Page 45 of Resisting His Charm
“Yes.”
“Okay.” I get Casper into a nice trot. Nothing too fast because I really am paranoid that I’m going to hurt Sammie’s little sister and he’ll never forgive me.
We ride straight past the guys. I look back to see Sammie standing and staring after us. I maneuver us around, slow down, and come to a stop right in front of him.
“You okay?” He looks from Imogen and then to me, so I’m not sure who he’s asking.
“This is so fun. You have to try it!” Imogen announces.
“You want a ride?” I grin at Sammie.
A heated look crosses his face and his lips tip up. I lift a brow, daring him to say what’s on his mind.
“Not the horse,” he grunts before looking to his sister. “Imogen, the guys are awake back at the house.”
“Oh, good. Help me down. I’m going to head off.” She holds out a hand to Sammie, and he effortlessly pulls her down from the horse. Imogen wobbles a little when she touches the ground.
“Whoa, what’s wrong?” Sammie asks her.
“Nothing. I just lost my balance.” She shakes off his hold. “Joel, walk me out to my car?” Leaning up on her tiptoes, she kisses her brother’s cheek. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, Sammie J. I won’t wait up for you.”
“I’ll walk you out,” Sammie insists.
“No need. It’s just through the house.” Imogen is already strutting off.
“I’m going to go put Casper away,” I say. “Walk with me?”
“Sure.” Sammie escorts me all the way to the stables. He’s quiet as he scrolls on his phone while I get Casper settled again.
“You don’t have to stay,” I tell him, making sure the latch is on the door before walking out.
“Why wouldn’t I stay?”
“I can see you’re worried about your sister. You can go with her.”
“Imogen is fine. And I have plans for you. You ready to go?” he asks.
“So ready. I need a shower and maybe a cup of tea and my bed.” I sigh. It’s been a really long day. “Oh, and an orgasm or two somewhere between all that.” I smile.
Sammie takes hold of my hand. “Done. Let’s go say goodbye to your cousins and then get in your car and over to your house.”
The hot water runs down my spine. My head falls back against the tiles as Sammie kneels between my legs, his tongue sliding through my folds.
“Fuck.” My fingers tangle in his hair. My knees buckle.God, he’s good at this.
As soon as we walked through the door, he led me into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He stripped us both down and started washing me. Literally got my loofah and spread suds all over my body. It was a delicious form of torture. When he kneeled in front of me, my thighs spread like they had a mind of their own.
Sammie picks up my right leg, putting it over his shoulder. Opening me completely. Two of his fingers push into my pussy while his mouth latches on to my clit. Sucking, licking, nibbling.
“Shit, if you keep doing that, I’m going to come,” I tell him.
“That’s kind of the plan here, babe,” he says, looking up at me.
“Well, don’t stop.”
He gets back to work, those fingers hooking up and rubbing that hidden spot deep inside me. His tongue flattens against my clit, and my hips gyrate into his face. Seconds later, I’m coming apart.
Once my legs are stable enough, Sammie stands with a proud look on his face.
