“Yeah.” I nod. “It’s very funny.”
“I’ve heard some of the guys mention it. Let’s try it.”
Okay. I start with season one, episode one and click play. Setting the remote on my nightstand, I open the drawer and grasp the bag of red licorice. Lying down, I hold the bag up. “Candy?”
“Love some.” He pulls a few of the twists from the package and starts chewing. I feel his arm wrap around me and nudge me closer. Laying my head on that spot between his shoulder and chest, I sigh. “You good, honey?”
I am now. “Yep.”
“Good.”
As the show begins, Sam runs his hand up and down my bare arm. “When you’re up to it, I’d like you to tell me about your brother.”
And that right there is what sets Sam Griffin apart from anyone else in my life. No one has ever asked me to tell them about Christopher. Not one person. I guess they think it’s awkward or painful. It is. It’s probably why I don’t bring it up to anyone either. It’s too hard to talk about, still. But Chris deserves to be known even though he’s gone. “Thank you, Sam. I will.”
And I mean it. I will. Just not tonight. I’m too tired, and all I want to do is lie here and watch something funny.
As the show plays, Sam laughs, and I feel it rumble through his chest and into me. I’ve seen the first season already, but it’s still funny the second time around.
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Best. Dream. Ever.
It’s the one where I’m warm and wrapped up in the world’s strongest arms. Not only that, one of those big arms is connected to a hand that’s found its way to my stomach. He’s running his palm over my stomach, then down my hip.
“Colette…”
Perfect. My dream man even knows my name. Wiggling my ass closer I feel his hardness. “Yeah.” My voice is scratchy from sleep, so that’s all I can muster.
“Is this okay?” His voice. It sounds so real. Deep and growly. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard
Best. Dream. Ever!
I don’t speak. I merely wiggle into him again when I want to take his hand and move it right down into my sleep shorts.
“I need your words, baby girl.”
My eyes flutter open as sunlight streams through my little window, and I realize I’m in my bedroom. The usual spot for these sexy fantasies. Only, this one isn’t in my imagination. It’s real. Sam is real. His hand is real. His hard-on isveryreal. “Sam?”
I think we just had a slumber party. Too bad I fell asleep before I knew that little tidbit.
“Yeah, honey.” He presses closer, which makes me push my ass back again. “This okay?”
“No.”
Sam quickly pulls away, but I reach back and take his hand in mine. Bringing it back around, I look over my shoulder at him and smile. “You had it in the wrong place.” Bringing his hand down, I place it over the front of my underwear. Looking back again, I say, “I want your hands on me, Sam.”
Without hesitation, I feel him lean closer as his hand slides beneath the waistband of my undies. I open my legs a little to give him room to work as his fingers make their way down and through me.
“So fucking wet.”
I know I’m wet. I can hear it. “Uh-huh.” How long was I dreaming? I feel his free hand on my knee. The pressure there causes me to slide that leg back and over his. It’s opening me up, making room for him to press a finger into me.
His fingers are magic. When one long thick digit slides inside of me, I nearly come from that.
“You gonna come for me, baby girl?”
I moan and wiggle to get closer.
