With Me in Seattle Bundle One (127 page)

“They’re gross.” I wrinkle my forehead. “Why would anyone fuck that? Who knows where her pussy has been, not to mention her mouth. Ew.” I shudder and make gagging noises. “Seriously, that’s just not sanitary.”

Leo throws his head back and laughs.

“How many groupies did you fuck in your day? And don’t tell me you can’t count that high. You’re smart.”

“So not answering that question.” He shakes his head.

“No, really.”

“Sam, there are some questions a woman should never ask. Asking a famous musician how many women he’s banged is one of them.”

“Just give me an estimate.”

“How many men have you fucked?” he asks, frowning at me.

“I asked you first.” I grin, enjoying his discomfort.

“I fucked the groupies back in the day. It’s been awhile.” He shrugs. “Who knows how many?”

“But no kissing and no oral?” I ask, remembering what Meg said at dinner the other night.

“No, too personal.”

“Just a quick fuck then.”

“Samantha…” And I know this is as far as he’s willing to take his side of the conversation, so I let him off the hook.

“Six,” I state.

“Six what?” he asks.

“I’ve had sex with six guys, including you.” I smile smugly at him and wait for his reaction.

“You’ve only had sex with six guys?”

“Hey, that’s a decent number. Enough to know what I like, but not so many that I’m like a fast-food drive-through.”

Leo laughs again and smiles over at me. “I’ve had sex with more than six women.”

“I figured.”

“But I’m only having sex with one at the present time.”

“If it were any different, I’d have cut off your dick by now.” I nod. “Most guys had a lot of sex when they were young. You’re a musician. All you have to do is open your mouth and women take off their underwear. What man can resist that?”

“I didn’t have sex with thousands or anything, you know. I’m no Gene Simmons.”

I laugh. “I really don’t care. It’s just fun to torment you.”

His eyes narrow on me. “I think I might need to spank you.”

I sober and watch his strong hands on the steering wheel. “Sing me my song again, and you can do anything you want.”

His face turns to mine in surprise, and then he smiles softly. “You really like it?”

I nod happily and reach for his hand as he begins to sing quietly.

I don’t wanna be your friend

’Cause I’ve already let you in

Every time I see your sweet blue eyes

I know I need to make you mine

My walls crumble… And crumble

So all you see is the real me

He sings the whole song, from start to finish, and I trace the ink on his hands as I listen, soaking in the words.

When I run my hand

Over your perfect skin

I know you see me

And not what I’m covered in

My walls crumble… And crumble

So all you see is the me I need you to see

My pretty red panties are wet by the time the song ends, and I’m panting.

I want him. Now.

He pulls up at his town house and cuts the engine. “I can’t wait long enough to drive to your place.”

“Good call.”

Chapter Thirteen

We barely make it through his front door before we’re attacking each other. His alarm system beeps with a warning, reminding him to put the code in before the police is called.

I so don’t need the police to break this up.

He’s working on my jeans, not paying attention as I slam the door behind us.

“The code, Leo.”

“Huh?” He buries his face in my neck and bites the tender flesh below my ear, sending tingles down my arms.

“What’s the code? I don’t want to stop for the cops.”

“1234.”

I stop and frown up at him. “Seriously?”

“Yep.” He’s pulling my tight jeans down my thighs, and I struggle to turn to the keypad to enter in the code before the thirty-second window is up. I punch in the numbers and turn back to him.

“Step out of your pants.” He’s squatting by my feet, and I lean on his shoulders, bunching the material of his T-shirt in my fingers, while he peels the denim off my legs.

“Shirt off,” I mutter, and he complies and assaults my mouth with hard, demanding kisses.

He pulls me to the stairs as we continue to tug and pull at our clothes, inching our way up toward the bedroom.

“Can’t wait.” He props me on the landing, my feet planted on the stairs, and he leans in and buries his face in my still-covered pussy.

“Holy shit!” I jackknife into a sitting position, watching Leo pull the lace to the side with his forefinger and lap at my labia, through my folds and up to my clit. “Fuck,” I whisper.

“Lie back,” he instructs me, his voice hard and leaving no room for argument.

I love it when he gets demanding.

