Chapter Nineteen

Fuck! Caught red handed. Not that she was doing anything wrong…or anything at all…really. Having a half naked, fully erect, well hung man in the kitchen on a Monday afternoon wasn’t that unusual.

Michael started to pull his jeans up but before he had stowed the mighty member a hand clamped down on his shoulder.

“Get your pants on and get the fuck out of my house.”

She watched Michael struggle to get free but, with his hands busy shoving his semi stiff shaft in his jeans and doing up his fly he didn’t give up much of a fight. Instead he went with the flow, allowing Sam to propel him toward the front door.

Meg hid her face in her hands. Her cheeks burned and pain stabbed at the base of her skull, hopefully she would have an aneurism, drop dead, and be spared trying to explain what the hell Sam had walked in on.

“You’re a lucky man, Mr. Stephens. She’s great in the kitchen.”

Sam’s voice was gruff with anger. “Get the fuck out and don’t come back.”

The front door slammed and footsteps approached.

She stared at the floor, a pair of black boot tips came into view. When he didn’t say anything, she slowly lifted her eyes. The gaze that met her own was cold and angry. What did he have to be upset about? Hadn’t he said only two days ago if they wanted other partners it would be okay? They were just fuck buddies. So why the overprotective macho bullshit?

“Why did you throw him out?”

Sam folded his arms, his eyebrows sinking lower, accentuating his hostile glare. “Did you want him to stay? I’m sorry, maybe I should call ahead to make sure you aren’t fucking around before I come home.”

She took a deep breath to stop herself from sniping back. Anger under control, she kept her voice steady but her tone deliberate. “I am not now, nor will I ever be fucking around with Michael Monaghan. It was a simple misunderstanding.”

“Do these misunderstandings happen often? I can’t say they ever happen to me. Maybe I’m not the right type to have men visit, then accidentally drop their pants and get a boner.”

Meg balled her hands into fists, her nails digging into her palms. He was being deliberately inflammatory, but she wasn’t going to let him needle her. She hadn’t done anything wrong. “Don’t be stupid, it wasn’t like that. He thought…and I didn’t…and why the hell are you so pissed anyway? You’re the one who got us to where we are. You were the one who wanted us to be fuck buddies. Maybe you should just quit fucking me if you’re going to be so damn touchy.”

Sam ground his teeth, making the muscles in his jaw clench and release. Damn, that was so sexy…but she wouldn’t be distracted from being pissed off with him.

Without a word, he grabbed her hair and pulled her face toward him. His kiss was brutal and unrelenting. Giving in to his embrace, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her lips ached under the onslaught, but the sheer power made her insides turn to mush. She became a throbbing blob of lust. He could drag her to bed by her hair and she’d still be begging for him to fuck her. She would never be able to overpower him. She was completely at his mercy. So much for not being distracted.

When he broke the kiss and strode from the room she stood openmouthed, horny, and ready to kill someone. How dare he walk into the house, shout the odds about another man being there, get so damn sexy, kiss her then walk away? No wonder women reverted to sex aids men were annoying and stupid. She needed to talk to Laura and arrange to go to the sex shop. Vibrators didn’t have mood swings.

Phone in hand, she turned, leaned on the counter, and hit speed dial One. She hoped Laura hadn’t gone home to have a good time with Dean and Gerard, or she might just offer to join them.

Hmm, if Sam didn’t want to screw her any more, why not check out Michael Monaghan. Now she had her water wings, all she needed was a dick. The thought brought her up short, was it any cock she wanted or just Sam’s? Hell, the way her insides throbbed she needed something to give her a release maybe anyone would do as long as they had the right equipment.

After four rings Laura picked up. “Meg, so what happened with Michael?”

She didn’t want to talk about Michael. She didn’t want to talk about any men, they were all annoying and not worthy of discussion. “Nothing fucking well happened, apart from him dropping his pants and Sam walking in and catching us.”

“He caught you doing what? Jesus Christ, hun, were you fondling the merchandise?”

Trust Laura to jump to the same conclusion as Sam. Did everyone think she was a slut ready to fuck anything that moved? “No way. I am not interested in his merchandise. I don’t want to ever see that man again. He’s a self-absorbed moron.”

“Okay, so you’re not a fan—fine. I guess that means you don’t want me to hire him.”

Meg was stunned, what part of not wanting to ever see him again didn’t she understand. “No, I don’t want you to hire him, or any other dickhead for that matter.”

“So what did you call me for?”

“I need you to come shopping with me.”

