Page 16 of Sam (Crow MC 2nd Generation #2)

ALLY

The last month had been what dreams were made of. If you were an O’Shea, that is. I’d known it wouldn’t be hard for me to fall for Sam, and I was right.

He treated me like the men in my family treated their women and how his dad and uncles treated their Old Ladies. I spent every Friday evening with him, the rest of the week I spent with my family.

Neither Sam nor I’d broached sex, even though I spent every Friday night in his bed, curled up against him. Not once had he pushed, and I wasn’t sure how to broach the subject. It’s not like I was that experienced, only having had one other partner, and that had been in college.

***

Today’s Friday, and I’m in Sam’s flat getting dressed for our bike ride. It has become something we all look forward to.

“Ally,” Sam calls out.

“I’m in the bedroom,” I shout back, pulling a brush through my hair and getting frustrated with it. I still haven’t had it cut. My arm’s tiring from brushing it. I can’t keep putting it off.

“Hey,” Sam appears in the doorway. “You nearly ready?”

“Yep, as soon as I find scissors and cut this mess,” I growl in frustration as my brush gets caught again.

It’s mostly my own fault. I’d been in a hurry this morning to get to work so that I could spend some time with Sam before our doors opened, and I’d shoved my hair in a bun instead of spraying it with conditioner and brushing it out.

“No,” Sam’s voice is filled with horror.

“What?” I ask, looking at him in surprise.

Sam walks into the bedroom and takes the brush from me. “Please don’t cut your hair. You can trim it to keep it healthy, but please, I’m begging you, don’t cut it off.”

Turning me away from him, he picks up the detangling conditioner and sprays my hair before gently running the brush through it.

I’d forgotten how lovely it was to have someone brush your hair.

I keep quiet and watch him in the mirror as he concentrates on my mop, taking his time.

Only when he’s done does he look at me. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he draws me to him, resting his chin on my shoulder.

“Love your hair, beautiful. I’ve had fantasies about it,” he tells me.

Heat flushes through my cheeks. I’m curious to know what fantasies they are, so I ask, “Yeah, what kind?”

Sam presses his lips to my neck. I arch my neck to give him better access, and he doesn’t disappoint, trailing his lips up my neck to my ear.

“I dream of you on your knees in front of me and your hair wrapped around my wrist as I fuck you from behind. Or on top of me with your hair loose, trailing against my thighs, and sometimes, I imagine you on your knees with my cock in your mouth, my hands holding your head, gripping your hair and tugging it just enough to hurt a little while I fuck your mouth.”

My lips are parted, and I’m breathing a little heavier.

My nipples peak as he tells me his fantasies, and I’m sure if I were to put my hands in my pants, I’d be wet.

Gulping a breath, I gasp, “Jesus, Sam.” My wide eyes meet his heated gaze in the mirror.

I’m not sure who moves first, me or him, but one minute I’m facing the mirror and the next I’m on the bed under him, and we’re ripping each other’s clothes off in a frenzy.

Mouths frantic as we devour one another.

There’s no finesse. Just straight-up fucking.

A whimper escapes me as he drives his cock into me, hard and fast. We’re both needy, and I welcome each hard thrust into my body, wrapping my legs around his hips, anchoring him to me as he drives his cock again and again into me.

Sam sets a brutal pace. There’s nothing pretty about the way we come together. It’s hard, it’s hungry, it’s beautiful, and it’s perfect.

“Fuck, fuck, Ally, Ally,” Sam groans out.

Hooking his arm behind my knee, he opens me up, his hard cock hitting me deep.

I let out a long moan, biting down on his shoulder as I come so hard I’m seeing stars.

A cry leaves me as he pulls out and comes all over my stomach.

I hate that he’s done that, but I understand.

I’m not on birth control, and we’re barely starting out.

I’m glad one of us was thinking straight.

“Jesus, baby,” he lifts off me enough so that he can look into my face. “Are you okay?” he asks, eyes full of concern.

A wide grin splits my face as I chuckle, then full-out laugh, “Bit late to ask me now when you’ve just fucked me into the mattress,” I tell him.

