A/N: Thanks for bumping and showing an interest and thank you for your wonderful comments. They really do inspire me to keep going, especially when I'm stuck second guessing myself as I did with this chapter. I hope you like the choices I made. I'm still not sure about them, but didn't want to put this update off any longer.
12. [NC-17]
He was on the floor again, pressing his back so tight against the wall his muscles ached from the strain of it. He wanted to sink into the wall and become part of it, to be invisible to his attacker. He drew his knees up in front of himself defensively and tucked his head into his thighs. His hands covered his ears while his arms helped shelter the sides of his face.
The angry man loomed over him, taunting him. "They don't love you, Michael. They never really wanted you like I did, but golden boy hated me. Jason knew how much I loved you. He only took you away to hurt me, not because they wanted you."
Micheal shook his head. "No! You're lying! They want me! They love me! They told me!"
A wicked chuckle escaped his lips. "Micheal, Micheal." He tsked. "Son, of course they told you that after you were found and forced back on them by the authorities. They had no choice, but to take you back. It might make the police suspicious if Sonny and Carly admitted the truth and turned you away and Sonny is a bad bad man, Michael. He's a criminal. Sonny and Jason kill people and he can't afford to do anything that might make the law look at them too closely, so they're forced to pretend they want you."
"Nooooo! Leave me alone!" Micheal screamed.
"Michael!" They both called out in a panic as Jason took off down the stairs with Sam right behind him.
Kristina woke with a fright at hearing her brother's cries. She sat up in her bed. She wasn't crying, but she was scared. She rubbed her eyes trying to wake herself. She looked around the darkened room, but didn't see anyone except her brother on the floor against the wall.
His breathing was rapid and the sweat poured from his little body. He squeezed his eyes shut tight. It was happening again. He was back in the hospital room with his biological father the night he died. He'd had that same nightmare for months after AJ was killed, but with his therapist's help he'd slowly learned how to recognize he was in the dream and then take control of it.
"Light, light, I need my light." He whimpered as he cowered near the corner of the room, one hand at a time reaching to blindly feel around the floor in vain. He couldn't open his eyes. He couldn't open his eyes and see the monster that was his father. If he looked at him, then he would see his father's face turn into his own. He'd see himself become the monster his father turned into.
"You're not real, you're dead!" He told his tormenter.
AJ's eyes narrowed to dangerous slits as he hissed. "That's right Michael. I'm dead! I'm dead, because I loved you. Loving you killed me Michael, and in time it will kill your precious uncle Jason too. Who will protect you then Micheal? Who will save you when Jason is dead? Your mom and dad will hate you Michael. They'll hate you for killing Jason."
"No! You're wrong, you're dead! You're dead!" He screamed with all the courage he had left.
It was working.
The room morphed and they weren't in the hospital room anymore. It was now the morgue and AJ's pale body with a sickly green hue lie still on the cold hard slab.
It was almost over, he told himself. Just a few more minutes and AJ would fade away. Stay strong, he told himself.
"He's dead. He's dead." Michael chanted to himself willing the nightmare to end, but it didn't. Something was different. He heard another voice.
"You're right Michael. He is dead. He's dead, but I'm still here and I'm never going anywhere Michael. In fact, I'll be here long after you're gone." She teased with a venomous smirk.
Jason launched himself down the staircase in a near single bound. He threw the door open prepared for a fight as his eyes quickly assessed the scene. Sam hit the light switch on the wall and their hearts broke at what they saw. Micheal's body was curled up on the floor, shuddering violently, his hair soaked with sweat as it rolled down his neck.
"Micheal? Micheal it's okay! You're okay, I'm here. I'm here." Jason told his dreaming nephew as he knelt down beside him.
Micheal tensed even more when Jason tried to pull him into his arms. He kicked and screamed until his voice was raw, throwing punches left and right. It scared the hell out of Jason. He'd never seen him like that during one of his nightmares. Carly had told him they were bad, but he couldn't imagine just what that really meant until now.
He thought maybe he should try to talk him out of it. Jason pulled away to give him a little space and spoke in a calming manner. "Micheal, it's me. It's Jason and Sam." Sam stood just inside the room, tears in her eyes for the little boy who'd been through so much. "We're here Micheal, and you're safe. Open your eyes, open your eyes Micheal!"
"Open your eyes Micheal, open your eyes and look at what your love does! It kills Micheal, and I won't let you kill the father of my baby. He loves us more Michael, and our love will save him from you." Elizabeth seethed over the steel slab where AJ's body lie as she rubbed her pregnant belly.
Micheal looked up and slowly opened his eyes. Jason and Sam breathed a sigh of relief, but he wasn't seeing them. He was facing his accuser.
"I know what you did Michael. I know about all your tricks. I warned you, but you didn't listen and you've left me no choice. You're going away now Micheal. Jason loves us. He trusts us and he doesn't want you anywhere near where you can hurt us. He told your parents how you tried to hurt me and the baby and they're sending you away now, far far away." The nurse threatened with an evil smile.
Jason thought Micheal had awakened from his nightmare. He was about to pick him up when he began talking and staring up at some unseen person. "No! You're lying! You lie! I would never hurt the baby!"
Elizabeth shrugged with a careless smirk. "It doesn't matter what the truth is Micheal. What matters is that Jason is finally safe from you. Look..." She waved her hand and Micheal turned his head only to find they now stood in his living room at home. Uncle Jason was there along with his mom and dad. Micheal watched himself struggling down the stairs with a large duffel in his hands and tears streaming down his face. "Please. please!" His dream-self begged. "I'll be good. I'll be good!"
"It's too late. You had your chance. Max, take him away." His dad commanded harshly.
