WAS IN A CAR!

My breath was calm now after the amalgamation of my intense orgasms and the suggestion of a panic attack. Letting my eyes open, the first thing I saw was Sam watching me carefully. He smiled at me, but it didn’t reach his eyes. I knew he was concerned now about the ramifications of this sexual adventure he had obviously planned out. He’d taken a big risk.

“I’m okay,” I assured him. And surprisingly, I was. He had distracted me so utterly and completely, that the climatic energy swallowed up the panic. “So, hot sex on a motorcycle
and
in the back of your muscle car. I feel very special.”

Sam sighed in relief, and now the smile flashed through his warm, dark eyes. He kissed me tenderly before backing off a little.

It’d been over six years. But I wasn’t gasping for air or reaching for a pill. I was with Sam and we were good. The best thing I could think to do was to not make this into a big deal or overthink it. I made a conscious decision that I wasn’t going to think of the old memories, but I was going to allow the new one that Sam and I had just made to permeate my senses alone.

“That spreadable chocolate was wonderful. I can’t wait to use it on you.” I stroked the hard muscle of his arms, concentrating on the strength of him enveloping me.

“Kama Sutra chocolate body paints. I found them the other day when I was surfing Amazon for some sexy playthings for us and thought they’d be a great starter.” He kissed me again. “It glided across your hot skin nice and smoothly.”

I smiled. “I’m ready to sit up.”

“Okay,” he looked like he was trying to be relaxed, but he wasn’t.

Leaning back against the cool leather I sighed. “She really is a beautiful car.”

“Yeah, you look perfect inside her, naked like you are.”

We both laughed, easing the tension.

“I’m sitting in a car,” I marveled.

“Yes, you are.” He sounded pleased with himself, and with me.

“You took a quite a risk.”

“Yes, I did.” Now he sounded a little unsure again.

“It was very clever,” I said. “Quite an ingenious way to get me into the vehicle.”

“Are you upset with me?”

I shook my head and answered, “One of these days I’m going to do something special and mind-blowing for you.”

“You’ve already done so much more than you know,” he whispered into my hair.

Sam leaned over the front seat to grab a blanket he’d set there and pulled it over us. I laid my head on his shoulder and we sat in the stillness and simply were.

Century Field was covered in dirt. Sam and I took our seats in the stands.

“That’s him in the black and green, with the yellow Rock Star endorsement.” Sam pointed as the riders took their place. “He’s only here for the weekend before heading to San Deigo for another competition.”

“Is he still playing with you tonight at Fenix?” I asked.

Sam nodded excitedly. I think Sam and Will had been pretty much joined at the hip their entire lives up until this point. When Sam talked about Will going into full time pro sports, he sounded so proud, but he also sounded a little sad. From our discussions I could tell he really would’ve liked it if Will had chosen music with him. He’d confided that he’d always hoped that, if the music took off, Will would’ve been by his side on drums, and that it had been a pretty huge shock when Will decided not to do music or school at all. I had a feeling the only reason Sam continued in his master’s program was not because he felt that he needed it for his career, but because he didn’t know what he wanted to do now the most, causing Mr. Riding-on-the-Edge-of-Death-Defying-Cliffs to choose a safe direction for a while so he could think.

“Here they go!” Sam’s voice blurted right before the starting horn. He cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, “GO, NORTH!”

The gate the bikers were waiting behind dropped to the ground and the group of them took to the course, which was riddled with mounds and ripples of dirt and sand obstacles. Twenty of them raced over the rough and dangerous terrain. They were so crammed up that on the first turn almost half of them collided and were down. As the fallen riders scrambled to get back on their bikes, the ones who had made it through broke away and competed fiercely, racing over the snaking, twisting route.

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed. Will was like a freaking hawk! His bike would scale a mound, and a moment later he’d be in the air, soaring, flying, seemingly without gravity. He made it appear effortless.

But it was rough; some of the riders who’d collided had the medical crews carrying them away.

