Samantha
They were huddled around one of the kegs, cups in hand, talking to each other, seemingly unaware of the girls hovering around and eyeing them with obvious interest.He looked so cool and at ease. I began to wonder if maybe I should tell him how I felt. Maybe Jessica was right…what better time would there ever be?Maybe I was drunker than I’d thought.Whatever. Alcohol might be just what I needed to gain the courage to talk to him.“Okay.” I nodded.Jessica appeared surprised. “Okay?”“Yeah!” I clapped my hands together, pumping myself up. “Yeah, I’m going to do it. You’re right! Why not? Why shouldn’t I tell him how I feel?”“Hell, yeah!” Jessica declared. “That’s my girl! What are you going to do, exactly?”I pondered that question a moment before saying, “I’m…not sure. I think I’ll probably just wing it?”Jessica nodded in approval. “Love it. Flawless. Now, get on over there and get your man.”She shoved me forward. After a few seconds of stumbling, I regained my balance and kept walking toward Ryan. Jason was distracted talking to a girl, so I walked right up to Ryan, who was getting more beer from the keg, without incident.“Hey!” I exclaimed, stopping next to him.He furrowed his brow and gave me a confused smile. “Hey, what’s up?”“Not much,” I replied with a shrug, fighting down another giggle that was bubbling up within me. “What’s up with you?”“Not too much,” he answered.“Are you happy to be home?”A strange expression flashed across his face. I wasn’t able to tell what it was, it was there and gone again so fast, but it wasn’t a happy expression.“It’s fine.” He shrugged, his tone a bit strained.I frowned in concern and put a hand on his arm without thinking. I got momentarily distracted by the firmness of his bicep and gave it a small squeeze.He glanced down at my hand with an amused, little smile and then looked back up at me.“I’ve been working out,” he teased. “Can you tell?”I blinked and realized I was basically just feeling up his arm at that point.“Sorry,” I murmured, though I didn’t drop my hand. “I’m trying to comfort you.”He chuckled softly. “I appreciate the concern, but I promise, I’m okay.”“Are you sure? You’ve got that wrinkle in your forehead that you always get when something’s on your mind.”“Really? I didn’t realize that happened.”I nodded. “It also happens when you’re concentrating or plotting.”“Plotting? I look like I’m plotting something?”“Sometimes.”In a teasing tone, he asked, “You’ve got a lot of insight into me, it seems. I’m curious what you’d think I’d be plotting.”“World domination.” What was I saying? I was rambling like an idiot. But I was also talking to Ryan with more ease than I ever had before. That was something.He let out a bark of laughter. “I’m a James Bond villain now?”I rolled my eyes. “No, of course not. Don’t be silly. You just have this incredible drive and focus. It’s like you could do anything you set your mind to. You know?”He gazed at me for several moments, his expression slightly stunned.“Wow, Sam,” he said. “You really know me, huh? I didn’t realize you were paying such close attention to me.”I nodded, my breath hitching at the heat in his eyes. He’d never looked at me that way before. It made my heart race, and I momentarily lost my ability to speak.At length, I managed to choke out, “Yeah…I have been”Ryan was silent for several moments as he looked at me. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, and it made me anxious. He wasn’t usually so hard for me to read.“You’ve grown up,” he murmured, almost to himself. “When did that happen?”I furrowed my brow and glanced down at my thin, flat body. What was he talking about?As if snapping out of a trance, he blinked and cleared his throat, jerking his gaze away from me.“Was there something you wanted?” he asked in a rough tone.“Um, I was wondering if I could talk to you,” I said. “Alone.”He looked back at me in surprise but slowly nodded. “All right. sure, I guess.”My heart skipping a beat, I turned to lead him away from the party.I could hardly believe he was actually following me and that this was actually happening.I tried to think of what exactly I was going to say to him. So many things raced through my mind, but I couldn’t seem to land on anything that didn’t sound stupid and pathetic.We made our way deeper and deeper into the forest. The sounds of the party dulled, and when it was quiet, I finally stopped.Slowly, I turned around to face him. It was dark except for the rays of moonlight that managed to filter in through the trees above. He was watching me with a curious expression, and I felt shy under his scrutiny.I cleared my throat and scratched nervously at my cheek.