When I tug on it, he moans, and it vibrates through my nipple down through my body. I scoot closer to him and reach down for his hard cock. Holding it in place, moving over it until I find my target. Slowly, I slide down onto him, and I growl. He’s moaning my name. Once I’m completely seated, we look at each other. He smiles first, and I follow immediately after. “I love you so much, MacKenzie.”
“I love you, too, Sam. Now. I want you inside of me. Now, Sam.”
He lets out his own growl and thrusts just enough I feel it in my entire body. I lift my body up all the way and then nod. As I push down, he thrusts up, and it’s complete and utter euphoria. “Holy hell,” Sam yells. “I’ve missed you.”
Moving up again, I slide back down. “You feel amazing. You’re so big.” He thrusts up again, and I scream. “Do it again, please? Sam?” I move up a little and then back down fast as he pumps upward. “Faster.” I pant.
We work in sync, moving faster and faster. My breasts bounce in front of his face until he catches one with his mouth, and it takes me over the cliff into pure bliss. “Jesus, Sam. I’m coming.” And, oh God, it’s amazing. I feel myself throb around him—the pulsing making my orgasm last longer than ever.
Sam frantically thrusts upward into me until I watch his eyes roll back into his head. He throws his head back and groans as he releases himself into me. “Wow.” He takes deep, gulping breaths. “That was just what I needed,” he says with a laugh. “Just think how good that’d be if we were at a hundred percent. Remind me to try that again once my stamina’s back.”
“You think you need more stamina?” I look shocked. “It was perfect.”
He smiles shyly at me. “It was?”
“It’s always perfect, Sam. Because it’s with you, honey. I love you so much.”
He kisses me sweetly, and I realize we didn’t kiss the entire time. “We were both so turned on, we didn’t even kiss. And we love our kisses, don’t we?”
“We do. It’s your lips that drove me crazy until I finally found you.”
“Found me? What do you mean?”
He looks at me with a sheepish expression. “I may have done a little search for you after the party.”
I stare at him, shocked. “You stalked me, you mean?”
“No. I wouldn’t say ‘stalked’ you. I would say I researched you. I had to know who you were.”
“You did?” It’s a little creepy and it seems like stalking. Maybe I should be appalled, but when I found out he lived in Lauren’s neighborhood, I was going to do the same thing. Mind you, it was all Lauren’s idea.
“Come on, stalker. We need to shower off our love stuff and start getting ready for our guests.”
“Right. Removal of love stuff forthwith. Let’s do it again in the shower,” Sam says, smiling.
“Already?” I look down and see that he is ready. “Wow. You are good as new. Maybe better.” I race to the bathroom and turn on the shower. He steps up behind me, his hands on my hips, then stroking my sides. We step inside the shower under the spray, and in no time, Sam is definitelyall better.
CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
NEW NEIGHBOR
One by oneand in pairs, people start to arrive around six o’clock. I invited all of our friends and family over to celebrate. At least that’s what I told MacKenzie. There’s more to this evening than she knows. Much more.
While I’m making the salad, Diane, Mac’s coworker, steps into the kitchen and asks, “So, did you find out anything more about the serial killer?”
I nod. “Yeah, we know a lot now. His name was Conrad Anthony Page.”
“Why do serial killers go by all three names?”
“I think because the authorities or the media like to use all three names. Not sure.”
“Do they know why he was killing women with auburn hair?”
“We know he grew up in Atlanta, Georgia. He had a long history of mental illness, and his mother abandoned him when he was about six years old. Apparently she ran off with some guy—literally leaving him by himself.”
“That’s terrible,” she says sadly.
“It is. A neighbor found him rummaging through the garbage for food. Instead of calling the police, he took him into his home, and that’s when shit gotrealbad.”
