out a whimper.
He could not do this. Sam took her two
hips in his hands and held them tightly as he began to ease out.
“No, don’t. Please. You said you’d
stay.” Her voice was different, but it wasn’t just tinted with pain, there was
a begging plead , too.
How could he do this, but how could he
not do this?
Sam hated, detested himself right now,
but he was desperate to soothe her. Dammit, that he couldn’t do that from
behind her right now. His hips enveloped her bottom cheeks, her face and her
eyes were too far away and hidden from him.
He watched, mostly choked up and hating this
idea, but he swallowed his pride and asked. For her.
“Gabe,” it was all he had to say. Gabe
walked over to them, keeping his face serious and respectful. There was no
amusement, nothing that would say his friend thought this a joke. Sam loosened
his grip on her hips and as soon as he did that, he felt her body relax. She
kept her head tilted down and her hair angled down over the sides of her face
like curtains.
He was glad she had at least that much
privacy and the ability to hide her face at his idiotic brilliance.
He stroked a hand up and down her back,
following the line of her spine with his finger, trying for anything that would
be soothing from all the way back here. Gabe saw what Sam was doing but didn’t
react.
Sam mouthed to Gabe, “Help her for me,
please.”
Gabe had to see the desperation on his
face and nodded. Then he did something so natural but in no way sexual. Gabe
petted her hair and pulled her face into the crook of his shoulder. After a
second, he signaled Sam should keep going. But needing more assurance, Sam
eyeballed Gabe and lifted his chin, silently asking if she was really okay.
Gabe nodded.
Moving his hips forward and holding her
still, Sam searched for more access, a way inside her body. All he felt was
resistance. She was just so small.
“It’s not working. I can’t hurt her,”
Sam said over Emma’s beautiful back and mussed blonde hair.
“No,” he heard her pant.
And then to his complete surprise, he
heard, “Don’t quit now. Trust me. I know what I’m saying,” said Gabe, looking
Sam straight in the eye. “She’ll be able to get past this if you just keep
taking it slow.” Gabe then cleared his throat.
Could he trust Gabe’s tolerance for pain
where Emma was concerned? Sam knew Gabe was bisexual and had had a boyfriend
not too long ago before his last girlfriend. But Gabe was tough.
So
is she.
Would it have hurt him to do one more Internet
search first on this stuff? He’d have asked Gabe, but even his friend would not
have known for sure if men could take more than a woman in this position. But
damn, women gave birth all the time. Still, fear clouded his every thought and
movement, which was why he’d gone stone cold. Just then, Emma swayed her hips
from side to side. She was trying, so hard. Yes, she was tough and so damn sexy
and beautiful.
He looked at Gabe who should be freaking
sainted, or at the very least knighted, for his efforts. His friend steadily
whispered into Emma’s ear, no doubt telling her to hang in there and that she
looked beautiful.
Jealousy shot through Sam.
This was a one-time deal, no matter how
thankful he was.
Apparently that must be written all over
his face because when Gabe glanced back at him, he coughed and pulled back ever
so slightly, then nodded in understanding as if to say he was only doing what
he’d been asked to do.
Sam rubbed his fingers into her hip-flesh
and moved his knees, searching for a better angle to try. She wiggled her butt,
his heart nearly came. He was pretty sure that had to be possible because there
was no separation for him between sex and love when it came to her.
He pushed. She cried out. He stilled,
holding in his own cry at the possibility he’d have to break his promise to
her.
“Please,” she whispered.
Damn. “Bro, can you distract her with
something?” he hissed to Gabe.
For a second, Gabe
He could not do this. Sam took her two
hips in his hands and held them tightly as he began to ease out.
“No, don’t. Please. You said you’d
stay.” Her voice was different, but it wasn’t just tinted with pain, there was
a begging plead , too.
How could he do this, but how could he
not do this?
Sam hated, detested himself right now,
but he was desperate to soothe her. Dammit, that he couldn’t do that from
behind her right now. His hips enveloped her bottom cheeks, her face and her
eyes were too far away and hidden from him.
He watched, mostly choked up and hating this
idea, but he swallowed his pride and asked. For her.
“Gabe,” it was all he had to say. Gabe
walked over to them, keeping his face serious and respectful. There was no
amusement, nothing that would say his friend thought this a joke. Sam loosened
his grip on her hips and as soon as he did that, he felt her body relax. She
kept her head tilted down and her hair angled down over the sides of her face
like curtains.
He was glad she had at least that much
privacy and the ability to hide her face at his idiotic brilliance.
He stroked a hand up and down her back,
following the line of her spine with his finger, trying for anything that would
be soothing from all the way back here. Gabe saw what Sam was doing but didn’t
react.
Sam mouthed to Gabe, “Help her for me,
please.”
Gabe had to see the desperation on his
face and nodded. Then he did something so natural but in no way sexual. Gabe
petted her hair and pulled her face into the crook of his shoulder. After a
second, he signaled Sam should keep going. But needing more assurance, Sam
eyeballed Gabe and lifted his chin, silently asking if she was really okay.
Gabe nodded.
Moving his hips forward and holding her
still, Sam searched for more access, a way inside her body. All he felt was
resistance. She was just so small.
“It’s not working. I can’t hurt her,”
Sam said over Emma’s beautiful back and mussed blonde hair.
“No,” he heard her pant.
And then to his complete surprise, he
heard, “Don’t quit now. Trust me. I know what I’m saying,” said Gabe, looking
Sam straight in the eye. “She’ll be able to get past this if you just keep
taking it slow.” Gabe then cleared his throat.
Could he trust Gabe’s tolerance for pain
where Emma was concerned? Sam knew Gabe was bisexual and had had a boyfriend
not too long ago before his last girlfriend. But Gabe was tough.
So
is she.
Would it have hurt him to do one more Internet
search first on this stuff? He’d have asked Gabe, but even his friend would not
have known for sure if men could take more than a woman in this position. But
damn, women gave birth all the time. Still, fear clouded his every thought and
movement, which was why he’d gone stone cold. Just then, Emma swayed her hips
from side to side. She was trying, so hard. Yes, she was tough and so damn sexy
and beautiful.
He looked at Gabe who should be freaking
sainted, or at the very least knighted, for his efforts. His friend steadily
whispered into Emma’s ear, no doubt telling her to hang in there and that she
looked beautiful.
Jealousy shot through Sam.
This was a one-time deal, no matter how
thankful he was.
Apparently that must be written all over
his face because when Gabe glanced back at him, he coughed and pulled back ever
so slightly, then nodded in understanding as if to say he was only doing what
he’d been asked to do.
Sam rubbed his fingers into her hip-flesh
and moved his knees, searching for a better angle to try. She wiggled her butt,
his heart nearly came. He was pretty sure that had to be possible because there
was no separation for him between sex and love when it came to her.
He pushed. She cried out. He stilled,
holding in his own cry at the possibility he’d have to break his promise to
her.
“Please,” she whispered.
Damn. “Bro, can you distract her with
something?” he hissed to Gabe.
For a second, Gabe
Similar Books