Sam said the riders really had to feel and know their bikes and ride aggressively to succeed. After a particularly harrowing vault through the air, it was so questionable that Will would land safely that I gasped and covered my mouth with my hands.

Sam laughed at my response. “You should see it when he competes at the X Games on the freestyle whips,” he said. “It’s un-fucking-believable! I thought our mom was going to die the first time she watched him.”

I could believe that.

By the end of the race, Will had come in second place.

“So
this
is Professor Jolie.” Will smiled but it almost had a hint of malice in it.

“Did I do something?” I asked, unsure if there was inside info I hadn’t been debriefed on.

Sam slugged Will hard in the shoulder.

“I don’t mean anything by it.” Will rubbed his upper arm. “It’s just that Sammy-boy here is going to have to pay the piper.”

“Oh, shit,” Sam grumbled and rolled his eyes like he’d just remembered something important.

Will nodded knowingly. “Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.”

“I’m completely missing something.”

“It really isn’t important at all.” Sam changed the subject. “Great riding today.”

“Thanks. That track was just gnarly. The sand was the worst, and everything was just way too soft. Hey, are you heading home for Turkey Day?” Will asked.

“No, the university calendar may say I have the holiday off, but my workload is way too backed up to go anywhere.”

“Well at least you have a beautiful built-in tutor to assist you.” Will gazed back over toward me. “You wouldn’t happen to have a sister would you?” He smiled and I had to shake myself. I couldn’t believe there were
two
of them!

“No sisters.” I shrugged.

“Now that’s
way
too bad.”

Will was funny like Sam. I found my intellectual side trying to find a difference between the two twins.

“I still can’t believe you opted to go into the master’s program. It wasn’t really like you, man. I was the one who loved school; you were the one who loved to screw off.” Will shook his head in disbelief.

“Things change,” Sam said a little sadly, then quickly tried to hide it. “Lucas is doing really good. He’s not you and he’s definitely no John Bonham, but he’s holding his own.”

“So when are you guys getting into KeyArena?”

“Still no word,” Sam answered. “Are you still playing with us tomorrow night?”

“Bet your ass I am. I wouldn’t miss it for anything,” Will assured. “Would the two of you mind if I was rude and sacked out? I’m beat.”

“Not at all,” I said.

Will stood up from the table. “’Night, bro, goodnight, Kate, see you in the morning.”

Sam and I got ready for the night and lay in his bed. He was quiet. Way too quiet.

“What’s going on in your head?” I swept my fingers down the tattoos on his arm.

“I don’t know. Logan is riding my ass, so is Jimmy in charge of my racing schedule. I can’t please everybody.”

“You please me,” I flirted lightly.

He smiled at that and fit his hand around mine. “I thought … I don’t know, that the sports were hobbies and the music was the goal. I’d never planned on working a career without Will. We did freaking everything together. Don’t get me wrong, I’m completely cool that he wants his own gig, I’m happy for him. I understand that dreams change and life goals can alter with time.” He sighed. “I just didn’t plan on him being so absent from my life, like a traveling stranger. It’s fucking juvenile, I know, but I can’t seem to help it. We’ve shared a bedroom since we were born, went to the same schools, were in all the same classes, went for the same bachelor’s degree at the same university, played in the same rock band since middle school. Only difference was he liked motocross and I liked racing cars. It’s so stupid of me. I feel like an asshat ...”

I waited, knowing there was more to that thought.

Sam finally said, “I feel like he abandoned me. How ridiculous is that? Guy just wants to do his own thing. I really need to get over myself.”

“I get it, Sam. I think what you’re going through is natural.”

“Right, naturally stupid.”

“No, I meant a natural process,” I corrected. “And it can’t be comfortable. It must hurt … feeling like the other half of you is ripping itself away.”

He thought for a minute then answered quietly. “It’s exactly like that, but I’m the only half hurting over it.”

As close as they were, Sam felt like he was the only one struggling with their separation. And just from seeing the two of them together this once, I could see that either Will was playing a wicked game of hiding his emotions, or he just didn’t feel that way, which wounded Sam that much more.