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  The porch lights were glowing outside Sam’s apartment complex. I pulled in the driveway and found a parking spot near her unit.

  “We’re here,” I said as I shifted my truck into park.

  “Hmm?” a soft sound left Sam’s lips and she groggily opened her eyes. It took her a moment to regain her bearings after the nap.

  “You’re home, sleeping beauty,” I teased. She glanced out the window and sat up when she recognized her place.

  “Oh good, I’m so ready for a hot shower and comfy bed,” she said.

  I laughed. “C’mon I’ll grab your bag.” I opened my door and stepped down. I retrieved Sam’s duffel bag from the backseat and walked her up to the front door.

  Sam took out her keys and opened the door. I followed her inside and placed her bag on the couch. She spun around to face me. “Thanks so much for this weekend. I had a great time.” She lifted up on her tiptoes and kissed me.

  My arms instinctively embraced her as I returned her kiss. I lifted my mouth from hers and gazed down into her beautiful eyes. “I’m glad you had fun. I really liked having you out there with me. Definitely something I could get used to.” Sam smiled at that comment and kissed me again.

  She dropped her arms from around my neck. “I should go shower and get ready for bed. I’ve got to be at the shop early tomorrow morning.” I let her go and watched her take a step back. She paused and lifted her finger to her chin in thought for a moment as she looked me up and down. “Come to think of it, I bet you’re in need of a hot shower too. And, you know, I’m all about water conservation . . . so maybe—”

  I didn’t let her finish. “Hell yeah. Let’s go take care of that shower.” I stormed forward and swept her into my arms.

  She giggled against my neck. “Second door,” she directed.

  I carried her down the narrow hallway and pushed open the bathroom door. I set Sam on her feet again and quickly stripped her of her clothing before removing my own t-shirt and shorts. She stepped into the relatively small shower stall, and I followed, although my shoulders were almost too broad to make it through the doorway.

  She spun to face me and laughed. “Sorry this isn’t the most spacious shower. It was designed for . . . regular . . . normal sized people.”

  “Are you trying to same I’m irregular?” I asked, taking mock offense.

  She reached out and stroked her thin fingers along my hard cock. “Nothing about you is regular.” Her eyes fell on her hand that was wrapped around my shaft. “You’re certainly above average in every sense.”

  I reached around her body and turned the water on. Warm water cascaded down over our bodies as Sam continued stroking my cock, it was more than ready. I reached for both her wrists and spun her around to face the tiled wall. I pressed her palms up against the cool tile. “I need your pussy. I need to feel your pussy right now,” I said into her ear. “Don’t move,” I ordered.

  Sam obeyed and kept her hands pressed against the wall as she jutted her perfect, round ass out giving me access to that sweet, pink pussy. “That’s my girl,” I groaned. I gripped her hips and slid my anxious cock into her from behind. Sam moaned as I pushed inside deeper. Her breathing became rapid and she pushed her ass out farther to meet my movements. I reached out and grabbed one of her hands and slid it down over the soft skin of her stomach to her pussy. “Touch yourself, baby. Rub your clit,” I directed. She seemed slightly hesitant at first, but as I continued to slam into her from behind she dropped her hand down and began teasing herself.

  “Oh my god! Yes, yes!” she cried out as I continued furiously thrusting into her. I felt her tight fucking pussy clamp down over my cock as she came, and I knew I was done for. I quickly pulled out and pressed the tip of my cock against the back of her silky thigh as my seed spilled out.

  Sam turned around to face me. Large drops of water clung to her long eyelashes and as she looked up at me I thought to myself that I’d never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life.

  “Holy crap. That was some shower. Suddenly regular hot showers have lost their appeal entirely.”

  I laughed. “Good, that’s what I was hoping to hear.”

  ***

  After we finished soaping up and rinsing each other off we dried and I got ready to leave. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and dropped my cell phone into my pocket. I leaned down and kissed the tip of Sam’s nose.

  “Thank you for a great weekend,” she said.

  I smiled. “You too.” I walked to the front door and twisted the handle. I’d taken one step over the threshold when Sam stopped me.

  “Hey wait,” she called.

  I turned back toward her and lifted a brow. “Haven’t gotten enough yet?” I teased.

  She laughed. “Can you send me one of the riding pictures from your phone? My coworker, Shelly, is never going to believe me otherwise.”

  I stepped back inside and pulled out my phone. I opened to the photo album and handed it over to Sam. “Sure. Select whichever ones you want and I’ll text them to you.”

  “Great,” she said as she began flipping through the photos. “Damn I really do look like a natural,” she said sarcastically. Her finger tapped the screen as she selected an image. Her fingertip swiped the screen to the next image in the gallery and suddenly she felt silent. Her face lost all its pallor and she looked up at me horrified. “Are you fucking kidding me?!” she yelled. “Do you think I’m just some play thing, your flavor of the week?”

  “What? What are you talking about?” I was confused as fuck. I had no idea what she was talking about. I reached out for my phone to see what the deal was.

  Sam wound her arm back and chucked my cell right past my head and out the door. “Get out of my house. Now!”

