Never Let You Go (10 page)

However, after all this time, he still had some deep-rooted psychological issues, both in regards to being wheelchair bound and his facial scars. The scars on his arm were easily covered by shirt sleeves, but the side of his face was always visible. Because of this, we rarely left the house for social occasions.

One evening, we had Trent and Linda over for dinner and drinks. After eating, Linda and I caught up with each other, being our own catty selves. I asked her if she has ever heard from Graham.

“I had an email from him a few weeks after I got here. He wanted to know when I’m coming back. Seems his new girlfriend dumped him because he wasn’t taking care of her. He thought we may be able to make a go of it if I came back.” Linda said.

“Trent and I had an idea, and I want to get your thoughts. It’s soon going to be one year since you and Sam starting going out. We thought it would be a great idea to have a big dinner together at some restaurant.”

“I like it, but there may be a problem with Sam. You know he doesn’t like going out in public.”

“Trent is talking to him about it now.”

When I went out to the living room, both our men seemed to be well engaged in conversation. Sam saw me and motioned for me to come sit next to him. “Trent has a good idea,” Sam said.

“Yeah, I told Sam about having a one year anniversary shindig and, after I threatened to roll him down the highway, he agreed.”

“I’ve been twisting his arm for the last few months and couldn’t do it. How did you?”

“A few threats. I was going to kick his ass, but what good would it do? Seriously, he agreed quickly, saying he’d be there for you,”

“When is this going to happen?”

“Two weeks from now. I’m going to make the reservations tomorrow at Nick’s Barn. Don’t worry, I have everything taken care of,” Trent said.

* * * *

On the day we were to go, Sam’s legs acted up, and he had spasms all day. By evening, however, he said he felt better and wanted me to help him get ready. We dressed and Trent picked us up in the van with Linda.

As they seated us, my dad appeared, coming from the lounge. I think I knocked over my chair running to him. I hadn’t seen him in over a year, but knew he was doing his best to support whatever I wanted.

“How did you get here?” I asked him.

“I got a notice in the post from Sam, telling me to pick up my ticket yesterday. How could I not take advantage of such a nice offer to visit my daughter?”

“Sam, you did this?” I asked.

“The court settlement will be done soon, and I asked Martin if he would front the money for your dad’s flight. By the way, it seems Martin and Mom are somewhat of an item now. They should be here any time.”

Minutes later, I caught something out of the corner of my eye, coming from the kitchen. When I turned to look, I saw Carlo’s smiling face. I rushed to him and jumped in his arms, kissing all over his face.

“Mia Bella, Mia Bella! My wife, remember my wife,” he said.

“I’ll kiss her too. When did you get here?”

“But a few hours ago. I’ve been in there,” he pointed over his shoulder to the kitchen, “comparing recipes with Monsieur Ponds, the chef.”

“I’m so happy to see you, and I don’t think I ever really thanked you for what you’ve done for me.”

“For you? No, I did it for Sam,” he said, winking.

We sat down to a lovely meal and conversation. Sam had arranged for all of us to have a private room, and I took some time to look around, seeing all of our friends happy and talking with each other. Sam turned towards me to answer Trent’s question, who sat behind me. I gazed at Sam’s face, taking in how much more animated he was. Innocently, I reached over to push a lock of his hair off his forehead and suddenly realized everyone had stopped to look at us.

“You’re absolutely beautiful,” Sam said. He leaned over and kissed me, which got a cheer from our friends.

The dinner lasted well into the evening, most of our time spent on catching up with each other. My dad and I took a little walk to have a private moment. As we walked, he took my hand and gave it a squeeze now and then, until he stopped to talk with me.

We walked and talked for a few more minutes and went back to the table, where I walked up to Sam and put my hands on his shoulders. He looked back at me, took my hand off one shoulder and pulled me around, as he wheeled himself away from the table so I was in front of him.

“Did you get what I asked for?” Sam asked Trent, who nodded. Sam took something from him, then looked up at me, smiled, and opened the box, where I saw a solitaire diamond ring. He took it out of the box.

All of us went into the lounge to celebrate. Dad looked at the shelf behind the bar and said, “Is there any brand they don’t have?”

Sam rolled up near him. “Dad, pick anything you want, we’re celebrating.”

That started an hour of congratulations, hugs and more than a few drinks. Trent satisfied himself with water, refusing to drink, so he could drive. The rest took cabs back to their residences and Dad to his hotel. He said he was tired after the overseas flight and needed some sleep.

