Strangers, Friends and All the In Between

Chapter 9

I drive us back to my place, not bothering to stop at Sam's house before going straight to mine. I park the bike as we step off and head into the house. I let her Sam in before walking in and closing the door behind us. She sets down her helmet on the ground by us as I walk up behind her, snaking my arms around her. I begin to kiss her neck lightly.

"God, it was so difficult to keep away from you at that damn get together. Not that I didn't enjoy meeting your friends. It's just...well let's say I'm glad to be alone with you now," I smirk against her neck. I hear her give a breathy laugh. "If you couldn't tell already, I really enjoy touchy-feely when it's not actually having sex. Especially, if it's someone as sexy as hell as you." I whisper the last part into her ear before nibbling on the lobe.

"Really, Sherlock? I couldn't tell," she responds, her voice dripping with sarcasm. I give her neck a bite, showing that I didn't care for her sarcasm. "Ah! Hey. Watch it, babe."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to," I lie. She chuckles, clearly getting that I wasn't being truthful.

"Yeah, whatever, asshole," she says. I kiss up to her jawline, moving back up to her ear.

"Aw, now that's not nice." I move my hands underneath her shirt, barely touching her stomach. The light touch causes her muscles to clench quickly as if she were not ready for it.

"Where's the fun in being nice?" she asks in response, the smirk evident within her voice.

"I suppose you've got me there." I move a hand up to her collarbone and begin tracing the bone lightly. I feel her shudder underneath my touch. I remove my hands from her shirt. I hear her whine until I move in front of her and grab her hand. I see her facial expression and notice it's one of confusion. As soon as we reach the couch, I stop and face her. Before she has time to react, I push her onto the couch.

"Hey!" Sam laughs out. I laugh as well before climbing on top of her lap, straddling her. I lean down and begin to kiss her. She pulls away slightly. "Wait. What about your brother? If he's not home now, he'll come back eventually, right?"

I smirk slightly, "Nah, he's at a soccer tournament this weekend. He won't be home until Monday afternoon. That means we have the place all to ourselves." I wiggle my eyebrows. Sam rolls her eyes at me, smiling and giggling.

"Like we're gonna be doing anything that we would need the whole house for anyway," she points out.

"I know we're not. I just wanted to see your reaction," I say, sticking out my tongue and closing my eyes. Sam reaches up and grabs my face, pulling it back down to hers and kissing me forcibly. I kiss back, immediately. Just then, the front door opens and shuts violently.

"Aran Nicole Parker, what the hell do you think you're doing?" I hear a familiar masculine voice say immediately after I hear the door shut.

"Shit," I say quietly enough so only Sam and I hear. I lift my head to see the source to the voice. I get up off the couch and look him in the eye. "Well, hello to you too, asshole." Sam stands up off the couch and behind me.

"Aaron, who is that?" Sam asks me.

"That, my dear, is the asshole whose only hope to clear his fucked up conscience is by paying for the house he abandoned my brother and I in," I respond, bitterness laced all within my voice.

"Now, Aran, don't be like that," he starts. I cut him off.

"No. Fuck you. I have every right to be angry at you. Now, you may pay for this house, but I actually live here and I want you out and gone. I have a guest over and you are ruining my mood."