Heart to Heart

Cold beer washed down the grilled to perfection steaks accompanied by Mick’s, fried to a golden crisp, stinky onions and potatoes. As they absorbed one of the few and far between home-cooked meals, time ticked quickly away until game time. Samantha noted the sunlight softening through the kitchen window over the sink as she wiped the counter off and threw the towel at the sink. “Who wants to go check out the lake?”

At the moment, Mick was spellbound with the rich brown leather recliner that seemed to be screaming his name. “I think I’m going to get acquainted with the recliner, have another longneck and familiarize myself with the TV and remote.”

Sam flashed Samantha the crooked grin. “I’ll go.”

Her pulse quickened to that smile. Keeping her cool, and poker face, she opened the frig and retrieved a single beer. Taking her time strolling over to Mick, who was hovering longingly over the recliner, she placed it by the remote on the little end table next to the chair. “We’ll be by the water if you change your mind.”

He waved the back of his hand at her to shoo her away. “Go away and let a man enjoy his fantasy.” Come to papa, as he eased down in the chair that formed around his butt like a glove. His face lit up with delight. “Oh yea,” while flipping the leg rest up and reclining back.

“Eww, that’s too much information,” as she backed up to the front door. Sam snatched her hand and tugged her through the front door as she raised her voice. “Don’t make a mess out of that chair.”

Mick smiled like fool in the chair and wrapped his fingers around the cold beer bottle. He listened to the vacuum seal break as the top popped. Now the empty hand itched to be filled with the remote. Filling its need, he pressed the power button and the TV came to life. “I love vacations!”

Samantha snagged up an old quilt tossed across the loveseat as they passed through the porch. Lacing his fingers through hers, they quietly walked hand in hand, slowly along the flag stone path. As they past the fire pit area at the side of the cabin, she could see Mick’s feet propped up in the chair through the window over the couch. What is the deal with men and recliners?

She let go of the epic question and followed the path through the trees. Sam gave a little tug on their connected swinging arms and broke the silence. “Tell me about the house. It’s well kept for not being lived in.”

She peeked sideways at him. “Daddy had a broker that took care of renting the house out to vacationers. It makes enough money to pay for it and the up keep. I just kept the broker on after Mom and Dad…well, you know.”

Stopping at the tree line, she flipped the blanket out on the grass in between a couple of trees. The plush grassy ground sloped downward from the trees almost to the water before leveling out. They could hear the brisk breeze filter through the trees on the other side of the water channel. The wind crossed the channel and lapped the water up on the shore.

Relaxing on the blanket, they watched the sun start its descent and dip behind the trees. “You know, every year we would be gone for a while…Well this is where we came.” Shadows of the trees inched and danced their way across the rippling clear water. “This was our little bubble of realty away from the crazy out there…A place to forget and just be a family.”

She removed her boots and placed them off to the side. Pulling in her legs, she hugged them tightly and rested her chin on her knees. Drinking in the scenery of the dense trees far across the moving water, she mixed in some of her best family memories. All was quiet, no boats, no houses and no people. “This place made Mom and Dad happy.”

Laying her cheek on top of her knees, she looked at Sam who was silently studying her. “I always wondered were you disappeared to every year…Every time you left, it felt as if Mick picked on me twice as much. He didn’t like you being gone either.”

She smiled at him but the smile did not touch the sadness in her eyes. “This was probably part of the back up plan…I never asked.” The smile slid away. “I was afraid to ask…Sam what would have happened? Would we have been separated?”

“Thankfully, we don’t have to find out.” He patted the space in front of him. “Come here.”

She moved to sit in the open space in between his legs. Facing him, her knees hooked over the top of his. Their feet stuck out like school kids on the swing in spider formation. His hands slid around her hips and reeled her in closer. “I never thought I would ever come back here again…but having Mick and you here has made it less painful…It continues to be a hidden happy spot.”

Something stirred inside of him when she brought Mick’s name in the mix. He briefly broke eye contact with her.

She picked up on it and felt again something was off. “Sam, have I said or done something to upset you?”

He wasn’t being completely honest with himself. Jealousy tried to set in and he knew it shouldn’t. It ate at him when she talks about Mick…Even when she touched Mick, giving him her full attention. I think I’m losing my mind.