“Well, you’ve got me out here.” He chuckled in a rumbling voice that made me shiver. “What did you want to talk about?”Taking a deep breath, I murmured, “Well, I wanted to tell you…that is, I wanted to ask…um…I have a birthday wish.”His brows shot up. “A birthday wish?”I nodded. “Yes. I have a birthday wish, and only you can make it come true.”“Is that so?” He grinned, appearing amused. “Well, color me intrigued. What’s your wish?”“A kiss,” I blurted.Ryan appeared shocked, and there was a moment of tense silence as he simply stared at me.At last, he stammered, “You…you want what?”“A kiss,” I repeated in a softer voice. “Just one. Please?”Ryan blinked and shook his head with a tense chuckle. “That’s cute, Sam, but I’m sorry, I can’t.”SamanthaHe sounded suddenly nervous, his voice cracking at the end of his words.“What?” I felt a surge of panic. No, no! He was supposed to say yes. Did he think I was kidding? This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. The way he’d been looking at me earlier… “Why not?”Ryan released a long, shaking breath before saying, “Look, Sam, I’m flattered, really, but you’re…you’re just a kid. Plus, you’re my best friend’s sister! There are some lines guys just don’t cross.”“You just told me I’d grown up.”He clenched his jaw, and his cheeks turned a slight tinge of pink.“Yes, I did,” he stammered. “Look, you’re a beautiful girl, but your brother…”I surged forward to stand directly in front of him. I reached up and clutched the front of his shirt.“Ryan, please,” I pleaded. “It’s the only thing I want.”He took hold of my shoulders but didn’t immediately push me away.His fingers curled into me, and he seemed to want to hang on tight to me.I watched his eyes as he stared down at me, and I c
SamanthaHe went still but didn’t try to break free.I felt some reassurance in that, so I kept kissing him.At last, he let out a snarl and slanted his lips over mine, taking control of the kiss and deepening it.He cupped the back of my head and tilted it.His other hand snaked down my torso to wrap around my waist, pulling me tight against him.Everything became a blur as our tongues clashed as the kiss went on and on.I was overwhelmed with sensation as Ryan touched me.I felt so giddy I couldn’t think straight.All I was certain of at that moment was that I didn’t want this to end. It just felt too…good.“I gasped his name when he moved his lips from mine to kiss along my jaw and down the side of my neck. “Please, don’t stop.”“I don’t think I can,” he hissed. “Damn it, Sam, do you know how hard I’ve tried…tried to…”“To what, Ryan?” I whispered, stroking his chin with my fingertips. “Tell me.”He gazed down at me with a furrowed brow and shook his head.“No,” he growled. “No mor
SamanthaPleasure shot through me like a bolt of lightning.I gasped and thrashed my head from side to side.Some of the pain eased, and he slid in deeper. He continued rubbing my clit in tight circles, and my body seemed to melt under his touch.I groaned and relaxed, and he finally was able to sink into the hilt.Ryan paused, holding himself over me as if giving me time to adjust to him as he continued playing with me.“That’s it,” he murmured. “Just like that, baby. I can feel you relaxing around me. I’m going to start moving again, all right?”I dug my teeth into my bottom lip and nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence.Ryan began to slide out of me. When only the tip remained inside me, he pushed back in.There was a small amount of discomfort, but there was far more pleasure than before.Ryan continued to move, pumping in and out of me faster and faster. I gripped his shoulders, hanging onto him as tightly as I could. I feared I would fly away if I didn’t cling to him.Our m
Samantha – 7 Years LaterBaconsizzled, and I carefully flipped it in the pan, doing my best to avoid the grease splatter.In another pan on the next burner over, I scrambled eggs, all while keeping an eye on the toaster nearby.There were a lot of moving parts, but I was used to it.There were always multiple balls in the air that I had to juggle, and it was pretty much second nature to me at that point.“Henry!” I called as I began scooping food onto plates. “Breakfast is ready. Come down now, please!”As I turned to place the plates on the little kitchen table behind me, I heard the pounding of small feet on the staircase just outside the kitchen door.The next moment, a little boy came barreling into the room. His dark brown hair was a wild mess, and his familiar blue eyes glittered with the kind of eager excitement that only young kids seemed capable of feeling. He was still dressed in his dinosaur footie pajamas. He was so adorable that it made my heart ache.He scrambled up into