"Mom, please, I love you! I don't want to leave you again." Micheal cried.
"We trusted you, Michael. This is for the best. Maybe one day when you graduate from military school you'll have learned to be good and we can trust you again." His mother wiped her tears and kissed his little brother in her arms as his dad hugged them close.
"Uncle Jason?" Micheal looked to his uncle, his eyes pleading and full of tears.
Jason never said a word. He simply stared at him with that stone cold glare in his icy blue eyes, the one he saved for the bad people he hated. He looked at Max and motioned with his head for him to take Micheal and leave. Milo grabbed Micheal's bag as Max grabbed a fighting Micheal and pulled him kicking and screaming from the room.
Micheal grasped the side of the door and held on for dear life as he begged. "No! No, Uncle Jason! Uncle Jason, please! Please don't send me away uncle Jason! Please don't make me go away again! I'll be good! I'll be good!"
Elizabeth's cackle erupted in the background as Max snatched him through the doors and he disappeared forever.
Micheal squeezed his eyes shut tight again with his hands back over his ears to silence her laughter, pressing hard into the wall.
"Please don't send me away uncle Jason! Please don't make me go away again! I'll be good! I'll be good!" He cried out through his tears and the sorrowful plea tore at Jason's heart.
"Micheal!" Jason's voice cracked as he started then hesitated to lay a soothing hand on his nephew's trembling shoulder.
Sam had taken a couple steps closer without realizing. His pleas pulled at her heart. She knew exactly what he was dreaming about now, but she had no idea how to help him. Suddenly, she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye. It was Krissy. In finding Michael so distressed, she'd forgotten about her sister. Kristina had climbed out of her bed and up on Micheal's.
"Kristina!" Sam went to her.
Krissy ignored Sam and continued on with her mission. She'd heard Micheal call out for his light, but it took her a minute to wake up and remember. She lifted Micheal's pillow and retrieved the shiny blue mag-lite beneath it and slipped down off the bed and out of Sam's embrace. "Krissy, what are you doing baby?"
"He needs his light." Krissy told her sister as she stepped over one of Jason's legs to get to her brother.
Jason's arm shot out to hold Kristina back. He was touched that Krissy wanted to help, but he was sure he'd have a few bruises from getting too close to Micheal just now and he didn't want Krissy getting hurt.
This part of the dream was different. It was his first time experiencing it and he wasn't sure what to do or say to make it stop, to make Elizabeth go away. He remembered Sam promising to help him. She'd promised to save him from Elizabeth and Sam had never let him down. "Sam will help me. Sam will help me. Sam will help me." He began to chant.
Sam's hand went to her mouth as her tears slipped down unchecked. Micheal was counting on her to save him, not only in his dream but in real life.
Micheal began to whimper again. It was so soft they could hardly make out what he was saying. "My light. My light."
Jason had no idea what he was talking about. Krissy began to struggle in Jason's arms, but Jason held on tighter.
"Jason..." Sam realized what Krissy was trying to do. "Let, let her go." She told him.
"Sam, I don't..." Jason began, but Sam gave him a nod and he released her warily.
Sam and Jason watched as the three year old approached her brother cautiously. She knelt down on her knees at his side and twisted the head of the small flashlight until it was on. Then, carefully, without touching him, she directed the beam of light directly into his eyes from the hole at the side between his bent arm.
"Here's your light Micheal." Kristina whispered just loud enough for Sam and Jason to hear too.
As soon as the bright light hit his eyelids the other visions faded away. He sighed in deep relief and reached out blindly to grasp his little light and kept it pointed at himself. His eyes remained shut tight, but his body slowly began to relax. After he'd calmed and everything got quiet again, Micheal was finally able to talk himself into waking up.
He opened his eyes and blinked at the bright light shining in his face. He turned his head from it to find Krissy sitting quietly at his side. His uncle was just behind her and Sam behind him.
"Michael?" Jason called to him softly.
Michael looked at his uncle with longing and tears, but too afraid to move. In his head he knew it was just a dream when Jason had looked at him so coldly and sent him away, but it still felt so real. Jason could see Michael wanted to come to him, but something was holding him back, probably something from his nightmare. His watery eyes stared deep into those of the boy he loved then he held his arms open to him and motioned for Michael to come.
Michael needed no more encouragement. He jumped from his spot and launched himself into his uncle's waiting arms. He threw his arms around Jason's solid neck and shoulder as Jason hugged him tight. Jason pressed his cheek to his ear and whispered. "It's okay Michael. You're safe. You're safe now and I will never send you away. I love you Michael, and I will always want you in my life, no matter what." Jason squeezed a little tighter. "No matter what!"
Michael buried his face into Jason's neck as he heard the words he needed so desperately and Jason ran a comforting hand over his back as he felt Michael's hot tears against his skin.
Sam had watched Michael hold onto Jason for dear life and cry as her own tears fell for him. She'd wanted to give them a moment, but finally she just needed to hold him too. She stood from the bed and walked over and sat next to them on the floor waiting for Michael to notice her. She looked over at Krissy who had yet to shed a tear, but was obviously shaken. Sam held out her arms for her sister who settled into her warm embrace as Sam gently swayed with her in her lap and kissed the top of her head repeatedly.
Something occurred to Sam. "Krissy, how did you know to give Michael the flashlight?"
Krissy looked up at her sister. "I saw him put it under his pillow and Michael told me it was to keep the bad dreams away. He said if he screamed don't be scared just shine the light on his face, but don't touch him."
Michael turned in Jason's arms and spoke for the first time since waking. "Thanks Krissy. Sorry I scared you. Somehow I got out of bed, so I couldn't find my light. You saved me."
