16: I Don't Love You
Chris joined Samantha with a fresh tumbler of whiskey in hand, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and looked out at the beautiful scenery. Florida was gorgeous, it was one of the many reasons he lived in the state, just a ways from here. He looked down at her, watching the ocean breeze blow through her hair and set his tumbler down on the ledge to turn her to face him, cupping her face. "Ready to head down, baby?" At her nod, he laced his fingers with hers and waited for her to set her juice down on the ledge as well before heading down the wooden steps.
Samantha thought it was kind of cute how persistent he had been about enjoying the beach. He had been wanting to do it for awhile but at the same time, he attracted attention. He didn't have that problem here. She didn't say anything though, rather enjoying the feel of the warm sand beneath her bare feet and the ocean breeze on her. This was… nice, and different, for them. It was kind of normal actually.
There had to be SOME kind of normalcy in their relationship if it was going to last. Chris wanted it to last as long as possible, already feeling himself falling for the ebony haired beauty. Bill didn't understand it considering Chris had his selection from a bevvy of beauties. Samantha was different; she hadn't been a fan of his and only came to the concert to get out of a boring date with her ex. He found that appealing and now she enjoyed his music, he knew because he had caught her listening to it on a few occasions when they were together.
She liked some of the music, some of it was just not for her. One Crazed Anarchist immediately came to mind. Sam leaned into him when he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, her own going about his waist as they enjoyed their leisurely little stroll. Chris wasn't 'toned down' very often so she was definitely enjoying this quieter side of him. It was interesting, seeing the way his moods changed at the drop of a hat, and how he went from overbearingly obnoxious, to demanding, to happy and manic, to this.
They settled down on the beach in the sand, Chris pulling her between his legs, both just staring out at the ocean waves crashing against the shore. "This visit with your mother won't be pleasant, Samantha. You need to prepare yourself for a blowout with her and possibly even losing part of your family because you're with me. Because you're not with Paul anymore, which is what they want. So before we walk into the lion's den, I need to know if you're serious about us or if this is just a fling to you. Because to me, it's about as serious as I've had in a long time. And I haven't looked at another woman since meeting you, you can ask Bill because he's confused on why I want someone like you. I told him to mind his own business and it's my life, I'll be with who I want. So, how do you feel about me?"
And there was Mr. Intensity again and Samantha didn't know what to say, or think, or feel. She felt an onslaught of things hitting her and remained silent, trying to sort it all out before speaking. They hadn't known each other all that long, like a week before he had taken off for a month, and now another partial week. The sex was great, awesome, mind blowing, and sometimes way out of her comfort zone. And then there was him in general. He had been serious? About that 'my woman, your man' thing… she honestly had thought he was blowing smoke up her ass, or it was just him being spur of the moment. Was he really worth her family? Eventually, in time, she knew they would forgive her for breaking things off with Paul, but if Chris pulled a 'Chris', they might not be willing overlook that.
"Someone like me?" She echoed quietly, wondering what the blue hell THAT was supposed to mean. Mousy, boring, totally not in his league, yeah she got it. How did she feel about Chris? Well, she liked him well enough, she knew that. "I care about you." She said finally, which was true. She did. She sure as fuck did not love him or anything like that. "But that is my family, dickheads though they may be. I um… I don't expect you to take shit lying down, but I'd rather you weren't the one to start drama." She was sure if her mom hadn't calmed down by then, Marsha would stir that pot herself.
"I will be a perfect gentleman as long as your mother remains cordial with me." Chris compromised, refusing to sit back and let some rich bitch talk down to him. A slow grin had spread across his face at Samantha's declaration of caring about him and he felt the same way, kissing the top of her head. "I don't love you, Samantha. We don't know each other well enough to even bark up THAT tree, but I care about you too. I hope that's enough for now."
"More then enough, I don't love you either," She laughed, shaking her head at him. She didn't know him well enough to even think about the L word. Leaning back, she stared out into the ocean, wondering if maybe she should just pack her shit and relocate permanently to Florida, she had a feeling she wasn't going to be welcome in New Hampshire for much longer. This had been Paul's last year, not like she'd have to worry about him if she decided to stay.
