Page 33 of Jackass

I loved Sammy. I’d loved her since that first night. I honestly believed I would never see her again.

But here she was.

In my state.

In my town.

In my room.

I had to believe that in a country with over three hundred million people, there was a reason that she was here with me now. The reason was, she was mine.

Mine to claim.

Mine to love.

Mine to protect.

“Sammy, I need you to tell me why. Make me understand, please.”

She sat there with her head bowed. Her hair fell, shielding herface from me. As I watched her, I saw when the first tear hit the back of her hand.

I kneeled down before her. Brushing her hair from her face, I tilted her chin to look at me. I couldn’t handle the anguish on her face. Bringing my hands up, I framed her face. Pulling her down to me, I pressed my lips to hers.

The urge to kiss her became too much. I wedged my body between her legs to be closer to her. At that moment, I didn’t care what she had done. I didn’t care about anything but showing her how much I needed her. How much I wanted her.

“Jack.” She whimpered.

“Let me love you, Sammy. Let me show you what you’ve been missing.”

I sat back on my heels and pulled her down off the bed to straddle my thighs. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I held her tight to me. Slipping my tongue between her lips, I explored her mouth like a starving man.

With my hands on her hips, I pulled her down hard against me. Her dress pushed up, and my hands moved to slide up her thighs.

My lips made a path along her jawline and down her neck. My teeth gently nipped and grazed her shoulder. She cried out when I bit down. She groaned when I licked the same spot to wipe away the pain I had inflicted.

Gathering her close, I stood with her in my arms. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around my waist, and I buried my face in her neck.

“I need you, Sammy.” I challenged her to say no as my hands squeezed her ass, where I held her to me. “Do you want me, Sammy? You gonna let me fuck you again?”

“Yes, Jack. Please.”

That was all I needed to hear, and I stood and dropped her on the bed. Crawling over her, I pulled the straps of her dress from her shoulders, trapping her arms at her sides. I straddled her legs, pulling the dress and bra down, revealing her perfect breasts. They were larger than before. Fuller.

“Jack, please stop staring. I don’t look the same,” she whined, trying to pull me close.

“You are more beautiful than you were five years ago.” I told her the truth because she was. As my fingers lightly stroked the sides of her breasts, I asked, “Did you breastfeed Charlie?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

I wish I could have seen that.

Another item added to the list of things I missed out on.

My hands hit the bed on either side of her, and I leaned down, taking a nipple into my mouth. Sammy arched her back, pushing herself up to me, forcing me to take more of her into my mouth.

My hands lifted her up, moving her closer to the head of the bed. I flipped her over, expecting a zipper or buttons. I found neither.

“How do to you take this thing off? I want you naked.” I groaned through my frustration.