Chapter Nine
Sam
How is it possible to be so deeply, madly in love with someone that you can’t have? The constant way she denied me at every turn should have my ego and pride busting at the seams to tell her to fuck off, but like the fool I am I just keep fighting for her. I would be lying if I said that the fight was getting too hard alone. I needed her to fight with me or leave for good.
I have always been the type to stand for what I believe in. I didn’t back down in court, I never felt like shit for taking out Tenpenner and I sure as fuck won’t be the pussy I was in the joint when I told her to move on.
It was never that I didn’t love her. That was never the reason. I didn’t need her being punished too. Love forced me to say goodbye. My love for her is all that mattered. I did want her to move on and be happy. If I thought she was happy with that clown she calls her man, I would leave her alone.
She lets me touch her; she loves it. If she loved him, she would be appalled at my touch. Just as I was when that Tatum chick tried getting on me. Hell, that was before I was even willing to try with Mya yet. The night of the party I didn’t know if or when I would see her or what she was up to or in to and still hated that chicks’ hands on me.
I connect my phone to my Bluetooth speaker and jam some chill music byCanyon City. It is fitting that the playlist shuffles ‘Boys of Summer’as the first song. The fucking universe mocks me.
What I didn’t expect was to hear the tires from her car kicking up rocks on my dirt drive over the music feeding my soul.
Round two hundred and whatever I lost count, here we go.
“What the fuck?” I yell out from my porch when she gets from her car, anger etched in every perfect feature.
That’s it. Get mad butterfly, there’s still fire in you.
“You can’t just come and touch me like that then leave me hanging when I say I am confused.”
Fuck me proper, she is in denial.
“You aren’t confused. You know damn well that you will be back with me. You keep fighting it because I hurt you.” I take the few steps down and walk to her slowly. “I know I hurt you, Pet. I know and I want to unbreak your heart, put it back together and you won’t let me. Babe, that leaves us nowhere but for me to move on and let you go.”
The look on her face tells me she was finally fucking listening. “Let me go?” She asks with disgust.
“Yeah, for good this time. I can’t keep doing this to myself either Mya. This is killing me. I have lost everything that matters to me, including you. I wanted you to come back to me, to forgive me and the more I fight the more it kills me when I am still left in the cold.”
I hate the tears that burn my eyes. I am not a crier. Sure, there are moments even the strongest men, me included, cry. But I hate them now. Here I stand begging her to take me back, again and she won’t. She never will. This is truly the end of us.
“Sam…” She says my name and it fucks me up.
“Me or him, Mya.” I croak.
“I can’t...”-
“Choose, right now. Me or him?”
I am close, so close and I silently pray she makes the right choice.
“You.” She says the one word I need to hear and the rest falls away.
I stare at her, floored by the response. I was prepared to walk this time. I wonder if she knew I wasn’t playing anymore. Either way, I need to hear it again.
“Are you certain?”
She nods. “It’s always been you. You are inside of me Sam.”
“Keys.” I say taking one of her hands in mine and the other I hold out for her keys. Once I feel the cold metal in my palm, I hit the lock. Hear it beep and drag her inside.
Mya
“Do you remember that first night in DC?” He asks as he slams the large back door behind us. I wait while he locks the door and jump into his arms as he reaches to lift me.
“Unforgettable, yes I remember.”
“You became something important to me that night and I didn’t realize it until it was almost too late. I won’t do that again, butterfly. I fucking love you. So much Mya.”
“I’m so sorry Sam. You are right I am yours and always have been.” I cry and nuzzle against his neck as he carries me to his room, it is smaller than his old place but otherwise looks the same. My ass hits his mattress before I can comment on the room.
I look to Sam who is watching me like a feral cat about to pounce on his next meal. His hand is on his beard as he strokes below his lips. “I am going to fuck you Mya. I am taking back what’s mine. Like that first night, stop me now because there is no going back once I am inside of you.”
I have no words like usual when he gets in that horny dominant aggressive state that I love. I climb to my knees and strip slowly. Once I am fully bare, I lay back on the bed, my hair fanning out over his pillows. I spread my legs baring my pussy to his eyes and I look at him. “No stopping. This is where I need to be baby.”