Krissy shook her head. "I'll never let the monsters get you."
Michael gave her a small crooked smile, grateful to have such a brave little sister.
"I'm sorry Michael. I didn't know you were still having bad dreams. I thought they went away months ago." Jason looked down at his nephew in concern, still rubbing his back. Carly had said he stopped having the nightmare right after Dr. Adair confessed to killing AJ and Michael's conscience was cleared.
Michael swallowed and nodded. "They did."
Jason sighed. "Did something happen, something to bring them back?"
Michael ventured a guilty look at Sam and Sam knew right then she had to tell what she knew. "Jason, I..."
"No." Michael answered. "I was just worried about some stuff, but I know better now. I know you love me and you won't send me away."
Sam pursed her lips and was torn over whether to continue, but gave in when she saw the pleading look in Michael's eyes. He was terrified Jason wouldn't believe him, that he would trust Elizabeth instead. Sam decided she would talk to Michael alone again first so she could convince him they needed to tell Jason. After all she'd promised to keep his secret and she felt she owed him that much, but she knew Jason deserved to know.
Jason could tell from the looks between Michael and Sam that he wasn't getting the full story, but he didn't want to upset his nephew any further so he let it go, for now. The important thing was Michael now knew whatever happened in his nightmare wasn't real and that he was safe.
"Are you sure you're okay now?" Sam felt so bad for him and she was so filled with anger at that woman for bringing all of those bad fears back for him.
Michael breathed a sigh of relief when he realized Sam wasn't going to tell his secret. He just needed Sam to prove Elizabeth was a liar first then he'd feel safe to tell. He'd feel safe that his uncle wouldn't believe her lies. He moved from his uncle to Sam and gave her a big hug. "I'm okay. Thank you. Thank you Sam."
Sam hugged him back. She knew exactly what he was thanking her for and she wouldn't let him down.
Jason stood and then they all stood up. "Think you could try and go back to sleep?"
Michael looked at Jason and then at his bed. He breathed deep then felt Krissy's little hand grab his. "It's okay. I'll be here with you."
Michael smiled and nodded.
"What if Sam and I lie with you guys until you fall asleep?" Jason offered.
Michael wanted to say yes, but he was supposed to be the brave big brother and he didn't want to make Kristina think there was anything to be scared about. Sam could see him debating it and she saw him looking at Krissy too.
"I think it might make Kristina feel better if Jason and I stay with you guys until you're both asleep. What do you say?" She whispered to him.
The tension smoothed from his face and he nodded and Sam nodded too. Michael hopped into his bed and turned off his flashlight, but still held it close as Sam helped Kristina into her bed. Jason caught Sam's eyes as she laid down with Krissy in her arms and mouthed thank you to her as she smiled faintly and nodded before he turned off the lights and climbed in next to Michael.
xxxxx
The kids were fast asleep again within thirty minutes of their little heads hitting the pillows. The grown-ups, however, had not fared so well. They remained lying next to Kristina and Michael for another half hour, each lost in their own thoughts. Jason worried about Michael and wondered what he may have told Sam. He knew Michael trusted Sam and he loved the relationship his nephew had with her, but it still bothered him that he hadn't trusted him enough to come to him, again.
The first time was when the nightmares first started after AJ died. Michael had been afraid to tell him or his parents because he wanted to protect them. Jason wondered what made the nightmares return and why he'd felt safe telling Sam and not him this time too. Maybe he was trying to protect him again, but he would talk to Sam and find out. She'd come to him last time after convincing Michael it was okay and he knew she would do the same this time, but he didn't want to wait. After witnessing Michael's dream for himself he just needed to know everything so he could help him.
Sam knew she needed to tell Jason about everything, but she wasn't sure where to begin. She hadn't wanted to tell him about the case until she had more information because she knew it was going to be hard enough for Jason to hear the news. She wanted to be able to answer all the questions she knew he'd have when she told him. She hoped answers might make it a little easier to understand or at least digest, but it didn't look like the news would be able to wait that long. It was clear now Michael had been traumatized by Elizabeth's threats. She was a danger to his emotional well-being if nothing else and the adults in his life needed to know. Sam sighed deep. She was going to have to tell him soon, very soon.
Sam heard Jason shifting. She saw him stand from Michael's bed and cover him before placing a kiss to his forehead. Sam did the same for Krissy. Jason stood, watching the tender care Sam took covering her little sister and kissing her softly and then kissing Michael as well and he smiled to himself. When she stood next to him, between the two beds, his hand found her arm and slowly pulled her to him. She wrapped her arms around him and sighed into his chest as his hands found her back and held her close.
They held each other for a moment just listening to one another breathe then Sam pulled away leaving one arm anchored around his waist as she reassured herself the kids were sleeping peacefully with one more look. She sighed again and Jason could tell she was hesitant to leave them. He rubbed her back in a soothing motion and guided her quietly out of the room. She could still make out the faint outline of their little faces from the ambient lights in the bedroom as Jason eased the door closed.
He smiled softly at the crease in her brow. She worried for those kids as good as any mother. He put his arm around her waist again and gently kissed her temple as they walked out to the living room. Neither were ready for bed just yet. They sat on the sofa and Jason couldn't hold off another minute. "Sam, do you know what's going on with Michael?"
Sam sat sideways with her legs under her to face him. She tucked her hair behind her ear summoning the courage to say what she needed for the moment. "I do. Michael talked to me about it, but he made me promise not to tell."
Jason started to object, but Sam held up her hand. "I know. I know you need to know. I thought we'd worked through it, but after seeing this..."
She shook her head looking past him toward the kid's room as tears built up. "Just... let me talk to him again first, please? I need to explain it to him before I break my promise."
