EWEW - LWTBB 27: You're Everything I've Ever Wanted

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E.W.E.W - L.W.T.B.B Copyright © 2012-2017 xXMopelXx All Rights Reserved.

Current Chapter Posted - Saturday, February 11 2017

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{ Chapter 27 } : You're everything I've ever wanted



Nate never picked up my call at midnight.

A text message was sent instead, letting him know that this was an urgent matter. My phone buzzed almost instantaneously, and I wasn't even surprised when Nate knew exactly what I meant.

Come to the garage tomorrow. We'll talk then. Got a lot to tell you. Keep quiet and don't tell Sam anything yet. If he asks, you're meeting Nicholas there. – Nate

Did Joey get to him, too? Of course he did. There was not a flicker of doubt that Joey got to Nate before me.

I shot a reply, thumbing a quick text with my uninjured hand.

I'll be there. – Anna

My phone set by my side, I sprawled back in bed and closed my eyes. My muscles felt sore and exhausted, yet I couldn't sleep. It may have been due to the consistent dull throb simmering in my wrist. The coldness from my ice pack numbed my skin, but it couldn't numb the erratic pace of my heart.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Just like your therapist taught you, Jodanna.

A moment later, a beacon of soft light splashed my otherwise dark room. Knuckles rapped a resonating sound against my door.

I twisted my neck to look past my bedside table. The heart, which had only managed to calm itself a mere flutter ago, started beating a drumming pattern against its ribcage upon setting eyes on its object of affection.

Sam stood tall in his staggering height, his frame partially illuminated by the backdrop of light emanating from the hallway.

He padded inside my room. Closed my door with a decisive thud. Keeping those eyes on me. His jaw firm like stone, as if something angered him.

I shifted until I was sitting half-propped up in my bed. I flickered on the light – keeping it dim - to better see his expression. God. That look. That face. He raked his heated gaze over my exposed skin.

I wasn't nxked – I was wearing my mauve silk slip, which probably hinted at my pebbled nxpples, and a pink thong. But with the way he was eating me up, I might as well not have been wearing anything. Sam's expression darkened with something close to lust and fury. I pressed my legs together and shifted the blanket so it covered me decently. "What are you doing here?"


The hallway light was on, meaning my mom was in her room sleeping. This meant she didn't have an overnight shift at the hospital, which meant that Sam and I meeting like this was risky.

How would I explain to my mom why Samuel was in my room, nearly at one a.m, barely clothed except for his navy satin boxers and his impressive body on display for me, if we got caught?

Sam looked at me from his spot, the copper flecks in those green eyes gleaming like amber. "I stayed up waiting for you. Couldn't sleep. You never came."

My heart stumbled on its next heartbeat. I swallowed thickly. "You were waiting for me."

He leaned forward until he was hunched over the end of my bed, his knuckles decreasing the mattress. "Tonight," he whispered. "And every other night since you were last there."

Oh, God. "Come here."

Uncertainty gripped him and he shook a little for a split moment. There was no need for hesitation. But my Beer Boy, ever so thoughtful, was fighting an inner battle with himself. I knew he had a hard time keeping his hands off of me. But he was doing it. For me.

He gulped. "Anna?"

I crooked a finger and beckoned him closer. "Closer, Samuel."

He took a deep breath. I was shook by the determination and self-control whirling in his orbs. It was all the undertone of yearning and longing – for me. Never did I think someone could feel like this for me. The way Sam so obviously felt for me.

He unclenched his jaw and scraped a hand over his stubbly cheek, as if trying to ease the tension there. In a move that left me feeling like I ran a marathon, he all but lifted himself onto my bed with effortless strength and with all the grace of a feline. Those defined muscles moving and bunching under that taut bronze skin as my very own virility God crawled up and over my body. He forced me to scoot backward. He fell on top of me, letting every inch of our skin meet sensually in the dark.

"I'm here," he breathed mischievously as he crushed me deliciously under his weight.

His forearms framed each side of my head. Sam's face bent and he skirted his lips over my cheek in a playful warm pattern. "You smell amazing."

I took a second to drink it all in. "So do you."

Sam wore this cologne that was male, musky, and simply divinely mouth-watering.

