“What the fuck?” Sam screeches, arms flailing, trying to hit me with enough force to stop me or get me to set her down. It doesn’t fuckin’ work.
“I don’t give a fuck if Stitch and his old lady are into that sorta shit, you kiss only me. Those lips are mine. Same goes for the rest of your fucking body.”
Hauling Samantha over my shoulder through the crowded field, I give any motherfucker looking at us sideways a look that dares them to interfere. I won’t kill Stitch because that asshole is a good guy, a good brother, and too stupid to know better, but any other motherfucker wants to stop me from hauling Sam’s ass out of here, we’re going to have a problem.
“Put me down!” she demands.
“Nope.”
Samantha growls. She’s mad. “Fuck you.”
“That’s the plan. You fuck me and only me.”
That makes her growl again. It’s cute. “My dad will see you, and then what are you gonna do?” she throws out smartly, like she’s got it all figured out. Too bad I’m a couple steps ahead of her. Always am.
“He took Twinks back to his room ’bout an hour ago.” That doesn’t bode well because she reaches around and socks me in the kidney. The bitch packs a punch, but not enough to stop me.
“Calm the fuck down,” I tell her, smacking her ass hard.
“Put me down!”
“Nah.”
She huffs. “All you bikers think you’re cute, hauling around your females like you own them,” she rants, her voice low and deadly. “Fucking caveman. Set me down, damn it.”
I chuckle, still walking. “Can’t. You might jump on the nearest cock.” I know it’s not true, but she’s already riled and looking for a fight. Might as well make it fun.
“I hate you,” she hisses.
Walking through the field and across the small street, I set Sam on her feet in the parking lot a few feet from the hotel door. “You gonna calm down? Stop screamin’?”
“I don’t know,” she growls, trying to pull away from my hold. “You gonna throw me over your shoulder again and kidnap me?”
That makes me laugh. “Kidnap, huh? You a child now?”
The princess rolls her eyes. “You know what the fuck I meant.”
There are naked bitches mud wrestling a few yards away, endless amounts of booze, my brothers bullshitting by a fire, and a giant fucking party happening over my shoulder, but here I am, fighting with Samantha, and I could give a fuck about the party.
“You just gonna stand there starin’ at me?” Sam huffs, hands on her hips.
“Yeah, I fuckin’ am.” I could stare at her all goddamn day, not that I’d ever admit it. When I’m not around, I miss her. Miss seeing her face and her body, but that shit isn’t enough to keep me around.
“I wanna swim,” she says out of nowhere, a little slur in her words.
“You’re drunk.”
“And you’re an asshole. Why are we tradin’ facts? I just wanna swim.”
“Swimmin’ drunk?”
“Yes,” she affirms, arms crossed.
Who the fuck am I to tell her no? If she wants to swim, then she’ll swim.
Walking into the hotel, I throw a hand out toward the swinging double doors with the word pool painted on them in black. “Go ahead, Princess.”
She smirks as she brushes by me, walking through the doors.
I follow. There’s a couple females in the pool, with two prospects watching.
“Out,” I holler, and no one argues. The prospects scatter and the chicks follow.
“It’s good to be the King,” Samantha teases, grabbing my cut and pulling me to her lips. She kisses me, smiling against my mouth.
“Damn good to be the king.”
Sitting down in one of the lounge chairs, I kick back and watch her. Watch her pull the dress she’s wearing up and over her head, tossing it to me. “Hold that for me,” she instructs, lifting a brow.
“Yes, ma’am.”
In a simple white bikini, showing more skin than she’s covering, I stare, getting my fill.
“Sexy as fuck, baby,” I tell her, watching her linger at the edge of the pool, dipping a toe in.
“I know,” she smirks, pulling her hair out of the braid it was in and shaking her hair out. “That’s why you’re here.”
Not the only goddamn reason I’m here.
“Because you’re hot and I wanna fuck you?” I ask her.
She nods, diving in and popping up and out of the water near the edge on the other side closest to me. “I don’t know why else you’d be here if it weren’t for the fact that you think I’m hot and you want to pork me.”
“Pork you, huh.”
“Fuck. Pork. Bonk. Pound. Whatever.”
“You’re crazy, lady, and that’s another reason I’m here.”
She laughs. The sound is one of the best things I’ve ever heard. “That’s right,” she muses. “You like your girls crazy.”
“Girl,” I correct. I wouldn’t put up with this kind of shit from anyone else. I wouldn’t be here for anyone else. Samantha is the girl.
“Girl?”
“You’re the only one, Princess.” She likes that. She smiles.
“So, if I did this…” She flicks her wet hand, splashing me with water. “You’d still put up with my shit?”
“Don’t push your luck,” I tell her, taking a drink of my beer and pointing it at her.
Samantha just laughs, dipping under the water and swimming to the middle. “If I push my luck, are you gonna leave?”
She’s asking me things she’s not going to like the answer to. Asking me to tell her I’m staying. Asking me to tell her I love her. Asking me shit I don’t have the answer to. Samantha’s the only good thing in my life. The only woman I could possibly love. But she won’t hear me say it because I can’t. I can’t lie to her.
“I’m not goin’ anywhere right now.”
My answer seems to make her happy because she swims back over to the side, to the ladder, and crawls out. She’s a wet fucking dream. She crawls on top of me, her wet pussy pressed against my cock. “Kiss your crazy girl.”
“Kiss your King,” I counter, lips on hers.
“Always.” I kiss the bitch like I love her, because I might.