Jason heard the crack of emotion in her voice. Sam was torn between keeping her promise to Michael and doing right by him at the same time. He waited for her to look back at him, but she didn't so he gently tilted her chin to him. "It's okay, Sam. I trust you with Michael."
It felt good to hear Jason trusted her with Michael. It was like Jason trusting her with his own child. That thought made her turn away again. What was she doing? She'd got caught up in the moment with Jason above deck before. They'd admitted to wanting each other, but Jason had other commitments. He had a fiancee and a child on the way.
Maybe he wouldn't have the fiancee much longer, but there was still a chance that baby was his and there was also a chance he might forgive Elizabeth's indiscretion for the sake of keeping his child's family intact. Sam meant what she'd told Nikolas. She would never be the one to break up a family. It's all she'd ever dreamed of having as a child herself and she could never ruin that for another hopeful boy or girl.
Jason watched as Sam struggled with something. He wasn't sure what, but he could feel it pulling her away from him. He could feel her closing herself off. He had to finish what he'd started upstairs. He couldn't let his chance pass him by without making sure Sam knew his intentions toward her.
"Sam." He started softly. "There's something I need to tell you, ask you really."
The anxiety in his voice pulled her from her thoughts. Jason was nervous, but Jason was never nervous.
"What is it Jason?"
He fidgeted in his seat and frowned. "I'm not sure..."
Sam gave him a soft smile meant to settle his nerves, but all it did was make his stomach lurch to see her smile at him that way. "Take all the time you need. I'm right here with you. I'm not going anywhere."
"I like the sound of that." Jason told her as the beginnings of a smile traced his lips and he laced his fingers with hers.
Sam's heart fell. She closed her eyes and lowered her head to keep him from seeing her upset. This was everything she ever wanted, but she couldn't do it, not like this. She took a deep breath. "As much as I want to be with you, I will never be the other woman. I could never be responsible for breaking up a family."
The words hurt like hell, but it was true.
Jason's words were strong, but gentle. "You aren't the other woman, Sam." He took both of her hands in his and she looked up into his piercing blue eyes. "You're the only woman and you wouldn't be breaking up a family. You'd be making one with me and, and my child if you wanted us, could accept us."
Sam's heart fluttered out of control. She couldn't speak. She just held his hands tighter.
Jason needed her to know everything. "I was only ever with Elizabeth that one time and I never actually proposed to her. It was a complete misunderstanding that spun out of control because I was afraid to correct it out of some sense of duty, or guilt. Maybe both, but I was wrong and as soon as we get back to Port Charles I'm setting it right."
All Sam could do was look up at him with such hope filling her pretty brown eyes.
As her brows rose in question, he continued. "I'm calling it off. Emily was right. I could never be happy with Elizabeth the way I am with you and what good would it be for my child living in an unhappy marriage? I can't marry her because I want my family to be with you. I want you, Sam, more than anyone or anything. I want you as my friend, my lover, wife and mother to my baby."
He swallowed hard as his eyes searched hers. "Tell me you want that too. Say the words and I'll do anything, everything, to give it all to you."
Sam gasped through a joyful sob. "Yes, Jason. Yes, I want you. I want us!"
She smiled through her tears, hardly able to believe what was happening, as Jason pulled her to him quickly leaving her breathless as he hugged her tightly in relief and happiness.
"I want us to be a family." Sam continued as he held her. "I've wanted it for so long, Jason, wanted you for so long."
She pulled back to look in his eyes as she spoke those words to him and placed a gentle hand to his face as her thumb traced his lower lip.
"I am yours, Sam. I've been yours from the moment I first laid eyes on you, all yours." He confessed.
"Only yours." He whispered as he gazed into her eyes just before his lips and tongue met hers in a slow deliberate kiss.
Sam wrapped her arms around his neck and used him as leverage to raise herself up on her knees. She couldn't get close enough. She deepened the kiss as he pulled her tight against him.
"Take me Jason." She commanded in a breathless whisper.
"Make me your family. Make me yours." She murmured in a gentle plea and his heart thumped from the love he felt from her in that moment, staring into her sparkling brown eyes.
He pulled back a bit for reassurance when the impact of her words hit him. She looked deep into the eyes of the man she knew she'd fallen in love with and held his face in her hands as she caressed his cheeks with her thumbs.
"Are you sure?" His voice was ragged with want.
Her only answer was a smile as she leaned in and took his mouth in another passionate kiss. Sam felt herself being lifted in Jason's arms and wrapped her legs around him as he stood with her never breaking contact with their mouths. He staggered with her blindly toward her bedroom with one hand out in front to feel along the wall as he kissed her between breaths.
He stepped through her door and turned, surprised he had the presence of mind to lock the door behind them. Sam was in his arms, kissing him, touching him and she wanted him to make her his. She was everything he ever wanted and the thought alone hardened him, but holding her and having her that close was enough to be his undoing. He needed to slow down, or he would never last and he wanted it to last. He wanted their first time to be something Sam would always remember. He would show her in every touch just how much he wanted her, loved her and before he was done he would make every sensual inch of her his.
His knees hit the large bed abruptly causing him to drop her on it with a light bounce. He nearly fell on top of her in the midst of their sexual frenzy, but he caught himself with his hands on either side of her and finally broke their kiss when he stood. She smiled up at him, fire dancing in her eyes and he felt himself grow harder. He grabbed the neck of his shirt and snatched it off with a toss not caring where it landed. His eyes remained on hers and she leaned back on her elbows, enjoying the show as Jason stripped for her.
