Back to Me without you (Sibling Love Book 1) (10 page)

Later that night after making it a challenge to see who could be more fun, Abby and Sam ended the night standing outside his hotel room.

“So did I prove to you just how much fun I can be?” Sam asked Abby with a grin.

“The night isn’t over yet. I’m not done proving to you how much fun I am,” Abby challenged him with a cheeky smile on her face.

“Oh really?” Sam returned the challenge as the distance between them grew smaller and smaller. “I thought you’d be wanting to get home.”

Abby didn’t know if it was the alcohol talking but suddenly she craved for a kiss by Sam. The temptation was too sweet and too hard to ignore. Should she pass up the opportunity to kiss a gorgeous man no matter how much he might piss her off?

“I’m not ready to go home yet. I’m having more fun with you than I realised I would. Besides, I’m in no shape to go home by myself. I thought I would just sleep in your room.”

“Oh, you’re offering my place to yourself. That’s nice. How do you know I would say yes to letting you spend the night in my room? I might have other ideas.”

“You will,” Abby said.

“And you’re so sure of that.”

Abby nodded her head. “You like me. And I am a lot of fun. You want to see where this night is going to go just like I do. Besides, I figure that you’re a good man. A gentleman. You wouldn’t turn your back on me in my state.” And before Abby even understood what she was saying or doing, she kissed Sam.

“So are you going to let me in or do I have to do it myself?” she asked him one more time, biting her bottom lip as she slipped her hand around his waist to the back pocket of his pants, retrieving his hotel room card.

She opened the door and let them both inside.

Sam pushed her against the back of the closed door as she hooked her legs around his waist and he kissed her more passionately on the lips. His mouth then trailed down her neck as his growing erection within his pants pushed against Abby’s thighs, desperate for the attention it craved.

“I want you,” Abby whispered softly.

Abby’s words were enough to send shivers through her body as Sam carried her gently to the bed, ready to find out just how much fun she could have tonight.

The following morning Abby rolled over onto her side. She slowly opened her eyes to the early morning sun that streamed in through the bedroom window. Being a bit cold, she pulled the comforter up around her body before she noticed something was off. This was not the room she was staying at in her sibling’s house and why wasn’t she wearing any clothes? She struggled to remember what happened last night, but the details were fuzzy. She covered her face with her hands. Oh shit! What did she drink and eat? Her breath smelled horrible.

Reluctantly, she turned to the other side of the bed. Thank goodness it was empty. Was it possible she had gotten so wasted last night that Sam had made her sleep in his bed alone? She hoped so. Nothing else made sense. Drunk or not, Abby didn’t think she would sleep with Sam.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t hear the door open but jumped when Sam’s voice echoed through the room.

“Good morning, sunshine! I see you’re finally awake.”

Fuck!

There was no sunshine about this morning.

Abby groaned, covering her make-up smeared face with the back of her hand. It was still too early to contemplate further whatever happened last night and Sam’s voice was way too chirpy for her this morning.

“What time is it?” Abby asked, staring up at the ceiling.

Sam glanced down at the gold Rolodex on his wrist. “9 AM.”

Abby sat up in bed, almost forgetting that she was wearing next to nothing. She held on tight to the comforter wrapped around her. Even if Sam had seen more of her than she would have liked last night, it didn’t mean he had to see her again this morning.

“Why did you let me sleep in?” she asked, giving him a scrunched-up facial expression. “I’m not going to be able to sneak home now. Jessica and Steven will most likely be awake. They’ll give me shit to compensate for all the times I’ve given them shit about coming home late after a big night.”

It was something she didn’t need to withstand. She already felt shitty for walking out on Jessica’s engagement party, on top of getting wasted with Sam.

Sam shrugged his shoulders. “Look at the bright side, at least they can’t call you a good girl anymore.”

Abby supposed he had a point, but how did he know she was such a good girl? Had she somehow blurted it out last night?

Sam was putting on a pair of faded jeans, and a t-shirt was evident that showed Abby just how fit and toned he was.

He ran a hand through his scruffy blonde hair that was standing up on its end. “I figured you could do with a little sleep-in. You did drink an awful lot last night.”

“You did too. I thought we had the same amount of alcohol.”

“I didn’t have as much as you. And besides, I have a better metabolism than you do. I can control my alcohol intake better than most people.”

“So did we…?”

“Sleep together last night? Well, we did ‘sleep’ together, so yes we did.” Sam laughed. He used air quotes to get his point across.

Abby frowned. She was in no mood for laughing and smiling. “Don’t be silly. You know what I mean.”

