Russell

Intense Knights

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Samantha

"Sweetheart, calm down. Maybe you should explain to Russell what's -"

"NO, Phoebe. Russell just needs to trust me. This is for his own good." Fred was too agitated. Hell- we all were getting agitated.

"Well, if you can't explain to me why then I guess you'll have to suck it up. I'm not quitting. I'm going for my interview with Knights enterprise in two months, and I'm keeping them as my sponsors."

"Russell, you're making a mistake. Those are some bad people, son. It would be best if you stayed away from them." uncle Fred tried to remain calm, but both had their veins engorged. I could tell the situation was becoming way out of hand. Phoebe and I could do nothing but look at each other in silence.

Russell slammed his fist on the table, making Phoebe and I jump in surprise while uncle Fred clenched his jaw. Russell closes his eyes, standing up and lowering his head.

"I appreciate you trying to look out for me. But I am not a little kid anymore, uncle Fred. I don't need you to fight my battles. And if you can't give me a logical explanation as to why I can't work with them, then I can't call them to cancel my contract with them." he says, taking a step back. He storms out, slamming the door behind him.

I felt awkward sitting in front of Phoebe and Fred. She smiles apologetically and takes my hand, "Sam, why don't you go and check on him? I'll stay and... Have a little chat with Fred, ok?" she says, looking at me with a slight smile. I nod, gulping down.

I grab my coat and walk out to where Russell is. He's taken off his sweater and shirt, axe in hand, and chopped away to make more firewood.

"Russ... Are you ok?" I ask, hugging myself as I feel the cold wind and snow keep falling. His breath is staggered, and he keeps chopping away without a word. I'm not sure how much he's already cut, but he chops away as if slicing butter with a hot butter knife.

I stand there, looking at him with sadness in my eyes. I have never seen him this angry. He and his uncle are very connected, and I hate seeing them fighting. The wood is scattered all over the place, and it's piling high once I start gathering it and placing it neatly, one on top of the other, until I get a big splinter on my palm.

I can feel the intense pain as the wood punctures my skin. "Ouch!" I say, dropping the wood on the ground. Russell snaps out, making the axe fall on the ground, and runs to me. "Sam... Baby, are you ok? What happened?" he says, grabbing my hand.

It's dark, other than the light from the moon and the porch light. "I, I don't know. I may have a splinter, but I can't see."

He sighs, closing his eyes and pulling me against his body, engulfing me in a hug. "I'm sorry. I was just so heated. I needed to cool down. Let's go inside and see if we can get that thing out." we make our way in and to his room.

He walks me to his restroom, sits me on his vanity, and gets his first aid kit out. "Give me your hand; I'll try it out with tweezers," he says, holding his hand out for mine. He parts my legs, holds my hand, and softly takes the splinter out. It was a huge sucker and hurt when he took it out, leaving a tiny drop of blood behind. He then stays antibiotic and places a bandaid over it.

"There. That should hold you," he says, making me smile. "Thanks, Russ."

"Don't mention it. It's the least I can do for the girl who's always healing my wounds after every fight," he says, chuckling. But I can't help feeling worried. He hadn't seen his uncle in a while, and I hate to think we may leave in a few days with him and his uncle not speaking to each other.

"Baby, don't you think you and your uncle should calmly talk this through?" I ask, wrapping my arms around his waist. He sighs, placing his chin on my shoulder and hands on either side of me, resting them by where I sat. "Sam, I don't want to talk about this."

"Russ, we're only here for a few days. You haven't seen him in a long time; he's all you have. Well...besides me now!" I say, smiling and rolling my eyes. He smirks, pulling me by my butt closer to him. "Just talk to him... CALMLY!... he may have his motives. But you two will not come to any conclusion if you keep arguing over this. Please?" I beg, giving him my puppy eyes and holding his waist.

He was still a bit sweaty, despite his skin feeling cold. "Fine...but we'll leave it for tomorrow. It's late; maybe we should get some rest. I'll get a shower, and then I'll meet you in bed, ok?" he says, kissing me on my lips.

I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as he begins to grind against me.

Before we know it, banging sounds come from uncle Fred's room, and Phoebe begins to moan. My eyes widen in shock, and Russell's face gets red right before we both burst into laughter, covering our mouths not to be so loud.

"Yes...yes, baby, right there. Oh, Freddy... I love you!" Phoebe yells out, making me laugh uncontrollably. Russell nods in disbelief.

I have noticed one thing about Russell when he's too stressed out, and his workout is not enough, a good night of sex does the trick. The intensity of his moves becomes more heated, making us have mind-blowing sex. If uncle Fred were the same, that would explain why Phoebe was now yelling his name out and moaning like crazy.

"Maybe we should have a little fun of our own... What do you say?" Russell says, making me become aroused. I bit my lip, feeling him grind against my core, his bulge was growing, and I could see his eyes darken with lust.

"I'd love to. But- it's my turn to be on top." I say daringly, making him grunt as he kisses me, savoring my mouth.

"No complaints here. But first, I need to taste you. I hope you're ready because you're not getting any sleep tonight." he says, making my center throb with the need for him.

He pulls my butt closer, grinding himself against my core and kissing me passionately. Whatever happens, I hope Russell doesn't get hurt, and he and his uncle make up. But for now, I'm going to enjoy the night, knowing Russell is still full of much energy and excitement he needs to release.

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