He lifted one foot to his hands and then the other removing boots and socks. All that was left were his pants and it was at that moment he decided to slow it down and give her a little tease. He ran his hand across his bare chest down slowly to his happy trail and smiled in self-satisfaction as her eyes followed and she bit her bottom lip.
He could see her hardened nipples poking against her soft tee and his thickening shaft twitched to be free. He hovered at the button of his jeans teasing her and the rise and fall of her breasts as her breathing deepened in anticipation caused him to smile at his success. He slowly brought the other hand up and unfastened then peeled his black boxer briefs and jeans down past his knees and stepped out of them.
He stood before her completely naked and hard and loved the way her eyes darkened for him. Sam sighed inwardly, licking her lips as she took in his perfect form. He looked as if every solid inch of him had been chiseled from the hardest stone, especially the last nine inches. She was no virgin or prude and she'd been with her fair share of lovers, but never had she seen one that fine.
His manhood was thick and long with a fat tip and the sight of it made her lick her upper lip wishing it was him against her tongue. It jutted out from his body toward her as if she were a magnet and she felt a tug in her core as her sex clenched in need. A familiar heavy feeling settled low in her belly and she didn't have to touch herself to know she was wet. When his hand gripped himself and stroked she couldn't take it anymore.
Sam rose to her knees and took the hem of her shirt in both hands. She wanted to press her bare flesh to his. She needed to feel him crushing down on her as their heated skin rubbed together in wondrous friction. Jason saw her intentions and stepped a knee onto the bed to put his hand over hers. He saw the question in her eyes.
"Let me." He told her in a husky timbre. He wanted to unwrap her like the precious gift she was.
She gazed into his eyes and couldn't look away. His beautiful blue eyes had grown dark and the raw desire she saw in them captivated her. She lowered her hands from her shirt as she felt his fingers find her waist. He pressed his palms against the bare skin of her sides slowly forcing her small tee to rise. The feeling of his strong hands on her skin sent a delicious shiver throughout her body.
She lifted her arms as he lifted her shirt over and off of her. He could feel the heat radiating from her bared skin as his mouth plundered hers and he crushed her bare breasts against him. She moaned at the contact of his body against hers as his tongue slipped in to suck and tease. One hand ran freely through the raven silk atop her head as it had itched to do for so long while the other slipped down inside her pants to smooth over her bare ass and give it a thorough squeeze.
He felt her hands running over the muscles of his back, pulling him closer as his mouth moved down to her neck. She felt so good against him. He licked, bit and sucked on her hard, determined to leave his mark. She arched her neck and smiled to herself as he sucked. He was marking her, claiming her as his own, and the thought only made her hotter for him. He told her he was hers and she wanted to belong to him too, in every way. She began leaving her mark as well.
Her nipples rubbed against his chest and pebbled as he continued to suck. She felt his erection pressed against her and moved a hand to his front. She clutched him firmly and smiled wickedly when he gasped and jerked as she began working him nice and slow. Her hand moved up and down with just enough pressure to force a little moisture then spread it over his tip with her thumb.
He was losing his mind with her hand on him and didn't know how much longer he could take it before he took her. He pulled her hand away and brought it to his lips as he kissed the back of her fingers with care.
"Not like this." He whispered and looked into her eyes. "I need to be inside you."
Sam bit her lip and nodded as her mouth found his again and she felt herself being lowered back gently on the bed. The fabric of the champagne duvet was a cool and soft sensation in contrast to the fire burning just under her flesh. She closed her eyes and moaned as his kisses trailed to her breasts. He tweaked and massaged one while loving the other with his mouth. He licked his tongue over and around her nipple until it stood straight out and when he gave it a teasing bite she moaned and arched her back off the bed as her hand found his head and held him to her.
He took her breasts in his mouth and began to suck and kiss each one, delighting in the way she writhed and moaned under his touch. He began to kiss his way down as his fingers roamed to her hips and grasped the waistband of her pants. She lifted her hips from the bed as he licked at her belly button and lowered her pajama bottoms and panties. His eyes locked with hers as he did so and she felt her need for him burn white hot. Jason placed a wet kiss on her lower abdomen and brushed his lips gently against the skin just above her sex before sliding her pants the rest of the way down.
Sam brought her legs up to help him get them off and laid on the bed with her knees bent and completely exposed before him. He centered his upper body between her legs and wrapped his arms around the outside of her thighs until his fingers rested near the apex of her mound. His shoulders pushed against her bent legs forcing her ankles to touch her buttocks and spreading her good and wide as he pulled her closer by her thighs.
His mouth hovered above her and her hips undulated in frustration as his hot breath blew against her.
"Jason." She begged as she continued to move her hips in attempt to ease the ache inside of her.
He was mesmerized by her beauty; her eyes, her mouth, her breasts and every inch in between and below. She was beautiful, so beautiful, inside and out and she wanted him, needed him and he needed her. He needed to taste her and to make her ready before he plunged inside her. He stared down at her glistening sex and inhaled with an appreciative growl. She smelled so good, so sweet and enticing and his mouth watered to taste her.
He lowered his head to her pretty pink lips and proceeded to suck her silly. She bolted from the bed as his tongue licked and teased and he tightened his hold against her.
"Jason, oh God." She breathed as she squirmed beneath his merciless assault. The things he was doing no man had ever done that good to her before. He pressed his mouth over one of her swollen lips and worked her up and down like a harmonica as his tongue helped lick and suck her hard and good, so good.
Her hands ran through his short spiky hair then up her body to her breasts as she moaned. When he moved his mouth back over her tender bud, she couldn't help the way she cried out for him. It happened so quick. One flick of his tongue against her hard little nub and her entire body tensed as she exploded into his mouth. He felt her legs trembling against the sides of his head and stayed with her to ride it out. She tasted so good. One feeding was not enough. He needed more of her sweet nectar.