Nuzzling her neck, Chris had no idea what awaited him in the future, but one thing was certain, Samantha was in it. To what extent, he didn't know. Suddenly, he felt playful and stood up from the sand with her over his shoulder, jumping into the cool ocean water. Her squeals filled the air as the waves crashed over them, making them both go under water. Chris surfaced, not expecting that and looked around, not seeing Samantha anywhere. His heart began hammering in his chest as he continued looking around, fear gripping him for a few seconds and watched her finally surface, breathing a huge sigh of relief. "You alright?!"
"Yeah, I was down at the bottom to avoid the drag," Sam said after wiping water out of her eyes, grinning up at him. "Wait, were you panicking?" He was! It was cute. Laughing, she moved to wrap her arms around his neck, kissing his jaw.
This woman would be the death of him, in all ways. Chris simply knew it and welcomed it with open arms as he held her close to him, breathing a little heavy. "You just scared the shit out of me." He was going to spank her ass for staying under the water for over 30 seconds and making him think she had drowned. "Fuck Sammy, don't do that to me again."
"I'll try not too." She wasn't making promises, she liked swimming and that meant being underwater. Taking his hand, Sam began guiding him up towards the beach, pretty sure he needed to spray his tan back on because he was looking a bit on the white side. "You going to make it, Rockstar?" She teased once they were back on the sand, reaching down to peel her dress off, wearing her bikini beneath it.
Growling at her cheekiness, Chris pulled her down on the blanket to where he hovered partially over her and kissed her soundly, enjoying their wet bodies pressed against each other. "I'm gonna make it just fine, baby." He assured her, once the kiss broke and nipped her bottom lip, his nose rubbing against hers. "I mean it, you ever scare me like that again and I'm gonna tan your ass until it's raw."
"You'll probably tan it anyway," She retorted, a hand snaking down the front of his shorts and smirked when he groaned, feeling him hardening in her hand. That was never going to get old. Raising her head, she began kissing down the column of his throat, feeling him tilting his own head to give her better access and bit at his pulse point. Mile a minute it was going.
Sex on the beach, Chris looked around to make sure they were completely alone, and it was secluded, not seeing a soul besides the two of them. He groaned at her squeezing his shaft in her soft hand and let her take control, enjoying being worshipped by this beautiful raven-haired beauty. The sounds of the ocean waves combined with his groans and growls as she once again devoured him with that delicious mouth was pure music to his ears.
"Okay, I know you and Rockstar are in a relationship now, but are you sure it's a good idea to take him home?" Maria asked at the end of the month, helping Sam to pack her crap up since Sam had come and helped her the day before. Also, good girl time since they wouldn't see each other all summer. "Paul is going to be there, you know he is."
She hadn't thought about that, biting her bottom lip.
"And I know you really like Chris, and he is awesome, but just be careful, all right?" Because Sam was slowly changing and the pair had only known each other for three months, and there had been that month apart. Sam drank now, whiskey of all things, and when Chris was around, Sam always tended to sport some interesting marks. Sex was great, Maria advocated for wild, kinky sex, but there were scars and that was just… weird. Especially the one on Sam's butt and the new one right on the fleshy part where shoulder and neck connected. She bet that had felt great afterwards, all swollen, bruised and stiff.
Her mind was on the inevitable blow-up coming her way. "Mmmhmm," Sam's eyes moved to the door when it opened, smiling. "You're just in time, Rockstar."
Sam hadn't heard a word she said!
Grinning, Chris sauntered over to her with his own bag in hand, his bus downstairs waiting to take them. They weren't flying, like her mother preferred, because they would live on the bus instead of staying at the mansion. Samantha didn't want to stay at home any longer than necessary, not that Chris blamed wouldn't be a regular homecoming because Marsha had informed Samantha she was having a party. All their fancied-up friends and millionaires would be attending, including the Levesque's.