A Favor (3 page)

Sam reaches out and takes the phone from me. It went easily. “He’s hung up already.” He tosses it on the couch and pulls me up by a tight hand around my wrist.

My stupid body doesn’t fight him but my mind struggles weakly to do the right thing, “No, Sam, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that when I don’t want to get involved with anyone.”

His eyes don’t miss a thing and when he pulls me up against him, hands at my hips again, I want to curse out loud as I melt into him again. “Don’t want to get involved with anyone or me?”

I can’t fight the shudder that runs through me at his question, and he has his answer. Eyes dark, his mouth covers mine and this time the kiss is wickedly enticing, and full of sex filled promise from the very start. My hands go up and around his neck because I’m terrified my knees won’t hold me up. Sam’s grip tightens on my hips and his hard length is burning into my stomach. Longing to know the feel of his body against me, his hard cock inside me, has me so wet my panties are wet and clinging uncomfortably to me. It shocks me, I’ve never been so wet, so needy before. The shock is enough to give me the strength to push away from him. His expression of dazed confusion tells me I only got away because I surprised him.

A kick of fear at his intent gives my knees the strength to back up as far as I can before his confusion dissipates. From the safety of several feet away, and leaning against the door into the room for support I try again. “Look, you and me are not going to happen, I’m sorry. Saying that after what I did isn’t exactly fair and I know that and again I’m sorry. But you need to get the hell out of this place, this room.

This job is good, not just for us but you. I’m going to lay it out for you. Taylor needs you badly, we’re down four trainers from where we need to be. Taylor looked into your history and we need you. What’s going on overseas isn’t over, you know that. The work we do is important and we need the best to train our people so they have the knowledge they need to stay alive. Why don’t you want to be a part of that?”

Sam shakes his head, heat still in his eyes. “Taylor profits from war and sending people into danger. I pulled contractors out of too many tight spots to not know that they made no real difference in the fight. Inept as infantry could be at times, always our Special Forces came out ahead and didn’t put themselves in danger like the contractors did. Yeah, a lot of contractors are former servicemen and many Special Forces but they acted without caution and without regards to the rules of war. All they did was make messes that had to be cleaned up.”

“Taylor has done everything to not be that. Our people run mainly JSOC ops, they are trained to the highest level of Special Forces training, both in physical training and in counterintelligence, they also don’t go over without knowing enough Dari, Pashto, and Arabic to get in and out without calling attention to themselves. Our people don’t make mistakes, we have yet to have a civilian death in the last six years. Our people don’t make messes we clean them up and we prevent them. Those that can’t learn the languages are only allowed to run security and protection for diplomats and foreign heads of states that need specialists.

Yes, Taylor makes money but our men are paid well and have the security of knowing should anything happen to them, they and their families will be taken care of. They have life insurance policies and the support of our company to handle injuries they might incur. They have the best medical coverage that they don’t pay for. The government doesn’t offer that reassurance. Taylor also created a charity for veterans and their families and thirty five percent of the profits of the company go to that. The charity does everything from building homes to paying bills, didn’t Taylor tell you any of that?”

Hands on his hips, he shrugs. “Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t. I don’t really know. I wasn’t paying much attention to him. Only two minutes in the door, he said security contractors and I tuned him out.”

I know I had his whole attention from the beginning because he wants me but gradually the fire has died from his eyes and he seems to be really thinking about it. He sighs and a hand went to the back of his neck. Turning away from me, he walks to the window across the room and parts the heavy drapes. Through them I can see the edge of one of the long low buildings that is a mix of metal and wood. The rest of the view is flat dirt but in the distance there are white, tall, windmills turning. Clinging to the doorframe I want so badly to go to him, he looks so alone but I can’t. To do so would only send more mixed signals than what I had already have, melting into him and then telling him no. So I do the only thing I can, I wait.

The drape drops and he turns back to me. “I’ll go and talk to Taylor, no promises on what I’ll do but if you really want me to go then you’ll need to make it worth it.”

He stalks me across the room and fear of my desire for him has me backing up and away from him. My back comes up against the wall in the hallway and I shake my head. “Sam, I meant it, no.”

