Sam's Promise (Blackwater)

“Sam,” she cried as her hips lifted off the seat. His mind went blank, and all his blood traveled to his dick as Julie began bucking wildly beneath him.

“Yeah, fuck my fingers,” Sam urged as he pushed in and out of her. He moved slow at first, then faster.

“More,” she ground out. “Harder.”

“Anything,” he whispered as he increased the rhythm. When he flicked her clit once more, Julie stiffened. Sam slammed his mouth over her hers and drank in her cries as she came all around his fingers. When her spasms subsided, Sam pulled his fingers free. He touched her lips with his fingers wet with her come. “Taste yourself for me.”

Sam couldn’t take his gaze off Julie as she wrapped a hand around his wrist and sucked both his fingers into her mouth, licking them clean. “Ah, damn,” he groaned, “you’re making it so hard to do the right thing here.”

Her green gaze traveled down his body and stopped for a few seconds on his cock. Desire burned bright in her eyes when she looked back up at him. “We could—”

Sam cut her off with a hard kiss. He slid his tongue into her mouth, tasting the tang of her pussy juices. When he pulled back, they were both breathing hard. “No, this is just a sample. The appetizer,” he explained. “You’ll have to let me see you again if you want the main entrée.”

Her smile, when it came, was every bit as sexy as the woman herself. “Oh, I so want.”

Chapter Six

After Sam had left Julie the night before, all flushed and looking hot as hell from her orgasm, he’d sent his brothers text messages asking them to meet him at the diner the following morning. Now that he had a plan to turn the restaurant around, he didn’t want to waste another second.

Since it was Sunday morning, the diner was closed. Now, as he looked at the four of them sitting in stools across the counter from him, Sam knew a sense of rightness about the proposal he was about to make. The diner belonged to all of them; it was only right that they all took part in bringing it back into the black. Still, as he looked around the room, taking in the long, white countertop scarred from years of use and the red cushioned booths with little tears at the corners, Sam felt a jolt of pain go through his chest.

He could still remember his dad making them all strawberry shakes on the occasional Saturday afternoon. Sam recalled the girl he’d made out with in the far booth, after hours, during his senior year of high school. The place held a lot of memories, for all of them, but it was time to make some new ones. Time to move on.

“I have a plan,” he said, “but it’s a big one, and it’ll take all of us to make it work.”

“Make it quick, Sammy,” River grumbled. “Mom is due to get out of the hospital today, and I don’t want her to be alone when they release her.”

“Julie is with her.” He’d called her the minute he woke up, partly because he’d wanted to hear her sweet voice and partly because he couldn’t get the image of her coming for him out of his head. “Mom’s in good hands.” Sam looked closer at River and noticed the dark circles under his eyes. “When was the last time you slept?”

River sat back in his stool and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’ll sleep when Mom is home. Away from those damn tubes and nurses poking her with needles all night long.”

Reilly glared at his twin but stayed silent. Brodix yawned. “Why couldn’t we meet at the house? And where the hell is the coffee?”

“Because this is about the diner, not the house.” Sam rolled his eyes at Brodix’s pissy mood. He’d always been the worst morning person on the planet. It took him three cups before he was even remotely civil. “You want coffee make it yourself, I’m not your maid.”

“If you were, I’d fire your useless ass.”

“If you’ll shut up and let me talk, maybe we could get through this within the next century too.”

“So talk,” he bit out.

Sam started right in, no sense dancing around it. “I’ve had a chance to look over the books. Things are bad.”

“Bankruptcy bad?” Vance asked, speaking for the first time since arriving.

He nodded. Several curses filled the air. Sam held up a hand. “However, we’re not without options here. I’ve been looking at the property. We own it outright, thanks to Dad’s financial skills, and it’s large enough that we could expand the diner.”

“Customers aren’t clamoring to eat here as it is, and you want to make the place bigger?” Reilly asked. “How does that make sense?”

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sp; “Not bigger, necessarily, but a remodel. I think we should turn the diner into a bar and grill.”

Suddenly alert, Brodix sat up and placed his elbows on the counter. “How? I don’t see a bank loaning us the amount of cash that sort of remodel would entail.”

“I have some money in savings,” Sam offered.

“Me too,” River added as he looked at the clock on the wall for the tenth time. “We might not need the bank.”