Soothing Gestures

Sitting on the couch in her big fluffy white hotel robe and wet hair, Samantha’s fingers raced angrily across Sam’s laptop keys. She became more pissed with every answer to her questions.

Muffled snores filtered up from Sam’s head, buried under his pillows while sleeping on his stomach. Mick wondered out of the bathroom in his jeans and under a white towel, scrubbing his hair dry.

After she finished reading the New York police reports and obituaries for the last six months, the pissed off feeling finally bubbled out her. “Son-of-a-b***h!”

Sam’s wild bed head hair popped up from the dungeon of pillows and Mick ripped the towel from his head. A united, “WHAT,” rang out through the room.

Moving quickly she placed the laptop gently down on the table before she decided to throw it. A battle brewed inside to keep in control and not to completely blow her top. Hard telling what would happen if she ever did. Gritting her teeth she growled. “I’m going to kill that son-of-a-b***h!”

A chorus of, “Who,” came from the brothers. Sam scanned the floor. Mick had an idea what he was searching for. He kicked Sam’s boxers off the floor to him.

Catching them, Sam shot Mick a guilty smile. Quickly, he slipped in them and moved to the laptop. “Sammie, you need to give up a little more information here.”

Mick spied over Sam’s shoulder and read the displayed police reports on the computer with him. “Yes Sammie, this is the part I LIKE for you to share.”

Sam flinched. “Mick not now. Sammie, do you have a name for this son-of-a-b***h?”

The brothers gazed up from the computer to a crossed armed, leg shaking, pissed off Samantha. A heated, “Heath Brannigan,” spat out with a quick flash in her emerald-green eyes.

S**t! Hit all three of their minds. Her control wavered. Closing her eyes, she stretched her arms forward, drew in a deep breath and held it, and held it, and held it. The boys waited, unaware they were holding their breath too. Finally, she let it seep out with the slow drop of her arms.

I need a change of scenery. Her eyes opened to them watching her intensely. “I’m fine, just give me a minute.”  Her cheek twitched slightly from the remaining tension. She headed to the bathroom to submerge her face in cold water.

Sam, in a flash, typed in Heath Brannigan and pulled up Brannigan Corp with a photo of a confident looking man with black hair.

“Well I’ll be…”

Sam moved his attention to Mick. “You know this person?”

“I meet him once. His family is loaded and he has one hell of an upper cut…He’s also a Hunter.”

“What the hell is going on here?” Sam became frustrated.

Patting his back, “Welcome to my world lately. You two seem to have me in the dark most of the time.”

“That’s not on purpose.”

“I know things have been moving fast…Way to fast. This,” pointing at Heath, “has to wait for now. We have other fish to fry…You need to get in there and calm her down before the Empire State Building crumbles in.”

Sam headed to the bathroom as Mick snatched up the laptop to read the skinny on Brannigan Corporation.

Sam peeked in through the cracked door while tapping on it. After wiping her face off, she peered over the towel in the mirror to him. He cracked the door further and slipped in, clicking it shut behind him. “How’s it going?”

Giving the towel a small careless toss to the side, she turned around and slid up on the huge black marble counter top. “I’m impressed with the different versions of ‘are you ok’ you have come up with in such a short amount of time.”

Sliding in front of her, he planted his hands on the cold counter top at either side of her hips. Leaning in Sam rocked her with the trademark smile. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

She couldn’t help but return a little smile and softly touch the side of his face. The softness also touched her voice. “I take it back. Don’t change a thing about you. You say anything you want, whenever you want. ..That’s who you are…and I love that person.”

Within a heart beat, she spun his world. Did she just say she loves me? He needed to know what kind of love she was confessing to but now wasn’t the time to pick over the contents of the conversation. “Ok you need to forget about the New York issue for now.”

She interrupted. “I know, focus on one thing at a time.”