A wicked grin spreads across his face, and instantly my nipples are hard. Stopping only inches away, his hands come up on each side of me, caging me in with his body. “Oh, Zoe, I would almost believe you if I didn’t smell your pussy wet for me. If you didn’t tremble when you looked at me and if your eyes didn’t beg me to touch you and fuck you hard and fast. I would believe you but I don’t. So if you want me to get into that truck with you then you’ll have to pay for your sweet little lies.” Leaning down his breath feathers against my ear and the vibration of his voice shot right to my pussy. “One kiss, and if after that you still keep saying no then I’ll back off.”

I’m fighting to be flippant, but it doesn’t quite work when I’m so breathless. “Sam, don’t you think talking dirty is just a bit too forward, especially when I’ve told you no?”

“Baby, I say what’s on my mind and I know what’s on yours. Dirty, you think that was dirty? You have now idea how dirty I can get and it will make you even wetter than you are now.”

Swimming in the smell and heat of him, I never see it coming. One moment his hands are up and the next a thick finger is tracing the wet line along my panties where I’m just as wet as he accused me of being.

“Sam,” His name, a gasp of sound, is pulled from me.

“That’s what I’ve been wanting to hear, my name on your lips soaked with as much desire as your pussy. Say it again, Zoe.”

It’s an order and I’ve always hated orders so it gets through to me where his soft tones hadn’t. “No, damn it, Sam. Please, stop this.”

“Are you pleading with me because you don’t trust me or yourself? It’s your turn, you give me one good reason why.” His finger continues to caress me along the seam of my pussy through the now soaked panties. I want to die from embarrassment as I grow wetter for him and my body trembles with need.

“I’m not good at relationships. I’m really, really bad. I end up hurting the other person when I can’t be what they want, apparently I’m cold and empty inside. It isn’t something I try to be but I guess I am and I can’t control that but I can control me not hurting someone else. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Sam laughs and an odd feathering sensation runs over my stomach to hear it. “Ah, sweetheart, that’s kind of you to care but I don’t need you to care about me. I just want to fuck you long and hard until we both have scratched this itch and you itch don’t you, baby? Your pussy is so wet you want me inside you buried deep to soothe that and I can. I’ll have you begging for it and I’ll have you screaming when you come. I’ll take care of your body and you’ll take care of mine, that’s all the care you need to be concerned with.

Also, it might have escaped your attention but I’m a big boy and I can take care of myself.” He removes his finger and presses his thick, large cock against me, making it clear he isn’t talking about age. “I’m large but I’ll make it good for you. The only thing I’m wondering about is if your sweet little mouth can take me as deep as I want. Do you know when you clench your pussy deep inside with longing the sweet lips of your pussy tremble? You want me in your mouth too, baby? I like knowing that, I won’t lie, I want to fuck your mouth deep but I’m not greedy, if you can’t take me deep, your tongue will do. Jesus, did you just come?”

Shame has me closing my eyes and shaking my head, unable to believe what had just happened. Then his hands are under my skirt pulling my panties down my legs. I open my eyes to see Sam on his knees in front of me. Shock keeps me from moving. “Sam!”

Sam ignores me completely, “Finally, a woman who looks like a woman, so damn sexy. Nice and neat, trimmed and soft, you make my cock ache from wanting you.”

I can only watch as he leans close and licks me where his finger had touched just moments ago. He sounds disappointed. “No, just a gush of sweet juice preparing for my cock inside you, you taste so good like a ripe strawberry right off the vine. I’m going to enjoy eating you for hours, I love how wet you are. Your body knows what you need, me inside you and that’s all you need to think about. The rest is just noise and fear, don’t let that scare you from what we’ll both get out of this. Usually it takes a couple weeks of some long hot nights but you, yeah baby, it might take a couple of months but I’m willing to settle in for that if you are.”

I’m fighting my body and trying desperately to figure out how the hell to gain back control. Sam moves back to me and chuckles as he licks along my inner thigh, slick from my overflowing pussy. His tongue roams again and I shake with need. I’m terrified of just how far he’ll go, and how far I won’t just let him but beg him, so give I in. “Okay, stop please. I promise, one kiss. Once we get back to Austin and you meet with Taylor, then you’ll get one kiss and that’s it.”