“Did I over step any hidden boundaries with you when I was helping Mick with the relax techniques?” Sam didn’t know quite what to say at that moment. She continued while glancing away. “You know, I don’t still have the silly little girl crush on him anymore.” She smiled and her face kind of lit up.

The feeling consumed him. Why is she so damn happy talking about him again? She belongs to me now and not to anyone else! Shock hit him like a wrecking ball as soon as the thoughts drifted through his brain. My God I am losing my mind…She’s not property to be owned. I’m a fool acting like this…But how can I tell her how I feel? If I told her now, she would certainly run screaming the other way and never look back.

The soften whisper of her voice brought him back to reality. “Sam, look to your left.” He could see what made her smile. A buck and doe, about twenty five yards back in the thick trees, enjoyed the tall grass while twitching their fluffy cotton tails without a care in the world. The deer weren’t a bit interested in them. Now he felt like a bigger schmuck.

Something was definitely wrong. Samantha started to plead as she searched his face. “Sam please what is it?” He tried to hide behind the security of hair hanging in his eyes but it didn’t work. She dug deeper. “Talk to me.”

He caved in. “Ok, I admit that I would have preferred it to be me in the chair and not Mick and that is so lame and stupid.”

She couldn’t help but give him a hard time with wicked little grin. “Why Sam, I didn’t now you cared that much to be a little jealous.” The game dropped and became serious just as fast. “There is nothing lame or stupid about you…and there is nothing to be jealous about.”

His hand cupped the side of her face. Closing her eyes, she leaned into its soothing warmth. He absorbed her features, soft pale skin, high cheek bones, long silky hair cascading around her strong shoulders and length of her elegant neck. You are so beautiful. The impulse hit him to kiss her neck.

The impulse sparked the possession feeling clawing at him again. Spreading his fingers, they slid through the silkiness, around the back of her head to curl in her hair tightly. With a slight yank, he eased her head back. Leaning in to kiss the small indention at the base of her exposed neck, he slowly inch-wormed kisses up her soft skin. Heat built up under his lips. By the time he made it to the middle of her neck, Samantha shivered. That shiver echoed through him. It excited him knowing it was his touch that caused such reactions in her.

A low needy moan rattled in her as the heat skyrocketed with the shiver. Within the moan a declaration was made. “Oh God Samuel, the fire in me burns … for you and only you.”

Under the setting sun painting the sky with its deep muted gold, mango and mauve hues, the possession feeling sank its teeth into Sam, taking a firm hold. She was his-he needed her now-plain and simple. The imperative need for satisfaction took over, kicking off a frenzy of clothing removal as the blue-grays invaded the sky.

Across the wide channel, in the mitts of the darkening thick trees, a pair of ice blue eyes had been watching. White mist hung in the air for a brief couple of seconds before disappearing.

In the cabin, Mick was enjoying the game. A wave of heat washed over him. Wow it got hot in here. Is the heater on? Reluctantly, Mick climbed out of the chair. He inspected the window over the couch and contemplated opening it. Just then a skittish doe and a buck sprinted past the windows. He leaned across the couch to get a better look at the retreating deer. I wonder what spooked them. Some ground squirrels scurried by next. He couldn’t help but pull the squinty look over his face. Why do I have a feeling that rabbits have something to do with it? 

Pushing off the couch, he proceeded to fan his shirt for much needed ventilation as he walked to the frig for a cold one and retired back to the chair. By the time he pulled a couple swigs, he cooled back down. That was strange. Do men get hot flashes? A touch down grabbed his attention and before long he lost himself back in the game.

Reviews

[Just Me]

Did a demon or something just do something to Mick??? I really hope it didn't because I like Mick. Great chapter!

[.quan.011.]

Wow, that another great chapter. I have a feeling they are going to have to kill Mick. Also I like that as soon as Sam started getting jealous. He took a step back and really thought it. I like that. One way to avoid a love triangle.

[Shep]

good chapter I was almost wishing I was there with them. Oh feel it coming more hot sex around the corner. So that's where I am heading now. So far awesome write.