Page 18 of Sam (Crow MC 2nd Generation #2)

ALLY

My life has changed so much since that night. For a start, I was rarely home anymore, spending most of my nights with Sam.

It felt good. It felt right.

I knew that eventually I’d have to ask what had happened with Bella.

I’d got snippets from everyone, but nobody knew the entire story.

I was unsure whether or not I should bring it up.

Not with how happy we were. But I also knew that burying my head in the sand and not having an answer to a niggling question would haunt me, and I’m not a coward.

It was a hard question, and I’d not yet found the right time. I’d thought to broach it while we were away last weekend at the expo show in Birmingham. But we’d been so busy that we’d fallen into bed exhausted both nights we were there.

Usually, Sam’s mentor would have gone with him, but this time Sam had taken me.

I’d done all the paperwork side, which he hated, while he spoke to prospective clients.

It had been eye-opening at how popular his creations were.

They were works of art, and, as no two were ever the same, whoever owned a piece got it as bespoke.

I wasn’t surprised to see how popular he was.

It had been both exhausting and exhilarating to watch him in his element.

I’d been shocked when the two ornately carved rocking chairs he’d put up for auction were sold for just under ten thousand pounds. The look of shock on Sam’s face had been priceless. I’d snapped a quick photo and sent it to Abby so she could have a proud mum moment.

But that was last weekend, and this is now.

I’ve been watching him for the last hour, the play of muscles in his forearms as he cuts and measures, the way he holds the pencil that looks tiny in his large hands.

Hands that are gentle as they caress my skin.

Blinking, I shake myself out of the sexual haze I’ve been imagining myself into.

Now is not the time to be getting caught up in all the deliciousness that is my man. And he is. Delicious in every way.

I almost didn’t want to mar this perfect moment with my questions, but I know what’s planned for this evening, and I want to accept with a clear understanding of where my man’s head is at.

“Sam,” I call softly.

Immediately, he looks up. “You okay, beautiful?”

My heart warms at his words. From the beginning, he called me that, “babe,” or “baby,” and it always makes my heart flutter.

“I’m fine,” I answer. “Can we talk for a minute?” I ask, patting the couch seat next to me.

Sam frowns, and concern coats his face as he puts down what he’d been working on. Wiping his hands, he walks over to me and squats down in front of me, his big hands covering my thighs, his eyes searching mine. “What’s wrong?”

Hesitating a moment, I almost don’t ask but then decide that the question has to be asked. “What happened with Bella?”

Sam looks at me for a moment, then stands, and my heart stops, thinking he’s going to walk away; instead, he bends and scoops me up, settling back on the couch with me on his lap, his arms a tight band around my waist.

“I was wondering if you’d ask. I guess we have to have the uncomfortable conversations, huh?”

“We do,” I reply, pressing my lips to his throat just under his jaw in comfort.

Needing to see him better, I move. Getting up, I straddle his thighs and sit facing him, my arms over his shoulders, hands cupping the back of his head.

“Tell me?” I prompt gently.

Sam’s dark eyes hold mine as he speaks, “Honestly, I’m not sure,” he starts and goes on to tell me everything, not holding anything back.

Does some of it hurt? Of course it does, but they’d been broken up for a while once Sam and I got together.

When he’s finished, I ask him the hard question, “Do you still love her?”

He takes his time thinking about it. My anxiety peaks as I wait for his answer. My heart is beating like a drum, and I’m starting to sweat with nerves, wondering what he’s thinking.

His grip tightens on my hips. He brings his eyes back to mine, shaking his head. “No, I’m not sure if I ever did. I think I loved the idea of her and what we could have. But no, I don’t love her. I realised that when you came into my life.

“I never loved or felt for Bella what I feel for you. It never bothered me when she hugged any of the other brothers. Whereas with you, I wanted to pound on Ben and Brice for hugging you and snatch you away.

“I never missed her like I miss you when you’re not with me.

Even when you’re only in the office not a hundred meters from me, I miss you.

The nights you go home are the worst. I don’t sleep because our bed is empty without you in it and often wonder what your dad would do if I turned up on your doorstep. ”

A giggle escapes me, breaking the tension when he tells me that. “He’d make you sleep on the couch,” I tell him in amusement.

“I know,” Sam grins at me, then gets serious.

Lifting his hand, he tunnels his fingers into my hair, cupping the back of my neck.

“Ally, I love you with all of me. I’ll tell you what I told your family,” he says as he leans forward and presses his lips to mine.

