Chapter 9: Chapter 9

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Chapter 9

Sam smiled to her self she figured that it would be perfectly ok for her to just put her pj's on now, I mean no one but me and Jake are here and he doesn't care what I wear. She looked herself over in the mirror once more thinking that she had underwear that showed less of her butt and legs than the shorty-short-short shorts Jen gave her one-year, but Sam didn't care and they match perfectly with the lime green spaghetti strap tight tang top she was wearing. Wow since when did I care if my pjs matched! Sam thought to herself mentally kicking herself for worrying 'bout what she wore. She pulled a brush through her hair a couple and headed down stairs to save Jake from well she didn't know but when she got downstairs her jaw dropped. Jake was standing at the bench making the pasta sauce she crept up behind him and put her hands around his waist, she felt him tense before he realised it was her and he relaxed he turned round to face her.

She said, "I didn't know you could cook!"

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me Samantha Anne." He told her seductively snaking his arms around her waist.

"Well I may just have 'stick to you like glue' then." She exclaimed waiting for him to catch onto what she was trying to remind him of.

"Hey!" he said indignantly, "I was worried about you, you had only just got back from San Fran and you were already starting to get into trouble and I didn't want to see you hurt again…" he trailed off noticing the smug smile on her face. "You."

"Yes, me. I never get tired of annoying you and never will." she said trying to escape his grasp.

"Oh now you're going to get it!" he started tickling her pushing her up against a wall so she couldn't escape.

"mer-mercy!" she managed between laughing.

"Ha! Not till you apologize and promise not to annoy me for 3 weeks at least."

"NE-NEV-NEVER!" She cried while laughing. Jake tickled her even more loving the feeling of her squirming against him.

"Fi-Fine, I m so-sorry, Jake stop I-I can't br-breath." She said still laughing.

"Promise."

"Half an hour." She said trying to bargain with him, he responded by tickling her more.

"Two." He said

"One"

"Fine, brat I have to get back to the pasta sauce anyway." He said

"Oh you mean pasta sauce is more important than me?" she said trying to get his attention.

He ignored her, she thought a little harder really wanting his attention… A-HA! She knew of a sure way to get his attention.

Suddenly she dropped to the ground and lay there, like she had fainted.

Jake heard something fall to the ground and thought ha brat just doped something, turning around to tease her about being clumsy, he saw her on the ground. Dropping to his knees beside her he shook her a little saying, "Sam, Sam are you alright? Speak to me Sam? What happened?" he shook her a bit more, absolutely worried for her. He knew what he had to do; he slid his arms around her and started to pick her ready to take her to the hospital.

Just as he stood up with Sam in his arms, she knew her plan had worked perfectly! She—in one quick fluid motion—put her hands around his neck and lifted her lips to his.

"I think it is horrible, the lengths I have to go to, to get my fiancée's attention!" she exclaimed after giving him a peck on the lips.

"BRAT! Don't you ever—and I mean ever—scare me like that again," changing his tone from angry to sweet he added "nice to know you were only faking though." He said planting a kiss on her lips before putting her down.

"I love you," he whispered in her ear, "but you can hear more about that when dinner is finished."

"Fine, you do the pasta sauce, and I'll do the… umm I'll check the recipe I forgot." She explained, but when she went to pull out of Jake's arms he wouldn't let her go. She turned round to face him and knew what he wanted. She lent closer to him and kissed him mumbling against his lips, "I love you to." This time he let her go over to the recipe.

-ccc- 3 hours later -ccc-

Sam was laying on the couch in front of Jake watching the movie he had picked out, she really didn't know what it was about she was to busy thinking of how nice it felt with jakes hand around her and it didn't help that every few minutes Jake would nuzzle her neck with his noes then kiss her neck. Finally she just couldn't resist him anymore, she rolled around to face him.

"Jake, honestly I am trying to watch the movie and you are really distracting." she told him in a smug voice.

"Mmmm, you know how cute you are when you're mad." He told her pulling her on top of him.

Sam didn't reply because he had started to kiss her. She kissed back her hands moving around his neck and running through his hair. He freely moved his hands up and down her sides trailing kisses down her neck than lightly sucking on her neck, before returning to her lips. This went on for about and hour before Jake said "Come on Sam we had better stop."