I brushed his chiseled jaw with the back of my hand. He puffed out a breath. The sound was tiring. It tickled my skin.

"I'm sorry I kept you waiting," I said lowly, my fingers inching towards the crown of his head. "I didn't know you were waiting for me."

Sam parted my thighs with his big hands, the move so sinful and naughty, to accommodate himself. He settled better on top of me. My body welcomed the weight of his packed muscles. I bit my lip when those calloused fingers ghosted my inner thighs and pushed the hem of my nightdress higher. He hid a smile in my collarbone. "Mmm."

When his thumb accidentally discovered the lacy edge of my pink thong, my breathing picked up and I felt him stifle a grxan of need. "Did you really not know I was waiting? Or were you keeping yourself away, knowing I'd chase you down, and try to get my hands on the sxxy little nothings you wear to bed."

Be still, my fvcking heart.

"I didn't know you were waiting, hon," I said simply, creeping my manicured nails into his hair.

"I like when you call me, hon," he confessed gravelly, clutching my waist with big hands. "Sounds so fvcking sxxy coming out of your mouth."

Sam made a point to gather my messed up waves in his hands and fan them out on my pillow so they draped like a blond waterfall around my face. He combed through them with fascination and stared at me with an awestruck expression. I trickled a finger down his neck teasingly. Sam hooked my leg over his back. When he manoeuvered me to his liking, he lay back on top of my, his hard-inked planes molding to my firmer curves.

I played with the phoenix and falcon tattoo on his arm. He didn't have the falcon addition yet when I first saw his tattoo. It looked recent and fresh. I'd ask him what it meant later. Right now, our legs were blissfully tangled and I was too comfortable to move or speak. I was content just laying in bed and feeling him on top of me. His body heat transferred onto me and left me anything but cold. I was surrounded in a muscle fortress while said fortress held me strongly to him.

Sam's breathing slowed against my shoulder and his hands tightened on my waist. I wasn't going anywhere.

"Tired?" I tucked the blanket around us.

He could barely keep his eyes open. A stifled yawn floated over my neck. "Your fault. Kept me waiting."

"Oh."

"Mmm."

"You need to sleep?" I feathered a hand down his defined back.

"Yeah, baby. So fvcking exhausted."

"Okay," I hushed in his ear. "But before you sleep...Just know that you're crushing me."

He rolled off me without a word and turned to his side. He reached for me and tucked me deep within. I smiled into my pillow. He threw a leg over us and branded me with his arms. "Just so you know," he rumbled in that gravelly voice that was growing on me. "I'm taking you on a date tomorrow. You're my girl."

My heart's remaining splintered pieces stuck together and it beat wildly as a whole at those words. "I know," I whispered. "You going to finally kiss me then?"

But Sam was already asleep, his light snores echoing in the darkness of my room, as well as the depths of my chest.

I also fell asleep in a few minutes, locked tightly in my guy's arms.

* * *


Sam was having breakfast with Michael when I came down the stairs.

My mom was at the stove, flipping pancakes and smiling brightly at the two boys. Michael was showing Sam one of his action figurine. Sam listened with rapt attention and kept spoon-feeding him bites in between his explanation. The sight pulled at my heart strings.

When I woke up this morning, I was disappointed to find his side of the bed crinkled and cold. The imprint of Sam's body still dented his side, but he was no longer there. I told myself that it was because he'd snuck out before my mother could catch us. Which, admittedly, was the wise choice on his part.

When I entered the kitchen, all dressed up with my Western Civilization report in hand, Sam's eyes lazily drifted to mine and a ghost of a smile quirked his lips. We shared a mutual glance. The smile was gone before it even showed up.

My mom was watching us. "Anna. Come. Sit down and have breakfast. I'm making fresh pancakes."

It was more like Brunch if I was being honest. The clock stated fifteen after noon and I needed to hand my report soon. "Mom, I have to go to school."

Her eyebrows rose and she waved her spatula at me. "Anna...It's Saturday. Darling, you don't have school on the weekends."

I chuckled and went up to her, kissing her cheek. "Missed you around the house, Mom." Her face melted. "But I actually need to go to hand in my report. I got an extension thanks to Mrs. Anderson and I better not screw it up."

