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The Winter of Temptation

By: SoulHolder11



Authors Note: Hello, everyone thank you for checking out my story. I really hope you like, and enjoy. I would also like to say that I've never posted any of my stories, so I ask that you leave constructive feedback. So that I could improve my writing if need be, or maybe get ideas on what you guys would like to see take place. Any who, with no further ado: The winter of Temptation.

Soulholder11

Samantha walked into the café to meet her best friend since birth, and his girl of the month. Stopping she looked around, quickly spotting the thick curly mane of his currently blondish blue head. As if he could sense her presence he looked up in the direction she was standing. Smiling to herself she walked over to the table that he occupied alone. 'Where's his girlfriend' she wondered.

"What's up Sammy?" He asked, as she reached the table.

"Nothing much, curly." She shed her knee length pea coat, and winter hat before sitting down across from Ian. "But what have you been up too? Or should I say who have you been in?" She replied jokingly, to which he laughed. At that moment a beautiful woman came up to the table.

The woman was 5'5, with auburn hair that fell into a bob that framed her face, nicely. She wore a long sleeve turtle neck shirt, which clung tightly to her ample chest, and a pair of form fitting jeans to display her non-existing ass. Not surprising Samantha at all, she knew that Ian was into women with big breast. 'Typical Ian' was her thoughts, as the woman spoke to her.

"Hi." The girl said as she took her seat beside Ian.

"Hey, your Rebecca right?" She asked, though she already knew.

The girl smiled and nodded as she settled back into her chair. She slipped her hand onto the table, and tried to hold Ian's hand, but he removed his completely from the table. Samantha noticed this and shook her head 'As I suspected, girl of the month' she thought. Ian turned his attention back onto her.

"So I don't believe you when you tell me you haven't been up to nothing, I know you remember?"

She grinned. "Nothing has happen, curly." She turned her gaze away guilty, and he patiently waited for her to cough of the news. "Ok! Nothing overly exciting." She said. "I had a date Saturday, with this guy Calvin."

Ian frowned. "What the hell? Really Sammy?" He asked.

Samantha nodded and shrugged. "What?"

Rebecca just looked on with a bored expression as the conversation continued.

"Calvin? That is his name? It's so... so..."

"Attractive." Came a voice from behind Ian.

Ian turned to see who it came from, and there stood a Caramel Adonis. The man stared at Samantha the entire time Ian stared at him. Mystery man was so compelling, he even held Rebecca's captivated attention as he pulled out the sit directly beside Samantha as she smiled.

"Hello gorgeous." He said to Samantha as he grabbed her hand and brought it up to his lips.

Rebecca and Ian's eyes continued to bore into the unknown man's head as they watched the scene before them.

"Hey Calvin." Samantha said softly, before turning back to the other two. "Guys this is Calvin Wheeler. The man I went out with last week." She turned to Calvin smiling. "Calvin this is my best friend Ian Queen, the block head that I mentioned before, and this is his girlfriend Rebecca.

Calvin outstretched his hand to shake theirs, Rebecca quickly outstretched hers, but Ian hesitated noticeably before grasping the other man's hand tightly, and letting go. "Nice to meet you Rebecca, Ian." Calvin said, brushing off Ian's rude manner.

"I'm sure it is." He said sarcastically, making Samantha cut her eyes at him sharply. "Good to meet you also." He winked at Samantha playfully. "So how was you guys date?"

Samantha knew that Ian had something to say, and something up his sleeve, but she didn't want to find out what it was.

"It was awesome if I must say so myself." Calvin answered before she could speak.

At this Samantha beamed at the excitement in his voice. "Yes. It was pretty amazing, he took me to that new restaurant 'Shining dove' on 7th street, before taking me to see ballet. Can you believe it Ian, me liking ballet?"

Ian only shrugged in response making the air thick with tension.

"I told you that you would, gorgeous." Calvin said bringing the hand that he held up to his lips to kiss once more.

"You are truly amazing right now." Samantha crooned, making him grin from ear to ear.

"Ugh, how come I find myself sick all of a sudden sick." Ian said seriously, to which Rebecca slapped his arm.

"Ian... Seriously?" She chided, hitting him again.

"Owww, stop hitting. Geez ever heard of a joke?" He asked sarcastically.

"That's wasn't a joke, you said that seriously. Why does it seem to me that you're unhappy with the fact that she's met a good guy?" she whispered, for only them to hear.

At the beginning Ian was all jokes, but hearing Rebecca say that made him think. Neither notice the stares from across the table directed towards them.

"What's with the grim face curly?" Samantha asked curious.

Ian turned to her. "Nothing. Can I talk to you for a Sec?" He got up and began to walk towards the entrance without giving her a chance to reply. She went outside, Ian was standing at his car, arms crossed.

"Dude, what is wrong? You're flipping out."

Ian gave her a dead stare. "Yeah you're right I am flipping right now." From the base in his voice being deeper she saw that he was serious.

"Ian, what is wrong? Inside you were fine but now your super mad and I don't get it. What's the problem?" She asked confused.

Ian held the bridge of his nose to control his temper though he didn't fully understand why he was so upset, something just didn't feel right.

"Why didn't you tell me that you invited that guy?" he snapped.

Samantha couldn't help the shocked expression that crossed her face. "Wait, this is why you're so angry? Because I invited my friend here?" She questioned, copping an attitude also.

"Did you even think to ask me if he could come?" Ian accused.

"Are you out of your mind? Did you think to ask me if I wanted the bimbo that you're with to be here?

Ian frowned. "That's not the point the point is you knew she was going to be here ahead of time, but I had no clue prince charming in there was coming." His face turned slightly red as his voice began to rise. Samantha shifted her weight to one foot, then placed her hands on her hips. Taking a stance that let Ian know that he was about to get chewed out.

"Well excuse the hell out of me, for not knowing that one: you're my father, and two: that I obviously needed your permission to meet up with my friends." She stepped away from him. "I'm sorry, that I ruining your little get together or whatever you want to call it. I'm out of here." She turned around and headed back inside.

It took a moment to react before he was hot on her heels. "Sammy hold on, I don't want you to leave."

Samantha continued to walk away ignoring him. "Wait, damn it." Ian reached to grab her but as if she had eyes on the back of her head, she jerked forward quickly. Being the first one to walk inside she hurried to the table. "Cal, I was asked if we could give these two love birds sometime alone." Ian Appeared behind her. "So I was thinking me and you could find something to get into."

Calvin seemed confused, as he slowly stood. "Well, aren't you hungry?" He indicated the menu.

Samantha shook her head. "We can perhaps work up an appetite later on." She gathered her things, and grabbed his hand.

As she moved to pass Ian, he gently grabbed her by the arm. But she pulled away before he could say anything. Hand still linked to Calvin's she walked out without looking back. Rebecca looked at Ian to try to gauge his thoughts.

"What Happened Ian?"

"Nothing, let's just go." He grabbed his coat.

Rebecca snatched her bag up. "Your being such an asshole."

Ian let the anger that he tried to hold in snap. "You know what? I don't think this is going to work out." He turned around leaving her to yell behind him, as everyone looked at the spectacle that they made.

