Samson

Chapter 23

Mackenzie~

I'd been surprised when my mom and Samson's parents had agreed to let me spend the night here, but then they'd probably been worried that Samson would run off and murder the entire Mahoney family if they'd hadn't. Plus, my mom wasn't stupid or naïve. She knew that I probably needed the comforting that only my boyfriend could give me.

See, there was comfort that you got from your parents, and comfort that you got from your siblings. Then there was also the comfort that you got from your friends and concerned adults. However, there was also the comfort that you got from the person that you loved and who loved you back. That was a different kind of comfort and support, and it was the kind that could make you believe that everything really was going to be alright.

Now I was dressed in one of Samson's t-shirts, sitting on his mattress, watching him undress for bed. "You know, your parents seemed very casual about all this," I remarked.

"My parents aren't hypocrites," he replied. "They know they're...a bit neglectful. They know I've been raising myself and Duke without them for years, so they're not going to start diligent parenting now that I'm eighteen and don't really need it."

"It's still not a good look," I muttered. "I can't imagine what they're thinking about me."

That thought had been beating me up since everyone had arrived this evening. I'd only shown up in Samson's life a few days ago and had already caused him more problems than he'd probably had in his entire life. Now I was spending the night in his bed, and I hadn't even pretended to put up any modest objections. I had allowed the decision to be made, following Samson up to his bedroom without a word of protest. Not to mention that his house was huge, so there'd been plenty of guest bedrooms that I could have chosen from, but I hadn't.

Samson walked over, then sat down next to me, his chest and feet bare with only his jeans on, and I had no idea what was wrong with me, because the sight of his bruises and scrapes had my core clenching in pure female appreciation.

It was hard to concentrate.

"Mackenzie, my parents know about you," Samson said, surprising me.

"What?"

"A couple of months after I saw you at the game that night, my mom had casually mentioned that she had a friend with a great daughter that she'd like me to meet. My mother thought we'd make a good couple." My chest hurt with a jealous pang that I knew was ridiculous. "That's when I told her that I'd already met the girl I was going to marry and to-please-don't set me up with anyone."

My heart started racing. "You told her that?"

"I also told her the complete truth of the matter," he added as he nodded. "I told her how I met you, who you were, that you had a boyfriend, and that I didn't know how I was going to survive you, but that I would figure something out."

"Samson..."

My voice was barely audible with how much emotion was assailing me. Maybe it was his words, maybe it was the adrenaline crash, maybe I was just a mess...but whatever it was, it felt like my emotions were swirling all around me.

"The second that I found out you were going to Eastwood, I had sent her a text, telling her that I finally got you. She'd been worried for me that I'd never find happiness if it wasn't with you, so I texted her to ease her mind."

I reached out, then touched one of the bruises on his chest. "This whole thing is such a mess," I muttered sadly. "And no matter what anyone says, I know this is all my fault."

Samson reached over, then pulled me onto his lap. I was straddling him with only his t-shirt and my panties, and I started to ache with the lewdness of it all. I knew that his parents and brother were in the house, but I didn't care. Instead, I got comfortable, wanting what would come next.