"Okay," she sighed. "Come back home soon, all right? And at least have a pancake before you go."

"Save me one, I'll have it later. I'll stick to toast and coffee for now."

"Were you planning on taking your car?" She flipped another pancake. I noticed Sam was subtly watching us when he thought my mom wasn't looking. "I might need it since mine had to be sent back to the garage for repair," she sighed. "I'm just going to buy a new car in a few months."

I nodded. "Don't worry about it. You can take mine-"

"Do you need a ride to school?"

My mom and I both turned to look at Sam. He had just finished his coffee and what looked like a plate of once massively stacked pancakes. He shot my mom a soft look. "Thank you for breakfast, Isobel. It was delicious."

My mom smiled at him and, God help her, actually blushed under his green gaze. "Don't mention it, darling. It's the least I can do for you." She turned to me. "Anna, that's a great idea. If you don't mind that is, Sam."

Sam shook his head and rose from his chair. He was wearing cotton pyjamas – obviously he put those on because last night he was only in boxers - and the white shirt he had on stretched so perfectly across his muscular chest. I spent last night plastered against that chest. "Give me a few minutes to change and I'll take you."

Michael looked distraught that Sam was leaving him and shot me a puppy-dog look. It wouldn't be necessary since I'd already arranged for a lift with Gabriela. "Hey – Thanks, but don't worry about it. My friend's coming to pick me up."

Sam's eyebrows shot up at my informal tone and he was about to object, before he realized his slip. My mom. She. Was. Right. There.

"Uh, okay. Do you need a ride back?"

"No." I said quickly. Mom and Sam assessed me with skeptical looks. "I'm not coming straight home. I, uh, need to be somewhere."

My mom used her spatula to toss a couple of finished pancakes onto a plate before sitting down. "Where are you going?"

I watched her drizzle syrup on them. "I have to go see a friend. You remember Nico?"

My mom paused with her forkful of pancake. "Nicholas King? That nice boy you used to be friends with?"

I nodded. "Yeah. We're still friends mom. We're just hanging out."

Behind her, Sam arched an eyebrow. I ignored his reaction and went on to pour myself a coffee. I grabbed a toast and spread jam on it. The white quality of his battered knuckles indicated that Sam wasn't buying my shxt.

"Oh. Okay. Well." My mom chewed for a bit. "Tell him I said hello. Maybe you should invite him over sometimes." My mom cast a wink. "He was cute from what I remember."

Sam's sharp inhale was completely dismissed. I choked on my coffee. I did not need my mother hitting on my friends.

"He's just a friend, mom," I assured her. I bent down to give Michael a kiss as soon as Gabby's text flashed that she was outside.

My mom giggled around her fork. "Uh huh. Sure."

My mom's commentary was not helping Sam's case. He was standing against the counter with his ankles crossed, his hands behind him, clutching the granite surface until I thought it would crack under pressure.

"I'm going to go now."

I said a quick good bye but otherwise didn't wait for anyone. Sam's eyes were burning holes in my back, I could feel it. I grabbed my thigh-high boots and threw on my leather jacket before heading out.

Sam's text message came when I sat in Gabby's car.

What are you not telling me? – Beer Boy

I turned my phone off.

* * *


I was walking out of Mrs. Anderson's office after a torturous forty five minutes of wait, when I heard a male voice echoing my name.

"Anna."

It didn't sound too familiar, but I halted abruptly in my steps. I whirled around. Surprise shot through me at the sight of Troy.

He must have been trailing behind me for some time now. He adjusted the strap of his school bag. "Hey."

My eyebrows cocked up. "Troy. Hi."

"I saw you in Mrs. Anderson's office," he said, advancing towards me. "I was there to hand in my report too."

"Oh, I didn't see you." I wasn't lying. Her office was crawling with students like me who'd gotten extended deadlines. "How'd you do on the report?"

"I think it went pretty well. What about you? Haven't seen you in awhile. How are you doing?"

"Think I did good too." I leaned against a locker and folded my arms over my chest. "I'm doing fine. School's a piece of work, but otherwise it's okay. You?"

"You look great, Jodanna." His eyes ran over me in a very, very obvious fashion.

I blushed under his scrutiny. "Thank you."

