15: A Bad Influence

Euphoria was right. Until when she finally woke up, blearily, hung over and it was already pushing 4 PM the next day. "Fuck…" She muttered, stuffing her head beneath the pillow. She had totally missed that test. Sam did not care one little bit, she was sore and tired and they had stayed up until the sun was peeking before finally passing out. "OW…" She hissed, reaching out blindly to slap Chris when she felt his hand on her very tender backside. That was the closest she'd ever get to a threesome, him and a toy, and he hadn't been lying about the gushing. These poor sheets were still damp from everything. "No, my head is killing me…"

He chuckled softly, knowing it was her body coming down from both the high and being hungover from all the whiskey they'd drank together. "Nothing some greasy food can't fix, baby." He smacked her backside, growling at her muffled yelp and knew better than to try making an attempt at sex right now. Food – sex later. "Come on, we've already slept the day away and the night awaits us!" He was up, energetic and ready to go.

An hour later, greasy food had made it better and Sam was able to shoot off an e-mail to her professor from her cell to see about taking the test still. She reached over to snitch one of his fries, smirking when he growled. "You ate all my onion rings, Rockstar." And he had devoured two very large, very greasy burgers with a ridiculous amount of ketchup. "Thank God my other test is tomorrow afternoon." Especially if they were keeping late hours. Quite worth it though.

"Sorry I made you miss it."He did not sound the least bit sorry at all, chuckling and felt amazing after those two greasy burgers. Chris felt like a million bucks and wondered if she'd be opposed to going to the beach. He felt like some sun, sand… and fries in ketchup. "I think I have an addiction to ketchup…"

"How long are you here for?" Sam asked curiously, eyes widening when he shrugged and said he was off for the summer. "I um, after the test tomorrow, it's just everyone hanging out for their scores so I was thinking about renting a beach house for the week." Which was something she did every year, private beach, gated area, a great way of unwinding after the year.

Money, this woman was made of money, he had to keep reminding himself of that and grinned, wiping the ketchup from his mouth. "Sounds great, baby. We'll tear that beach house apart and christen every room." He laughed at her reddening cheeks and leaned over, capturing her mouth in a somewhat sloppy kiss. Still delicious, regardless of the sloppiness. "Where you go, I go. I actually wanna take you to my place during the summer and your break. What do you think about that?"

"Uh… really?" He nodded and she smiled, nodding her head. "Okay. I have to go home first though, my mom's birthday is next month, I can't miss it, but after that I'm all yours, if you want me." She felt shy again, the doubt creeping back up. Why was he interested in her? She was on her cell again, booking the house and smirked slightly. Every room, sounded fun.

"Your Mom, eh? Why don't I go home with you and meet your parents? We're together and they should see it in person." Chris suggested, raising a brow at her bewildered expression and reached out to caress her face with his hand. "Your my woman, Samantha. I meant what I said. When I come to you, I expect you to be faithful and loyal to me and I'll do the same." He hadn't touched or looked at another woman since meeting her, which was very out of the norm for the Rockstar. She had corrupted him!

"You're bringing your new boyfriend home…" Marsha repeated slowly, wondering if her daughter had lost her mind. "Please, tell me it's not that rocker."

Sam watched out the windshield as Chris pulled into their driveway for the week, all tests done, and now it was time for a week of seclusion and a private beach, and sex. Lots of sex. "Uh… it's the rocker, Mom."

"Is this a phase?"

"Um… if that helps you sleep better, sure."

"Dear God, Samantha… you're giving up stability and love with Paul for… for… I have to go, I need to think about this."

"Well that went well."

Eventually, she was going to see the morning hours again. Probably not this week, but eventually. Sam wasn't thinking about summer, or Chris meeting her family, that was just going to be insane and she had to wonder if it was a good idea. He was eccentric, loud, no fucks to give, and there was no filter on that mouth of his. She wasn't supposed to be thinking about that.

"How do you live on that?" She asked when she wandered into the kitchen, not surprised to find him drinking. He had also been working out a few hours a day, usually while she slept, and he could hold his whiskey. She was jelly.

"Life on the road, baby, and lots of issues." He was being fairly honest and grinned at the look on her face, spotting the cell in her hand. She had just gotten off the phone with her mom, again. From what he had heard, it hadn't gone all that well. "So, your Momma not happy you're bringing me home, eh?"

"Oh, you heard that huh?" Her mom had called again, to see if the 'romance' was over and yeah. "She'll deal. She's just upset because I've ruined her chances for a little 'dynasty' with the Levesque's. Even if," When, she mentally amended. "something happens, Paul would never take me back if I were inclined to want him, and that pisses her off."

