“My grandparents built it, not me,” I said mildly. “My parents own it now. Pull up to the intercom. My fob is stuck in my car somewhere.”
Sam pulled up to the intercom and rang the bell. When I heard Marta’s voice a few minutes later I leaned over to let her know it was me. The gate opened and Sam drove slowly up the long, circular drive to the front of the house. I saw her lip curl as she drove around the fountain to park in front of the door.
She came to a stop, putting the truck in park. “Here you go.”
“Thanks for the ride,” I said. “And everything else. Especially the everything else. That was my favorite part.”
Her face turned the tiniest bit of pink, but her voice remained neutral. “No problem. I’ll see you at work on Monday.”
“You will,” I promised.
I slid across the bench seat and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek. “Dream of me this weekend. I know I’ll dream of you.”
I slid down from the truck before she could answer, and when I got to the door, my mother was standing there staring at Sam’s truck like someone had dumped a pile of trash in the driveway. Ignoring her, I watched as Sam drove back to the gate, then pressed the button by the door to open the automatic gate so she could get out again. As soon as she cleared the gate the truck lurched forward as if she’d slammed on the gas.
“Where have you been?” my mother asked. “And who on Earth was that?”
The way she said ‘that’ made her disapproval clear.
“I wasn’t aware that I needed to report my comings and goings to you Mother,” I said, my tone just as icy as hers. “Or who I spend time with.”
“If you’re going to be away overnight, at least have the courtesy to let us know.”
“You didn’t even know I wasn’t here,” I pointed out. “If you did, you would have texted me and I would have told you I was stuck at the jobsite because a tree blew over in the storm, blocking the road and wrecking my car.”
The house was so big it wasn’t unusual for us to go days without seeing each other. It’s one of the reasons I’d continued to live here as long as I did. Dinner was served every night at exactly six-thirty, and we had an unspoken agreement that whoever was home would join the rest of the family for dinner. Other than that, I saw my mother at the office more than I did at home.
Her frown deepened. “You just got that car and it’s ruined already?”
She said this like I was a kid who’d carelessly wrecked a toy.
“I didn’t really have any control over the tree falling on it, Mother. Fortunately no one was hurt. I was just leaving when it happened and if I’d been moving a little faster I’d likely be dead right now.”
“What happened?” my father asked from the hallway, catching the tail end of the conversation. Based on the way he was dressed, he’d just come back from playing golf.
I repeated the story and he moved closer, giving me a one-armed hug. Dad was always the more affectionate parent. Well, the only affectionate parent. Mom hated to show emotion, she considered it weakness.
“I’m glad you’re okay kiddo, and that you had someplace safe to spend the night,” Dad said. “Do you want me to have my assistant order you a new car?”
“Thanks Dad, I can take care of it.”
Tired and feeling grubby after my long night at the Victorian, I went up to my room to take a nice long bubble bath in my jacuzzi tub. Sinking beneath the bubbles, I replayed every moment of last night’s sleepover in my mind.
I closed my eyes and moved my hand down my body to slip between my legs. I pictured Sam’s head between my thighs, imagined her spearing me with her tongue. Last night had been the best sex of my life, hands down. We hadn’t had the usual awkwardness that you generally experienced your first time with someone. There was no bumping of body parts or questionsabout what felt good. We’d been almost perfectly in sync, instinctively knowing how to wring maximum pleasure out of each other’s bodies as if we’d been together for years.
But it was more than that. We’d shared an intimacy last night, and despite her frosty demeanor this morning, I felt closer to Sam now than I ever had.
Bending my knees for better leverage, I circled my clit with my fingers, daydreaming of Sam. My body was hot and needy despite the fact that we’d had sex less than eight hours ago. Desperate for more, I sat up to reach into the vanity, extracting a waterproof vibrator from the drawer. Turning it on, I settled back in the water and slid it inside my body. I was already wet enough that it slid in easily. I let the toy do its thing while I returned my attention to my clit, circling it roughly with my fingers.
“Sam,” I whispered. “Sam.”
My body stiffened as the orgasm hit me, and I thrashed around in the water, chasing the pleasure until I’d finally had enough. After I was done, I rested in the bubbles, letting the warm jets of water relax my tired muscles.
By the time I got out, I was dead on my feet, so I decided to take a nap. I slipped between the sheets totally naked, too tired to get dressed. My last thought before I succumbed to sleep was to wonder what Sam was doing right now.
Sam
Ispent most of Saturday afternoon pacing around my apartment, much to Leo’s annoyance. He was already upset that his breakfast was late, and the instant I walked in a little after noon he was yowling at me in outrage. Even giving him some of his favorite mackerel treats hadn’t satisfied him.