"You bastard, I can't believe you! Jerk!"

Ian got to his car with every intention to follow Samantha, and her fucking prince charming. "What the fuck is she thinking? I know for a fact that she is not going to fuck this dickwode on their second date?!" He yelled to himself as he sped off, thinking of how she said they could 'work up' an appetite.

"I'm not going to let that fucking wanna be use my best friend." He said aloud.

'But why do you care so much? She can make her own choices' he thought, but he shook his head no. 'I don't care she's not fucking him, or anybody for that matter'

At her place he saw that her car wasn't out front, and he realized she didn't go there. "Damn It." He banged his hand against his steering wheel. "She must be at his house. Fuck!"

After seeing that he couldn't save her from making a mistake, he drove to the frat house he was a part of, and went straight to his bedroom not wanting to be bothered by his brothers. When he laid down he drifted off to sleep immediately.

~*~

A week and a half had passed before Ian knew it, and he hadn't heard from Samantha since the day she stormed out of the café with Calvin. He had been worrying his brains out, because he had no clue if she was safe, or where she could be. He tried calling and texting her countless times but each time he would find himself waiting for hours, with no reply. At first he felt more worried than anything else, but then that worry turned into anger, then guilt, before once again going to worry.

He had been to her apartment she shared with her roommate Kristie multiple times, but being that Kristie didn't care too much for him she wasn't any help. Since their fling didn't work out the way she wanted it too, she advise him to stay away from her from that moment on. But he thought that he had made himself clear before they started sleeping together, being brutally honest he told her that he didn't want a relationship with her. She lied to him, when she told him that she was ok with them just having sex every now and then. So now here he was stuck with no one close enough to her that would have an idea of where she would be.

All of their mutual friends had no clue, since she was smart enough not to share her plans with them. She knew how he was, and so she knew if she told them he would get information from them. He hung up the phone once again after trying to get in touch with her at her apartment, but Kristie answered and cursed him out in Korean.

