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Page 28 of Scoop Me Up (Love in Maplewood #7)

Gabe

“I can’t believe you came to my rescue like that,” Sam said for what felt like the hundredth time as we sat on their couch, Sam curled into my side as we scrolled through streaming services, trying to find a movie to watch. “Nobody’s ever done anything like that for me.”

“One thing I’ve learned about Maplewood is that people will come running to your rescue if you need them. Especially you, Sam. People here love you.”

He shrugged and looked at me sidelong, skeptical. “I don’t know. It’s just how small towns are.”

“Maybe they are,” I protested. “But that doesn’t change the fact that people here adore you. You can trust that if you need something, people will help without a second thought.”

“How did you even put it all together?”

I rubbed the back of my neck. “I wasn’t a hundred percent sure what I was going to do until I ran into the mayor. I told her about your furniture situation and asked if she had any suggestions. Next thing I knew, we were running around downtown, asking people for help.”

“That’s incredible,” they said. “ You’re incredible.”

I kissed them on the top of the head. “I didn’t do anything you wouldn’t have done for me.”

“That’s different.”

“Why is it different?”

“You’re an investor. You have to help.”

I kissed them again and braced myself for what I was going to say next, in case Sam didn’t return the sentiment. “I didn’t help just because I’m invested in the shop. I helped because I’m invested in you. In us. ”

Sam gave me a soft, contented smile. “Thanks,” they murmured.

“So am I.” They reached up and put a hand on the back of my neck, pulling me down for another kiss, opening their mouth and deepening the kiss.

I shifted forward, moving Sam until we were lying on the couch, Sam spread out underneath me as I straddled them.

They groaned, a rumble deep in their chest, as I dragged my hand along their arm before sliding it under their neck.

As we kissed, their fingers made their way under my shirt, sliding along my back, leaving trails of heat wherever they touched me.

I let out my own groan, rocking my hips against Sam’s, causing them to echo my movements.

We were both hard and Sam moved their hands between us to unfasten my jeans, but I had other plans and tugged their hands away.

Sam whined until I rocked my hips down again, causing Sam’s protest to break off with a gasp.

Sam worked my shirt off, tugging it over my head and discarding it on the floor.

As soon as I was free of it, I dipped back down and began to leave a trail of kisses down their neck to their collarbone before making my way back to their mouth.

Sam’s stubble rubbed against my face as we kissed and I loved it, the scrape of scruff against my skin, so different from what I’d known before.

A wave of desire hit me as we kissed and I knew what I wanted to do, what I needed to do. “Sam,” I mumbled into the kiss.

They immediately stopped, pulling back to meet my gaze. “What’s wrong?”

My face blazed, burning hotter than ever before as I stumbled over the words. “Can I—I mean, can we —” I exhaled slowly, my breath shaky. Dropping my voice to a whisper, I leaned forward until my lips were close to the shell of Sam’s ear. “Let me fuck you?”

The way Sam moaned and held me close told me all I needed to know, that they wanted it as much as I did. But still, I needed to hear it. To hear them say they wanted it as much as I did.

Sam gripped the waistband of my jeans to hold me in place and thrust their hips up against mine. “Okay,” they said quietly, a mischievous grin on their face. “But not here.” When I frowned, they tilted their head in the direction of the hallway. “Bedroom.”

I couldn’t get up fast enough, and together, we hurried to Sam’s room.

Once we’d made it, I took Sam in my arms and hauled them onto the bed, their laugh spurring me on.

We both stripped as quickly as possible and soon we were both naked, lying next to each other on the bed and kissing again, hands roaming each other’s bodies.

I hitched Sam’s thigh up until their leg was wrapped around my waist and our cocks slid together, our precum mixing together as we rutted and kissed.

After a torturously long time, I reached between our bodies and gripped both of our cocks in one hand, slowly stroking them together.

Sam leaned their head back, exposing their throat to me as I stroked us.

I managed to free my other hand and shifted until I’d pulled Sam close and had access to their long, beautiful neck and throat, pressing my lips to the bolt of their jaw.

When I pulled back to look at Sam, their eyes were dark, lids half open.

“How do you want to do this?” It was awkward to ask, but I barely knew what I was doing, and I didn’t want to make the wrong move.

Sam gestured toward their nightstand. “Condoms and lube are in there,” they said softly, voice tight. “I want to be able to see your face.”

The thought sent a thrill through me, my cock throbbing and leaking more precum onto Sam. I reluctantly released them and reached for the drawer, pulling out the necessary supplies before holding them up triumphantly.