"Why?" she asked perplexed.

"Didn't we want to save ourselves for the honeymoon?" he asked.

"Hmph I guess you're right I have to keep reminding myself not to pull off your shirt." She blushed suddenly realising what she had just said, it was one thing thinking it but saying it, urgh how stupid.

"Don't worry brat I have to do the same." He laughed.

She looked at him shocked.

"Well what was it you said before… There are a lot of things you don't know about me, Jacob." She told him.

She slid out from underneath him not missing the groan escaping from his lips. He sat up and she sat beside him leaning into him.

Suddenly the phone rang.

"Who could that be?" Sam asked grumpily as she got up.

She picked up the phone, "Hello," she spoke into the phone.

The voice inside the phone said, "Hi, This is Adam Deaton, I was wondering if this is the residence of Miss Anne Samantha Foster?"

Sam froze, how had they found her? "Why do you need her?"

"Is she there or not?" he asked a tinge of annoyance in his voice.

"Calm down, why do you need her?"

"Fine I'll tell you, but only because I can see no other way of you giving her the phone. Look she is a very famous very talented pro-roper, and I am the boss of a very well known Australian Roping Team the Dingoes. She suddenly made a very bold depart from the pro circuit, and I want to offer her a position on my team."

"Yes but why her isn't she a girl?"

"Yes she is but she competes with the guys and still wins! She is that good. And you know what, she draws attention I.. I mean the team will be even more famous."

"Look." Sam said starting to get pissed off "What if she doesn't want to come back maybe she got home and never wants to leave?" She was shouting now.

Jake walked into the room worried about the shouting and the distress etched in Sam's voice. "Are you ok honey?" he asked tenderly.

"Fine." She whispered. Then went back to the phone.

"Look girly, you won't tell her any of this now will you?"

"Hmph, for a... I don't even know what type of a guy you are but you aren't smart that is for sure!" She said fully pinged off now and on a roll, "but you have been tal.." Hang on Sam thought to herself, time to throw him off my trail! "I have Foster as my last name and I assure you, you have been had!, My family is the only Foster family in Nevada and we have no relatives, other than my Gram, and none of us is named, what was it, Anne Samantha Foster! Someone has put a rag over everyone's eyes! I dare you to even try to find her birth certificate, I am 100% positive you will not find her!" And with that Sam stopped, She snuck a glance at Jake and saw his eyes almost bulging out of his head.

"Well young lady I might just do that." With that he hung up.

"Are you ok Brat?" he saw a familiar look on her face and knew she was about to cry, he pulled her to him and hugged her close leading her to the couch and pulling her onto his lap still holding her.

"N-no," she looked up at him, she was fighting back sobs, and "Ja-Jake I don't know what to do" she cried feeling helpless!

"Shhh Brat it will all be alright, now tell me what's wrong."

"That man I was talking to is determined to find me, well Anne." She sighed leaning into him.

"Do you want him to find you?" At her silence Jake's embrace turned hard, "Sam, do you want him to find you?

At Jake's unease Sam turned defensive, she should have known he wouldn't be the same old Jake.

"What do you mean 'Do I want him to find me'?" She hopped off his lap to stare down at him.

"I meant it as I said it Samantha." He too stood up to face her.

She could tell they were about to fight, but so be it, he couldn't tell her what to do!

"SAM!" He called as she turned her back and walked up to her room. "God, you piss me off so bad sometimes Samantha! Get back here and talk to me!"

"NO! You don't get to tell me what to do!" He thought he heard her say a few more words but they were drowned out by the slamming of her door.

Jake slumped back down to his seat, not even engaged for one day and already they were screaming at each other.

Maybe they were as suited as they once were?

SO FAR I HAVE HAD AN AVERAGE OF ONE REVIEW PER CHAPTER! Not feeling the love guys, I am considering pulling the story of fanfiction and just sending the rest of the chapters to the one reviewer who musust like this story Cricky and Morgy 11 and 22. Thank you girls I love your reviews, and I love anyone else who has reviewed, thankyou for your support and if you want the rest of this story just PM me because I think this story is saying byebye to ff.

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