turned into a groan once he began to move. It didn’t matter. All that did was he was here with her. Condom, no condom, she didn’t give a damn right about now. He flexed his hips again and she gave herself over to all that he could give her.
* * * *
Roxi stirred slightly, her internal clock going off. In seconds she realised a few things. Sam was still in her bed with her, he was asleep, and she was sore. In a very good way.
Sam lay pressed against her, his face in the crook of her neck and one arm draped across her midsection. Opening her eyes, she listened to his deep, even breathing during the time she adjusted to the dark. Content, she had to remind herself a few times to move.
She extracted herself slowly and carefully, not wanting to wake him. He didn’t strike her as a man who got a lot of sleep. Swiping the clothing she’d set out last night to wear, she slipped from the room and shut the door behind her.
After a quick shower in the other bathroom, she was dressed and in the kitchen by the time Laila walked over to join her for their morning walk.
Chapter Four
Sam went from dead to the world to wide awake in the space of a single heartbeat. His heart pounded and he struggled not to panic. It had been so long since he’d slept so deeply. He calmed as it came to him.
Roxi’s house. But more than that, better. Roxi’s bed. Where he’d spent the night. Blissfully.
He reached for her, only came up empty. Sitting in bed, he glanced around for her. She wasn’t even in the room, not just not in bed. Late autumn morning sun streamed in, lighting the area. Resting back against the wall at the head of her bed, he took in her personal space. Honestly, he’d not thought about looking around when he‘d entered last night.
Her walls were done in a mint green with chocolate trim. The colour scheme matched the furniture and bedding. Not a lot of clutter. He smiled as another memory of last night and early this morning travelled through his mind.
His cock tented the sheet and, groaning, he reached down, wrapping his fingers around it. She’d been so wet and so damn tight, he’d barely managed to withhold from erupting the very instant he’d pushed into her. He moved his hand up and down as he closed his eyes and relived the ecstasy of being deep in her.
Roxi had taken what he’d given and had asked for more. There had been no hesitation on her part—she’d not been shy about telling him what she liked or wanted.
He stroked his hand faster, tightening his grip until he came with a low grunt. He didn’t move until he’d finished, then he padded to her bathroom and cleaned up. For a brief moment, he dwelled on the thought he’d not used a condom that first time. Then he shoved it aside—it had happened, couldn’t change it now. It had been a mistake and not one he’d be making again. The lack of a condom, not the sleeping with Roxi. That he definitely planned on doing again.
Finished dressing, he opened her door only to freeze as he heard Laila’s voice.
“Where’s Sam, Roxi?”
He closed the door almost completely, not sure Roxi would want Laila to know he’d been in her room with her all night.
“In bed? I don’t know, Laila, I was walking with you, remember?”
Swivelling, he repositioned himself to see up the hallway. Roxi stood at the end, leaning there. He felt himself stir and took his time digesting what she wore. Low-riding grey sweats and a white shirt.
“He doesn’t sleep much and is usually up by now.”
Laila was right. He could see her now, by Roxi. There was no way he’d make it to his room without being spied. Not with where Laila stood.
“So perhaps he’s allowing himself to sleep in.”
Laila scowled and crossed her arms. Roxi huffed and shrugged.
“You got me, Laila,” she said in a dry tone. “Sam spent the night with me, in my bed. We fucked like bunnies all night long. I wore him out and left him sleeping in my bed.”
Roxi told her? Sam
* * * *
Roxi stirred slightly, her internal clock going off. In seconds she realised a few things. Sam was still in her bed with her, he was asleep, and she was sore. In a very good way.
Sam lay pressed against her, his face in the crook of her neck and one arm draped across her midsection. Opening her eyes, she listened to his deep, even breathing during the time she adjusted to the dark. Content, she had to remind herself a few times to move.
She extracted herself slowly and carefully, not wanting to wake him. He didn’t strike her as a man who got a lot of sleep. Swiping the clothing she’d set out last night to wear, she slipped from the room and shut the door behind her.
After a quick shower in the other bathroom, she was dressed and in the kitchen by the time Laila walked over to join her for their morning walk.
Chapter Four
Sam went from dead to the world to wide awake in the space of a single heartbeat. His heart pounded and he struggled not to panic. It had been so long since he’d slept so deeply. He calmed as it came to him.
Roxi’s house. But more than that, better. Roxi’s bed. Where he’d spent the night. Blissfully.
He reached for her, only came up empty. Sitting in bed, he glanced around for her. She wasn’t even in the room, not just not in bed. Late autumn morning sun streamed in, lighting the area. Resting back against the wall at the head of her bed, he took in her personal space. Honestly, he’d not thought about looking around when he‘d entered last night.
Her walls were done in a mint green with chocolate trim. The colour scheme matched the furniture and bedding. Not a lot of clutter. He smiled as another memory of last night and early this morning travelled through his mind.
His cock tented the sheet and, groaning, he reached down, wrapping his fingers around it. She’d been so wet and so damn tight, he’d barely managed to withhold from erupting the very instant he’d pushed into her. He moved his hand up and down as he closed his eyes and relived the ecstasy of being deep in her.
Roxi had taken what he’d given and had asked for more. There had been no hesitation on her part—she’d not been shy about telling him what she liked or wanted.
He stroked his hand faster, tightening his grip until he came with a low grunt. He didn’t move until he’d finished, then he padded to her bathroom and cleaned up. For a brief moment, he dwelled on the thought he’d not used a condom that first time. Then he shoved it aside—it had happened, couldn’t change it now. It had been a mistake and not one he’d be making again. The lack of a condom, not the sleeping with Roxi. That he definitely planned on doing again.
Finished dressing, he opened her door only to freeze as he heard Laila’s voice.
“Where’s Sam, Roxi?”
He closed the door almost completely, not sure Roxi would want Laila to know he’d been in her room with her all night.
“In bed? I don’t know, Laila, I was walking with you, remember?”
Swivelling, he repositioned himself to see up the hallway. Roxi stood at the end, leaning there. He felt himself stir and took his time digesting what she wore. Low-riding grey sweats and a white shirt.
“He doesn’t sleep much and is usually up by now.”
Laila was right. He could see her now, by Roxi. There was no way he’d make it to his room without being spied. Not with where Laila stood.
“So perhaps he’s allowing himself to sleep in.”
Laila scowled and crossed her arms. Roxi huffed and shrugged.
“You got me, Laila,” she said in a dry tone. “Sam spent the night with me, in my bed. We fucked like bunnies all night long. I wore him out and left him sleeping in my bed.”
Roxi told her? Sam
Similar Books
