Page 50 of Resisting His Charm
One of his hands leaves my ass, and then I hear his zipper being pulled down. He frees his cock in a frenzied rush and plunges it right inside me. I should slow him down, find out what’s going on in his head. Something is different with the rushed way he’s fucking me.
There’s also the fact he’s covered in blood. I’m assuming it’s not his. I really hope it’s not.
The back of my head hits the door as he relentlessly thrusts into me. “I’m going to come.” His grunt is followed by three stiff movements. “Fuck,” he hisses and pulls out of me. My feet hit the floor. “You didn’t come.”
“It’s okay,” I tell him.
“No, it’s fucking not.” Taking my hand, he leads me into his bathroom and turns on the shower. Then I’m once again pressed against the tiled wall. He shoves two fingers inside me. “You always come, Poppy. I’m not going to stop until you do.”
His lips trail down my neck, then over my shoulder. Kneeling lower, he covers one of my nipples, right through the now-drenched cotton shirt I’m still wearing. His teeth dig into me, and a slight pain followed by pleasure lights up something deep inside me.
His fingers continue to pump, curling up and rubbing that sweet spot only he has ever been able to find. “Fucking come for me, Poppy,” Sammie grunts as he thrusts his fingers harder, faster.
My knees buckle and I feel that blissful edge I’m about to dive off. I dig my nails into his forearms, holding on for dear life. His name leaves my mouth as I come apart.
When my high starts to dissipate, Sammie pulls the wet fabric over my head. He then steps out of his pants, leaving our wet clothes in a pile on the shower floor as he picks up the liquid soap. He squirts it onto his palms and runs his hands over me.
Taking his lead, I pick up the soap and do the same, starting at his shoulders. I let my hands roam down his arms and back up and down his chest. “What happened?”
“I’m sorry,” he says.
“For what?”
“For taking you like that.”
I smile. “I’m not.”
“I shouldn’t have used you.”
“Used me for what, exactly?”
“As an escape.” He exhales, his gaze focused on my breasts as he rubs soap all over them. “I saw you, and in that moment, all I needed was to be inside you.”
“That’s not something you need to apologize for.” I look down at my breasts, where his hands are still massaging me. “I think they’re clean.”
Sammie’s lips tilt up in the corners. “You can never be too sure.”
“You didn’t come to bed last night.” It’s not a question, just a statement. I’m not sure I even have the right to ask him.
“You were asleep when I came in. I didn’t want to wake you up.”
“What happened? I’m not an idiot, Sammie. I know something’s wrong.”
“It’s Imogen.” He falls to the shower floor. I follow, sitting in front of him and taking his face in my hands.
“What’s wrong with her?”
“She has leukemia. She told me she’s dying,” he says.
Fuck. That’s not what I was expecting.“How does she know?”
“I don’t know. She said she’s had some tests done, went to a doctor with a false name and insurance so it wouldn’t get back to our parents. What the fuck am I supposed to do? I can’t lose my sister, and I don’t have six years to go and get a fucking medical degree so I can fix her.”
Inching forward, I straddle Sammie’s lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I’m sorry,” I say, holding him as close and tight as I can. “Wait… People get treatment for leukemia, right? They can treat her.”
“She said she’s looked at the options, and her doctor told her it’s not likely that the treatment will work for her.”
“Well, that doctor is a quack. Sammie, you have the means to get any doctor to take her on. We just need to find the best one. And as for Imogen, she’s nineteen. She doesn’t get a choice whether or not she gets treatment. You make her do it,” I tell him.