"Where are you Sammy?" He wondered, worrying his bottom lip. "Fuck this." He grabbed his keys and headed outside to his slick black Camaro, making this the fourth time in this week that he made a trip to her apartment.

~~~

Samantha had been avoiding Ian like the plague successfully, for more than a week. Letting Kristie and other friends know that they could not tell Ian for any reason, where or who she was with. She had spent all her time going to the few classes she had, and hanging out with Calvin enjoying his company and personality. The day at the café when Ian began to go crazy she knew that she had to space herself away from him. Ian was an overbearing buffoon who tried to rule her love life for far too long.

Her entire freshman and sophomore year was dateless, and in other words sexless leaving her sexually starving. All because of Ian; with him being a fucking brute, who controlled everybody. Whenever someone tried to talk to her, or take any form of interest into her, he got in the guy's face to make threats. Which sucked because she was technically a virgin, but just without the hymen by her own doing. No man had yet touched her, and she wanted to find someone she could get into a serious relationship with before she allow them access to her treasure.

He was fear mostly because one night at a party his frat hosted, a year ago, a young guy they called E.J tried to talk to her. With Ian being busy trying to get with two girls that night, didn't realize. So she didn't see the harm in dancing with the guy and letting him give her drinks, it was a party and everyone wanted to have a good time. When she began to get drunk E.J told her that he was going to take her to Ian's room so she could sleep it off, by her being Ian Queens best friend people knew not to try to harm her, so she trustingly followed. Once he got her into a room that belong to him instead of Ian, he began to violate her body, telling her he had always had his eyes on her and that now he was finally going to have her.

Down stairs Ian instantly noticed the moment she disappeared, he had kept a watchful eye on her throughout the entire party watching her have fun and dance with E.J, even though she didn't have a clue he knew. He asked his friend Michael if he saw where she went, and he confessed some disturbing news about E.J being upstairs about to have sex with her so she could be added to the 'Hit List'.

Ian lost it, ran up the stairs and straight to E.J's room. He burst through the door, to see that Samantha was almost passed out, with her shirt and bra removed. E.J was sucking on her nipples, while unbuttoning her pants, when Ian quickly yanked him off of her. Vehemence consumed him as he pummeled E.J's face repeatedly, until the guy cried and cowardly held up his hands to block the blows delivered. Ian grabbed a fist full of hair and slung him out of the door, before he slammed and locked the door afterwards, knowing that he wouldn't have been able to stop himself if he hadn't.

He took long deep breaths to calm his anger for her sake, promising himself that he would finish E.J off later and throw his worthless ass out of the house for what he had done. After he felt calmer he walked over to her to make sure she was ok, she stared at him through hooded eyes that slowly drifted closed completely. His eyes traveled down to her bared breast, that glistened from E.J's salvia and his fist involuntarily tighten, he watched mesmerized by the sight of them rising and falling with every breath she took, his hand started to itch with the need to touch them. When he reached out to touch her he rapidly had a change of heart remembering what and who she was to him, grabbing her shirt and bra he covered her chest, before effortlessly picking her up to be carried to his room. He dressed her in one of his oversized shirts and tucked her snugly into his bed before he crawled in with her.

She was grateful for him being there to save her, but now she finally decided to wise up and take back control of her love life, if she didn't she wouldn't have any romance while Ian controlled her. After meeting Calvin at an art exhibit for her art class, she decided to take a chance for once and put her own happiness over Ian. Being an attractive black woman, with a curvaceous shape some would kill for deserved to have someone to love her right, so why continue to allow someone to hinder the possibilities?

Now after a week she was finally back at her own apartment, Calvin had taken her to the lake so she could enjoy ice skating for the first time, the day that they left the café; it was so much fun that neither wanted the day to end. He asked her to come back to his place, and she accepted the invitation since Kristie wasn't going to be in, and he didn't want her to be alone. That one day turned into a week, and through the entire time sex was off limits, he was content with that and they just relaxed and became closer.

But just like any other fairy tale it had to end, now back home she was at a lost for what to do, and yet again Kristie wasn't home because of a class, thus making her bored out of her mind. Deciding to curl up on the couch, and watch cartoons was the best thing to do to cure her boredoms, it always did. But no sooner than she became engrossed with 'The amazing world of Gumball' there was a banging on her door "What the hell?" She mumbled.

Irritation and curiosity is the two factors that made her leave her comfortable position on the couch, looking through the peep hole she saw the last person she wanted to see; Ian. Closing her eyes she tried to think of what she was going to do, by the grim expression she saw on his face she could tell that he was very pissed. Before she could actually think about 'not' opening the door, she heard him growl. "Open the damn door Samantha. I saw your car outside, so I know you're here"

She jerked back from the door knowing that she was caught, nervously she began to unlatch the locks and open the door. When she opened it fully, he charged through almost knocking her over. "Where the fuck have you been Samantha?" He asked roughly, placing his hands on his waist.

If she hadn't already figured out he was pissed at her, the fact that he used her birth name was a dead giveaway. "Stop talking to me that way!" She shouted, crossing her arms. "You are not in control of my life. So I don't owe you any type of explanation." She pointed at him, the anger she harbored towards him came alive.

"I was worried about you! How the hell could you do that to me?" he asked incredulous. "We talk everyday almost, but all of a sudden you stop answering my calls and texts. For an entire week and a half." His voice got louder the more he spoke.

"What do you mean!?" Speechless she turned away from him. "Forgive me, for not knowing we had transported back to the 3rd fucking grade!" She said mockingly. "Yes it's been a week and we have spoken, so what! Sue me!"

This was the first time in the history of their entire friendship that they actually resorted to shouting at each other. Samantha rubbed her temple to ease the headache she felt setting in, as Ian appeared stoic as he stared at her. But inside Ian felt as if he would explode, he didn't understand why she would do, or say these things to him of all people. Didn't she know how much he cared for her, how her safety was one of his number one priority's.

She obviously didn't and Ian's anger boiled over from the realization, he turned as if to leave but just as quickly he turned back to face her. Grabbing her hands he pushes her against the doorframe, with her arms firmly locked above her head he leaned into her. "I asked you how could you do this to me?" His hands tighten slightly around her small wrist.

She bucked forward trying to dislodge his grip, but it was no use. "I was having fun for once, I thought of me. I was not going to worry about you running away the guy I actually like!" She yelled into his face, trying to intimidate him.

"You..." He looked down and breathed deeply, trying to constrain himself. "You did this shit to spite me?"

She gritted her teeth. "NO! I did this for myself, everything is not about Ian Queen."

The hold he had on her was beginning to turn her on, sparking the remnants of the small crush she once had on him in middle school. It scared her. "Let me go right now Ian." She demanded.

He didn't. With his jaw tightly clenched, and his blue-green eyes glaring into hers, he let his head dart forward to catch her lips with his. Caught off guard, she didn't immediately respond, but as he deepen the kiss she opened her mouth slightly. Allowing his tongue to dart inside at the opening she made, tasting the minty flavor of her mouth drove him wild and he couldn't get enough. He put both of her wrist in one hand as he brought the other one down to grope her breast, making her gasp and moan sweetly.

Hearing her moan set fire to his body, and he found himself yanking her tank top she wore over her head, and the spandex shorts down her thick voluptuous thighs. Kneeling in front of her, he noticed she wore no panties, and he was face to face with her trimmed plump pussy.


The Winter of Temptation Ch. 02