  “Sam—”I pleaded. “What—”

  She pushed me toward the open door. “Get away from me!” she screamed as tears ran down her face.

  I took one last confused glance at her before the door slammed shut. I bent down and picked up my cell, which now had a majorly cracked screen. I looked down at the image on display. “Fuck!” I said to myself. “Fucking Megan.”

  Chapter 29

  Cory

  “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I yelled as I plowed my fist through the drywall on my bedroom wall. I took a step back and tried to catch my breath. I couldn’t believe it. I’d finally met a girl I wanted to be with, and some slut had gone and screwed it all up. I knew that Megan bitch was trouble, but I could never have foreseen this epic shit storm brewing. All this and I’d never even touched Megan.

  Sam and I had spent an amazing weekend together. She fit right into my lifestyle, and we’d hardly been able to keep our hands off each other. That beautiful, brainy blonde had settled herself right into my heart, and now she was gone. The look on her face when she saw the naked picture had been beyond heartbreaking. At that moment, there was nothing I’d wanted to do more than pull her into my arms and make all the sadness go away, erase everything bad from her life. But I couldn’t. I was the one who’d put it there.

  I sat down on the edge of my bed and leaned my head forward against my palms. I scrubbed my fingers over my face and straightened up. I would find a way to make this right. I had to make this right.

  Chapter 30

  Cory

  I’d slept like shit after Sam had kicked me out. But I woke up tired and more determined than ever. Determined to explain the photo and determined to assure Sam that I didn’t want to lose her. She had secured a spot in my life and in my heart so quickly there was no way I could let her get away.

  I rolled out of bed and let my feet fall heavily against the hardwood floor. The floors of my little old house creaked as I made my way to the shower. As soon as I stepped into the glass stall my mind flashed back to the ridiculously great fucking shower Sam and I had taken together the day
before. If I hadn’t had that stupid damn picture on my phone I could’ve been planning our next shower encounter at that very moment. Who was I kidding, I was still planning it. After all, I was going to make everything right again.

  I thought of how sexy she had looked with water running down over her perfect body, the way her climactic scream had echoed off those close tile walls. I pictured Sam standing with her hands up against the wall in my shower, her amazing ass sticking out and inviting my dick to indulge in her unbelievably tight pussy. Fuck, just thinking about her had given me a massive erection.

  As the warm water rolled down over my skin I reached down and stroked myself to relief. The entire time I slid my hand up and down on my cock I thought of Sam and how she knew exactly how to bring me to the edge.

  I flipped on the ceiling light as I walked back into the sparsely furnished bedroom. My cell phone was over on the dresser blinking with a new message. Fuck, I hoped it was Sam. I picked it up and glanced at the screen. Missed call from Mike. I dialed my voicemail and listened.

  “Hey, Cory, Dan from Fearless Powersports just gave me a call. They are filming a new moto video this week. Ronnie was supposed to be there but after his injury the other day he can’t ride, and they’ve chosen you as his replacement. It’ll be great exposure for you, and I’m sure you’ll make the trip to Vegas worthwhile. Shooting starts tomorrow morning so you’ll have to head out this afternoon. Give me a call and I’ll get you all the details. Later.”

  Bad timing, I thought. But, nevertheless, a video part with Fearless would be sick. Their company was a huge name in the freestyle motocross world and it would definitely help my career. I’d just have to fix everything with Sam before I left.

  ***

  Sam had told me that she had to be at work early this morning so, after getting dressed and calling Mike to firm up the details of the trip, I headed over to Main Ave.

  There was a small indie coffee shop next door to Beely’s Bookstore. I jumped down from my truck and headed inside. There were quite a few people sitting around sipping on mugs, and they all looked like they were regulars. Apparently, I must have stuck out like a sore thumb because a lot of eyes turned to follow me as I approached the order counter. Of course, it’s possible that maybe I just wasn’t the type of guy who usually frequented the joint.

  I reached the counter and a friendly looking, middle-aged man with a nametag that read ‘Greg’ took my order. “What can I get started for you?” he asked.

  I hesitated as looked over the extremely extensive menu. I had no idea what most of the items were. What the hell did Americano or Long Black mean? I went for simplicity. “I’ll take two regular coffees and”—I bent down and peered into the glass display case at the front of the counter—“a blueberry muffin and a chocolate muffin.”

  Greg rang me up and filled my order. I balanced the two steaming hot coffees and pastry bags in one hand as I pushed open the glass door with the other. The ‘Open’ sign was up in the bookstore window and I inhaled deeply once before taking the plunge.

  I pulled the door open and the welcome bell chimed. There weren’t any customers in the store yet. I made my way to the counter and set down the breakfast goods. The solid door to the back employee area swung open and I let out a disappointed sigh when it wasn’t Sam who rounded the corner.

  The short brunette girl flashed me a smile as she walked toward the front. “Welcome to Beely’s. Is there anything I can help you find today?” she asked.

  I returned her smile. “Good morning, I was actually hoping to run into Sam. Is she here this morning?”

  Suddenly, the girl’s expression changed and she looked me over skeptically. “May I ask who’s looking for her?” Just then the back door reopened and Sam, the goddess of my dreams, emerged. She was looking down at a clipboard, reading something, and she hadn’t looked up yet.

