In just a few short months, that perfect world starts to
shatter. Lance has to go on tour without Sam. He has creative differences with
management over the band's latest album that have left him frustrated. He
suffers loss after loss, not knowing if he can take much more. He turns to
alcohol to numb the pain just like he did all those years ago when Sam left
him.
Sam tries to be strong for her family when tragedy threatens to
pull them apart but when Lance isn't there for her when she needs him the most,
she questions everything she ever believed about them and their love.
Lance is lost and hanging by a thread. Can Sam save him? Or is
it too late? Will Lance be able to find his way back home?
Later
that night, Samantha was in the bathroom getting ready for bed while Lance was
performing his nightly ritual of checking on Emma before coming to bed. She was
going to miss these little routines their family had.
She
glanced at herself in the mirror. She’d managed to slip on the sheer, lacy
black teddy Lance had bought her in Vegas when they got married. He had a thing
for lingerie despite the fact he couldn’t keep it on her for longer than a few
minutes. Tonight would probably be no exception.
She
turned off the bathroom light and climbed onto their king size bed to wait for
him. They had designed their bedroom to be a sanctuary, a place to relax after
long months on the road or in LA while he was recording. There was a fireplace
and a small sitting area and Lance had to have a big screen TV. There were times
when they would get home from LA and they’d spend days in this room. She loved
it, but it would be empty without Lance.
“Must’ve
worn her out at the park today; she’s out cold,” Lance said as he walked into
the room. He shut the door behind him and his eyes widened when he saw her.
“Holy shit, Sam. What are you trying to do to me?”
A
shiver went down her spine; the teddy had its desired effect. Lust and desire
were written all over Lance’s face. “Oh nothing, just getting ready for bed,”
she stated nonchalantly.
“What-the-fuck-ever,
woman,” he mumbled, pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it across the
room. He undid his belt and had his jeans and boxers off in record time. He
hopped onto the bed by her and pulled her under him. His erection was hard
against her thigh. That didn’t take long.
“You
know I love that thing on you,” he growled into her ear. “And I’ve been
semi-hard since earlier this afternoon. I’m not going to play around right now,
Sam. I need to be inside you.”
His
words sent a spark of desire straight to her womb. She reached up and cupped
his face in her hands, looking deep into his blue eyes. “Then take me, Lance.
Make love to me,” she whispered. She didn’t need foreplay tonight either; she
needed to feel him inside her. She needed to be close to him tonight.
He
made a sound deep in his throat and kept his eyes on hers as he thrust inside
her. She moaned softly and arched beneath him, savoring the feel of him filling
her. She wrapped her legs around him and ran her nails down his back.
They
made love the rest of the night, dozing on and off in between sessions. They
touched and kissed each other all over, sometimes taking their time, sometimes
with a sense of urgency.
What I love about Scarlett Metal's novellas is that she gets so much into these little gems of stories. I loved watching Lance and Sam as they confirmed their love for each other and their devotion to their family. This is a heartwarming read, that leaves me wanting more of Lance and Sam.
Scarlett
lives in the Midwest with her family. When she’s not busy writing steamy
stories, she can be found with her nose in a book, camping, or geocaching with
her family. She loves Diet Coke, Tina Fey and Amy Poehler, and 80′s hair bands.
Goodreads – http://tiny.cc/pxiv1w
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