Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
I noticed movement to my left and glanced over to see that we now had an audience. Blaine, Elliott, Gabe, and Max were all standing outside watching the show all with huge grins on their faces. I waved to them, and Blaine waved back.
While I wasn’t paying attention, Sam had snuck up on me and captured me to his big buff strong body.
“Now what?” he rumbled.
“I have to pee still.” I said to him hopefully.
“Too bad.” He growled, tossed me over his shoulder and strode purposefully to the house. Once inside, he took me straight to the bathroom, plopping me down onto the floor with little care.
He was peeling off his shirt, and started to work on his jeans while I sat there drooling. His chest was a work of art in itself. His pecs were well defined, and the tattoos on each one were so intriguing. One was a grim reaper with an American flag behind him, and some names on a list. There was a RIP beside it with dates. The newest date was the day Dougie died, standing out starkly with blinding black ink. The other was a really funky Celtic cross that was black and white, but it looked a lot deeper in color than the others on his body. I had yet to find out about them, and he hadn’t shared.
“What is the story behind those tattoos?” I asked quietly.
“This one is the men who died under my command.” He pointed to his left pectoral. “This one is one that my dad got his buddies to give me when I was thirteen. Nothing special behind it, only that I remembered my mom liked crosses, and if I had to get one I wanted it to me memorable.
“Thirteen?” I said. “What the hell?”
“Yea that was my dear old dad for you. Hurt like a SOB too. Was done like they do in prisons. They put the ink on there with a needle by hand.”
I decided I didn’t want to know anymore, because knowing that his father had made him suffer when he was only a young boy made me nauseous.
I stripped off my shirt and bra with relative ease. It was the wet jeans that I had a problem with. I sat down on the floor and took off my tennis shoes and socks, and laid back to start peeling off my jeans. All the while Sam watched with amusement while I wiggled out of them. I’m not sure if you have ever tried to get off jeans that were wet before, but it is even harder to do when you had to lie on the bed, wiggling your body and sucking in just to get the suckers up and buttoned.
Once they were off I said “You could have helped, ya know.”
“Yea, but then I wouldn’t have gotten the pleasure of watching you writhing on the ground half naked, your boobs jiggling and bouncing.”
“Whatever.” I said, and headed into the bedroom to search for my clean dry clothes.
He hooked me from behind and pulled me into his body kissing his way down my neck and spine.
Yes he surely knew how to make it up to a lady. And he did such a fine job that I promised myself that I would find other ways for him to make stuff up to me.
Chapter 15
I woke up the next morning when the front door clicked shut. I turned my head and glanced at the clock, noting that it was 0645 hours. I loved the military jargon that I learned from Sam.
Speaking of Mr. Hot Stuff, Sam walked into the room in a pair of low slung Nike shorts and tennis shoes. His body was dripping sweat, and he looked like he just did a hard run.
He did two different types of runs in the early morning. One was a hard run, where he ran eight miles in a certain time limit. The easy run days consisted of him running, but not timing himself or tracking his mileage.
He saw that I was awake when he glanced at me and started heading my way. I threw the covers off and slipped off the other side of the bed. He was sweating buckets, and I so did not want to get all sweaty, unless there was something in it for me.
“Uh-uh.” I said to him.
It didn’t stop him though, because he just kept on coming. I tried to climb over the bed again but he caught me and pulled me back against his sweaty chest, and buried his face into my neck. I could feel his sweat clinging to me, and now I would have to take a shower. His arms were wrapped around me trapping me to him.
Yick!
Sam finally let me go, but it was too late. I was saturated in his sweat and now needed a shower. I turned around and saw him smirking at me. Butt head.
“I hope you are planning to clean me off. That is the only thing that would make this worth it.” I said to him.
“How would you like to go fishing?” he asked.
I moved a little closer to him and whispered, “Really?
“Yes. I think it’s time for a little R&R. We can fit two others on the boat. Who else do you want to take?” he asked.
“Ember is working today, so ask Blaine and Elliott.” I said.
“Okay. I’m going to do a few more exercises. You call Blaine. Then get in the shower.” He said to me.
“Sam?” I asked from the doorway of the bathroom.
“Yeah?”
“I love you.” I said, and then walked into the bathroom completely.
∞
Blaine and I were standing on the dock while Elliott and Sam put gas into the boat. Sam rented a boat slip at Bull Frog Marina. Bull Frog was one of the more expensive ones, and I wondered how much money he had. I’ve never broached the subject because I didn’t really care if he had money or not, but seeing him with a brand new bass boat with pretty red sparkly paint in a boat slip at one of the most expensive marinas to rent from got my mind wandering.