Page 37 of Sam & Justin (Gomillion High Reunion #4)

Ten Weeks After the Reunion

I was worried about Sam.

It had been two weeks since I’d driven to King’s Bay and held him while he cried.

Even though I’d been busy planning a town carnival, taking a more hands-on approach after a successful class reunion and Sam’s offhand comment about me running for office, I made sure that I checked in on him often.

The morning before I left King’s Bay, he’d confessed that he’d been worried that I was tired of our relationship.

I didn’t want him feeling that way again.

But that wasn’t what had me worried.

While his client had gotten out of the hospital a few days after the incident, he hadn’t been back to Sam’s office.

A few other clients had dropped him as their therapist. Bad reviews had shown up on his business page, claiming that he was negligent and missed signs.

Claiming that he’d almost killed someone that he was supposed to be taking care of.

While those reviews had gotten several replies from people who claimed that Sam was a good therapist, I knew they were eating him alive.

It was confirmed when I got a phone call from Axel.

I’d been putting the finishing touches on that weekend’s event, and my phone rang.

Axel told me Sam had bags under his eyes, that he was quieter than he usually was, that he looked like his world was crashing down around him.

It was easy for me to believe that it wasn’t his fault.

It was even easy to tell him this, but clearly, it didn’t get through to him.

Hearing what he was going through made me want to climb in my car and go to him, carnival or no carnival.

I wanted to be there for him, the way I promised him that I would be.

“If I suggested he come visit you this weekend,” Axel started, pulling me out of my thoughts and away from my worries. I hummed, just to let him know that I was listening. “Would you be available?”

The carnival was that weekend. I was going to be busy, just like I was during the reunion, but we’d made that work. We could make this work, too. If Axel was calling because he thought Sam needed to get out of town, then I couldn’t let him down.

“How about you let me invite him instead?” I suggested. “If you suggest it, he’ll just argue. I’ve been really busy with work the last few weeks.”

“He mentioned.” I didn’t know Axel well enough to read the emotion in his voice.

Was he annoyed that I’d been busy, that I hadn’t been supportive enough of Sam over the past few weeks?

I wasn’t sure what more I could have done to be there for him.

Not when we lived so far away from each other.

“You might be right about being the one to invite him. But you will?”

“Yeah,” I assured him. “I miss him.”

Axel seemed content by that, and after some small talk, we got off the phone.

I waited until I knew Sam would be off work before I called and invited him.

It took a lot less convincing than I thought it would to get him to come back to Gomillion.

He must have been miserable with the way things were going in King’s Bay to want to come back here.

Or maybe he just missed me.

I liked that option better than the idea of him suffering.

All day Friday, I was giddy. It was like the day I was supposed to travel to King’s Bay for the first time, except multiplied by a thousand.

The night I’d spent with him while he cried changed things between us.

It bonded us in a way I’d never felt with anyone before.

The feelings I had for him had deepened that night, and they only grew deeper every day.

Unfortunately, unlike that day, I had things I was supposed to be focusing on.

I had a thousand last minute things to do for the carnival.

I was running around Gomillion all day, and once again, my list was like the Hydra.

Every time I crossed something off, another three tasks popped up.

I wasn’t even able to be at my house when he arrived.

I’d had to leave my spare key hidden for him.

I was in the middle of making sure all the rides were delivered and set up properly when I got a text from Sam saying he was there.

I promised him that I’d be home soon. I just didn’t know when soon would be.

Soon translated to several hours later. Justin had already ordered us something to eat, and when I got home, he was curled up on the couch with my cat and a book. He looked peaceful there, like he belonged. Coming home to him felt the same way.

God, I wanted that.

I wanted to come home to him. I wanted to know that he was waiting for me after a long day.

I wanted to kiss him every night when I got home from work, but I didn’t know how it could work.

His life was in King’s Bay, and my life was in Gomillion.

