Mrs All American - luke

Jealous Luke

"Ugh, I can't believe you!" Sam shouts as we enter my room. "What the hell is wrong with you?" She shouts again as she throws her jacket off.

I glare at her as I kick my shoes off and she throws her purse on a chair. "What the fuck did you expect me to do?!" I shout back. "Did you really think that him touching you like that was okay with me?!"

A few minutes ago, we were all out at a party and some guy, he used to go to school with Sam apparently, may have been a little drunk, but honestly I'm a little drunk too. This isn't the point. The point is that he got a bit too handsy for my liking with Sam. Like fucking touching her knee and leaning on her and whispering things by her ear and complementing her too much. We're visiting New York for the weekend and I get that Sam hasn't seen her friends for a while and that she misses them, but I'm fucking pissed.

I don't care how it makes me sound and I'll admit that I got fucking jealous.

"It didn't mean anything!" She snaps and takes off her heels. She looks like she wants to throw one at me.

I almost laugh. "Well, I don't fucking care!" I snap back. "You know you'd be fucking pissed if Becca was being that way with me."

Sam glares at me and sits down on the bed. Lately I feel like all we do is fight and it's kind of true. We fight over things and it fucking sucks because tour is starting again and I don't want our time to be spent like this.

"So, yes, Sam, if some guy is touching you I'm going to get fucking mad," I tell her. "I'm your fucking boyfriend, of course I'm going to get jealous."

Sam sighs and lays on the bed. "I just hate that you get so mad when it's just one of my friends. If it were any other guy, I'd understand-"

I walk towards the bed and gently pull her up so that she's sitting again. "No, you don't understand at all," I cut her off. "You don't see things the way I do when it comes to other guys. I don't want anyone looking at you like they want to have you. You're with me."

I really want to say that she's mine, but she'd probably go off at me and say that she's not my property.

"So excuse me for getting pissed off when some guy is trying to flirt with my girlfriend," I say quietly and she looks up at me.

At first I didn't mind that he was talking with her. I get that she has friends and some of those friends are guys, but a friend doesn't touch and talk to another friend like that. And they sure as hell don't ask them if they want to go somewhere they can talk in private.

Sam stands, her body just inches from mine when she says, "I get that it pisses you off, but you know I'd never take off with another guy."

"I just-"

She places her index finger on my lips, interrupting me. "Why would I want anyone else," she begins as she slides my jacket down my arms, "when I have you?"

"You can't just try to seduce after making me mad," I tell her as she places her hands on my shoulders and kisses my neck.

"But I kind of like it when you're mad," Sam whispers by my ear and pushes her crotch against mine. "You're so hot when you're mad."

I groan and lean into kiss her. Our lips move together as she roughly pulls at my hair. If she wants it like this, then she can have it.

We keep kissing as I push her back in the bed, the sudden movement makes us pull away. I spread her legs apart so that I can fit between them and press my lips to hers again. I'm still a little mad about what happened tonight, I'm sure she can tell by the way I'm kissing her and biting her bottom lip.