He snorts out a laugh, and before I know it, we’re both rolling on the bed, laughing.

Ignoring the cum coating my belly, I roll towards him and throw a leg over his hip and settle my head on his shoulder.

His arm comes around me, tucking me close to his body.

“Thanks for remembering I’m not on birth control. ”

“Mmm, do you want to know something?”

Something in his voice has me lifting up on my elbow to see his face better. Cupping his cheek, I turn his face towards me. “You can tell me anything, Sam, even if you think I won’t like it. You can trust me. I’ll always be here for you.”

His eyes soften and warm at my words. “I nearly didn’t,” he admits.

“Why?” I want to know. He hesitates again, then replies in a rush, “Because the thought of you pregnant with our baby is like a dream for me. I know you aren’t ready yet, but eventually that’s where I see us.”

‘Oh, this man,’ I think. He doesn’t realise that he’s all I want. He’s all I need.

Bending, I touch my lips to his once, twice, before deepening our kiss. Rolling on my back, he follows. I wrap my arms around him, holding him to me. I whisper, “It’s my dream too. But you’re right. Not just yet. But soon.”

Sam’s smile is beautiful when he answers, “Yeah, baby, soon.”

We’d probably have stayed there if there hadn’t been a knock on Sam’s door and Ben shouting down the passage, “Are you two coming?”

“We’ll be right there, brother,” Sam calls out in warning as the sound of Ben’s footsteps gets closer. “Don’t come down here.”

Immediately, they stop. Ben clears his throat. “Right. Okay. We’ll be waiting outside for you. I’ll let the others know you’ll be a little while.”

I’m chuckling and Sam’s grinning when Ben hustles back to the kitchen. Sam stands up and pulls me up with him, tapping my butt. “Go get cleaned up, baby, and we’ll go for a ride of a different kind.”

“Can’t wait,” I chirp, hurrying towards the shower.

I shower and wash off. Going into the bedroom, I get into my leathers.

Sam must already be dressed because he’s no longer in the bedroom.

Grabbing my boots, I hotfoot it to the lounge.

My body is humming, and happiness is flowing through me.

I know I’ve got a wide smile on my face, but I can’t help it. I’m happy! So bloody happy!

Putting my boots on, I hurry downstairs and find them all waiting.

Alec and Bren are joining us for this ride.

They don’t always get the chance with Lexi still being little, but Abby had said she and Bev were babysitting today.

Another change is Ellie sitting on Beau’s bike instead of Ben’s. Changes are happening.

“There she is,” Bren calls out, smiling widely. Sam looks up and everything stills at the look on his face. I’ve seen him happy, but never like this. I’m not the only one that’s noticed. Everyone waiting for us has seen the difference. I walk down the stairs, saying, “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“Don’t apologise to this lot, beautiful,” Sam says, coming towards me and helping me down the last few stairs before walking me to his bike. “Need to get you new leathers,” he mutters, helping me on with my helmet.

“Why?” I ask, confused. There’s nothing wrong with mine. They’re relatively new.

“You mine, baby?” he wants to know.

Nodding, I reply, “If you want me to be.”

“Mhh, you’re mine,” he nods. “Need you in my colours. But first, I have to speak to your dad.”

“What?!” I gape at him.

“It’s the right thing to do,” he tells me. Kissing his fingers, he places them on my lips before turning and getting on his bike.

He holds his hand out to me with a smirk.

I realise I’m still standing there, looking stunned.

When I glance around, the others are smirking at me, and some are outright laughing.

Taking his hand, I get on the back of his bike and wrap my arms around him.

I’d worry about him speaking to my dad later.

For now, I’d enjoy the ride with the handsome, hot boy who gets my motor running with just a look.

***

I wake the next morning and run my hand over Sam’s side of the bed and find the sheets cold.

I’m not worried. He usually gets up before me and gets some work in.

My body aches in all the good ways that only come from being thoroughly fucked.

And Jesus, Sam knows how to play my body.

We’d stopped at a grocery store and bought a box of condoms. And we’d made good inroads into it, which would explain the stiffness in my body this morning.