He rips my underwear in two and throws it over his shoulder.

“You keep destroying perfectly good underwear.” I pant and feel him grin against my pussy.

“I’ll buy you more.”

“You don’t have to. I like it.” I hear him chuckle, and then his tongue is inside me, and my hips raise up off of the stairs, pushing me harder against his mouth. He cups my ass in his hands and holds me tightly against him.

“Fuck, you’re good at that.” And I remember: I’m one of the few who knows that.

He sinks a single finger inside me, and I clench around him, my muscles ready to clench around his thick cock.

I need him inside me.

“Leo,” I breathe.

“Yes, baby.”

I look down to find him watching me, watching my nipples pucker in arousal, my breath coming fast, my teeth biting into my lip over and over again while he finger-fucks me and licks at my clit.

“God, I need you.”

“You have me, Sam.” His eyes are happy and full of mischief as he sinks a second finger into me and sucks on my clit, hard.

I explode, screaming his name and grinding against his face, clutching his hair in my fists. I hear him laugh as he rises over me and pulls my nipples into his mouth, sucking hard and running his tongue over them each in turn, which sparks new contractions around his fingers.

“So responsive,” he murmurs against my mouth.

I can smell myself on him, and damn if it doesn’t turn me on even more. 

“I think I need you in my bed.”

Before I can protest, or even respond, he lifts me and carries me quickly to the bedroom, and lays me, face down, on the bed. Just when I think he’s going to take me hard and fast, he begins kissing me, lightly biting me, from my ass up my spine and to my neck. He straddles my thighs, and I feel his hard cock resting on my buttocks. He’s bent over me, caressing and kissing my back, whispering words that I barely understand through the thick sexual haze I’m caught up in, and I can’t help but lift my hips in invitation.

“In a minute, baby,” he whispers and pulls his large hand down my back to my ass. “You are beautiful, Sam. I love your soft skin. You don’t have any scars or marks on you.”

“Well, just the ink from your marker,” I remind him with a smirk, and he bites my shoulder playfully.

“You didn’t mind,” he mutters and continues to lightly rub me, raising goose bumps on my flesh.

“It was sexy,” I whisper.

“You’re sexy,” he whispers back and kisses my shoulder where he just bit it. “I love your raspy voice.” He kisses my spine, right between my shoulder blades. “I love your soft blond hair.” He kisses my other shoulder. “I love the noise you make when I do this.” He bites my earlobe, and I moan.

“Fucking sexy,” he murmurs and slides down my body, leaving open-mouthed kisses in his wake. He grips my hips and raises my ass off the bed. Finally!

But instead of fucking me, he buries his face in my pussy again and sends me straight into another mind-numbing orgasm.

“Holy fuck!” I scream as he drags his tongue up and down my labia, from my anus to my clit. “Leo, please!”

“Please what, baby?” he asks, and I hear him tear open a condom. Thank Moses.

“Fuck me!”

“Okay,” he agrees and slams inside me, hard.

I cry out again and push my ass back on him, meeting his thrusts. He suddenly smacks my right cheek with his palm, and I shudder. He smacks the left cheek just before he slams into me again, and I feel like I’m going to simply die from the pleasure.

He continues to alternate lightly spanking me while fucking me, and when I hear his breath catch, and know that he’s almost there, I reach down between my legs and fondle his scrotum.

“Fuck!” he cries out and grips my hips roughly, pulling me rhythmically against him as he succumbs to his orgasm.

He pulls out of me, and I fall onto my chest, ass still in the air. I can’t move.

I don’t care.

“Well, that’s a gorgeous sight,” Leo murmurs with a grin as he walks back into the room from discarding the condom.

I open one eye and stare at him. “You broke me.”

He laughs as he settles next to me, rolling me onto my side and into his arms. “I don’t think so.”

“Mmm.”

“Look at me.” I pull my eyes open to find him frowning down at me. “Are you okay?”

I nod and yawn and shimmy closer to him. He runs his knuckles down my face and his expression softens.

“Thank you for my song,” I whisper.

“You’re welcome.”

“Are you going to record it?” I ask, blinking lazily up at him.

“Yes, if you don’t mind.”