Author's note: Thank you again for reading my story. I've read all the comments that you guys have left, and I've enjoyed hearing what you think. I want to say that I appreciate all the advice, and that one: I would describe in detail what Samantha looks like, and two: I've worked on other things in this chapter. So hopefully you guys will enjoy. Chapter 2 with no further ado The Winter of Temptation chapter: 2

SH!!

Chapter 2

After he was gone, she stay rooted to the spot he left her. She didn't move until she heard the sound of keys being jiggle in the door. Only then did she hop up, and make a mad dash to her room. She had just made it safely inside when Kristie entered.

"Hey Sam are you sleep?" Kristie shouted from the living room.

Once Samantha had fixed her clothes and wiped away the tears that had slipped down her face unknowingly she walked out of the bedroom, and into the small kitchen to greet Kristie.

"Hey honey, I'm glad to finally see you back home. Did you enjoy your time with Calvin?" Kristie asked dramatically drawing out Calvin's name.

Samantha not trusting her voice yet nodded.

"I cannot tell you how many times Ian's arrogant self-absorbed ass has called." She pushed a fry from her fast food bag into her mouth. "He even called today, earlier. Did you check your messages?" Kristie questioned.

Samantha shook her head "No, I will later though." She reached into the food bag also. "How was class?" She asked shoving a fry into her mouth.

"Same oh same oh." Kristie said shrugging "I just met a new guy though, his name is Steven."

Samantha sat and listened to her friend talk about her new eye candy, smiling here and there. But secretly wanting to weep about what happened between her and Ian.

~*~

Back at his place he silently fought himself, and his conscience. "I shouldn't have done those things." He thought

Now every time the thought of Samantha ran through his head he saw the sight of her bountiful chocolate breast, and sopping wet pussy. How it looked for her juices to be coating her thick lips, as well as her intoxicating scent that she emitted. 'Damn,' he thought shaking his head violently. Her moans filled his head, and all he wanted to do was go back over to her apartment and fuck her brains out.

But the problem with that was: one she was his friend, so it wouldn't be a one night stand: and two he had no intentions on ever hurting her for any reason. He was stuck, he didn't know how to move forward.

'Fuck man.'

He laid down on his bed, and closed his eyes. Once again the sight of her beautiful baby face, framed by her ebony shoulder length curls flashed in his mind. Her eyes the color of Chestnuts gazed into his from under her long full lashes, as his hands went up to caress the smooth Mahogany skin of her cheek. While his eye's drifted down past her small button nose to her pouty alluring lips, parted slightly to reveal her perfect gleaming teeth in a smile.

So sweet and succulent he couldn't help, but bring his thumb over to caress their fullness; admiring the small jewels that adorn her bottom lip on both corners. Groaning he bit his bottom lip, and pulled her closer to his body, letting his hand rest on the curve of her hip, as her generous breast crushed against his chest. Her small 5'3 statue fit like a dream against his taller frame, as he cupped her jaw in his strong hands. His blue-green's met her Nut-brown's as he moved the distance to bring their lips together, but before they could connect they were interrupted.

The knocking on the door was like a dash of cold water, as he was forced to give up his incredible day dream. 'Of course it was a dream.'

Grimacing at the door he decided to ignore it, in hopes that they would get the hint, and go away.

"WHAT!?" He yelled, when they persistently kept knocking.

But instead of replying the person open the door, and barged in Maryssa Zamorano.

"Hello Ian, I told your friends that you were expecting me. So they went ahead and let me in." She said, sauntering over to his bed sexily in 4in heel. "I hope you don't mind." She questioned, as she reached the bed and propped her knee on the edge.

He sat up, and the hard on he had been sporting since he left Samantha's apartment was as hard as ever, grabbing Maryssa's attention at once.

"Ohhh. Someone's happy to see me. Very Happy." She cooed.

"Maryssa, it's really not a good time." He said irritated.

Crawling further on the bed, she focused her hungry sight directly on his dick. "Hmm, I think it's the perfect time Ian." She pulled at the sweat pants he lounged in, and his hard 8in's sprung out swiftly.

Her mouth latched on his bobbing dick with no hesitation, forcing a moan from deep within him to surface. "Mmmh." Came her answering moan, as she wrapped her hands around his shaft, gradually working more of his dick into her waiting mouth.

"Stop... Fuck Maryssa. Damn." He gritted trying to restrain himself.

Maryssa began to jerk her hand up and down his dick, simultaneously using her jaw muscles, and tongue to suck and caress the sensitive underside of his head.

Unconsciously he grabbed a fist full of her bottle blond hair, and thrust his dick further into her mouth, while holding her head tightly in his hands. She pushed against his hips, letting him know she couldn't breathe, and so he let go.

She came up gasping, letting a trail of saliva run from his dick to her mouth. Licking the head once more, she smiled around his cock as she jerked him fast, and waited for his explosion.

"Come on baby, give it to me."

Ian felt his balls tighten from her ministrations, and he thrust harder into her mouth. "You're going to swallow every bit." He grunted, and let go deep in her throat; she swallowed obediently.

"Mmmh." She moaned once more, as she licked droplets from her lips. "I hope you got more for me, baby." She whispered, removing her clothes. "You know I love this dick,"

"Maryssa, don't." Ian said, moving to get off the bed. "You're not what I want."

Yet Maryssa halted his actions by straddling his waist. "Oh no, Ian. You know that I'm your favorite, no matter what. So stop playing hard to get." She replied grinding on his hardening cock, reaching over to his night stand; she grabbed a condom.

Ripping it open she rolled it on his dick, and position herself over him before sinking down slowly. Ian watched as his tan dick disappeared inside her, before throwing his head back in pleasure. Samantha dominated his mind, and he found himself pounding Maryssa roughly. She yelped for more, as he flipped her over on her back.

"Samantha." He moaned. Squeezing his eyes closed tightly, he threw Maryssa's legs over his shoulder to get deeper inside her.

Lost in pleasure, Maryssa missed his slip up. As she clawed at his back; loving the pain & pleasure he caused her body.

"I'm so close, baby." She whimpered.

"You're not allowed to come yet." He stated next to her ear as he bent forward, continuing to thrust his hips in a steady rhythm. Her body quivered violently as she tried not to come, clenching his dick tightly.

"Please." She begged.

"Please what?" He asked.

He plunged into her, and held his cock still. "Answer me."

"Let me Cum!" She screamed, as she exploded on his dick.

Pulling his dick out, and spanked her ass hard. "I told you not to cum yet."

He flipped her over on to her knees, and spanked her ass repeatedly. "I hate when I'm not obeyed."

Grabbing her by the hair he pulled, and slammed back inside of her pussy at the same time. Taking his hand he rubbed the redden flesh of her ass, before striking her again. "Never disobey me again." He growled. Pushing her down onto the bed, he pounded in to her deep.

"I'm about to cum baby." He grunted.

Pulling out, he yanked off his condom; covering her back, and ass in cum. Spent, he fell out beside her on the bed, disposed the condom before pushing her away when she tried to get close.

Laughing to herself she got up, and started to get dressed. "You know I'm not Samantha right." She stopped to look over her shoulder. "She may be who you want, but you always have to remember one thing; we don't always get what we want. Until next time, babe."

"You're wrong, Maryssa. I always get what I want." He said as she walked out the door.

Getting up he headed towards the adjacent bathroom to take a much needed shower.

~*~

Two days later, Samantha walked up to Calvin's apartment building. Searched for his name on the buzzer, and let him know she was downstairs. Once she was buzzed in she took the stairs up to the 2nd floor, where she was greeted by a laid back Calvin. Dressed in a pair of well-worn jeans, a sexy black long sleeve v neck shirt, and a handsome smile that made the side of his honeyed eyes crinkle.

Taken aback Samantha gaped in awe over how unbelievably sexy this man could be without even trying. So much so she wasn't completely sure she could trust herself to be near him, without wanting to launch her ass in his lap. Mentally she gave herself a little shake, and returned his smile as he ushered her into his warm town loft. As she walked in she surveyed the place once more, still not able to believe how breath taken it was.

His place was very open and spacey, decorated in a simple beige and chocolate brown. The sitting area was in the middle of the entire room facing a giant TV mounted on the brick wall. As she handed Calvin her coat, she remembered how she was the first day she had come to his place. She felt like a fat kid eating cake, browsing through his movie collection and games. But what really made it special for her, was the day after when he wrapped his arm around her and watched her early morning cartoons.

