Chapter Nineteen
Sam
I follow Suds at a distance and the moment he breaks down and cries, I do too. It hurts how he doesn’t want me to see him in pain but I understand. Even though we’re tight, I’ve never penetrated his defenses. He always needs to be the strong one, even that time he came down with covid.
While this may make him the perfect bodyguard, he’s also human. Pebbles flying, I scuffle loudly along the gravel until I’m with shouting distance.
Standing, he wipes an arm across his eyes. “Ever hear of giving a man a bit of breathin’ room?”
I circle around with my arms outstretched. “You have the whole damn desert.”
“Exceptin’ you’re five feet away.”
“There is that.” I give him a small smile which he returns.
“Well, ya might as well come on over and say what you’re gonna because after this we aren’t talkin’ about it ever again.”
It’s not very likely but I nod my agreement and take his reaching hands. “Did you call your dad?”
“Yup.” He toes a stone in the dirt, picks it up, and tosses it.
“And?”
“He said he didn’t but sure as hell he did.” Sighing deeply, he scratches his head. “It still don’t mean it was right for her to leave me and my sister. Her beef was with him.”
“But maybe you can forgive her now? How does it go? Don’t judge a man until you’ve walked a mile in his shoes?”
Suds shakes his head back and forth. “Mebbe I can pardon her but what about my dad? And with a gene pool like those two, what does that make me?”
“A good man.” I’d give anything to wipe the anguish off his face and I hate his mother for doing this to him. What good came from her visit? To me, it seemed more to ease her conscience than reconnect with her son.
At the same time, I can’t help but cry out for her or any woman taken by force. I thank all the stars above she didn’t chose to end the pregnancy because my beautiful soulmate would not be here with me. When my arms slip under his and my hands clasp behind his back, some of the tension in his body releases.
“I’m not so sure. Damn. Can you believe my dad? All these years playing the God-fearing Christian and all the while knowing what he did. How am I supposed to reconcile those two polar opposites?”
“I don’t know, Suds. I’m Catholic. We go to mass, stand up, sit down, and say our prayers. We leave the rest to God, for the most part.”
He smiles. “And let Father O’Connell pontificate on the Ten Commandments.”
“Exactly. I do have one suggestion. Maybe you should learn more about what happened. They were both young. Whatever the outcome, there’s one thing I do know for sure.”
“What’s that?” Dark eyes meet mine, melting my insides.
“I’m very grateful you’re here.” We agreed to no sex but when I squeeze him tight, his body responds.
“Sugar.” He turns me so my back rests against the bolder and as one hand threads through my hair, he cups my butt and pulls me into his need.
Our mouths collide, he claims me with his tongue, and his hands slip under my leggings. My sandals fly off, I shove down my pants, and squirm against his large cock pressing between my legs. I lift my thighs to his waist and lock my ankles behind his back. Talk about a rock and a hard place. Pain and pleasure drive me higher.
We kiss more, grinding each other to a frenzy, and shirts come off next.
“No bra?” He murmurs more approvals and kisses down my chest.
A nipple between his lips, he sucks, sending lightning bolts of desire to my clit. Then, he blows cool air across the sensitive nub and licks it to a taut peak.
“Suds.” I help myself to more pleasure by rubbing against the bulge under his jeans.
“Whoa girl.” He unbuttons the metal fastener, unzips his fly, and his tip presses into my wet heat as a huge blue shadow flits across the sand.