Sam chuckled and shook their head fondly, a little smile on their face, and took the condom and lube from me.

I watched as they ripped open the foil and poured a little lube on my shaft before sliding the condom on, my breath catching in my chest as they did.

Once it was on, Sam poured more lube into their hand, spreading a generous amount onto my latex-covered cock.

When they were finished, they leaned back, pulling away from me, and spread their thighs wide, moving their hand lower.

My head spun as I watched Sam’s hand spread the lube, slicking themself so I could press into them.

I groaned as they teased their hole with their fingertips before plunging inside.

“Shit,” I muttered.

Sam smirked and added a second finger alongside the first, a soft moan escaping them. “You okay?”

I nodded, swallowing hard. “Never better.” My voice sounded hoarse to my own ears.

Sam thrust their fingers in and out for several long moments, spreading their legs wide, stroking their cock with their free hand as I sat back and watched, idly stroking myself at the same time.

When I wasn’t sure I could wait much longer, Sam pulled their fingers away and nodded at me. “Ready.”

With that, I eased forward until I was nestled between Sam’s thighs and took my cock in my hand, dragging it over their hole a few times.

Their eyes were half closed, one hand on their cock as I slowly entered their body.

Sam’s breath grew ragged and I hesitated for a moment, until they tightened their grip on my thigh and urged me closer, deeper.

It didn’t take long until I was fully inside their body, my pelvis flush against their ass, my cock seated deep within them.

The tightness and heat that enveloped my cock was almost too much, so different from anything I’d experienced.

Their body’s grip on me was relentless, firm, insistent.

I pulled out and eased back in, again and again, picking up speed with each thrust. My head spun with the enormity of it all.

As I moved faster, Sam’s strokes on their cock sped up and they began to rock their hips up, fucking into their own hand and then back down onto my cock.

Soon, we were both moving desperately, me taking Sam apart, watching them unravel below me, and feeling my own threads fraying at the ends at the same time.

Sam’s gaze met mine and they nodded. “More.”

I increased my pace with a groan, my cock throbbing as I did, pulling me ever closer to the edge. It didn’t take long until I was teetering and not sure I could hold off much longer.

“Sam, I’m—”

They nodded again. “Yeah.” I watched with awe as their hand stroked their cock, twisting and sliding, working themself over. Their ass tightened around my cock, and as they came, thick white strands splashing onto their stomach and chest, their ass pulsed and gripped me in waves.

I’d made Sam come plenty of times since that first night, but there was something different about this, more intense, more intimate. I watched until I couldn’t hold off any longer before flicking my gaze up to meet Sam’s again.

“Now,” they whispered, their dark eyes locked on mine.

I groaned loudly as I came, my cock throbbing and filling the condom as I continued to fuck Sam through my orgasm.

When I was spent, completely wrung out, I stilled, pulling out of Sam slowly with my fingers wrapped around the base of my cock to hold the condom on.

Sam made a soft little whine as I pulled out, and with my free hand, I squeezed their thigh before jumping up to dispose of the condom and retrieve a towel to clean us both up.

“Be right back,” I murmured.

When I returned, a warm, damp cloth in my hand, Sam was lying on their side, a blissful smile on their face, eyes closed. I dipped down and pressed a kiss to their lips, which Sam deepened without hesitation.

A few moments later, I used the towel to clean Sam off, tenderly wiping the excess lube off and cleaning their chest and stomach before tossing the towel in the hamper and collapsing back onto the bed next to them.

I pulled Sam close to me and they curled against my side, resting their head on my chest.

“I can hear your heartbeat,” they murmured, voice sleepy.

I hummed and nodded, squeezing them closer for a moment before pressing a quick kiss to the top of their head. As their breathing slowed and evened out, I stroked Sam’s dark hair, running my fingers through it and teasing the strands at the base of their neck.

The words I so desperately wanted to say pounded a beat in my head.

I’m staying. I’m staying. I’m staying. But for some reason, I couldn’t make myself say it.

There were too many what-ifs. The biggest one was the hardest to consider.

What if Sam didn’t want me to stay? What if, after everything that had happened between us, Sam still wanted to keep our relationship casual, just friends? I wanted—needed—more.

I opened my mouth, ready to confess everything and ask Sam how they felt about everything, when a soft hum came from Sam. I peered down at them and realized they’d fallen asleep.

Relief washed over me, relief that I could postpone the conversation one more day.

Tomorrow , I told myself. I’ll definitely talk to them tomorrow.