I shrug. “I don’t mind. You just don’t usually do many ballads.”

“It’s a badass ballad, not a pussy ballad,” he mutters defensively, and I smile widely.

“Definitely badass,” I agree.

“Go to sleep, baby.” He kisses my forehead.

“Not tired,” I mutter and smile when his chuckle rumbles against my cheek.

“Sure, you’re not.” He kisses my forehead again and sighs deeply, contentedly, and the sound of his steady heartbeat and the warmth of his arms around me lull me into sleep.

***

“No, no, no!”

I wake abruptly, eyes wide, to find Leo thrashing in his sleep, soaked in sweat. The covers have all been kicked onto the floor, along with his pillow. He’s not touching me at all, and the sounds coming from him are tortured, strained.

“Leo?” I ask carefully, not knowing if I should touch him, or even wake him.

He thrashes again and grimaces, as if in pain.

“No, you motherfucker!” Tears begin to fall from his eyes.

What the fuck is this?

“Leo, wake up,” I state firmly, and touch his arm gently.

He recoils from my touch and his eyes spring open. He sits straight up and shoves himself against the headboard, pulling away from me as if I’m going to hurt him.

“Hey, sweetie, it’s me,” I croon quietly. “You’re okay.”

He blinks at me for a minute, looks around the room, and then exhales deeply.

“Fuck,” he whispers and clenches his eyes closed before pressing the heels of his hands against them.

“Leo.” I reach out for him, but he recoils again.

“Don’t touch me.” His voice is harsh. Angry.

Not Leo.

“Okay.” I hold my hands up and back away. “Okay.”

Suddenly, his eyes go wide, and he grips his hands over his mouth, flees the bed for the bathroom and throws up violently.

Oh my God. My poor Leo.

What should I do? I sit still for a minute, and when it sounds like the retching is over, I wet a washcloth and press it to his neck, like he did for me when I was sick. Before I can pull my hand away, he grips it in his and holds on tight, pressing it against his cheek.

“Don’t go. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, I’m not going anywhere.” I sink to my knees beside him and stroke his hair, his cheek, his back. “I’m here.”

His eyes are clenched shut, and he’s concentrating on breathing. Whatever it was that he was dreaming about is still repeating in his mind, and it’s terrifying him.

“Stop,” I murmur and kiss his temple. “You’re safe, Leo. It was just a dream.”

I continue to reassure him and murmur softly, comforting him, until the shudders stop and he’s breathing normally again. He turns suddenly and grips onto me, buries his face in my neck, wraps his arms around my middle, and just clings.

Finally, after a few long minutes, he backs away, and I wipe his face with the cloth, trying to soothe him.

“I’m okay.” He takes the cloth from me and scrubs it across the back of his neck and looks at me, square-on. His eyes are sad, still a little haunted.

“Want to talk about it?” I ask.

He shakes his head and stands, crosses to the sink and rinses his mouth, splashes his face with cold water and then just braces his hands on the countertop and hangs his head while the water runs.

It occurs to me that we’re both still naked as the day we were born.

I stand and turn off the water and take Leo’s hand to lead him back to the bed. He climbs on, and I pull the covers up, spreading them over us, and hand him his pillow.

“I can’t go back to sleep,” he murmurs.

“The nightmares won’t bother you,” I tell him confidently and wrap myself around him, as if I’m protecting him.

“How do you know?”

“Because I’m here, and I said so.” I shrug, like that should be the end of it and flinch when he runs a hand down my back.

“You haven’t flinched in a while.” I hear the sadness in his voice, and I prop myself up on my forearms on his chest so I can watch his face as I talk.

“I just didn’t expect you to try to comfort me right now, Leo. I’m comforting you, and for the first time in my life, it doesn’t scare the fuck out of me.”

His eyes widen, and he pulls his fingertips down my cheeks.

“I enjoy having your hands on me,” I say. “Please don’t start thinking that I’m afraid of you or some bullshit like that, because you’ll just piss me off.”

“So, this is you comforting me?” he asks with a grin.

I exhale and rest my forehead against his sternum. “Big jerk,” I mutter.

“Thank you,” he whispers and kisses my hair, his hands roaming up and down my back.