"Does your Mom not want you to be happy?" Chris frowned, which didn't happen often because he was usually a happy, carefree man. However, he could tell this woman was simply using her daughter as a stepping stone to more power. He despised parents that used their children that way, but unfortunately, it happened on more than several occasions. Especially when money was involved'. "She's not gonna like me at all, is she?"

"Um, no, no she is not. In fact, she's going to be an outright rude bitch to you and you'll wind up nailing her back." Because he did that and she was both a bit fearful of that meeting and looking forward to it. "You don't have to come, Chris." Sam said quietly, knowing him meeting her parents was a normal thing for most couples but they weren't normal, and this was making her head spin. Or it was the whiskey she was now drinking. "Shit… your bad habits are spreading."

"I told you I was a bad influence, didn't believe me, did you?" Chris chuckled, downing his own whiskey and saw her wince at the taste. It went down smooth. "I'm looking forward to meeting your mother and giving her a piece of my mind about dictating her daughter's love life." He would give that old bag something to think about, a few things, and was tempted to mention the butt plug incident just for kicks.

Samantha could read some horrible intentions in those blue eyes and slammed her next drink, shaking her head before pushing aside the glass. "I swear to God, if you mention ANYTHING about our sex life to her, I will castrate you, Rockstar." She wasn't ashamed of having sex, but she didn't need some of her more, uh, deep web porn star activities mentioned either. "You're impossible."

"What's the matter? Don't want mommy dearest to know her daughter enjoys a butt plug or dick up her ass?" Chris laughed, dodging her slap and was sure Samantha would turn into a giant tomato. Or burst into flames. Her cheeks were RED. He pulled her into his arms, ignoring her flustered state and kissed her, lifting her to wrap her legs around his waist. "I'll say whatever I want to your mother and you'll deal with it, Sammy. You don't call the shots, I do and if that bitch gets outta line, I'll be more than happy to put her in her fucking place."

This was her mother he was talking about and what the fuck, she called her own shots. Samantha opened her mouth with every intention of telling him to shove his head up his own ass but he was kissing her again. Probably his way of shutting her up and she reached for his bottle on the counter behind her, pouring it over his head and began laughing when he sputtered. "What were those shots you were calling, Rockstar?" She teased, figuring it'd do him good to be reminded he wasn't THAT big a deal. Right?

He swallowed the whiskey that had gone in his open mouth, not believing she just poured it over his head and raised a very slow brow. She looked nervous now, slowly setting the now empty bottle on the counter and took a step toward her. He WAS a very big deal and he DID call the shots about mostly everything. When it came to her meddlesome mother, he wouldn't filter himself, not even for Samantha.

Growling, he yanked her against him and shook his head, whiskey flying off his hair and onto her. Bringing both hands down onto her backside, he grinned wickedly. "That wasn't very nice, baby." He rumbled. "What do you propose I do about this?"

"Maybe take a shower? You smell like a damn brewery." Sam yelped when both hands slapped her ass again, which was now stinging like mad. She was really glad she hadn't followed the 'always naked' rule, or else she wouldn't have denim between his hands and flesh. Sam let out a very undignified yelp when he planted her on the counter, clearing her throat. "Sorry?"

"Oh, you're gonna be sorry in a minute because you're joining me." Chris lifted her over his shoulder, smacking her backside when she tried squirming away from him and headed straight for the bathroom. He started the sprays and planted her in the water, with clothes on, enjoying how the material of her clothes adhered to every part of her body. It was a mouthwatering visual. "Now wash my hair since you wanted to dump a bunch of whiskey in it."

His hair… Samantha didn't bother trying to remove her soaked, chafing clothes and eyed him. "Do you want to take off your shirt first?" She asked finally, raising a black eyebrow when he simply held out his arms. She undressed him, tossing his wet things out into the sink before reaching for his preferred shampoo, glancing up into his face to see if he were serious. He was.

He simply stood there, waiting to feel her fingers lather up his hair and cracked an eye open when she merely stood there. "Come on, baby, we ain't got all night." Well, they did, but he wanted to take a walk with her on the beach.

He had wanted his hair washed and when she was done, Sam left him there in the shower to finish himself up while she went to change out of her wet shorts and t-shirt. It was only early evening -she had slept the day away, again- so she tugged on a strapless, thigh high basic sunning dress, not overly concerned with the sun tonight. After pouring herself a cup of juice, she ambled out onto the back deck that overlooked the private beach, smiling. One of the reasons she kept coming back here, not many people.