Eventually, we’d have to figure it out. We’d have to discover how we could make this work in the long term. We couldn’t be long distance forever.

But that was a problem for future Justin to figure out.

Tonight, my boyfriend was here. He was within kissing distance, and I was wasting time not enjoying that.

I needed to remedy the situation. He put down his book, and Biscuits jumped off his lap as I leaned down to kiss Sam.

He laughed into the kiss and tugged me down on top of him.

I felt like a teenager, making out on the couch with a hot guy.

Except that hadn’t been my teenage experience.

I’d not made out with anyone in high school.

Not like this. Not the kind of make out sessions that had me panting against his lips and fire spreading through my limbs.

That left me desperate for more. I was practically dry humping him over our clothing.

And he wasn’t helping matters, pulling down on my hips and thrusting up so I could feel his erection.

Moaning against my lips at the way our cocks brushed against one another’s through our clothing.

“Need more,” I managed to gasp out when his lips moved away from mine to kiss at my neck. “Bedroom?”

He laughed, his hot breath puffing against my skin. “Shower,” he countered.

I pulled away from him. “Are you saying I stink?”

He laughed. “Saying I do.” I made a show of dramatically sniffing him.

He shoved at my head, laughing again. I knew he’d been having a hard time, but he was laughing so easily with me.

It made me feel like I was doing something good.

“I smell like a car. I need a shower, and I need you. Two birds, one stone.”

Well, I couldn’t argue with that logic. Not if it meant I got him naked.

I wanted his hands on me, and I wanted to touch him.

I hadn’t been able to touch him the last time I’d gone to King’s Bay, not that way.

He’d been in a bad place, and I’d had to leave after he went to work.

Getting off had been the last thing on my mind, and phone sex just didn’t hit the same way as the real deal.

I hopped off the couch and started toward the bathroom. I could hear his heavy footsteps following behind me.

My bathroom was a tight squeeze for the two of us.

It wasn’t exactly a large bathroom, and we weren’t exactly small men.

Our bodies brushed against each other as we undressed, and I wasn’t complaining at all.

Every touch just aroused me that much more, and the sight of his bare ass when he went to turn on the water and adjust the heat?

I wanted to sink myself between his cheeks.

Tongue, fingers, cock, I didn’t care how I did it.

I just wanted his ass.

No, not just his ass. I wanted every part of him. His body, his mind, his heart. Everything.

We stepped into the steaming shower. He turned me around so my back was to the spray of water and dropped to his knees.

Damn, he looked good. His hands slid up my wet thighs, and my breath hitched in my throat.

The way he looked up at me through his wet eyelashes was like something out of my dreams. In fact, I was pretty sure I’d jacked off to this exact fantasy on more than one occasion.

I ran my fingers through his wet hair, and he let out a mewling sound that had my dick throbbing.

He let me pull him forward, and I could feel his breath on my cock.

“Open your mouth,” I instructed. He listened immediately.

I kept one hand in his hair while the other gripped the base of my cock.

“Tongue out.” I tapped the head of my cock onto his tongue, and he let out a deep, guttural moan.

Like all he’d dreamed about was having the weight of my cock on his tongue.

He let me guide his mouth over my shaft, his thick tongue moving along the bottom while his lips brushed the top.

He moved his tongue like he was making out with my dick.

I moaned at the gentle pressure, at the pliant way he let me maneuver him around.

He opened his mouth wider when the head of my cock brushed against his lips, allowing me to slip inside.

His warm heat enveloped me, but I took it slow.

I fed him my cock, inch by inch, pulling out before I’d give him more.

His eyes glazed over as I went deeper and deeper, until his lips met my hands.

He sucked his cheeks in, sucking hard on my cock like he was trying to suck my soul out of it.

My hand fell from my shaft, and I let him pull me in deeper.

He gagged as he swallowed me all the way down, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever heard.

I wanted to hear it again. I thrust my hips when he backed off, and he made the noise again.

Fuck, that was hot.