Page 114 of Bulletproof

On the ground, on his back, he gulped for air like a fish out of water.

“Don’t fuck with me. I don’t like it, and I know your mother.”

“Shit,” he barely got out. “You do know my mother.”

I looked down at him.

“Jesus, you know my whole family.”

“Why is this a revelation?”

He didn’t get off the ground. I doubted he could manage it, but he tilted his head to really look at me.

“What?”

“Holy shit.”

He was having some sort of epiphany there on the veranda, but honestly, I didn’t really care. I had some sightseeing I wanted to do, and I needed to get started.

“Jory!”

I looked back over to where Aaron was and saw that Jaden had joined him. He was the one who had yelled—the new man in my ex’s life—and I noticed instantly that his face was lit up, and he was smiling so wide, so happily. He looked like a little kid, unguarded and joyful. He was pointing down the beach, and when I looked to see what had drawn his interest, I saw him. There, walking toward the veranda, was Sam Kage.

“Oh shit!” I yelled and ran.

Anger forgotten, Hayes forgotten, nothing mattered at all except reaching Sam. All I saw was Sam.

Sam.

He had changed, so he must have found or been directed to my room because he was in a short-sleeved shirt and cargo shorts that I knew well, and had packed for him, and he was barefoot.

Normally, Sam’s skin was a light tan, but in the sun, if we stayed for several days in Hawai’i, he would turn a warm honey brown. I had seen it when we took a vacation to Florida the year before to visit some old friends of his. I couldn’t wait to watch him bake on the beach and, even more, just have him close so I could see him.

As it was, him coming toward me, shirt open, fluttering in the breeze, he looked amazing. His hair was shorn into a military buzz cut, all the fake black hair gone so all you noticed now were the chiseled features, the long and straight nose, full lips, and strong, square jaw. He looked massive, striding closer, with his broad shoulders, bulging biceps, triceps, the carved chest, and rippling torso. I loved his fuzzy legs, long and hard with thick muscle. My mouth watered just looking at the man.

“Come here!” he yelled at me.

I realized I had stopped moving to admire him, and he wanted me there, with him. When I was close, I launched myself into his arms.

He caught me easily, plucked me from the air, and crushed me against him, pressing his face down in my shoulder.

“You’re early.”

“I told them I was out. There was no reason to stay.”

I trembled in his strong arms, loving the feel of him, his warmth, his size. He carried me around the side of the building, away from prying eyes, and shoved me up against the wall, pinning me there. I lifted when he bent to kiss me, thrilled as he slanted his mouth down over mine. Parting my lips, I moaned loudly as our tongues tangled, rubbing, pressing. The kiss got hot so fast, deep and ravaging, and one of his hands sank into my hair, the other grabbing my ass hard. I could feel the need in him, and when he lifted me, I wrapped my legs around his hips.

“I came to find you,” he said, his voice husky as his hot breath touched my ear.

He ran his nose down the side of my neck, nibbling, sucking, licking, driving me right out of my mind.

I was shaking, my entire body heating, flushed with arousal, so that when his hand moved between us, under the waistband of my board shorts, I whimpered out his name.

“Already leaking, J,” he said with a chuckle, the rumbling sound so sexy and sultry that I couldn’t help but shove my throbbing dick into his fist.

“Sam,” I gasped, letting my head fall back as he kissed up the column of my throat. “Just spit in your hand and fuck me,” I pleaded, my back bowing as I felt my body start to ignite.

“Yeah, no,” he told me, fisting his hand in my hair, stilling me before he savaged my mouth, kissing me breathless.