Courage (Heroes of Big Sky 1)

I want him.

Now.

I arch my ass in invitation, but he just bites the globe of my left cheek.

“Patience,” he says.

“I’m fresh out,” I reply. “Sam, you’re killing me here.”

“That’s the goal.” His tongue slides over the skin where my ass meets my thigh, and I sigh. Then he travels inward, and I hold my breath in anticipation.

Because every single time he does this to me, I have the best orgasm of my damn life.

Every. Time.

But he switches it up on me, and instead of using his mouth, he just plays.

With his fingers.

Which is no less amazing, I have to admit.

“Sam.”

“Getting there.”

Finally, he boosts my butt into the air, and with his hand pressed to the small of my back, he slides right inside of me.

Each time is like the first time.

I gasp.

He sighs.

And we fall into a rhythm of push and pull that just feels amazing. After I come for the first time, he pulls out and rolls me over, pins my hands above my head and slides back in, his gaze riveted to mine in the moonlight as he fucks me wild.

We don’t make much noise. I don’t want to wake the kids. But our breaths are ragged, and when he leans in to press his lips to mine, I know without a doubt that I’m only moments away from falling over the edge all over again.

“Do it,” he whispers. “Go over.”

I have to press my lips together to keep from crying out as the orgasm flows over me like a tidal wave. When I surface, Sam’s there, holding onto me as he follows me over.

“Jesus,” he whispers. “It’s just never enough. Am I nuts?”

“No.” I push his hair off of his forehead. “You’re not nuts.”

He kisses me softly and then leaves the bed to clean up, unlocking the door just in case someone needs us.

Sam informed me that it’s safest to sleep with the door closed in case there is ever a fire. So, that’s what we do.

But the kids know they can come in if they ever need me.

I pull my nightgown back over my head and grab a clean pair of panties.

When Sam climbs back into bed, wearing his boxer shorts and a T-shirt, he pulls me to him. I rest my head on his chest, finally feeling sleepy.

“Nothing like a good time with you to make me sleepy.”

He chuckles. “I do what I can. Wait, does that mean I’m boring.”

“No. Not even a little bit.” I kiss his chest. “Life is not boring with you in it.”

He kisses my forehead. “What’s on tap for tomorrow?”

“Thankfully, Halloween fell on a weekend this year. But the twins have a birthday party to go to in the afternoon. It’s at the bouncy house place. I’m praying for no broken bones.”

“Nah, they’ll be fine. They’re young. Seth was at the fire hall tonight. He said he mentioned horse riding to you guys.”

“We saw him, too.”

“He invited us to come out on Sunday. Does that work?”

“Are you kidding? The bouncy place and horses in one weekend? The kids will be thrilled. It’ll be fun.”

“Okay. Weekend plans are set, then.”

We’re quiet for a long moment, and then his arms tighten around me.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Just glad you’re here with me.” He kisses my head. “I couldn’t do this by myself.”

“And you don’t have to.”

Chapter 8

~Sam~

“Excuse me.”

I crack open one eye and find a little boy with his cheek next to mine, watching me closely. He’s still standing on the floor, leaning on my pillow, staring at me with big blue eyes full of tears. I frown and run my finger down his soft cheek.

“Hey, buddy, what’s up?”

“I had a bad dream.” He sniffles and wipes his nose on my pillowcase. Awesome. “Can I come in here?”

“Sure.” I lift the covers and pull Kevin against me, letting him snuggle down. “Was it a scary dream?”

“Yeah.” He rubs his hand under his nose. “Did you have a scary dream, too?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Because you’re in Auntie Tash’s bed, so maybe you had a bad dream.”

I smile and kiss the top of his head. “I just wanted to be in here. Go back to sleep, buddy.”

He yawns and is asleep within seconds. I check the time.

It’s only three, so I settle in to sleep with him nestled safely beside me.

* * *

“Why are you so moody?” I rest my hands on my hips and stare at Tash as she puts mascara on her lashes, even though she definitely doesn’t need it. “You’ve jumped down my throat twice already this morning, and you’ve only been up for an hour.”

“I overslept,” she says, hurrying through her makeup routine. “I have to have the kids at the birthday party in two hours. We need to have breakfast, and I forgot to get the kid a present, so I have to run out and do that, too.”