'Who would have thought, we'd have so much in common.' She thought with a smile.

"Hey, what you smiling about?" Calvin asked, reminding her he was in the room.

"Nothing Cal, I was just thinking about the first time I came over here." She said, as she sat on his plush 'probably expensive' couch.

"Ah! You remembering how you squealed like a school girl when you noticed my TV, and collection." Taking a seat beside her, he sat straight up and cleared his throat. "Calving your place is so amazing!" he mimicked.

Punching his shoulder playfully she gave him a playful glare. "I Do Not, sound like that."

"Sorry gorgeous but I'm afraid you do." He said grinning.

"Why you-"She found herself being cut off, by Calvin attacking her with a barrage of playful taps and tickles.

Laughing uncontrollably she tried to gasp for air. "Calvin...Please." She giggled, and he laughed with her, before finally relenting enough for her to breathe. Once she calmed, she realized that Calvin was now silent and staring at her intently with a smile.

'Oh no.'

He leaned forward, and captured her lips in a soft kiss. At first she could only stare wide-eyed and non-respondent, but soon his skillful lips won her over. Causing her eyes to drift close, and her lips to move against his eagerly in acceptance. Calvin kept the kiss simple as he caressed her arm gently, deciding that he would let things flow however they may. Before things could get too heated Samantha pulled back, to stare up at him through lustful eyes. She could tell that Calvin wanted more from the look in his expressive eyes, but like a gentleman he slowly pulled back to sit next to her.

"Wow." He uttered, rubbing his full sexy lips.

Nervously Samantha pulled down her blouse, and giggled. "You took the words right out of my mouth."

He smiled sheepishly, and reached over to move a lock of her ebony curls out of her face. Sharing a mutually pleasant silence, they stared at one another for an additional moment. Samantha was the first to break their spark filled stare, after remembering the main reason she came over to his place.

"Cal, I'm starting to think I can really care about a guy like you. That's why I have to be honest with you, by telling you that the situation with me and Ian is very...Confusing." She looked at him sincerely. "Complicated."

"Do you two have something going on?" He asked.

Samantha shook her head. "No... I don't know, Calvin." She avoided his eyes, making up her mind to tell him a very watered down version of what happen between her and Ian. "The other day Ian came to my apartment and he flipped out on me before he kissed me. Thus turning everything upside down for me."

"Oh, I understand." He replied looking down at his clasped hands. "Your here to tell me you don't think we should see each other?"

Samantha hurriedly said no. "I'm not saying that Calvin, I enjoy spending time with you. I just wanted to be completely honest with you." She put her hand on his. "Ian has been my friend for a long time, cal. so I'm saying that he is in my life as my best friend. Just that, I want all of us to coexist somehow." She gazed at him hopefully. "Is that alright with you?"

Calvin gazed off to think about what she said, knowing that she probably wasn't telling him the complete story. Judging on the other day when he met Ian he knew that Ian was a possessive ego manic that clearly dubbed Samantha as being someone who he owned. But seeing how Samantha seemed to be so innocently clueless to this, Calvin couldn't hold anything against her. 'She came to me and was honest though, she didn't even have to be.' With that thought in mind, he turned to her and grabbed her chin and kissed her. "That's fine by me. Because I can see myself really caring about you as well."

She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, and hugged him close; basking in his warm intoxicating scent.

~*~

Within the days following the entire incident, neither reached out to each other. Samantha wanted to forget it ever happen, whereas Ian fought with himself on how he felt; and with what he was going to do. Everyone they knew questioned Ian about it, after seeing that they weren't together like they used to be. But Ian only told them that he didn't want to talk about it, so they shouldn't ask. On a Thursday night Ian lounged on the living room couch, engrossed with a game between him, and his friend Andy.

When Andy suddenly asked a burning question that had been eating at him for a while. "Dude do you have a thing for Samantha?"

Ian caught off guard visibly tensed, and turned to Andy; game forgotten. "Why do you want to know?" He asked defensively.

Shrugging Andy placed his remote asides, and lit up a cigarette. "It was just a question, bro. Michael and I both saw her and some dude at the mall, holding hands, kissing and shit." He turned the TV, and turned his attention to it. "Noticed she ain't been here in a while, so I thought we should tell you. That's all." He said in his thick country accent.

"Well that's her." Ian grunted, as he got up and stormed out the front door. The cold winter night air hit him hard, as it blew the tiny white flakes of snow swirling; chilling him quickly. Rushing to his car he got inside then cranked up the car, and reached into the backseat to grab a pullover he left in the car. Irritated, he slipped the pullover over his head, and pulled out his phone. Seeing that he had messages he scan through them, but dismissed them after seeing not a single one came from Samantha.

The urge to text her arose again but he had too much pride, he hated being the one that always reached out. "Damn It, Sammy!" He shouted, missing her presences and the sound of her voice. Feeling as if he needed a drink, he put the car in gear and drove to a bar that he frequented regularly.

Walking into the bar the bartender Kyle took one look at him, and knew that he needed to forget his worries. Without question he placed a bottle of beer on the bar in front of him as Ian took a seat. Looking at the bottle Ian shook his head. "Jack." He grumbled.

"Damn, that bad huh?" he scooted a glass full to Ian.

"Yes it's that fucking bad." He gulped down half the glass.

Kyle topped the glass off once more. "Need to talk about it?" Kyle asked, but after being ignored, he took the hint and walked off.

With nothing but liquor to keep him company Ian knew it would be inevitable for him to stop thinking about her. 'I shouldn't think about her this way. I should just let things go back to normal between us.'

"Fuck." He groaned.

'I have no clue how to turn these feelings off though. I'm terrified of losing her, but I know that if I continue to control, and treat her the way I have been she will still leave.'

"I should just talk to her, and be upfront. After all it's childish of both of us to just ignore each other, and waste time." He mumbled to himself. "I'm not going to put my pride over our friendship."

Feeling a brush against his arm he looked over his shoulder, to see a tall attractive red headed woman walking towards the restroom. She looked at him and winked before turning the corner out of sight. Dismissing her Ian turned back to his drink, to see a folded white slip of paper lying on the bar that had not been there before.

"The hell?" he wondered, picking the note up.

Note: Hey Handsome, I noticed your glumly look. Come to the bathroom, and I'll make sure to do the things she can't.

Throwing his head back he let out a much needed laugh, drawing attention to himself from onlookers. But Ian didn't care as he laughed at the absurdity of the woman, 'Mom was right, laughter is an instant vacation.' Continuing to sip from his drink, moments later he looked up at Kyle to see him nodded towards the bathrooms. Looking over his shoulder he saw the same woman barging out, glaring at him with shocking green eyes. Rushing past him she spit an insult to him before heading to the door.

"Yeah, nice to meet you too sweetheart." he chuckled.

But slowly that laughter died as he felt someone come up on him to his left, looking over he immediately grimaced.

"Hello, to you too Ian." Calvin said, taking the vacant seat next to Ian.

"Is there a reason why you chose to come to this bar out of all the bars in the city, and chose to take a seat next to me out of all the seats in this place?"

Calvin laughed as he listened to Ian blatantly make his dislike evident. "This is purely a coincidence I assure you. I just left Samantha's place, but while we're here we might as well chat." Ian's fist tighten, as he ignored him. "Look, obviously we got off on the wrong foot." Calvin said unfazed. "So if you are willing, I was thinking we could just chill and try to be friends for the sake of Samantha. I mean after all I am getting real close to her, and I'm sure she would appreciate our efforts."

Ian snapped his head towards Calvin. "Are you seriously serious?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" Calvin raised his hand, signaling Kyle to come over. "Look, Samantha wanted me to get along with you. She didn't tell me to come to you, but I know she would like it."

Kyle Appeared. "What can I get you?"

