Chapter Sixteen

Meg hid her face in Sam’s neck. Though she was glad her mother hadn’t walked in, having her father catch them wasn’t a whole lot better. Sam was still buried inside her but he was wilting fast. He attempted to pull away but she grabbed his arms holding him in place. Sam stared at her and she shook her head, hoping he got the message. If he stepped back, her dad would get a view she would rather not give him. Joined like this, her dress hid everything, pretty much.

Sam glanced back at her dad. “Sorry, sir.”

He chuckled. “Don’t be sorry. I know I wouldn’t be. But I prefer you take the action someplace else. Mrs. Riley has strict hygiene rules in the kitchen, and I don’t think having sex with my daughter against the oven tower would comply. She’s had enough excitement for today, one more thing might push her over the edge, and she didn’t give me my gift yet. If she gets one of her headaches I’ll be a year older before I get to collect, if you get my drift.”

Oh good heavens, she had often joked with Sian the only time her dad got any must be on his birthday. They had both been born almost nine months later. The fact they were shipped off to a relative for the night so their dad could ‘relax’ had been more damning evidence. Now he’d confirmed her mother only put out once a year and tonight was the night. The whole idea made her feel ill. Did her mother keep her hat on when they screwed? She so did not want that picture in her head.

“Dad!”

He tipped his head back and roared with laughter. “You’re offended your mother and I have sex? Yet here I stand, chatting to you while you appear to be copulating with a man you told me was only a friend.”

Sam’s face turned a deep shade of red. “We’re not copulating…now. It’s just… if I move we may all be embarrassed.”

Mr. Riley chuckled again. “You look embarrassed enough for all of us, son.”

Meg closed her eyes. She had the start of a headache growing at the base of her skull. “Dad, would you mind if we snuck off? I’m not feeling so good.”

He glanced back at the garden then at Meg. “No, you run along. I’ll make your excuses to your mother.”

She sighed. “Thanks, Dad, and sorry.”

Sam chimed in. “I’m sorry too, sir.”

Mr. Riley shook his head. “Don’t be sorry, son. From what I saw you were giving her a good time, and I love when my girls are happy, but make sure you treat her right, you hear me?”

Sam nodded. “Heard and understood.”

“I’ll leave you alone to untangle yourselves.”

They watched as he wandered out of the room.

Meg stared at Sam. “Fuck.”

He grinned. “Not now, your dad says sex in the kitchen is unhygienic.”

* * * *

Meg burped loudly then glanced at Sam. “Excuse me.”

After leaving the party she had stopped to collect takeout and had met Sam at home. Curled up on the sofa dressed in her pink Winnie The Pooh PJ’s, she was beginning to think the second cheeseburger may have been too much. Neither of them had mentioned what happened at her parents’ house. She wasn’t sure what Sam thought about her dad’s warning. What did he interpret ‘treating her right’ to mean? Maybe her dad was a little more straitlaced than he had initially appeared. Her mother would have just come right out and said ‘guys don’t marry girls who give it away for free.’

Sam had suggested they become fuck buddies and she had agreed. They had been screwing like rabbits for two days, but how long before he got bored with her? Her concerns that this was a bad idea were starting to crowd back in.

“Sam.”

He glanced up from the TV. “What?”

“This fucking thing, I think we need some rules.”

“Rules?” He hit pause on the remote and turned sideways on the sofa to look at her. “Why do we need rules? If we want to fuck we fuck, if we don’t, we don’t.”

“Sounds simple…but…”

“But?” He let out a loud sigh. “You’re about to complicate things, aren’t you? Why can’t you just let it alone?”

“I don’t want it to affect our friendship.”

“So, we won’t let it.”

“But what if we meet someone else?”

Sam scratched his head, apparently deep in thought. “You want to know if I care if you sleep with someone else?”

That was so not what she had been thinking. He was great company and fantastic in bed. Why would she swap him for someone else? However, he might not be thinking the same thing. A man with his skills could have any woman he wanted.

“Yes and no. I meant, what if one of us meets someone we want to date and not just fuck?”

“Ah, well if you meet someone we can discuss it then.”

“And if you meet someone?”

“The same.”

He hit play on the remote and turned his attention back to the flickering screen. A weight settled in her stomach and it had nothing to do with the takeout she’d devoured. Why hadn’t his answer been of some comfort? She asked and he gave her an honest answer. Apparently he had no trouble thinking the day would come when he would be happy to drop her for someone better. If they continued to have sex she needed to deal with the fact fucking him was a temporary arrangement.

She slid off the sofa. “I’m going to bed.”

Sam glanced up at her. “You want me to come with you?”

“No, I’m tired.”

As she stepped away from the sofa he grabbed her arm and pulled her into his lap. When he covered her mouth with his she fought not to respond but his tongue flicking her lips melted her resolve. After a thorough smooch he set her back on her feet. Who was she kidding, as long as he had a stallion primed for action, she had a stall waiting, she wanted him to fill it.

Maybe she should cut down so she wouldn’t miss it so much when things changed between them. He seemed to think this was a temporary arrangement and she needed to make sure she treated it the same way. A night alone in her own bed would do her good.

“Night, Meg.”

“Night, Sam.”