  “Hey, Shelly, did that order of cookbooks come in—” She lifted her face and the words caught in her throat as she saw me. Her feet stopped moving and she froze in place.

  I lifted a coffee and brown paper bag. “I brought breakfast,” I said.

  Sam found her tongue and stepped closer. “Cory, what are you doing here?” she asked. Her tone was full of accusation. Sensing our tense conversation, the other girl, Shelly, stepped aside and pretended to busy herself straightening titles on a nearby shelf.

  “I needed to see you. I needed to talk to you. I have to exp—”

  “I thought . . .” Her bottom lip quivered as she spoke. “I thought I made it clear that I want you to stay away from me.”

  “Babe—”

  “And don’t call me that.” she quietly scolded. Her gaze fell toward the floor.

  “It’s not what you think. I’m not hooking up with anyone else. That picture . . . I didn’t even know it existed.” I spilled my words out quickly. I figured it was my one chance to get them out.

  Sam lifted one of her perfect brows at me. “I find that hard to believe.” She spun around and headed toward the back. “I’ve got work to do. Bye, Cory,” she called as the door slammed shut behind her.

  “Damnit, Sam,” I said as I reached up and rubbed my hands over my tired eyes. When I looked up, Shelly was casting me a glance that was half filled with hatred and half with pity. She quickly turned away and scurried back to follow Sam.

  Chapter 31

  Sam

  I sat down on the squeaky, uncomfortable chair in the tiny break room and let my heavy head fall into my hands. Just seeing Cory had broken my heart even more. I’d had a restless night of sleep after yesterday’s ordeal and today I was exhausted as a result. Exhaustion and heartbreak were always a bad combination, and the two things tended to feed off one another. I focused on inhaling deeply and then exhaling slowly to calm my frazzled nerves. That asshole had really had the nerve to just waltz in here with a coffee like nothing had happened. Unbelievable. Un-freakin-believable.

  Shelly burst into the back room and looked down at me with concern. “Sam, are you okay?”

  I forced myself to straighten up. I wasn’t going to let that guy rule my emotions. “Yeah I’ll be fine. Thanks, Shel.” I gave her a weak smile.

  “What happened this weekend, Sam? On Friday you left here and it looked like you were sitting on top of the world. This morning you came in looking like you’d been rolled over by that same world.”

  “It’s nothing, really. I’m fine, just a little tired is all.” Shelly knew me very well, and I knew there was no way of convincing her that was true.

  “Uh huh.” She looked at me questioningly. “So I suppose that ugly little exchange out there with Mr. Hunk was all because you’re tired?”

  “I really don’t want to talk about it right now. Okay?” I stood up. “Let’s just get back to work.” Shelly nodded in agreement and walked out to the front. I followed close behind.

  It was a quiet morning in the store, thank God. We’d only had a few customers, and the down time allowed my head some much needed time to think. I kept thinking back on how wonderful the weekend with Cory had been, how everything had been picture perfect until, well, the actual picture. Maybe he was telling the truth. Maybe he hadn’t had anything to do with Megan’s naked pic. No, no Sam. You can’t give in that easily. It was impossible that he had any explanation good enough to erase what I’d seen. It was my fault, I’d let myself fall for him too quickly. I’d allowed my body and my heart to succumb to his charms too easily. It was like he’d put me under some kind of spell.

  As I worked, I kept catching the coffee and pastry bag out of the corner of my eye. They were still sitting on the front counter right where Cory had left them. It was a sweet gesture. He was obviously trying to make up for the mess. But was he really telling the truth or just trying to play me?

  Chapter 32

  Cory

  It was la
te afternoon and the sun was just starting to fade as I pulled up to Josh’s place. I backed my truck into the Commander’s driveway and threw it in park. My morning with Sam had not gone as I’d hoped. She hadn’t even given me a chance to explain, which really pissed me off. I understood she was hurt. But I wasn’t exactly feeling great either. I was ready to get away for a few days. Josh was filming for the Fearless video as well so we were carpooling out to Vegas.

  In my rearview mirror, I spotted Josh coming down the drive. I opened my door and hopped down.

  He swung his giant gear bag over the side of the bed. “Sup, Steele.” We bumped fists.

  “Ready to get the fuck outta town for a few days,” I replied.

  He nodded in agreement. “Me too. I’m stoked they called you to come out. It should be sick.” Josh had been sponsored by Fearless for a few years, and he had done a lot of promos with the company. I’d been catching flow and some small paychecks from them, but I’d never been in one of their videos before.

  ***

  It was well after midnight when we drove into town. But for the city that never sleeps it was like pulling up at the bustling start of the day. The streets were packed with people, and traffic was totally jammed. We were filming somewhere in the desert just outside Las Vegas, but they had put us up in a hotel at the edge of the strip for the week.

  “Want to grab a beer?” the Commander asked as we reached our neighboring rooms.

  “Nah, I think I’m just going to chill and try to get some sleep,” I said. After the long weekend, sleepless night and disappointing morning I was exhausted.