A Twist of Fate
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
4,579
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Too Much Wine
Sam didn’t bother to protest as Shimi filled her wine glass for the fifth time. The comfortable hum of alcohol through her veins had banished nearly all of her misery; and what the wine couldn’t manage the movie and pleasant company took care of.
She settled more comfortably against Jack’s side and snickered as the credits rolled for the end of Kung Fu Hustle. “So what are we watching next?”
“I have an idea.” Shimi slid herself off the couch. “Don’t move you two, I’ll be right back.”
Sam tipped her glass back and the velvety red slid down her throat. She felt Jack laugh softly and looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.
“She can be awfully dramatic at times.”
“She seems very nice.” Sam smiled. “I really am sorry about interrupting your evening…” her eyes went wide when Jack brushed his thumb across her lips.
“Enough with the apologizing.” He smiled crookedly and her breath caught as he ran the pad of his thumb over her top lip. “Haven’t I always said you were welcome here?”
“Yes, but…” she was drowning in his eyes. It was the wine, wasn’t it? Jack was a friend, just a friend. And he had a – “oh shit.” Sam righted the glass too late, the stain spread quickly across the creamy dress shirt Jack had tossed on before the meal. “Damn it, I’m sorry.” Sam scrambled to her feet, nearly fell; and then nearly sloshed more wine onto Jack when he caught her. “Give me the shirt.”
Jack laughed. “Easy Sam, it’ll clean.”
“No, come on. Let me get some water on it.” Mortified, she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the kitchen. Sam was just drunk enough not to notice Jack’s sharply indrawn breath as she attacked the buttons and stripped the shirt from him. She flipped the water on and set about scrubbing the wine out under the cold spray as she muttered to herself. “Stupid, seriously stupid Sam. I swear you’re a disaster given two legs and just enough brains to fuck up your whole life.”
Jack reached over her shoulder and shut off the spray with a laugh. “It’s just a shirt, Samantha.” She turned around and her breath caught at the look in his eyes. Conflicted, wanting … it was … “I tried to tell myself I wouldn’t do this.” He slid a hand into her hair, his voice thick with wine and other darker things. “Shouldn’t take advantage of you, not now. Not when you came to me for help. Damn it, Samantha, I don’t know if I’ll be lucky enough for a fourth chance.”
Before she could even work her way around what he’d been saying, Jack kissed her. One hand was in her hair and he angled her head back gently as he slid the other over her hip and pulled her flush against him.
She felt the moan in her own throat as his tongue danced over her lips and she welcomed him in even as her own beckoned him. His fingers kneaded at the back of her neck and Sam spread her own hands out over the warmth of his chest. Jack kissed her like he’d waited forever and his mouth moved against hers like he planned to take at least that long to savor the moment.
At least he would have, had the amused female voice not slipped through the lust and stopped them both.
“I swear Jack, you always jump the gun and ruin my best plans.”
She settled more comfortably against Jack’s side and snickered as the credits rolled for the end of Kung Fu Hustle. “So what are we watching next?”
“I have an idea.” Shimi slid herself off the couch. “Don’t move you two, I’ll be right back.”
Sam tipped her glass back and the velvety red slid down her throat. She felt Jack laugh softly and looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.
“She can be awfully dramatic at times.”
“She seems very nice.” Sam smiled. “I really am sorry about interrupting your evening…” her eyes went wide when Jack brushed his thumb across her lips.
“Enough with the apologizing.” He smiled crookedly and her breath caught as he ran the pad of his thumb over her top lip. “Haven’t I always said you were welcome here?”
“Yes, but…” she was drowning in his eyes. It was the wine, wasn’t it? Jack was a friend, just a friend. And he had a – “oh shit.” Sam righted the glass too late, the stain spread quickly across the creamy dress shirt Jack had tossed on before the meal. “Damn it, I’m sorry.” Sam scrambled to her feet, nearly fell; and then nearly sloshed more wine onto Jack when he caught her. “Give me the shirt.”
Jack laughed. “Easy Sam, it’ll clean.”
“No, come on. Let me get some water on it.” Mortified, she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the kitchen. Sam was just drunk enough not to notice Jack’s sharply indrawn breath as she attacked the buttons and stripped the shirt from him. She flipped the water on and set about scrubbing the wine out under the cold spray as she muttered to herself. “Stupid, seriously stupid Sam. I swear you’re a disaster given two legs and just enough brains to fuck up your whole life.”
Jack reached over her shoulder and shut off the spray with a laugh. “It’s just a shirt, Samantha.” She turned around and her breath caught at the look in his eyes. Conflicted, wanting … it was … “I tried to tell myself I wouldn’t do this.” He slid a hand into her hair, his voice thick with wine and other darker things. “Shouldn’t take advantage of you, not now. Not when you came to me for help. Damn it, Samantha, I don’t know if I’ll be lucky enough for a fourth chance.”
Before she could even work her way around what he’d been saying, Jack kissed her. One hand was in her hair and he angled her head back gently as he slid the other over her hip and pulled her flush against him.
She felt the moan in her own throat as his tongue danced over her lips and she welcomed him in even as her own beckoned him. His fingers kneaded at the back of her neck and Sam spread her own hands out over the warmth of his chest. Jack kissed her like he’d waited forever and his mouth moved against hers like he planned to take at least that long to savor the moment.
At least he would have, had the amused female voice not slipped through the lust and stopped them both.
“I swear Jack, you always jump the gun and ruin my best plans.”