“I more than love you. You are my future. You’re my forever. ”

“Oh, Sam,” I whisper, tears pricking mine, “you’re mine too. I love you with all of me. Thank you for picking me.”

“There was never any doubt when it came to you,” he assures me, tilting my head so that he can kiss me like only he can. It doesn’t take long for my hands to wander. I love the way his body feels against my palms. All hard, muscled deliciousness.

My hands grip the bottom of his shirt, tugging, and he allows me to lift it up and over his head.

Throwing it to the side, I hum in delight at having his bare chest under my hands.

Releasing his lips, I kiss down his body, across his chest, down his abs, kissing every expanse of tanned skin that I can reach until I get to the edge of his jeans.

“Ally?”

Looking up at him from under my lashes, I smile, and as I tug at his zipper, I tell him, “Lift,” tugging his jeans lower on his hips.

His cock is hard and jutting up above his underwear.

My mouth waters. It’s not often I get a chance to have him at my mercy.

Sam is always all about me when we make love.

Well, today’s my day, and I want his cock in my mouth.

“Ally,” Sam growls my name, tugging gently on my hair to get my attention.

Running my fingers in the band of his underwear, I tug them down as I look into his eyes, “Please, let me,” I tell him. Gripping his cock hard in my fist, I smile before lowering my head to run my tongue around the head, gently lapping at the tip and the pre-cum that is sitting there.

“Mmm,” I hum; I love the slight salty taste that is all Sam. Wanting another taste, I widen my mouth, engulfing the head of his cock and lowering my head to where my fist is gripping him.

Sam groans, “Fuck.” Muttering a curse, his fingers grip my hair as I begin to lower my head, taking him deeper with each movement. Sam pumps his hips, his cock pistoning into my mouth, and I moan with a hungry sound.

Loving the way he’s gripping my head tight and fucking my mouth until suddenly he’s not, and I find myself lying on the couch while he’s ripping at my clothes, throwing them all over the workshop in his eagerness to get to my body.

A happy sigh leaves me as he blankets my body and thrusts his hard cock into me.

“Fuck me, Sam,” I whisper. “Hard and fast.”

“Hard and fast, huh?” Sam rumbles, pulling out, and I huff in disappointment until he pulls me up onto my knees, facing the back of the couch. He wraps my fingers around it. “Hold on tight, beautiful, so your man can give you what you want,” he orders.

A shiver runs through me at his words, making me glad I got on birth control, so we don’t have to worry about condoms anymore.

I shudder with delight as he slides his bare cock into me.

All I can do is grip the couch as he does as I ask and thrusts into me hard and fast, my hips rocking in time to his every thrust. When his hand reaches around and starts strumming my clit, I know I’m done for as waves of pleasure roll through me until I’m weak and sweaty, resting my forehead against the couch as aftershocks flow through me.

When I come back to myself, I realise he’s still hard inside me.

“Not finished yet, baby,” he tells me. Wrapping my hair around his wrist, he tugs my head back and kisses me, his hips surging up as he starts to fuck me all over again. And I let him. It feels amazing having his thick, hard cock pound into me over and over again.

“Fuck, Sam,” I gasp as I feel myself coming again. Clenching my walls, I grip him hard, and his hips stutter as I come; it doesn’t take long for him to follow me. I love the feeling of having him come inside me.

Sam wraps his arms around me as we lean against the couch. My knees are weak and shaky, and my breathing is choppy.

“Jesus, Sam,” I breathe out. He chuckles, and I feel the vibrations through my entire body, making me shiver in delight.

“Love you, Ally.”

Smiling, I turn my head and kiss his cheek. “Love you too.”

We stay like that until we can’t anymore, and I hiss with disappointment as he moves back and out of my body.

“I know,” he agrees, bending to kiss me before pulling up his jeans and tucking himself away. Picking up his shirt, he pulls it over my head and down my body. Even as tall as I am, it still hits me mid-thigh.

Sam scoops me up, and I snuggle into him as he walks me to our flat. Pressing my lips to his throat, I sigh a happy sigh.

While I hadn’t wanted to have the conversation we’d had, I’m glad that we did. I’d known deep in my heart how much Sam loves me, but it had been good to clear the air. We’d be able to go forward now with nothing marring our happiness. No second-guessing or feeling like second best.

We’d both been broken in different ways, and we may have taken a roundabout route to get here, but now that we were, I knew it would be beautiful from here on out.

He may say I’m his forever, but he’s mine too.