I knew I looked good. I'm pretty sure I still had a date with Sam tonight, so I damn well made sure that my makeup was perfected, my strands molded into bombshell waves, my leather thigh-high boots that he loved so much and my itty-bitty jeans shorts that showcased my toned legs and a$s in the best way possible. I wasn't vain, but I knew how to look good when it was needed. My sheer top was a joke and my leather jacket old but cute. If Sam didn't kiss me tonight, we'd definitely have a problem.

"Are you going somewhere?"

I shook my head. "No. I was just on my way to the bus stop." I had to meet with Nate in half an hour.

Troy's friendly warm eyes swept my length again, a glimmer flickering within them. "Let me walk you there. I'm headed in that direction."

We didn't really chat as we headed from the east wing to the west wing. There was no mention about the last time when we were in this same exact hallway – when he told me didn't want anything to do with me. Maybe then my pride was wounded. But not anymore. I simply didn't care.

The truth is I had Sam now. It didn't need anyone else to take a chance on me. He was simply enough.

"So," Troy laughed awkwardly. His curly hair was a mess, just like his demeanor. "Are, you, um, seeing anyone?"

I froze. "Why do you ask?"

He cut me a sheepish glance. "A girl like you can't be single."

"Stop it." A good-natured laugh escaped me and Troy stared at me with a smile. "Thank you, but I am single."

We arrived at the west wing. The frosted windows overlooked the student parking lot. I could barely contain my groan. "Oh, god. It's raining cats and dogs. I didn't even bring an umbrella."

We stepped outside but stayed under the massive awning covering the institute. The torrential downpour was coming down in hard sheets against the ground.

"I'd like to take you out sometime, Anna," Troy mumbled. "Despite what I said before...I, well, I want to get to know you better."

He didn't say that. I turned to him with a gaping mouth. He wasn't being serious.

"If that's okay with you. You did say you were single, so I'm assuming that you're not seeing anyone."

I'm seeing Sam, but we never established that we'd tell people about our us. The little moment of shock caught me off-guard, robbing me of my next words.

"I'd like to take you on a date. Please, Anna."

My brain was still trying to decipher what to say. Should I tell him the truth, or say I'll think about it, knowing I won't go on a date with him. Anything to get him off my back for now. "I'm really busy. I, er, don't know."

I was about to give him the truth, when Troy's calculating eyes darted to something beyond my head. They narrowed a fraction, almost menacingly. "I'll see you around, yeah, Anna?"

Trent bent at the waist and planted an unexpectant kiss on my cheek. I looked at him, surprised. Not able to collect my jumbled thoughts. Troy backed away with a flirtatious wink before he disappeared back into the building.

I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong. Trying to brush it off, I spun around to walk down in the direction of the bus stop.

My heart hammered into my chest when my eyes collided with a familiar pair of green eyes.

Samuel came for me.

My grin faded to nothing when I noticed that he was seething. He obviously saw Troy kiss my cheek. He wasn't happy about it.

Exhilaration coursed through my bloodstream as I stepped down the stairs, my eyes transfixed on Sam.

The heavy curtain of rain couldn't conceal the expression thundering across his face. With his ankles crossed, he was perched on his bike, his arms folded over his broad chest. He watched me with something akin to frustration. It scared and excited me at the same time.

My booted heels ate the distance between us, my footsteps hurrying over the glistening pavement. I didn't even care that I was soaked within a few seconds of being outside. My once-perfect strands clung to my neck and my clothing felt too tight, weighed down by water.

My stomach knotted in different ways, until I felt a mass of butterflies igniting somewhere deep within. I came to a stop in front of him. "Sam."

His lashes were weighed down by the water droplets trickling down his face, over the slopes of his perfect cheekbones and weaving their way in that golden five o' clock shadow. He wasn't wearing a hood. The crashing rain had his hair clinging to his skull in an endearing manner.

I reached forward and pushed my fingers through the tips of his wet arrowed strands. He circled my wrist firmly, before pushing off his bike and rushing to rise to his towering height.

"Did you enjoy that?" he asked gruffly, carefully snatching my injured hand out of his hair. "Ignoring me like that? Driving me out of my mind with worry?"

"What are you talking

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