"Scotch & soda." Calvin replied, Kyle nodded and began to make the drink.

Ian sat in silence as he contemplated what Calvin had said to him. Ian knew that Calvin was really doing this to worm his way into Samantha's heart. Although he had made up his mind to go talk to her as a civilized adult, the thought of her going to this man in hopes of them becoming friends pissed him off.

Slamming the glass down, he lost his temper. "You know what? There's something about you that I can't as of yet put my finger on. But nonetheless, I know for a fact that you will not be with Sammy." He stood up, while Calvin remain seated.

"How do you assume this?" Calvin asked. "Last time I checked, she spent the week with me while you on the other hand sat and called her the entire time." Calvin smirked.




The Winter of Temptation Ch. 02



Ian felt as if he was about to snap. "Don't forget that I have known her for years. I know her better than she knows herself, and so if I was to tell her to stop talking to you, you better damn well believe she wouldn't hesitate."

Calmly Calvin laughed. "Like to see you try." He stated.

Ian stepped up to him. "Don't worry, you will get your wish." He growled, before storming out. Knowing that if he stayed any longer while being intoxicated, he was going to do something that he really would regret. Outside the coldness sobered him a bit as he paced the sidewalk, 'I can't fucking believe this.'

Walking over to his car he made sure it was locked securely before he tucked his hand inside his jacket, and began to walk. Deciding to walk to Samantha's apartment located a block away, was a last minute decision. An instead of driving he walked to clear his thoughts, he had to figure out what he was going to say to his little gutsy friend.

~*~

Samantha crawled on her bed, holding a big bowl of popcorn; as she grabbed the remote and hit play. Clapping her hands loudly the lights in the room darkened, leaving the room illuminated in soft lighten that circle the entire perimeter of her room. Settling into her bed under the thick covers, she started; holiday in handcuffs. Excited to be watching one of her favorite Christmas movies, on a peaceful Thursday night while being tucked comfortably in her bed. Popping her buttery snack into her mouth, she hummed along to the intro.

Melissa Joan Hart quirky character displayed on the screen as the movie began, and she mouth every word. Knowing the movie from beginning to end, normally she loved watching the flick with Ian but since they still weren't talking it was out of the question to hang out with him. She still couldn't believe the things that took place between them, even now. Just the memory of Ian holding her against the door touching her, made her want to cum. Staring at her with his sexy eyes, and thick curly hair flowing, captivated her. She always thought he resembled Cam Gigandet, and she was a sucker for Cam Gigandet. But no one would ever know that little secret, she vowed.

Telling herself Calvin could be her future. When she told him what happen between her & Ian, it had made her feel so much better. But she didn't particularly feel good about not telling him the whole truth. She just couldn't see herself saying all the things that Ian was about to do to her to him, so she would just talk to her friend Caroline tomorrow when she went in for work about the situation.

~*~

'Fuck its freezing.' He thought, walking into the lobby of her apartment building. The guard on duty knew him fairly well, and so he had no problem with going directly up to her apartment. Knocking on the door he heard Kristie shout "who is it?"

"It's me, Kristie open the door." His voice was stern, daring her to disobey him.

After some hesitation on her part she finally opened the door. Allowing him to push past her, and head straight for Samantha's room.

"Stop Ian, she doesn't want to talk to you." Kristie said, to which he just ignored her.

He walked directly to the door, stopping once he heard talking. Not think logically he assumed it was her on the phone talking to Calvin. So he pushed the door open and barged in, slamming it behind him.

~*~



The Winter of Temptation Ch. 03



Chapter 3:

Samantha jumped up from the bed knocking her bowl of popcorn over, when she saw him standing at her door face flushed red with fury. Storming over to her, he got into her face. "You told your little boyfriend to befriend me?"

"Wha-? "

"Samantha, I'm only going to say this once. You're no longer going to see him." He crossed his arms over his chiseled chest, and stood confident that she would obey him.

"Get the hell out of here!" She shoves him roughly. "I'm not going to let you run my life. What I have with Calvin has nothing to do with you. You're supposed to be my friend, you're supposed to be happy for me." She stood on her tip toes, to glare levelly at him.

"Instead you're constantly trying to tell me what I can and cannot do." It was her turn to invade his space; pointing her finger into his face. "What I have with him could be a good thing, and I'm not going to miss out on it."

She walked around him to the door. "I'm not going to let go of someone that makes me happy. No matter what you say." She opened the door. "Get out, Ian."

Walking over to the door he slammed it once more. "Samantha, I don't want to fight with you. Understand that I'm not particularly in the mood to play these games." He snarled through clenched teeth.

Samantha smelled the liquor on his breath, and scoffed. Pushing him aside she reached for the bowl that had landed on the floor. "And neither am I. Go home Ian, sober up. I'm not going to entertain this conversation anymore. Ever. " Cleaning up the mess in her room, she ignored him.

Feeling the dismissal; Ian gritted his teeth. "This conversation is far from over, Samantha." He grabs her by the arm, pulling her up to her feet; halting her actions entirely.

"Let go of me, Ian." She demanded, dropping the bowl again.

Ian pulled her towards him, and lost his common sense. Forcefully bringing her hands behind her back; restraining her from moving. He watched as her eyes grew large and alert.

"Ian what are you doing?" She asked, frightened. "Let me go."

Ian could see that he was scaring her, but he was too far gone to care at the moment. Holding her hands in one strong grip, he let his free hand come up to rest on her throat. Gently he squeezed her throat lightly. Watching as her breathing began to change slightly, before a small moan slipped from her lips.

'Ah, she likes that.' Leaning forward, he never let his eyes stray from hers, as he smoothly planted a kiss on her lips.

Samantha breathed deeply, trying to calm her racing heart, as she felt Ian's tongue try to gain entry into her mouth. When she refused him access he pulled back, and gazed at her lustfully.

Shaking her head she tried to escape his hold. "Stop this Ian. Whatever you're doing, just stop and think about it for a second, curly." She said, trying to convince him to see reason.

Ian wasn't hearing it, bringing the hand that held her throat down to her hip. "Last time I was here, with you in my arms you were silently begging for this." He stated.

Samantha thought about how he had made her feel that day. Only to walk out, and make her feel stupid afterwards. "What happened that day is irrelevant. I won't let you make a fool out of me anymore." She said firmly.

He stared at her for a long moment, feeling guilty. Samantha shot daggers with her eyes, as they stared each other down.

Breaking their connection he looked down at her body. Realizing for the first time that she was half dressed. The tank top she wore clung to her ample breast tightly displaying her taunt nipples, which grew tighter from his stare. Eyes lingering for a little longer, his attention was soon drawn to her lower half. Clad in frilly beige boyshorts, that accentuated her full ass, and pretty pussy. Licking his lips he felt his dick harden, and elongate.

Samantha noticed how he stared at her, and she felt her stomach tightened, not believing her nipples could get any tighter; but they did. When he looked down she knew he was staring at her pussy. Quickly crossing her right leg over the other, she slightly twisted her waist. Hiding herself from him.

Ian notice what she was doing, and it served no purpose. Her face showed the anxiety she felt from the passionate look in his eyes. Taking his hand from her waist, he brought it to her panty clad pussy. Fingers immediately became soaked, as he caressed her. She gasped. "No." On a moan.

Ignoring her he cupped her pussy firmly, rubbing his index finger down her slit through her panties.

"AH." She moaned. Shaking her head, and clenching her teeth. "Stop Ian... Please." She gasped.

Feeling her arousal skyrocket, as the evidence of it soaked through the fabric of her panties even more, and onto his hand.

"You're saying 'no' but your pussy is telling me how you really feel; the truth. So that's what I'm listen too."

Suddenly he pushed her back and onto her plush bed. Grabbing the hem of his shirt he pulled both jacket, and all over his head. Leaving him bare chested at her feet. Shaking her head no, Samantha used agility she didn't know she possessed, as she rolled off of the bed. Thanking God that she didn't have a bed with a higher rail at the bottom. Making it easy for her to get to her feet, and run to her bathroom.