“Are you saying you don’t remember what we did last night?” Sam joked again, but Abby only folded her arms over her chest. “Then I either have some good or bad news depending on which way you’re going to take it. Yes, we had sex last night.”

Oh, God.

Abby collapsed down onto the pillow, shutting her eyes in an attempt to remember the events of the preceding evening.

Had she been so wasted she couldn’t remember a single thing that happened? Abby had never been that drunk in her life, so why would she start now at twenty-eight years of age?

A pounding headache was hitting her hard, and she used her index fingers to massage her temples. She lay there in silence, flashing back to the night before. She remembered leaving her sister’s engagement party early. She remembered Sam following after her and then taking a trip to her childhood home. She also remembered sitting at the bar of the hotel Sam was staying at and drinking a couple of glasses of wine. Anything after that was a hazy blur, although she did remember undressing. She wondered if Sam also had something to do with that.

She groaned and gave him a glare. “You’re serious?”

“Do you not remember anything from last night?”

“Some,” she hedged. “The last thing I can remember is drinking with you at the bar of the hotel. So just tell me the truth. Did we have sex?” She could hardly believe she’d made such a fool of herself.

Sam’s expression sobered, and he sat down on the edge of the bed. Did he tell her the truth or make up a lie she wanted to hear? He could see she was somebody who normally did not do this kind of thing. Hell, he didn’t either. On most occasions, he closed off his heart. He was always trying to protect his heart from getting broken.

Maybe it was the alcohol, but Sam had thought maybe he and Abby were connecting on a deeper level. She didn’t seem like other women he had been with. Perhaps that was why he felt drawn to her because she was different.

Sam drew in a deep breath. “I think so,” he admitted, replaying the vivid image engraved into his mind of their night together.

Abby groaned again and slapped her palm to her forehead.

Sam winced at her reaction, but asked, “Do you want to hear the details? Or not?”

She took a deep breath, then answered. “Tell me.”

“Well, you were quite funny. Making a lot of cute jokes and witty come-backs. Charming. Then later on, as we were leaving the hotel bar, you bet me that I couldn’t steal a kiss. I know it wasn’t very gentlemanly of me, but I wasn’t about to turn down an opportunity to kiss a beautiful woman. But in my defence, I only intended a kiss. Nothing more.”

His mind travelled back to the night before when she had leaned in towards him, pushing her body against his, making it impossible to say no. The feel of her pressed against him had his manhood was begging for more. Her hands had wrapped around his neck, and when her lips found his, he hadn’t wanted it ever to end. When their lips parted and they were both looking into the other’s eyes, he had so hoped that maybe she wanted him too.

Then in one swift and impulsive move, their mouths had fused together once more. They stripped each other of their clothes and fell as one onto the bed. They stayed entwined for most of the night, giving each other one hell of a thrill ride and lots of fun. He had had some fun with her last night—more fun than he could remember in a long time.

Sam shook the erotic memories from his head before they got excited him again. He didn’t think Abby would appreciate that right now.

“So we did have sex?” Abby prompted impatiently.

“We did. It was great—I mean you were great,” Sam corrected. “And I just want to go on record as saying you never once seemed too intoxicated to know what you were doing. I didn’t intend to advantage of you, Abby. You seemed very alert and into it.” He didn’t want her to think he was one to have sex with an unconscious woman.

Abby was half–ashamed, and yet part of her was delighted to know that her drunken self-had taken advantage of being with Sam. She just wished she had the memories to relive over and over. He was a sexy man. And honest. In fact, he was the total package if she was looking for a boyfriend. But she wasn’t. Especially not one who was a brother to her sister’s fiancé.

Her sister. Jessica had to be wondering where the heck she was right now. It was time to go back and confront the disappointing looks of her siblings. She couldn’t avoid Jessica forever. She also couldn’t hide out in Sam’s hotel room no matter how much she wanted to or how comfortable his bed was.

Abby leaned her head back against the headboard, scanning the room for her belongings, scattered across the floor.

“Wow!” Abby exclaimed. “I’m not usually this messy.” Abby held the comforter around her naked body with one hand as she used her other free hand to scoop up her dress and underwear.

Sam blinked and stared at her. “So you’re okay. You’re not upset or anything?”

“What’s done is done,” Abby replied. “I’m not one to cry over spilt milk.” She kept her tone matter-of-factly, not wanting to give Sam any indication she wanted a repeat performance.

Sam gave her one last inquiring look, and when she smiled reassuringly, he took it as his cue to leave her alone.