I can’t even hold out forty-eight seconds, because the next thing I’m aware of, Sammie has pounced on me, and I’m lying on my back with a hot twenty-six-year-old ex-felon rubbing her body over mine.
“We can’t do more than make out.” I gasp in between fervently kissing her. “Clothes on all the time.”
“As long as you keep buying me more clothes, toys, electronics, makeup…” Sammie demands in between kisses.
“Yes, yes, and yes.” I palm her breasts, tweaking the nipples while she slides the sweet spot between her thighs, unfortunately encased in tight jeans, over my bulging erection. Making out might be frustrating, but I’m going to pay her back fierce after this charade is over.
A gong bangs at the bottom of the stairs, and Jolene’s voice travels through the intercom. “Get up, sleepyheads. Time for breakfast. Braden and Sammie came in this morning. Chow time! Yoohoo!”
~ Sammie ~
I drag out a lingering kiss and slowly lift off Braden’s lap. “Showtime.”
I go to the dresser and reapply my makeup. I can see him rearranging his pants and pressing his shirt down.
“You go down first,” he says. “I need a cold shower.”
“Sure, Daddy.” I wiggle my butt as I slink out of our cozy bedroom. “I’ll make sure to grab you a plate of eggs and biscuits with plenty of gravy for you to soak your sausage.”
“I’m a bacon man.” His voice sounds funny and pinched, like I castrated him. Ha. Ha. Ha.
That’s it! A light bulb pops in my head. If I make Braden hornier than hell, he’ll be bucking to leave as soon as he can, and we might miss Brittney and Ben.
I’m sure the family will watch Ben play on TV, and I can push to leave right after the game, maybe suggesting a more private motel where I can explore my daddy issues.
I bounce down the stairs and turn the corner, ramming into a young man or boy. “Oh, sorry.”
“You must be Samantha,” he says in a voice that’s in between boyish and manly.
“That I am. Are you one of my cousins?”
“Nope. Not related to you at all. My mom’s dating your uncle, so me and my sister, Abbie, are kind of included.”
“Oh, how nice.”
“Yeah. It’s cool. I play guitar and sing backup for him. You do know who he is, don’t you?” He puffs out his chest as if he’s a big man on campus.
Before I can answer, the boy’s mother emerges from one of the doors. “Oh, hi. I’m Lindsay. I’m with Nash, and this is my son Will.”
“Sammie, Braden’s daughter.” I shake her hand.
“So nice to meet you. I’ve a ten-year-old daughter, Abbie, and she can’t wait to meet you. Nash says you’re a math genius, and Abbie wants to work with computers.” Lindsay peeks her head back into the bedroom and says, “Abbie, breakfast time. Sammie’s on her way down.”
“Okay, Mother,” a thin voice pipes back.
“Let’s get some grub,” Will says, leading the way down the stairs. “What high school do you go to?”
Oops. I’m not prepared, and I have no idea where they live. But I’m quick on my feet, and a lie pops out just in time. “I’m homeschooled.”
“Homeschool. Wow! That’s so cool. That means you don’t have to go to school at all. Bet you never have homework.”
“Actually, my mom’s meaner than any teacher.” I make a frowning face. “She makes me study all the time, and I don’t have any friends.”
“That sucks.” His eyes are roving over me, taking in my tight jeans and baby doll top with the candy cane motif. “I’ll be your friend.”
“You will? Will?”
“Ha, ha,” he says, and without asking, he interlaces his fingers with mine. “How about we hang out? It’s going to be boring with the grown-ups all worried about Nash’s grandfather.”