Ian let her run. Knowing she was cornered, he didn't worry about her getting away. Walking to the closed door, he tried the knob not expecting for the door to be unlocked as he twisted the knob, and walked in. Complete silence greeted him as he looked around the spacious bathroom, spotting a very pissed off Samantha Wilson staring out of the window.

Feeling him advance towards her she shot up and stormed to him, delivering a slap right across the face. "Get the fuck out." She shouted. "I can't fucking stand you. You're acting like a damn crazy person. You better get your shit together, or you can consider yourself short a friend."

She pushed against his chest to get him out of the bathroom. Ian grabbed her wrist once more. He should have known that Samantha would be extremely ferocious.

"Stop, Sammy." He walked forward, giving her no other choice but to walk backwards. He continued to advance until she felt her ass hit the counter. "You're irate right now, but I'm going to make things better." He hoisted her up on top of the sink.

"Open your legs, Sammy." He commanded. Placing his hands on top of her thighs.

"Fuck you, Ian." She replied. Pushing his hands off her.

He laughed. "I intend on fucking you, Sammy." Forcing her legs apart, he stepped in between them. Grabbing a hand full of her shirt, he then ripped it in two. Straight down the middle. Once again coming in contact with her heavy breast, sitting proudly on her chest.

"God you're so beautiful to me." He found himself saying. Causing a flush of heat to cover her body.

Using her arms, she tried to cover her nakedness. But Ian pulled them down, and grabbed a hold of them. Pulling her closer, he locked eyes with hers, and took a taunt nipple into his watery mouth.

Samantha felt her eyes roll to the back of her head. Ian pulled her closer, to get her nipple further inside of his mouth.

"Ugh." She moaned, running her hands through his head.

He let go of her nipple with a pop, before he kissed her roughly. Letting her go, he pushed his jeans down his hips quickly, to stop Samantha as she tried to get down from the counter.

"Ian, Please." She moaned, as Ian force his way in-between her legs again. Visibly seeing the large tent that formed in his briefs.

"Shh." He cooed as he kissed her ear lobe tenderly, moving down to place small kisses on her sweet spot behind her ear.

Samantha tried to stop her arousal, fighting against the sensation he invoked. But it seemed as if the more she tried the more intense it became.

Slowly he caressed her thighs, running his hands back and forth over the tender inside. Being careful as to not get close to her heated center until he knew she was going to break. Teasingly he brought his hands closer to the junction of her thighs, and right as she thought he was going to caress her pussy; he tricked her and by passed it completely.

"Ian...." She whined, before she could stop herself.

Once she did this Ian smiled, and knew that she was ready to give in. Wrapping his right arm around her waist, he lifted her up slightly. Bringing his left hand up to pull her panties down her backside.

Panicking, Samantha grabbed at his hand, to keep him from completely taking them off. "No Ian, stop this. We can't let this happen." She said on a shaky voice.

Ian knew he should listen to her, yet he wanted this. He wanted his best friend, badly. Deciding there was no turning back, he pulled down his boxers. Letting the engorged member he possessed sprang free.

"I can't help how bad I want you, Sammy." He murmured. Grabbing his dick he squeezed, and stroked with long pulls.

Transfixed Samantha stared wide-eyed at the powerful looking instrument he wielded. She had no idea that Ian would be so large. She quickly looked away shyly.

"Look at me, baby,"

She turned to look at him, as he stroked and squeezed his thick angry dick. Unbashful with the way he caressed himself, his eyes appeared glazed over and hooded with lust.

"Oh God... Oh God...." She repeated, as he watched her watch him pleasure himself. Biting his lip, he allowed his head to fall back as he jerked his dick.

After a minute of this, he grew hungrier for her and wanted more. She held out her hands in front of her to say stop, but he pushed them aside and reached for her panties.

Ripping them down her legs, he dropped to his knees and pushed his face into her pussy.

'My God!' she thought. As her body fell back against the mirror, closing her eyes tightly she used her hands to push his head away. Ian grabbed her hands and continued to breathe in her heady scent, driving himself mad with want. With her hands subdued he pulled back to see her brown pussy glistering brightly with her juices. Her lips were swollen and open to allow her fleshy clit to be seen easily.

"Sammy." He called softly. "I want your eyes on me."

Samantha sat with her head turned away, while tightly squeezing her eyes closed. But at his commanding she looked down at him between her legs. He lustfully gazed at her intently, his tan skin was flushed red, and his beautiful hair was tossed in awry. As she watched, Ian blew his hot breath directly on her swollen button. Causing her to cringe and squirm on the sink, nervously. Still gazing up at her, Ian extended his tongue and languidly licked upwards over the entire length of her slit.

"ughh." She gasped, shocked she bucked the electric currents flowing through her body.

"You taste amazing." He groaned, as if in pain. Studying her pussy, as she unconsciously clenched and unclenched. Thinking that it resembled a morning glory that opened up to the sun, for him. He dove into her pussy for another taste. Avoiding her clit, he focused on the inner folds of her pussy. Letting her hump his seeking tongue as she tried to close her legs, but his broad shoulders kept them apart.

Stiffening his tongue he plunged it into her pussy. She lost control of herself and came hard, thrashing her body viciously. Ian never had someone come so hard that soon, so he just held her down. Continuing to feast off her overflowing nectar, lapping at every ounce that she produce. Taking his forefinger he slipped it into her tiny hole, sliding it easily into her tight channel as far as he could. Using his wrist, he twirled the single digit around inside of her pussy. Crooking it upwards in search of her hidden treasure, after a moment he felt her g-spot and he flexed his finger repeatedly against it.

Samantha bucked wildly against his tongue on the verge of passing out, she shoved her hands into his hair and tugged his head away from her sensitive pussy. Relenting Ian backed off, to watch the pleasure overcome her body. Samantha felt as if she couldn't control her muscles as each limb spazzed on their own accord. She felt lightheaded and spacey as cream continued to pour out of her. Wetting her bottom as well as the counter as it pooled underneath her.

Ian sat patiently waiting for her to come down. Once she did she looked down at him still kneeled between her legs his face was flushed, and his entire mouth and chin was covered in her thick juices. Noticing how she stared at him, Ian licked his desirable pink lips to tease her. Samantha shook powerfully as an aftershock hit her body, Ian stood to his feet. Her eyes followed, before centering on what made him a man once more. She was shocked to see that he seemed bigger than before and his balls seemed to hang lower.

He grabbed her thighs and pulled her closer to the edge. Throwing her legs over his forearms, he grabbed his dick, and rubbed it down the extent of her slit. She jumped and shuddered, still in denial to the fact that this was happening. He used the head of dick to play with her clit, before he slid it down to her opening. Without any hesitation or warning he pushed his entire length inside her. Coming to rest at the hilt with a powerful resounding smack.

"AH! AH!" She bawled, as tears appeared in her eyes. In pain from never having anything that large inside her before. Ian breathed deeply through his nostrils to control the need to cum as he held his hips still for a moment.

"Baby?" He questioned, using the pad of his thumb to wipe her tears away. Planting a kiss on her lips, he waited for Samantha to get used to his thickness and length. When he gained control of his emotions he withdrew from her warmth slowly before surging back in quickly, and strongly. Samantha shriek loudly as he started to fuck her on the bathroom sink.

"Sammy, you feel so amazing." He stated moving his hips at a slow steady tempo. "So tight. I'm not going to be able to get enough of you."

He surged forward, hard. So hard that she felt as if he was in her stomach. The hammering slackened, but he continued to stay deep within her. The sight of her tits swaying, and bouncing almost made him lose himself too soon. Grabbing the back of her neck, Ian forced her to look down as he did, at the sight of their union. His dick could be seen perfectly from where they were position, going into her Coffee colored pussy.

She gasped, and felt herself clench at him tightly. Not being able to help the cream that continuously poured out of her, and on to his dick. "Ohhh." She exclaimed, as he hit a delicious spot within.

