We kiss and touch, writhing against the wall as I slowly withdraw before I slam my cock deep into Sofie’s core. The shower rains down over us, the drops of water enhancing the sensations, intensifying the feel of her pussy while it spasms and squeezes me.
Her walls flutter as she breaks our kiss, a stifled sob tearing from her throat, her back arching further and her chest pressed against mine. “Sammy,” she gasps. “Sammy, oh god…”
I lose my focus over the way she cries out my name, my hips pounding into hers, my fingers digging into her ass and thigh, my thrusts turning punishing.
Water runs over my face as I lift my head. “Look at me, Cookie.” She moans again, her eyes closed tight, her pussy hotter and slicker than before. “Sofie, look at me. I want to see your face when you come.”
Sofie forces her eyes open and when those nearly black pools connect with mine, everything neither of us should feel or say staring back at me, my balls draw up tight and my cock thickens to the point of pain.
“That’s my girl.” I grunt, my pace quickening. “Eyes on me when you come. I want your eyes on mine while you come all over my cock, want you looking at me when I come inside your tight little pussy.”
“Oh… oh my god… Sammy!” My name tears from her throat in a moan so sexy it sends heat licking down my spine, and when I feel her walls clamp down on my cock, when her pussy gushes around me, I slam into her again and again until I explode, riding out every ounce of our shared orgasm until we’re both twitching and sated.
“Jesus.” Sofie sighs as I drop my forehead to the crook of her neck. “That was…”
“I know.” I nod, wrapping my arms around her in order to keep my girl against me. “It definitely was.”
My Cookie rests her cheek against my temple, her smile something I feel, and when she starts running her fingers through my hair, I close my eyes and breathe her in.
“You said you’d make me yours, Sam North, but I didn’t really think that meant I’d be making you mine too. Something like that means more than even we realize, and now I’m going to have to keep you.”
I just smile and press a kiss to her throat.
I really fucking hope she means that.
Because I know for a fact I won’t ever be able to let go of Sofie Berk.
CHAPTERFIVE
SOFIE
Just over one year later.
I checkover my reflection again, twisting my body back and forth in order to try to see my outfit from all angles. It doesn’t really matter how I look, not to anyone other than me, but I want to look nice tonight.
As nice as I can anyway, considering I’ll be spending a good majority of my night on the back of my boyfriend’s Harley.
I smile the way I always do when I think about Sam North and how that rough and tough redhead is myboyfriend, one that has proven he’s easily the best man I know and is generally putty in my hands. I had no idea that when we met—at a crime scene, no less—my life would change in the best possible ways, but it has, and if tonight goes the way I’m hoping it does, I have every intention of telling Sam I’m in love with him.
My belly flips with nerves at that thought.
I’m going to tell Sammy I love him.
I think I knew the first time we slept together that what I felt for him was different, that what we shared was more than anything I’ve ever experienced before. Sure, I dated. Not a lot, I had boyfriends in high school and college, but none of them made me feel the way Sam does. When I think about him, when we talk on the phone or when I finally get to see him in person, fireworks explode under my skin and I get butterflies in my stomach. Every single time, even after a year together, Sammy still gives me butterflies and I hope that never changes.
I’ve never met anyone like Sam North.
He’s loyal to a fault, protective and fierce. Sam likes to hide it, but he’s actually pretty sensitive and a little insecure. His heart is bigger than anyone else’s I know, so full of concern and compassion for everyone around him, and he’s so much more caring and kind than I ever thought he would be. My man is thoughtful and warm, he’s brave and tries to do what’s right despite the fact that he runs with the club. And he’s totally a closet nerd; a sexy, ripped, tattooed, dirty-talking closet nerd that is into Star Trek and video games and comic books.
Sammy is absolutely perfect and I am so in love with him it hurts.
So, what better way to celebrate my twenty-second birthday than by going out with my boyfriend on asecret datehe planned all by himself, then tell him I’ve fallen madly in love with him and couldn’t be happier with the way things are going in our relationship.
Yeah, ok, so I’m not a huge fan of all the bloodshed, or Sam’s involvement in some very illegal club business that occasionally takes him away from me for weeks at a time, but I’ve accepted what being with him means.
The bloodshed is a part of my job, after all.
And not everything I see is related to the club.
