Samson

Chapter 24

Samson~

I came while she'd been screaming my name, crying and begging me to stop, and it'd been the most powerful release that I'd ever felt in my life. Once I had finally emptied myself inside her, I'd wanted to ask what the tears were for, but Mackenzie had passed out, and I hadn't felt like disrupting her with questions that she'd probably been too emotionally exhausted to answer anyway.

I also knew that her begging had been because she couldn't articulate what she'd been feeling, and I should probably feel like a heel because I hadn't stopped when the first tear had fallen. However, I'd been feeling some type of way about how she'd been letting me possess her body, so I hadn't stopped. Everything that made me a male had risen to claim Mackenzie as my own.

Now, mentally, I knew that she was mine. I knew that she was solid, and that we were in this together, but another guy had wanted her; another guy had gone after her and had wanted to take her from me. Hell, that same guy still wanted her; I was sure of it. So, there'd been no way that my parents, her mother, my brother...anyone was going to keep me from spending the night inside her. Even her brother, the Marine, had he been here.

I stared down at the beautiful sleeping girl in my bed, and I suddenly viewed my father in a different light. Mackenzie and I had only been dating for a few days, and even though I'd been in love with her for over a year, she hadn't been mine during that time. We didn't have twenty years of history, nor did we have two children together. We had four days and a year of pent-up emotions, and I'd been ready to commit murder for her.

I ran my hands down my face as I took a deep breath. I needed some space before I woke her up, then buried myself inside her sore body again. So, I climbed out of bed, threw on some sweats, then padded my way to the kitchen for some water. What I really wanted was something stronger, but I wasn't about to drink like I was legal with both my parents at home.

As I entered the kitchen, I was surprised to find my dad sitting at the kitchen island in the dark. Though there was enough light filtering through the window from the security lights outside, that was it.

His eyes followed me as I headed towards the fridge to grab a water. "Do you want one?"

"Sure," he answered lightly. "Although I could use something stronger."

I grabbed the waters, then sat down next to him, placing one in front of him. "I'm down."

My dad chuckled. "And I'd seriously offer if I didn't think your mother would kill me for getting you drunk."

I uncapped my water. "Who said anything about getting drunk?"

"I'm willing to risk a lot of things in life, but upsetting your mother isn't one of them," he replied seriously.

The kitchen was silent for a few minutes before I said, "I used to hate how much you loved mom more than you loved us."

Still facing forward, he asked, "Used to?"

"Let's just say that I have a new appreciation for the dynamics of serious relationships," I replied dryly.

"Well, to be clear, I don't love your mother more than I love you guys-"

"Bullshit," I shot back as I turned and interrupted him.

He turned to look at me. "Samson, you and Duke are my sons," he replied calmly, not reprimanding me for my word choice. "Everything I have, and everything that I've worked for and continue to work for, will be yours one day. Even if you make it into the NFL, and Duke makes it into the MLB, and everything is sold off at my death, every dime would be divided among you and your brother. You boys are my legacy. I love you every bit as much as I love your mother; I just love your mother differently."