Chapter fourteen

When Jack got home the house was dark. After getting a cool drink at the well, he entered the house. Going straight to the bedroom he and Sam shared, he was somehow relieved to find her there curled up on her side under the sheet. He knew there was no place else for her to go, but still it gave him hope to see her there. As quietly as he could, he undressed and slipped into bed behind her.

As he lay there he couldn't help but run his eyes over the curves of her body, the thin sheet doing little to hide them. He wondered what she'd do if he were to slide his hand over her hip. Would she pull away, or would she let him touch her? 'Only one way to find out,' he told himself as he reached out toward her.

Slowly he laid his hand on her hip and smoothed it downward, on top of the sheet. Sam didn't flinch or pull away, so he lifted the sheet and placed his hand on the bare skin of her ass, squeezing it briefly. She still didn't move, but Jack could tell by her breathing that she was not asleep. He scooted closer to her until his lips could brush the hair at the back of her head. The golden tendrils tickles his lips as he spoke softly to her.

"I love you, Sam. I didn't mean what I said. I know you didn't do anything. I was just so angry and disappointed that I couldn't think straight. I'm thoughtless and stupid! You deserve better." To his surprise she rolled onto her back and looked up at him.

"Yes, I DO deserve better! And that's why I want you out of my bed," she stated almost calmly.

"What?"

"You heard me! Get out!" Her voice had risen now, and Jack was certain it could be heard in the rest of the house...maybe even in Vorenus' house next door. And he was determined to silence her.

"No! I'm not going anywhere, damn it!" he swore. Without any warning he climbed on top of her and covered her mouth with his, pinning her struggling arms to the bed next to her head, as his right knee wedged between her thighs. She was strong, but he was a lot stronger, and before long he could feel her giving into him.

"Sam, I love you so much! All I can think about is you and how much I love you and want you! I need you, honey. Always!" he crooned as he let go of her wrists. His big hands cradled the back of her head and her ass, as his hips rocked against hers, his rampant cock seeking that which it desired. Sam spread her legs and he easily slipped through her folds and into her hot, tight opening. Then Jack stopped and pulled back, staring at her face in the dimly lit room.

"Is this okay? I mean, are you okay?"

"Yes! Fuck me, Jack! I've always been yours...no one else's!" she hissed back at him, her mouth seeking his as she lifted her head from the mattress. As he pushed inside her willing body, his lips crushing hers, his tongue plundered her mouth until both of them were breathless. Jack spoke into the side of her head as his hips continued to rock against hers.

"I want you to get pregnant again, Sam. I want to feel our baby growing inside you. I'll be the best father I can be, I promise you." He could feel tears stinging his eyes. He was gonna cry in front of her, but he didn't give a shit.

"I know you will, Jack. I want a baby too. I wanted our baby," she said, her words choked off by a loud sob. They were both crying now, the tears streaming down their faces as they sought to seal their love with a kiss. Then Jack moved his hands, wrapping her shoulders in a tight grip as he worked hard toward his release. With just a few more thrusts he came, grunting out his relief to be back inside the woman he loved.

He gave Sam a quick kiss and followed it with more wet, sloppy kisses, from her lips down over her chest, ribcage and belly and finally to the apex of her thighs, which to his total shock was completely shaven!

"Oh, my God!" he croaked when he saw her tender pink lips surrounded by smooth creamy skin.

"It's easier to keep myself clean," she explained as he lifted his face to stare up at her.

"Sweet!" was Jack's only other comment, before he dived in face first, licking every drop of her sweet essence and his salty cum from between her swollen lips. By the time he worked his way to her clitoris, Sam was ready to blow. And she did, screaming Jack's name loudly into the night. It was followed by a staccato of unintelligible sounds and a few swear words thrown in for good measure.

In the next room Daniel pulled the feather-filled pillow over his head and held it down with one arm, as he swore quietly to himself.

"At least when they're not speaking to each other, I can usually manage to get some sleep!"

TBC