“Well I was going to say that we,” pausing to exaggerate the we, “will take care of it when we get back. But I like the way your beautiful mind thinks… Now I have a request.”

A questionable expression took over her face. “Really, and what would that be?”

Scooping up her bandaged arm’s hand resting in her lap, he softly kissed it. “Please promise me you will not mutilate this beautiful body of yours again.”

His serious expression showed her how much it meant to him. “I will promise you the world if that’s what you want.”

Down right happy, he grinned again. “Now tell me…Are you ok?”

Ohhh, someone wants to play. Samantha’s eyelids dropped half mast as a shy smile played out with the tip of her head to the side. “Wellll…Since you’re asking…I’m feeling a little tense at the moment.”

“Oh really…What can I do to help out?”

She gazed up to the ceiling. “Oooh…I don’t know.”

Sam hovered over the exposed arch of her neck and softly kissed her warm skin. “Does that help?”

“Mmm maybe,” she hummed. The heat of his breath on her skin and the softness of his lips were actually melting away the tension.

Sliding the robe off her shoulder, he was pleasantly surprised and excited she wore nothing but skin. Sam kissed a trail, like warm molasses, down the side of her neck to the end of the shoulder. He purred in her ear. “Did that help?”

She purred right back. “Mmm yes…That shoulder feels reallly great…but the other shoulder still feels tense.” She tipped her head to the other side.

Sam parted her legs for a closer position. Slipping the robe off the other shoulder, he removed the pesky damp hair, leaving the next melting line of kisses. Her skin temperature elevate under his lips halfway down her neck.

Heated blood accompanied a surrendering moan. Oh man! They were eye to eye, breathing heavy.

He sounded rather ragged. “How’s that shoulder?”

She tried to play very serious. “Oh, it feels really good…but I still feeling a little tension hanging on.”

“Well, we can’t have that, can we? If you make the plane fall out of the sky…” With a slow no shake of his head, “Mick would never forgive us.” Her hands disappeared into his boxers and found some tension of his own. Sam’s eyes rolled back then returned back to her. “Damn girl…Would that help you relax?”

Samantha’s eyebrow rose. “Oh that’s a big yes sir,” with a nod of her head. He tugged the belt on the robe loose and she let it slide the rest of the way off.

Mick had been very busy reading up on Brannigan, putting the laptop away, proceeding to finish dressing and packing his things. Lacing up the last boot, his body started to warm up as the tingle spread across his skin. Oh Hell No! You have got to be kidding me! Falling back on the bed the intense feeling began to wash over. Uncontrollable muscles came to life, ready for action.

“Oh come on you two! Can you give me a break,” rang out in the room as he grabbed a pillow. Hugging the pillow, he screamed a muffled, “Son-of-a-b***h,” into it.

Reviews

[Just Me]

Tons of info in this chapter. Can't wait to read more about this hunter guy.

[.quan.011.]

Wow, this chapter had a lot of information. It was somewhat confusing, but this satisfying in the end. I found nothing wrong with chapter, but I was more interested in the story. I can't wait read how it all turns out.

[Shep]

House Keeping:

“WHAT”(,) change to question mark and place it inside)))

“Who”(,) change to question mark and place it inside)))

“Mmm maybe”(,) she hummed. )))

“Well I was going to say that we”(,)

“Heath Brannigan”(,) place coma inside)))

Way to fast. This”(,) place coma inside)))

If you make the plane fall out of the sky…”(,) with a slow no shake of his head “(,) Mick would never forgive us.”

“Oh that’s a big yes sir”(,)

Can you give me a break(!) change to question mark)))”(,) delete))) (r) capitalize)))_ang)))

I can tell when your are typing to fast, and I fully understand as happens to me all the time, but that what good writers do when helping other good writers do. Find those pesky errors. Good write as always very intense. I almost need a cold shoulder. Let me know when you fixed these and I will go back delete the errors I found so my comments are overly long. Moving on to the next chapter.