“Of course. I live here. Where would I go now that I have a laundry list of extra work that needs to be done?”
I stood up and led them to the front door before closing and locking it behind them and letting out a deep breath.
“Do you want me to get out of your hair?”
I turned around to see Sam standing in the kitchen doorway, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
“Not only no, but heck no,” I said. “I was hoping we could get back in bed.”
Sam’s grin was slow and devastating. “I like the way you think, Mr. Sweet.”
I let go of the rest of the residual stress from talking to the fire investigators and led the man to my bedroom. I had high hopes and big plans. There was going to be naked skin and questing tongues, hard dicks and happy trails. There was going to be a textbook full of new experiences for me in bed with the sexiest man I’d ever met.
Ten seconds after I slid between the cool sheets, I fell dead asleep.
I woke up sometime later to a large erection nudging my ass. Sam’s mouth was trailing kisses along the back of my neck, and his hands had found their way under my shirt. One spread wide over my lower belly, and the other softly brushed one of my nipples.
I let out a long groan of approval without thinking, and it was answered by Sam’s low chuckle.
His hands—and my body’s response to his touch—made me feel powerful. Sexual. I pressed my hips back against his erection.
“You feel so fucking good,” Sam murmured behind my ear.
“That’s an accurate statement,” I teased, noticing my voice was rough from sleep. “Can’t remember the last time I felt this good.”
He turned me onto my back and propped himself above me. “What can I do to make you feel even better?”
“Take off your clothes. Take off my clothes. Kiss me.”
Within moments we were naked and rolling around the bed, kissing like the end of the world was coming. Sam’s hands were everywhere—grabbing my ass, brushing my hair out of the way, gripping my chin to kiss me deeper. I humped against him desperately, too far gone to even feel self-conscious about it.
I wanted him. And feeling the evidence of his own desire made me dizzy with excitement. I’d never felt this way before. It was energizing and empowering, about as far away from scary and intimidating as one could get. I’d never in a million years expected I’d feel comfortable in bed with someone like Sam Rigby. His serious, stoic face and his wide, muscular shoulders were a combination that usually rang warning bells.
But not this time.
This time I wanted more. So much more.
I wrapped my legs around his hips and arched up into him. I wanted to come, and I wanted to bring him with me.
“You have lube, baby?” he murmured against my mouth.
My stomach jittered with nerves. “Mmhm. In here.” I gestured to the drawer next to the bed, forgetting that the drawer with the lube also had a zillion toys in it. A wide swath of afternoon sunlight lit the side table up like a beacon.
As soon as Sam opened the drawer, I gasped and lurched for it to try and hide what was inside. Sam’s arms came around me to keep me from dive-bombing the bedside table.
“Easy, easy. What’s… oh. Ohhh. What have we here?” Sam’s voice held amusement, and it was enough for me to drop my head and squeeze my eyes closed in embarrassment.
“Can we just… pretend you didn’t see that?”
He tightened his arms around me while he moved to get a better look. “Not in a million years, Truman. This is so very interesting.”
I turned to hide my face in his chest. “Not interesting. Embarrassing.”
Sam’s hands rubbed up and down my back. “Are you kidding? Feel how hard I am right now. The thought of you using any one of these toys makes me so horny I can barely see straight. What’s your favorite one?”
I thought of the drawer full of dildos and plugs. Did I tell him what he wanted to hear or what was actually my favorite? Truth won out. I pointed to a slim black plug.
“I like to wear it out sometimes.”
He reached for it and studied it. “Wear it out?”
“I mean… like in public. Not for very long, just… long enough for me to feel…”
“Naughty. Like you have a secret,” Sam added.
I nodded. “Everyone thinks I’m a kid, that I’m this pure innocent baby. I, uh…” This part was embarrassing, but for some reason I wanted to tell him. “I liked to wear it when I was out with Barney because he would look at me like I was his angel, like he’d have to teach me what sex was and be patient while I learned about sexual pleasure.”
Sam’s grin was devilish. “And you were really sitting there getting hard every time this bad boy rocked against your special spot. Then you’d come home and shove one of these monsters in your—”
I clamped a hand over his mouth and felt my face heat. “Stop,” I said with a nervous laugh. “Don’t make it sound like I was getting off to the thought of Barney.”
“If you were already experienced with all of this, why not have sex with him? Or… or did you?”
“No. I didn’t. I’ve, um, never had anal sex before.” Or a blow job, I wanted to add. Until you. “But there was something about him that made me nervous when things between us got physical. He would…” I tried to think of how to put my feelings into words.
“Pressure you?” Sam suggested softly.
“Not really. Not too bad. It was more like… when we kissed and things began to go further. His hands would wander, and he’d start talking to me about what I needed to do to please him, how to touch him the way he wanted and how to treat him the way that brought him the most pleasure. It was all about him, almost like he was training me for a future of service to him. It made me very uncomfortable. I think it’s his age, maybe? An old-fashioned thing?”
Sam’s eyes narrowed. “Or an egotistical jackass thing,” he muttered.
“Don’t get me wrong. I loved being the center of his attention. He was very affectionate and attentive. He made me feel cared for and looked after.”
“Which is something you needed. Something you deserve.”
I shrugged. “It was something I craved, anyway.”
“Talking about your ex while I’m holding a butt plug isn’t the way I envisioned spending the afternoon,” Sam said, breaking the tension and making me laugh.
I leaned in to kiss him through my smile. He tossed the plug back in the drawer and flipped me onto my back in bed. We made out in a fun kind of sensual grappling. It was almost like the horny daydreams I’d had in high school when I watched a wrestling match.
Things didn’t go further than kisses and possessive hands, and when he finally found the lube in my drawer, he used it to slick us up and stroke us both at the same time. I watched and felt the slide of our erections against each other in his large grip, and it was enough to send me over the cliff in moments. When I saw his release land on my body and mix with mine, it sent another shudder through me.
After a long, lazy recovery followed by a quick shower, we went outside to work on some of the remaining planting I wanted to get done. Sam commented on how beautiful it was in Colorado in general and how gorgeous the farm was specifically. I could tell he enjoyed the physical work, and having someone to share it with was like something out of a dream for me.