All the way home, I kept bringing the ring up to my eye, not only to look at it, but also trying to comprehend the full impact of what happened. I stepped from the van and waited for Trent to help Sam out.

“I wanted to ask you as soon as I got back to London. I had it all planned out up here,” Sam said, pointing to his head. “Until you and Linda knocked some sense into me; it wasn’t on my mind until recently. However, the past few weeks with you have been some of the best we’ve had, including those torrid London weekends. I’ve been looking at you with new eyes, and I can’t see me with anyone else. There’s no one else I want.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“I do know. We talked. He and I have something else working. As soon as the legal issues are settled, I’m taking you to London and Paris for our honeymoon. It may not happen tomorrow, but we’ll do it as soon as possible. We’re going to take a little of the settlement money and buy an attached home—a duplex for him.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“We…it’s ‘we’ now, not me or you. And, yes, we have to do that so we have a place to stay when we visit.”

I pulled my shirt over my head, took off my panties, and turned out the main light, leaving a soft glow coming from the bathroom. Naked, I lay next to Sam, turned towards him, and drew rings around his nipples.

“I love you,” I said, leaning down to give Sam a quick kiss. He pulled me back for another, deeper kiss, holding the back of my neck to bring me to him.

I turned more in Sam’s direction, and he towards me, running his hand down my side, over my hips and back, ending with his hand against the side of my breast, his thumb caressing the nipple.

In return, I gently rubbed his chest and moved my hand down over his stomach, knowing exactly, as lovers do, where he likes to be touched and knowing, all too well, the demarcation of his paralysis.

Sam slowly glided his hand lower, past my bellybutton and gently over my mons. My heart beat faster, anticipating his fingers sliding over my crease and penetrating my vulva. My breaths quickened, wanting to be touched, wanting my Sam, anxious to feel his fingers, wet with my juices. I spread my legs further apart, signaling to him. The air scented with our sex, my senses hyper-vigilant, I wanted everything.

I moved my hand over Sam’s stomach, knowing he likes the touch. I kissed him deeper, drawing his tongue into my mouth and holding it but a second, waiting for him to bring mine inside his.

Not only was my pussy wet, but also the tops of my thighs. I love the feeling of my Sam inserting his fingers and slowly rubbing small circles inside me, wanting him to go deeper, wanting him to go faster—wanting him. I slid my hand over Sam’s belly, across and under the demarcation marked by the elastic band of his pajamas.

As I glided lower over his skin, Sam’s hands suddenly stopped, and he pulled his mouth away raising himself up on an elbow and forearm.

“I…I can feel you,” Sam said in a shaky voice. “I can feel you. Do something. Move your hand over it, stroke it, just do something.”

I slowly stroked his cock, reveling in the touch. Knowing immediately what I wanted to do, I got up and brought over some supplies, removed Sam’s catheter and washed him, making certain I kept him aroused the entire time.

I slipped his cock deeper in my mouth—my emotions going into overdrive—reclaiming that which I thought was lost. Tears clouded my eyes, making it difficult to see Sam’s beautiful face. All the last difficult months were falling away.

I wanted to make him come. I wanted him to feel the pleasure he’s given to me. Cupping his balls, I quickened my pace, waiting for him to fill my mouth. I wanted to taste my Sam.

All I could do was nod my head as I put one of my legs across his hips. Holding his cock, I lowered myself onto him, taking him inside me. I rocked my hips and started moving up and down on him, while I used my hands on his chest to brace myself.

Sam reached down, took my wrists in his hands and pulled me towards him so we could kiss. I stopped for a minute, held still, laid my head on his shoulder, realizing the feel of him inside me and enjoyed his hands gliding over my back and over my ass.

We used to lie this way in London, treasuring the sensations we gave by rubbing our hands over each other. Then I felt his cock moving slowly back and forth, as he used to do, enough to remain hard, but not enough to hurry our lovemaking.

I sat up and stared at him. He could move his hips. He was; I could feel him, and he could feel me. Even though the movement was small, it aroused me immediately. Without words, we both moved our hips, and my stomach tightened, the coil wound, and I knew I was going to come. Sam knew it as well.

He moved quicker, and his thrusts were deeper, pushing against my clit, pushing me along the wave, taking me along with him. Nothing existed but the two of us as we quicken our lovemaking. I see the sheen on his face and feel the sweat on his body and mine.

“Oh, God,” I cried, as my legs start vibrating, my stomach tightening more.

“Come for me, baby.”

My body demanded release. I wanted to come, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t push myself over the top. I ground my clit against Sam, hoping it would help me, my arms shaking, needing, needing, needing…