Page 76 of The Final Storm
He freezes for a moment, his body hovering inches from my skin. “That was…,” he whispers, then kisses my shoulder, pulling himself out. He doesn’t need to finish his thought. We both know how good we feel.
He trails his hand down my spine, across my ass, and down my thigh. I giggle at the tickle. There’s the sound of running water, and I know he’s getting something to clean us up. Part of me wants to get up and move. I’m still on my stomach, my most private parts exposed to him, but I’m sated and happy, excited at the thought of everything we have yet to try together.
A warm rag runs up my inner thigh, and I sigh at his tender touch. He takes care of me - of us.
“Did you see that in any of your premonitions?” he jokes.
“No,” I laugh. “But I saw a three-way.”
His motion stops, and I chuckle. “Sorry to disappoint, but I’m kidding.”
“I’m glad to hear it, honestly,” he admits. “I was afraid to ask if it was a man or woman. Everyone knows you and Luke had your moments.”
I turn to smack him, and I wince a little. Sam tilts his head. “You okay?”
“I’m great,” I say, moving onto my back. “It was nice to not think about everything. When we’re together, it all…”
“Just goes away,” Sam finishes my thought.
“No matter what happens, I want you to have that. You deserve to be adored and loved until your last breath. Even if…” Sam trails off, his eyes leaving mine.
“If, what?” I grab his wrist and force him to look back at me. “If what, Sam?”
“Even if it’s not me in the future.”
“What?” I sit up in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
He takes in a slow breath before he answers. “In your vision… if the dead body at your feet is mine.”
Chapter 26
The Note
“I’msogratefultoyou all,” Gemma says. It’s morning, and we’re ready to leave. “Milo can be a difficult man, but he won’t say no to those boys. There’s still a boat there, and Milo can bring himself back.”
I’m still of the mind that Milo is a grown man who makes his own decisions, but I promised the boys. If he comes or not, we have to stop by the island. All we can do is try. It’s his funeral, and even though I can’t bear the thought of the boys losing another person they love, he’s responsible for the outcomes of his decisions.
Lori gives Morgan to Tucker, and he holds her like a professional. These boys are all truly something special.
We’re walking on the grated pathways on our way to the slips. I’m eager to move from this spot. Nothing good happens on these walkways.
The other boys sprint back and forth around us, backpacks on their backs, along for whatever ride we take them on today.
“I borrowed some medicines and sedatives,” Luke tells us.
“Borrowed or stole?” Lori raises an eyebrow.
“Meh,” he shrugs, not answering her. “Maybe we can put him under and drag him on the boat. Either way, it can’t hurt.” He gives Lori a devilish wink.
“That may be the only way,” Gemma adds. I almost laugh at the statement, but she’s desperate. I understand, and although this may be borderline kidnapping, I agree he should be off that island, especially with the storm crawling closer north by the minute.
We reach the doorway to the boats, and the noise grows. It’s difficult to talk over the creaks of metal and rushing water. “We owe you, Gemma, so we’ll do our best. I promise.”
She hugs Sam and turns to me. I set my bags down at my feet, thinking about how I’ve stolen a few things from this place myself. We’ll need every advantage I can give us.
“You know how to make the baby’s formula?” she asks. I nod in response, also knowing I stole some of that. “You’ll get him. I can feel it, can’t you?” She touches her stomach and then touches mine. “Here.”
I bite my lip and think, trying to distinguish the sensations rushing through me.