"Again!" He growled against her and began to work her toward another brilliant climax. She was sure she'd just seen stars.
"Oh God! Jason, I, I, I can't." She panted. She just couldn't take any more pleasure. She couldn't take anymore, but, God help her, she never wanted it to end.
He slipped a finger inside her as he slowed it down and felt her velvet heat clench against it.
"You're so tight, so wet." He murmured against her sticky sweetness and the sounds of his licking and her shallow breaths and muffled cries filled the cabin as he sucked her back toward the sweetest of surrenders.
His mouth was on her and two fingers pressing up inside her and she'd never, she'd never... "Oh God. Oh God! Jason!" She cried as she gripped his hair in her fist and thrust into his face.
He'd brought her blissfully over the edge once again and she felt as though she'd landed on a cloud. She couldn't move a muscle other than the ones still quivering from wave after wave of after shocks rippling through her now.
Her heart pounded with love for him and she needed to feel him on top of her and inside of her, but she was too weak to pull him up and too out of breath to speak. Jason had never been harder than he was at that moment. Hearing Sam call out his name as she came almost caused him to lose it that instant, but somehow he'd found the strength to hold on. He couldn't prolong the torture any longer though, he'd waited two very long years to have her that way and he needed to feel her soft walls hold him tight.
He moved over the top of her and between her legs, careful not to put all of his weight on her, then leaned in to kiss her sweet mouth once again. She moaned into him as her tongue tangled with his tasting herself on his lips.
He pulled away from their kiss with a playful smirk. "Think you can handle a vessel this big docked in your port?"
She grinned up at him, biting her lip as she moved her hips and felt his tip touch her heat. "It'll be a tight fit. Think you've got enough skill to squeeze it in?"
He smiled back at her and took her in another seductive kiss as he used his hand to dip his hardness in her succulent slickness then slipped the tip in slowly. She sighed in pleasure and he groaned as he felt her tightness clench and nearly force him back out. He pushed a little deeper with a little more force then stilled halfway inside waiting for her to adjust to his girth.
He was being so careful, so gentle with her and she loved him for it, but she couldn't wait any longer. She'd waited too long already imagining this moment so many times, the moment he buried himself deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him to her as she thrust upward and he sank all the way inside.
"Ahhmmnnm." She cried out in pleasure and pain just as Jason's mouth latched on to hers to help stifle their moans of ecstasy.
He pulled from their kiss. "Are you okay?" He whispered as he caressed her shoulder with his hand.
She nodded with a soft smile looking up at him while her hands caressed his back. "You're so big. You fill me up and you feel so good inside me."
She'd never felt every part of her filled up so completely before, not only how he filled her physically but the way he filled her heart. It was like finding the missing piece of the puzzle that finally made her whole.
He smiled and nuzzled her neck then whispered softly in her ear. "You're so beautiful and you feel amazing, like you were made just for me."
He began to move in and out, slow, at first, and neither had ever felt anything so good.
He stared silently into her eyes as he stroked her deep and slow and she could feel his love for her. She could see it in his eyes as she held him to her.
"Harder, Jason. Faster." She begged and he complied as they found a furious rhythm and she met him thrust for thrust.
Their bodies were on fire and she felt herself melting into him as he gave her everything and more. He felt her walls begin to seize him and he knew she was close. He wanted to see her over one more time before he released himself inside her.
"You're mine now, Sam. Say it, all mine, only mine!" He commanded hotly as he held her face to his and pumped her with everything he had.
His words and the wonderful friction against her as he pummeled her wet heat sent her spiraling into the heavenly abyss once again and she cried out as she came. "Yes, Jason. Yours, all yours, only yours." She told him as her entire body shuddered in violent ecstasy.
Her words and the way her walls clutched him as her short nails dug down his back was an incredible mixture of pleasure and pain that overwhelmed his senses. It was more than he could take and as the sweat rolled off his back he thrust into her once more and buried himself all the way as his seed spilled deep inside her.
He kissed her intensely and she kissed him back just as fierce, both trying to silence the beautiful cries their lovemaking produced. She lie there beneath him unable to catch her breath as she kept her legs wrapped tightly around him. She held him inside as she continued to pulse around him and he kissed her tenderly at the base of her neck, nibbling at her ear.
"That was..." She began then lost her breath.
"The best." He finished for her.
"Ever!" She agreed as he rolled them over so that Sam rested against him straddling his hips.
She nuzzled her face against the hard muscles on his chest and smiled at the way his heart raced for her. He held her close with both arms around her and silently vowed to never let her go.
He lied there with her just like that for a few more moments until their bodies began to cool down and he felt her shiver. He managed to lift them and pull the covers over them and she snuggled into him as he pulled her close.
Jason frowned when he felt Sam tense next to him. "Oh god."
"What? What's wrong?" He said in alarm as she sat up suddenly.
He sat up too not knowing what was going on. Maybe she was having second thoughts. Maybe she regretted what they'd just done.
"Jason, the kids! I was so caught up... We were so loud. What if..."
"You mean you were so loud." He cut in with a smirk and she narrowed her eyes at him dangerously.
"It's not funny." She smacked him on his chest.
"Ow!" He rubbed his stinging nipple.
"What if we woke the kids? I mean they could be in there scared to death right now, Jason, and they've been traumatized enough for one night. What were we thinking? Obviously we weren't thinking." She rambled. "Not with our heads at least."
She searched frantically for clothing and Jason could see she was really concerned.