“What are we buying?”

Footsteps alerted her to Sam’s impending return. She wouldn’t talk about vibrators in front of him. He could go fuck himself before she would admit she’d miss having his dick inside her.

A hand grabbed the back of her arm. She dropped the phone and tried to pull away.

“Get off me.”

Instead of letting her go, he took hold of her other arm and propelled her across the room in front of him. He shoved her face down on the table, sending the dirty coffee cups smashing to the floor. She tried to struggle but he pinned her with his weight. His erect dick dug into her lower back. In one quick action he tugged down her track pants and undies. Not sure whether to scream for help or moan with desire, she waited for his next move. Surely he wouldn’t screw her without asking first?

He grabbed a handful of hair, pulled her back toward him and growled in her ear, “If you’re so hot for cock in the kitchen, try this for size.”

After shoving his knee between her thighs he plunged into her in one sharp jab.

Sex with other men had hurt. It had never turned her on like this. The sensation of Sam overpowering her and having her at his mercy sent her spiraling into a sensual ocean. Every nerve poised awaiting the next assault. He pushed her face onto the table, he certainly didn’t disappoint. The sex was hard, fast and furious. A guttural grunt from him and an echoing moan from her accompanied each deep penetration. Her insides sensed every hard knotted inch of him as he pounded into her, his heavy testicles banging against the back of her thighs. Even without any other stimulation, she felt the ball of pulsing adrenaline grow in her abdomen. If he didn’t finish she sure as hell would.

Her centre twitched on the brink of release, and he shoved her face harder into the timber tabletop. His voice still bristled with anger, “Don’t even think about it. You’re mine. You’ll come when I say you can. You hear me?”

She gasped out, “Yes,” fighting fiercely to hold back the tsunami about to engulf her twat. The power and command in his voice had shifted her closer, not further away from the edge. He wouldn’t be that angry at finding Michael in the house if she meant nothing to him. She panted in an effort to regain control.

With less than a half a dozen more thrusts he growled, “Come for me.”

The first wave of power left her dizzy, lightheaded, and filled with the most amazing sense of joy. Oblivious to anything other than the sensation of his shaft banging through pulse after pulse of absolute sexual release she screamed his name.

Sam shuddered and grunted as his thrusts slowly stilled. Sweating and gasping for air, he collapsed on top of her. She shifted her head so she could see his face.

“Sam?”

He opened his eyes and stared at her.

“You were freakin’ awesome. I need to get Michael Monaghan over here more often.”

“You ever have him in the flat with his pants off again when I’m not here and you won’t be able to sit down for a week.”

She grinned at him and he grinned back. “I’ll bear that in mind.”

*

Sam was relieved she wasn’t angry. He still had no idea why Michael Monaghan was in the kitchen with his pants around his knees. Whatever had been going on, he needed to chill. Meg was free to sleep with whomever she wanted unless he was ready to make a bigger commitment. However, he had hoped she would talk to him before she found a replacement. He should be happy she was looking to expand her horizons and that their sexual encounters had made her more confident in her sexuality, but the thought he might be dismissed so easily dismayed him.

“Sorry. I should have handled that more maturely.”

Meg smiled at him. “I think you handled it beautifully. Heaven knows what I would have done if the roles were reversed. But really, there is nothing going on between me and Michael Monaghan. Laura invited him over to be interviewed for our new business then she ran out on me.”

“And the trousers?”

“He was just trying to prove a point. Don’t worry, I’m not in the market for a new fuck buddy.”

Sam groaned. He should have let her explain before rushing in boots and all. Michael Monaghan had a reputation for being a womanizer, but Meg was no airhead. It would take more than a naked penis to win her trust. Had he ruined things?

Climbing off, he pulled her to her feet and nuzzled her neck. “Sorry, I should have let you explain before I started acting like a caveman. Did I hurt you?”

“A little, but it was worth it. What if I told you I enjoyed the caveman routine? You can turn all dark and brooding on me anytime.”

Relieved she hadn’t changed her mind about sleeping with him he took her face in his hands. He kissed her softly, nipping her bottom lip and tickling her mouth with his tongue, urging her to open up to him. Pants around their thighs, she snuggled closer, making his still sheathed cock stir back to life. She broke the kiss and whispered, “You want to take that shower?”

He grinned. “You want to get your sandals?”

A disembodied voice floated across the room. “Meg, what the fuck is happening?”

Sam glanced at the phone lying in the middle of the floor then back at her. “Shit. I thought you’d hung up.”