Sam is on his knees but his smile of satisfaction makes it clear he’s the one in control. I want so badly to wipe that smile off his face but I can’t, I have no weapons against him. “I get to use my tongue.”

The condition has no meaning to me, of course a kiss from Sam while he was trying to persuade would include his tongue. I shrug, “Fine, yes.”

His smile is so devilish and delicious I want to scream. “Go get packed.” The words grind out from between my teeth. He doesn’t move, just watches me and I move to the front door. “I’ll be in the truck.” With my dignity in tatters I flee from him. It isn’t until I slam the door closed that I realize I left my panties behind.

Any other time and I would have been annoyed at how long it took before Sam came out of the house with a duffle bag but right now I’m simply grateful for the time alone to get myself together and my stupid body under control. I’m still in disbelief over what had happened, it doesn’t seem real, but I only need to close my eyes and moment after hot moment comes burning back though my body. I start the truck and fuck, it had been an hour since I pulled up here? Never have I let anyone get so close to me so fast, normally, I don’t even like people touching me. I’ve never had a one night stand, all of my past lovers had been made to wait for weeks before so much as a kiss. Yet, I was the one who had thrown myself at Sam within minutes of opening the front door. This is bad, so bad. Now, I’m supposed to take him home with me, shit.

I wonder if I can call Taylor and beg for him to put Sam up in a hotel and put it in terms of courting Sam. Almost as if he could hear me thinking about him, my phone starts ringing and it’s Taylor.

“Zoe, you better give me good news.”

“Yes, he’s coming back with me. He’s getting packed right now.”

“Finally, great, you really had me worried. Don’t forget to stop for gas before you get back on the road and call me when you get home to let me know you made it back safely.”

Sam’s eye brows went up when he heard Taylor’s orders. He’d climbed in while Taylor had said finally and he’d smiled to hear it. Ignoring him, as much as I can, which isn’t much, I agree.

“I was thinking of going to the parking garage and getting my car and leaving your truck. Is that okay?”

“No, it will be getting late and you’ll have spent most of the day on the road. Just go home and rest and bring it in tomorrow. Christine will drive me into work tomorrow and she’ll pick me up today.”

“Okay, what ever you say.” Disconnecting the call, I plug my phone into the charger and fasten my seatbelt.

“How long have you known Taylor and worked for him? When did you find out he got you to work for him because he thought he was in love with you and wanted to keep you close?”

Not liking how demanding he sounded I consider ignoring him and the questions he shot at me but it was going to be a long drive if I did.  I want to ask him for my panties back but I don’t dare. Deciding answering his questions is safer territory than anything else we’d talked about so far I shrug. “I met him a little over two years ago. I was trying to sell my paintings on South Congress, another painter and I had gone in on a space and Taylor stopped to take a look. He had just moved out of his condo into a house and needed stuff to fill his walls. That day he bought two paintings and we chatted. I thought he was just curious about my painting, he was with a woman and I didn’t think he was chatting me up with her there. It wasn’t until later I found out it was his sister and that was her last week in Austin, she was moving with her husband to Houston. I admitted that I hated my job and was hoping to do painting full time.

Right then he told me he was losing his assistant and needed a new one, and he was. His sister had been his assistant but he’d already found her replacement. That person ended up going to work out at the training site instead. He asked me if I would be interested, but he made it seem like there were others in competition for the position and he wasn’t just handing it to me. Taylor has a way about him and he seemed so nice and genuine, talking about his company and it sounded more interesting than my call center job.

It never crossed my mind for a second he was interested in me, he was too slick. I was clueless until he and Christine came back from their honeymoon and she told me. What was really funny was Christine has been my best friend for years, I got them together. They dated for almost a year and she was still too scared to tell me until after they were married, in case I decided I liked him after all. That was crazy to me. I’d worked with Taylor for a year, and knew they would be a good match, how could she think I would do that to her?”