"Hey." He grabbed her shoulders and stilled her movements giving her a reassuring squeeze. "I'm sure they're both fine. Michael has always been a heavy sleeper. Kristina seems to be too and after the day they had they were both just exhausted. I bet they slept right through."
Sam wasn't convinced. "I need to check on them. I can't believe we did that after the night Michael had. I mean how selfish could I be not to wait a few more days..."
Sam shook her head and Jason frowned at how visibly upset she was with herself. He loved his nephew and Krissy and didn't like the idea of upsetting them, but he wasn't about to let Sam feel bad for one second of what they'd just shared.
"Look at me." He told her as he leaned his head to meet her gaze and she looked up at him full of worry and tears forming. "I'm sure they're both still asleep; but even if they aren't, even if they heard every minute, I don't regret it and I won't let you regret it either. I've waited so long to be with you, and what we did wasn't selfish. It was long overdue and necessary, like breathing, because Sam if I had to go on another minute without having you it may have actually killed me." He tried not to smile at his words, but he couldn't stop himself. The way he said it just came out kind of corny at the end. His words still worked though. Instead of convincing her and setting her mind at ease with something profound, he'd made her laugh.
"That started off with promise, but you lost it at the end." She chuckled and shook her head at him and cupped his cheek lovingly for what he tried to do.
"I knew I should have stopped after like breathing. The last bit was pretty lame." He confessed and she leaned over and kissed him. "It really was, but I don't you know? I don't regret what we shared tonight at all and I never will, no matter what." She smiled and he smiled too.
"Good." He kissed her again then stood up from the bed.
"What are you doing?" She asked as he slipped into his boxers and jeans.
"You won't be able to rest until you know the kids are okay, so I'll be right back." He told her and she gave him a warm smile.
Sam didn't know where her clothes had ended up, but she came across Jason's black tee shirt and slipped it on over her head. It smelled like him and warmed her instantly. She loved his scent, so clean and masculine. As she turned her head to pull her hair from under the shirt, her eyes landed on her laptop. It was sitting on her desk and it wasn't the first time she'd felt it guilt her. She owed Jason the truth and even though she didn't know what all of the truth was yet as far as Elizabeth was concerned, she knew she had to tell him.
She knew it, but she was scared. She'd let him make love to her without being completely honest with him the way he'd been with her and she feared he'd be so angry with her for doing that now. Maybe it wasn't a rational concern considering the significant bond they'd just shared, but she was a little scared to tell him nonetheless. She wondered if maybe she should investigate further before she told him, but worried the longer she kept it from him the angrier he would be with her when it all came out.
"Just like I told you." Jason stepped back into her room and locked the door behind him. "Sound asleep. I don't even think they've moved from their spots since we tucked them in last."
Sam was sitting up on her bed with his black tee pulled over her knees and he couldn't help love the way she looked in his shirt. Her chin was resting on her hand as it perched atop her knee. She was lost in thought, looking at her laptop and Jason had noticed she'd been doing that all weekend. "Sam?"
"Sorry." Sam shook free of her thoughts, but her gaze was slower to respond. "That's good. I would hate to face the Carly/Alexis firing squad for traumatizing their babies."
"You're right. That would not be good, especially when I have so much to live for now." He gave a half-smile and Sam smiled back and met his kiss as he sat next to her, but Jason could tell something was bothering her.
Her eyes kept straying back to her laptop. "You know, you've been eying that thing all weekend. Am I keeping you from some important case?"
Her eyes flashed back to him, startled by his words. "What?"
"Hey, what's the matter?" He smoothed his hand over her back and up to her shoulder.
Sam shook her head and wiped away the tear that fell.
"Sam?" Jason wasn't sure what was going on. She'd just told him she would never regret what they shared, but maybe he was asking too much from her with the whole Elizabeth situation. Maybe she just realized she couldn't accept his child with another woman after all.
Sam breathed a sharp breath. "I need to tell you something Jason, but I'm scared you'll be upset with me."
Jason sighed and tried not to show his fear. "Did you change your mind about wanting to be with me?"
"What? No!" Sam assured him.
"Then it's nothing that can hurt us." Sam had to smile softly at his confidence in her, in them. "So you can tell me, just tell me. Take all the time you need. I'm right here with you. I'm not going anywhere."
He'd repeated her words back to her from earlier and slipped her hand in his and Sam was happy to feel somewhat comforted by his words and gesture. She bit her lip and nodded as she tried to find the gentlest way to break it to him. "I was hired by someone, two people actually, to look into a matter concerning someone you care about."
Jason was puzzled. "Okay, so you're telling me you're investigating someone I know, someone I care about?"
Sam nodded.
"Who?" Jason was curious.
"Elizabeth." Sam sighed and he chuckled.
"Elizabeth? Why would anybody want... Carly!"
"No! Jason, look, I can't tell you who it is without breaking a confidentiality agreement, but I promise you it wasn't Carly." The last thing Sam wanted was to cause any more of a rift between the two of them.
"Then it must be Sonny." Jason shook his head. "He told me Elizabeth would never fit into my life. I knew he wasn't going to just let it go, but dammit this is something I'd expect out of Carly not..."
Sam shook her head again. "It wasn't Sonny either, but please, Jason, please don't ask me anymore names. I promise you that I would never have taken on the case if I didn't truly believe their hearts were in the right place, or if they hadn't come to me with something worth looking into."
Jason's jaw stiffened. He didn't like anyone going behind his back and messing with the people in his life, but he trusted Sam and he believed what she was telling him was true.
"So what did they want you to look into? Why were they so concerned?" Sam flinched at the anger in his voice.
She hesitated, but it was really too late to go back now. "They each had reason to believe Elizabeth was keeping something from you, lying to you about something big. So, I tailed her after her shift the other night."
