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“What about Dylan? I told Riley I would get her today.”

My back is to her at the sink while I rinse our dishes. “I talked to Reign. My brother is picking her up and taking her for the day and night. She thinks she’s pretty cool having sleep overs like a big kid. I did tell him we’d call her tonight.”

“Reign helped you?” Her voice is quiet.

“I don’t think he told Riley, but yes. The man understands what it means to want to give our ladies the world,” I explain, my shoulders lifting and falling.

Sam gets up from the table and walks to the living room. Her eyes scan the place and my lips twitch. “Yes, I do have cameras here too.”

She whirls on me, her lips parted. “Why?”

“So when you and Dylan are here and I’m working or gone, I can watch over you.”

“What about the other things on my list? A lot were crossed off that you weren’t around for.” Her voice shakes slightly at the same memories that I have.

“I was at graduation, Sam. You just wouldn’t sit by me. But yes, I helped your aunt give you the gift for your beach vacation before school started. I set as many things up as I could for your 21st birthday, just like I did for your 22nd. Allie told me your top choices for college after things fell through with Minnesota and I sent both schools all your tapes, stats, and anything I could to show them how amazing you are. I already knew you were getting accepted to Michigan before you told me you were moving.” I rattle off her list and watch her eyes as they widen, realization sinking in.

“That’s why you weren’t shocked when I said Dylan and I were moving. I thought you’d fight me on it, but you just agreed.” She sighs and rubs her temples.

“Sammy, the college, careers, living logistics, didn’t matter. I’ve loved you since we were kids. I was never letting you go.” With each word, I walk closer to her, my arms wrapping around her and settling her body against mine. Her hands land on my shoulders and her head tips back.

“I don’t know how to feel, Jameson. Part of me is angry that you kept all of this from me. That you manipulated parts of my life. There's so much pain, it feels like a knife has been jammed into my chest. Then the other part wants to let you hold me and forget about the world.” Her eyes fill with tears again. My thumbs come up, wiping them away before they even get the chance to fall.

Leaning down, I press my lips to hers, softly moving them against hers. “Let me hold you, baby. I’ll make you forget about everything else.”

My hands roam down her back and over her ass, squeezing. She whimpers right before I lift her against me. Her arms wrap around my neck and I carry her back to my room. Laying her down on the bed, I gently remove her pants again, before lowering myself on top of her. Her eyes deepen to an ocean blue, and she watches as I kiss down her stomach to her hips. Gripping the edges of her panties, I tear the material down her legs. She gasps, her back arching. I run a finger down her hot slit, and her body vibrates with need.

“Wet for me already, Pretty Girl?”

Her head shakes, but there’s no denying it when I easily glide two fingers inside, coating them in her juices. “I think you like being at my mercy here.”

“Jameson. I need more.” She rolls her hips, one of her hands landing on top of my head, her fingers gripping my hair.

My mouth drops down to her throbbing clit, licking her firmly. She moans, and my hands move to the back of her thighs, shoving her legs wide and up toward her shoulders. My lips close over her pussy, sucking her clit. She rocks her hips, seeking more friction, but I hold her still with an iron grip. Using my lips and tongue, I feast on her, flicking and circling until she’s crying out, her body twisting against the mattress, her fingers gripping my sheets until her knuckles turn white. Even then I don’t let up. My finger slides inside her tight opening, instantly drenched in her sweetness. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers with each thrust, building more pleasure inside of her, while I continue licking and sucking her like she’s my favorite meal. When I can feel her inner muscles tighten, her eyes slam closed and another sob rips from her throat. Sam comes hard, her hips rolling into my hand, riding out the waves of her orgasm as they crest over her.

Her body sags back onto the bed and I slowly remove my fingers, bringing them to my mouth to clean them off. Her eyes flutter and close. My lips twitch in a smile while I grab the blanket and cover her up. Sam is deep asleep within seconds. I get dressed for work, checking on her every few minutes. I feel bad leaving her for a few hours, but I have work to make up from last night. My feet hit the stairs and I disarm the door, glancing behind me one more time. No noise comes from my bedroom. Stepping out I turn, lock the door and reactivate the seal lock and alarm. Things are improving between us, but we aren’t healed yet.

The work day drags by and I spend more time watching the cameras on my phone than anything else. Sam slept for another hour after I left. When she woke, the first thing she did was check the door. I held back a laugh watching her face scrunch in irritation before she stomped back to the kitchen and grabbed a snack. After that she watched reality television and snacked the majority of the afternoon. When she realized that I had her phone, I thought she was going to break the tv. All hell really broke loose. I watched as she surveyed the entire apartment looking for the cameras. I could hear her cursing my name the entire time. Her anger and sass did nothing to help her; in fact, I only missed her more, feeling my body respond and grow uncomfortably hard.

When my last customer leaves, I thank Johnny again, dodging his questions about what is going on. He’s supported my fixation on Sam for years, but even I think he would draw the line at keeping her hostage in my apartment. The only ones who seem to understand are Luca and Braysen, but only because they helped come up with the idea.

LUCA: Still alive, Kane?

BRAYSEN: A hundred bucks says she cut his balls off and fed them to him.

ME: My balls are just fine, Bray.

LUCA: Just blue as fuck.

ME: Anyone have anything useful to say or I’m blocking this chat.

BRAYSEN: No, you won’t. You need us to help with your alibi.

LUCA: He’s going to need a place to hide once he lets Sammy out.

ME: I hate both of you.

LUCA: No, you don’t.