SamanthaWhen they were done, I began clearing the table and said, “Jason, can you help Henry get ready for school? I’ll get things cleaned up here.”Nodding, Jason helped Henry down from his chair and took his hand to lead him back upstairs.When I was alone, I sighed, bracing my hands on the kitchen sink and hung my head. I didn’t want Jason to know that I was barely holding it together.Things were a lot tighter than he knew. I was barely scraping by with my job at the bookstore downtown. I loved working there and knew I could have a future there if I was able to stick it out just a little longer.I was determined to make it on my own, though.For six years, I’d taken care of myself and Henry without anyone’s help. Not because I had to, but because I refused to rely on anyone else for anything. I’d put my faith in another person before, and I’d been left burned and heartbroken…and pregnant.Gritting my teeth, I forced my mind not to go there, not to think of him.I heard footsteps
RyanThis place hasn’t changed a bit.After seven years away, I was back in my hometown for the first time, and it was like I’d never left.I drove along the main street, checking out all the downtown shops I remembered from my childhood. It was so strange, and I felt on edge. Like I didn’t belong there anymore.I supposed I really didn’t. I was not the same person I’d been when I’d left.The town may not have changed much, but I had. I’d gone out into the world and made a name for myself. I’d built an empire and dominated my profession. I’d taken my father’s small shipping company and grown it into a multi-billion-dollar international conglomerate, all by the age of twenty-nine.Yet, as I drove through my hometown, even after being away for so long, I somehow felt like a kid again.Jason was the only person I’d come back to this place for, which was ironic since he was also part of the reason I’d stayed away for so long.I’d considered turning down the invitation to the wedding, even
“How is your sister?” I asked, my throat tightening.“Good.” Jason shrugged. “Busy. Stubborn as ever. I was just at her house this morning.”I was careful not to let the reeling emotions deep within me show. I still felt immense guilt about leaving her the way I had the night we were together. I shouldn’t have had sex with her in the first place, but I’d been a real dick bolting right after.I’d just been so freaked out. I couldn’t understand what had come over me that night.Sam had always just been my best friend’s little sister. That night, though, when she’d approached me, something had seemed to unlock within me. She’d always been pretty, but she’d been suddenly stunning. Sultry. Sexy.I’d lost total control of myself and crossed a line. I hadn’t known what to do afterward. I’d panicked, and then, I’d left town completely. Had I run away? As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I couldn’t really deny it. I’d been terrified of Jason finding out, but over the years, he’d never brough
SamanthaI was trying not to think about him.Trying not to completely lose my mind with anxiety and panic.I tried to focus on my task of shelving new books, so I didn’t have to worry about Ryan being back in town.Having slipped several books into place, I stepped off my stepladder and grabbed my cart of tomes, dragging it to the next grouping of shelves that needed replenishing. What was I going to do? When Jason had told me he was inviting Ryan, I’d hid my anxiety from him, but I’d been a nervous mess ever since. A part of me had known this would happen one day, but I’d hoped I’d have some idea of what to do before then.If Ryan was in the wedding, he was going to find out about Henry. Ryan wasn’t an idiot. He’d be able to put two-and-two together. I needed to figure out some explanation, some excuse to keep Ryan from figuring out the truth.If Ryan found out he had a son and that I’d kept Henry from him, he would be furious. Then, of course, my family would find out. Jason would