Running my hands over my body, my hands graze my scar, and I stop as I run a finger over it. Not once had it seemed to bother Sam, and as for me, it’s the first time I didn’t think of it since the night of the attack.

Lifting my hands above my head, I stretch and luxuriate in how amazing I am feeling. That’s when it hit me. I wasn’t tired. I’d slept all night. For the first time in over a year, I slept through the entire night. It was an amazing feeling.

That feeling lasted until I found Sam’s note telling me he was going to go and speak to my dad and that I wasn’t to come home until he got back.

“Oh fuck,” I mutter. Reaching for my phone, I call Mum. “Hi, baby,” she sounded amused.

“Sam’s coming to see Dad,” I rush out.

“I know,” she chuckles, “I’m looking at him.”

“Oh, thank God. I was so worried.”

“You need to have faith in your dad, baby. He hasn’t even mentioned The Hole.”

“Mum!” I shriek, alarmed.

She laughs, and in the background, I can hear Jeanie joining in. “I hate you both,” I grumble, but I’m smiling.

“Relax, baby girl. Your man is safe on the veranda with your dad, uncles, and grandfather. So far, no blood has been shed, and I doubt it will if he keeps that smile on your face that you’ve been wearing the last month.”

“He told me not to come home until he’s spoken to them,” I groan, a little put out.

“He’s right, baby girl. Let him speak to them. He’s doing the right thing. Your dad and he will sort everything out. It’s old-fashioned, I know, but it’s the life we live.”

“I know,” I agree. “If Jeanie’s with you, do you fancy getting breakfast?”

“Breakfast,” Mum chuckles, “Ally, it’s one in the afternoon.”

“No way,” I say in disbelief. “Wow. I slept all night.”

My mum understands the significance of that, and she was a little choked up when she asks, “All night, love?”

Tears prick my eyes, and my nose burns as I hold back my tears, “All night, Mum. I always sleep well when I’m with Sam, but last night was the first time I slept all night.”

“That’s fantastic, baby girl,” Mum replies, then says something to, I’m assuming, Jeanie.

Yep, it’s my sister because the foghorn bellows so that I can hear her, “That’s what a good dicking will do for you, big sister.”

I snort out a laugh and laugh harder when Mum says in an aggrieved tone, “Jesus, Jeanie, your mouth,” but she’s laughing when she says it. “We’ll meet you at the café for lunch in forty minutes. Be prepared, your aunts are coming with.”

I laugh because, while I know they’ll want to check on me, it will mostly be for gossip. And I’m right when they all turn up and grill me. I’m bright red by the time they're finished with me.

Abby, Molly, and the rest of the Crow Old Ladies join us, plus Bren, Ellie, and Carly. We move to the pub for a few drinks, and that’s where Sam finds me when he walks in with the men from my family. He’s still in one piece.

“You’re alive!” I shout out, waving my arms.

“Fuck’s sake, baby girl,” Dad says, rolling his eyes, and Sam laughs. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he pulls me towards him for a kiss. It’s long and deep and hot, so fucking hot. We only pull apart when Dad complains. “All right, all right, put my girl down.”

I’m laughing as I pull away from Sam and throw my arms around my dad. “Love you, Dad.”

Dad chuckles, kissing my forehead. “Love you too, c ailín deas . How much have you had to drink?”

“Eh,” I shrug, “a little, but I’ve had fun, and I’m happy.”

Dad’s gaze softens as he looks at me, cupping my cheek, “I see that.”

Leaning forward, I whisper to my dad, “He makes me happy. And he looks at me like you look at Mum.”

Dad enfolds me in his arms. “I know, baby. He’s a good man. It’s all good.” Pressing his lips to my temple, he pushes me gently away and towards Sam, who instantly wraps me close, lifting me onto the stool in front of him and covering my back.

It’s a good night. It’s not the first time the O’Sheas and Crows have partied together, but I’m guessing it’s the first time since Rhett and Noni that it’s been because of a couple getting together.

And that night, for the second night in a row, I slept a dreamless sleep wrapped in the arms of the man who meant the world to me.