Everything he needs, p.9
Everything He Needs, page 9
“No, they… oh fuck, Sam!” I scream.
He chuckles deeply, and then growls as he buries his fat cock inside of me. “It’s big, but it ain’t that big.”
I moan. “I beg—oh God! I beg to differ!” I gasp as he plunges his big dick to the hilt.
He chuckles again. “I was talking about the apartment,” he grunts. I blush. Yeah, I was definitely talking about his cock.
He thrusts into me again, and I know I’m close. My pussy grips him tightly, and I clench the bedsheets in tight fists. I can feel my climax about to break, and I want him there with me. I want him to explode when I do, because feeling him come always sends me into freaking orbit.
“Oh God, Sam! I’m—I’m so close, baby!”
“I know,” he growls. He thrusts harder into me, tugging on my hair. My body begins to convulse, and my eyes roll back in pleasure. “Come, Elise,” Sam growls. “Come on my big dick, baby.”
His hand spanks my ass, and his cock slides deep. Suddenly I’m trembling and convulsing and with a gasping moan, I’m coming. My body shudders and arches, and my pussy tightens around his thick girth. Sam roars, and I can feel him pulsing deep inside me. He grinds so deep that I cry out when I feel his hot cum spilling into me in thick jets.
He holds himself there, both of us gasping for air. Slowly, he wraps his arms around me, and rolls us onto the bed with me snuggled back into him.
He chuckles. “Shit, we better hope the apartment is big enough with the way you were just yelling like that.”
I blush and giggle. “Well it’s your damn fault for making me scream!”
“Sure is,” he grins. He leans down to kiss my neck softly, up and down my jaw line. I purr contentedly.
I love our new place. Sam’s loft was great, but still a little too “party” oriented in terms of layout to really be a place for us to live. My uptown apartment was certainly big enough, but I think we both wanted a change. We both wanted someplace new to call our own, together. Plus, the new penthouse being the size it is, there’s plenty of room for other bedrooms. Or, say, nurseries. We’re not there yet, but that’s not stopping us from practicing, if you know what I mean. And Sam is very good at practicing.
“At some point, I guess we should probably go say hi to everyone,” I giggle.
“I suppose so,” he grunts. “Maybe after one more time?”
I roll my eyes and turn to kiss him. Then I slap his ass playfully and pull away from him with a gasp. “Up and at ‘em, cowboy,” I smile at him. “Daylight’s a-wastin’!”
He chuckles and pulls his huge frame from the bed. “You’re getting better and better with that cowgirl attitude,” he says with a smile. He pulls me into his arms and kisses me hungrily.
“I’ve got a great teacher” I smile back, kissing him.
It hasn’t been the easiest journey, but we’re finally on the other side of all of it. With Evan’s help in digging all of that stuff up, Crystal’s case went up like smoke. She backed out of all of her legal avenues against Sam. He could have pressed charges, and Owen really wanted him to. But he decided the best action he could take was to just completely sever all ties with her.
“I could sue her or somethin’,” he told me. “But then that’d make us forever linked with her. And I want us to be us, all by ourselves.” I couldn’t agree more with him. So, Crystal didn’t go to jail or anything, but she did skulk back into her hole somewhere. So, good fucking riddance, I say.
Rick on the other hand did go to jail. When Crystal’s scheme fell through, Sam’s brother got more and more unstable and even started making violent threats against both of us demanding his “fair share” of what Sam built all by himself. Eventually when he made a threat about hurting me when Sam wasn’t going to be around to protect me, Sam put his foot down and called the cops. When they showed up to issue Rick his cease and desist and his restraining order, they found a bunch of meth in his apartment, and that was kind of that.
Sam, bless his heart, still used his influences to get Rick’s sentence seriously reduced. But some people are just assholes. Rick still hasn’t called to say thank you, and still insists that it’s Sam’s fault he got arrested at all. There’s just no helping some people.
We explained me getting married to Sam, a man, as me just having found the one person I wanted to be with. Which is true, obviously. But it made for a better story than telling everyone I’d been lying for years. A women’s workforce empowerment group finally did reach out to me, and they seemed to know what the real deal was. So finally, I did cave and tell the whole story. But with their help, I’m using it as a teaching tool to show that Wall Street is still a boy’s club that inhibits women from rising as they should. It’s shined a lot of light on things, and I’ve had a bunch of different universities, women’s groups, and workplace equality groups reach out to ask me to give talks or lectures. Evan’s wife Julia is a writer, and she’s helping me outline the draft of my book about women in finance.
Fifteen minutes later, Sam and I both look presentable again. We join hands, smile at each other, and finally step out of or private wing to join the party. But whatever subtle entrance we hoped to make is gone when we step out to a round of applause. I groan and bury my face in Sam’s chest in embarrassment. But he just chuckles and grins to all of our friends.