Jason was skeptical, his tone full of sarcasm. He was upset, maybe with her, she wasn't sure yet. "You mean the night before we left? She worked the swing shift. What, so you tailed her to her home? What did you find? What, did she stay up all night knitting that baby blanket she's been working on? It must have been one hell of a show."
Sam shook her head. "She wasn't knitting. She didn't go straight home either."
Sam swallowed hard. She dreaded what was coming.
Jason's brows furrowed. "Where did she go, the gas station, grocery store?"
Sam shook her head and bit her lip.
"What Sam? What? Just tell me." Jason could tell Sam was struggling, but he was losing his patience. It was something big, he could tell, something that would change everything and he just needed answers.
"She met someone at a hotel. She met a man at a hotel room three towns over Jason. I'm sorry." She whispered the last two words nervous of his reaction.
Jason's face registered disbelief. He shook it off. "No. No way. Why, Elizabeth wouldn't..." But he stopped denying it to himself when he saw Sam's eyes shift back over once again to her laptop. She had proof. She must have proof on her laptop and she'd been debating on whether or how to tell him since she got it.
"Show me." He told her and her eyes met his again and she knew he knew.
She nodded and grabbed her laptop off her desk and sat back on the bed with him as she logged in. Within a couple minutes she had the photos and video cued. "Are you sure you want to see this? I mean, I could just tell you... If you trust me, I mean. I could just tell you so you didn't have to see it."
Jason took a good look at Sam and saw just how hard it was for her. She was worried, worried for him and probably even worried how he would feel toward her for being the one to break the news to him. "Whatever is on here is not your fault, Sam, and I do trust you. I trust you more than anyone, but I just need to see this with my own eyes."
Sam nodded and he felt bad for the sigh of relief she gave because he knew he had been right about how worried she was that he would blame her for it somehow. "Just push play. The video is raw feed with night-vision, so the quality isn't the best but I have someone I trust working on enhancing it so we can get an ID on the guy."
Sam could see Jason tense at the mention of the other guy and could tell it was the first time since hearing the news that he actually thought about who the guy might be.
Sam was silent as Jason hit play on the video. She watched his jaw clench and his breathing deepen and his hands run through his hair as he witnessed Elizabeth groping and kissing another man intimately only three nights ago. He finished the video clips she'd cued of Elizabeth's arrival and both departures and then clicked through the photos. The first few photos seemed to be explicit enough for him as he stopped and stood from the bed and began pacing. She could tell he wanted to hit something, or scream, or both and she thought he might just do it or run from the room to go above deck, but then he just stopped. He stopped pacing and laughed and that reaction had her even more concerned than if he'd punched a hole in her boat.
"Jason?" She watched him carefully, not sure what to do or say next.
Jason just shook his head and looked at Sam and laughed a little more, but it was a laugh devoid of humor and laced with disgust. He sat down next to Sam on the bed again as the laughter slowly died and he fell silent.
She wanted to hold him, comfort him somehow, but she wasn't sure how. She wasn't sure he wanted to be touched. She wasn't sure he wanted to be touched by her right now.
Jason sat on the side of her bed looking down at his bare feet on the floor. "I know I should be upset, crushed even, and I am a little and I'm a little angry too, but more than that this just makes me feel..."
"What?" Sam wondered.
"Hopeful. I know it's horrible, but if that baby isn't mine it means I haven't lost my chance." His focus seemed concentrated on something far off in the distance.
Sam shook her head, not understanding. "What chance? Jason, I told you, I'm going to be by your side no matter how this turns out. You haven't lost your chance, not with me anyway."
Jason smiled faintly and turned to look at her. "I know, but if it isn't my baby it means I still have a chance to get it right, with you. You're the only mother I want for my babies, our babies."
"Jason..." Sam nearly whispered as emotion stole her voice. He pulled her into his lap and she straddled his hips as he kissed her tenderly and held her. She wrapped her arms around him and silently vowed to never let him go.
They sat that way a few moments longer and then he stood and laid her down on the bed. He stripped off his jeans, leaving only his boxer briefs and sat her laptop back on the desk. He then turned out the lights before slipping under the covers and pulling her close again.
They lie there silently, enjoying the feeling of being in each others arms with their legs entwined with one another. Sam's head lay against his chest, listening to his breathing as it slowly synced with her own. She smiled at how attuned their bodies were to one another. She'd never felt that, never had that and despite all the trouble she feared lay ahead, she couldn't help feeling blissfully happy in that moment with him.
A hundred questions should be running through his mind right now and a few of them had. He'd thought about what he'd seen earlier and how he couldn't really believe Elizabeth had been sleeping with someone else behind his back. He'd wondered what the chances were of her baby really being his and felt guilty for hoping it wasn't. He'd wondered who the hell that son of a bitch was she was seeing. Mostly though, he'd just been thinking about how grateful he felt to finally have Sam in his arms. She was with him and she wasn't going anywhere, even if Elizabeth's baby was his and he knew together they would get through the rest. He didn't want to think about the confrontations ahead, he just wanted to focus on the best thing that had ever happened to him, the woman in his arms who held his very heart in her hands.
He placed a soft kiss against her forehead. "I'm so thankful to have you. I don't ever want to be without you."
He felt her smile against his ribs.
"You'll have me as long as you want me." She murmured and he could tell she was half asleep.
He hugged her a little tighter.
"Then I'll have you forever." He told her and it was the last thing she heard before falling completely into the most relaxing sleep she'd ever known and Jason was fairly certain it was the peaceful sounds of her contented breathing rather than the gentle sway of the boat that lulled him to sleep as well shortly after.
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