“Aww hell,” he sighs.
“Breaking in the new place?” Harlow, Sam’s friend from Texas, says with a deep chuckle. Harlow might dress up well enough for a New York cocktail party, but he’s just as Texas as Sam. Probably even more so actually. He’s been keeping a place up in New York, but he’s a big-time rancher down in Texas. He’s even wearing his token cowboy hat along with his tailored suit, just in case anyone forgets.
“Very funny,” Sam grunts with an eye roll. His arms encircle my waist, and he hugs me tight.
“So that’s a yes, huh?” This time it’s Evan that sidles up to give us a hard time.
Harlow laughs. “Oh yeah, that’s a yes.” He turns to chuckle it up with Evan, and I sigh. These two are becoming fast friends through Sam. Sam made Harlow rich years ago by helping his rancher friend invest. Now, he’s beyond rich, having come in on a new investment deal with Evan and Sam. That’s one of the reason’s he’s keeping a place in New York. Though, Sam is convinced it’s got something to with my friend Savannah. If it is though, that girl hasn’t said a peep to me.
Funny enough with Evan and Harlow becoming friends, is that Julia and Savannah also are. Julia’s second book was a huge bestseller and was turned into a Netflix series. Since the main character is an up-and-coming young fashion designer, I put her in touch with Savannah, who is exactly that. The two of them hit it off famously, and Julia ended up pushing the production to use Savannah’s storefront and her line as a main point of the show itself.
“Oh, hey, speaking of breaking it in,” Harlow snickers. I blush red and groan. Harlow and Sam might both be cowboys in the big city, but Sam’s at least a little refined. Harlow is straight country still, and pretty rough around the edges. He sees my look though and laughs. “Nah, Elise, don’t you worry. Sam’s made it pretty clear how fast I’d hit the floor if I started making those kinda jokes about you.”
“Just don’t forget it, and you’ll save that fancy suit you’re wearing.” Sam smiles.
Harlow laughs. “No, I was going to say, since you ain’t imbibing anymore, I couldn’t exactly bring you some good ole’ fashioned Texas whiskey. So I brought you the next best thing.”
He holds out a clear glass case housing a crystal bottle filled with a red liquid. Sam let’s out a big whooping sound.
“Is that what I think it is?”
“I have no idea what that is,” Evan frowns. “Do you?”
I shrug. “Nope.”
“Spirit Smoke,” Harlow grins. “One of the hottest hot sauces out there.”
“One of the hardest hot sauces to get your damn hands on too,” Sam grins. “Shit, thanks, hoss.”
“Gotta have a least a little fun, don’t you?”
Sam smiles and pats his friend on the back. “I have plenty fun, believe me.”
If I didn’t mention in, Sam stopped drinking. He didn’t “go sober” for me or anything like that. In fact, I was fine with him having a drink when he wanted one. It didn’t ever bother me with my own sobriety, and Sam really wasn’t the party animal he let people think he was. But he quit because he decided it was one more thing dulling his edge when it came to work. And it was all his decision. You can bet he’s still a dedicated steak eater though.
“Hey, where’s Julia, by the way?” I frown.
Evan looks around at the crowd. “Oh, probably chatting it up. I think she’s in your kitchen with Savannah.”
Harlow suddenly shoves the hot sauce into Sam’s hands. “You know what, I think I left my phone in the kitchen.” He turns and saunters off. Evan and Sam just keeping talking, but I grin. Now I’m very curious to see what I can get Savannah to spill.
But for now, I link my arm through Sam’s, and we enjoy our friends and family. Evan makes a root beer toast to us and our new house. Savannah makes one with a pretty big glass of wine and makes me blush when she starts talking about all the extra bedroom space. Sam holds me tight with an arm around me, and whenever I’m least expecting it, he’s leaning down to kiss my cheek or the back of my neck.
I gave up vices when I quit substances years ago. Or at least I thought I did. Now, I know I’ve got a new addiction, but I’m pretty sure this one actually makes me a better, healthier, and definitely happier person. My husband is my new addiction. The city girl and the cowboy. The vegetarian and the caveman meat eater. Sparkling water meets whiskey. We might have started off like oil and water, and this might have started off fake. But now, believe me, it’s as real as it comes.
Afterword
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About the Author
A reader first and foremost, Jagger Cole cut his romance writing teeth penning various steamy fan-fiction stories years ago. After deciding to hang up his writing boots, Jagger worked in advertising pretending to be Don Draper. It worked enough to convince a woman way out of his league to marry him, though, which is a total win.
Now, Dad to two little princesses and King to a Queen, Jagger is thrilled to be back at the keyboard.
When not writing or reading romance books, he can be found woodworking, enjoying good whiskey, and grilling outside - rain or shine.
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