Ian rested his forehead against hers as they continued to watch his dick disappear between her folds. With each stroke he growled, and moaned at the sight of her pussy opening up, giving way to her pink flower.

"Baby...look at me." He tilted her head up while still having one hand on her neck, the other one held her thigh up. "I can feel how close you are." He said, through moments of intense pleasure. Speeding up his thrust, they produce a wet spanking noise, throughout the bathroom.

"I want to watch you come on my dick." He stated.

As he tells her this he brings both of his hands down to her ass, picking her up. He held on to her tightly, and began to fuck her passionately.

"Oh my.... god... Ian!" She cried. "Please...Please."

Samantha felt her climax approaching from deep within, and knew she was going to come harder than she had ever before. Grating his teeth, Ian slowed to a stop. As Samantha whimpered and clutched his neck, he carried her back into her bedroom. Feeling her clench his dick insistently with each step he took, as it lodged deeper. Reaching the bed he pulled her arms away from his neck, and laid her onto her back. Still connected he grabbed her hands, and laced them with his.

He used this leverage to pull her onto his dick roughly. His eyes took in the ecstasy covering her face as she tried to catch her breath. "Are you going to cum for me baby?" he questioned, feeling his own release approaching fast.

With every thrust he made sure to strum her pearl, and twirl his hips to reach every crevice in her pussy. "Answer me, Sammy." He demanded. But she continued to toss her head from side to side, about to give in to the best climax of her life.

Not happy with her silence, he halted his thrust once again to stop her imminent climax. She strained for completion. "Please...Ian." She tried to force herself on his dick but he halted her attempt by pulling out entirely.

Tears formed in her eyes at this point from the urgent need to cum, and he kissed her lips lovingly. "Whenever I ask you a question, I expect you to answer me." He pecked her lips. "Ok?"

She nodded, "Yes." Wiggling her hips again, she pleaded with her eyes for him to fuck her.

"Tell me what you want, Sammy." Letting her hands go, he teased her slit with his dick, not giving in to what she wanted. Not without hearing what he wanted to hear.

"I want to cum!" She grabbed him by the neck, pulling him close. "Please make me fucking cum!" She yelled, and he obliged; slamming into her pussy. Wet smacking and gruntled groans filled the room, as he forced her hands above her head. Fingers laced together and hips still pumping, he bent to her tits to take a nipple in his mouth.

"Oh my god, I'm going to cum!"

Releasing her nipple, he gazed at her with smoldering eyes. "Cum." He murmured.

Samantha screamed his name loudly as she kicked about. Screaming so loud that he was forced to silence her as much as possible with a kiss. Ian felt her squirt all over them both, as he fucked her through her first big 'O'. The pleasure became too much for her, and before she knew it everything went black. Feeling her body become motionless he opened his eyes, to see that she was passed out. With her head thrown back, and her eyes rolled back in her head.

"Baby?" He called out, nervously.

Her eyes fluttered, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Her pussy clinched him hard at that moment causing him to, roar and cum deep inside her pussy. "Fuck." He growled, pumping everything he had, before collapsing on top of her.

"Uh." She groaned.

"Damn, I'm sorry baby." He lifted his 6 foot 4 inches, 235 pounds of muscles off of smaller 160 pounds. "You soaked us both." He chuckled.

Straighten out his long limbs on the bed, he pulled her prone body up beside his and covered her, with the comforter. Looking down at her, he saw that she was sound asleep. Sucking on her tongue, as she always did since they were kids. Starring mesmerized for a while longer, Ian felt his stomach grumble violently. So hungry, he felt as if his ribs were touching his spine. Getting up from the bed slowly he tried to slip her arm from around his chest.

When she stirred he paused, but just as quickly she settled once more.

Slipping on his boxers he walked to the door, and slipped into the hallway. Closing the door quietly behind him, he leisurely walked through the apartment to the kitchen. Going to the fridge he opened it and leaned down to peer inside, finding what he knew would be there. Smiling he closed the fridge with sesame seed chicken in hand. "She's addicted to this stuff." He said to himself.

Turning he placed it in the microwave, and started it up. As he waited for the microwave to ding, he leaned against the counter, thinking about what had just taken place. A shit eating grin spread across his face, as he thought of how she reacted towards him, and how incredible her pussy was.

"So you're fucking Samantha now?"

Surprised by the sudden intrusion, he looked over his shoulder, to see Kristie standing at the entrance of the kitchen with her arms crossed. Her composure and expression, told him that she was beyond pissed. Rolling his eyes heavenwards, he asked god 'why now,' he didn't feel like dealing with her bullshit. The only thing he wanted to do was fill his stomach up, and go back to Sammy.




The Winter of Temptation Ch. 03



"Kristie, that's a dumb fucking question. Clearly you heard us." He looked at the timer located on the microwave and willed it to speed up. "Frankly, it's none of your damn business."

Kristie stormed over to him, observing his masculine beauty as if for the first time. His startling eyes looked at her fiercely, as she took in his perfect lips and chiseled chin covered in light stubble. Eyes traveling downwards, she recommitted the vision of his chiseled chest to memory. One peck was completely covered in a biomechanical masterpiece that flowed down the length of his entire arm. Which drove her absolutely wild, but then there was his cut abs.

Packing a deadly 8 pack earned from being involved in marital arts since he was 5. Formed a perfect V as it led to his magnificent dick. Ian cleared his throat loudly, transporting her back to reality. "Are you kidding me? You know that I still want you. Yet you come here to fuck her brains out right near my room."

Ian turned towards her with his arms crossed. "I told you before, that what I do is none of your business. Especially when it comes to Samantha."

She stomped her foot in a childish manner. "But I had you first Ian. Was I not good enough?" She questioned.

Rolling his eyes again, he looked for the right words to use so that he wouldn't hurt her feelings further. After all he didn't want to spend time arguing with a jealous female after having the best sex, out of his entire sexual history. 'God, I vow that my whoring days are over. Cause lord knows I don't know how to pick 'em.' He thought.

"Kristie, don't do this to yourself. I'm sorry for hurting you in anyway. I just thought you could handle the type of situation we had." He touched her shoulder, in a friendly gesture. "I didn't think you felt so strongly for me, if I had known I would have never put you through this. I shouldn't have looked at you that way, anyways. Considering your Sammy's friend, but it's too late now." He patted her shoulder. "You're still very beautiful and you will make some lucky guys life amazing. But that guy isn't me, I just don't want you like that."

Finally the microwave dinged and he grabbed the container as well as a utensil, before sidestepping her to head out of the kitchen. Kristie grabbed his arm, before he could get 3 inches away.

"Why her? What's so special about Samantha?" She spat, close to tears. "She knows nothing about fucking or how to handle a real man like you. Plus she's fat!"

Ian shook her off his arm. "Why couldn't you just leave it along?" he asked feeling his anger rise. "Just because you're a size 2 doesn't make your any fucking better than her. Let me make one thing clear to you doll, I'll take her size 11 curviest body over any fucking one of the tramps I've been fucking. Including you." He glowered at her openly now, no longer calm. It seemed as if the only time he was calm and composed was when he was around his Sammy. "I don't know what Samantha and I have, but what I do know is that I want to see where it goes." He tried to leave the kitchen again.

Kristie dropped down to her knees, and tugged on his arm. Ian glanced down at the girl and forgot his anger, for it was replaced with pity. "Kristie please, this isn't called-"

Kristie cut him off by pulling down his boxers, so quick it barely registered to him. "A little virgin can never out do me." She said, grabbing his sticky flaccid dick.

Slamming the food on the counter he wretched himself out of her hands, before pulling his boxers up, 'fuck the food' "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?" He asked livid. Reaching down he grabbed her by the arms, and pulled her up from her knees. "NEVER touch ME again. DO YOU understand? I just told you I have no interest in you. So that should be enough to let you know not to do what you just did."

"You didn't use a condom?" She questioned, after he was finished. Seeming not to have heard a word he had just said. "She could get pregnant. Why would you do that with her? You always used a condom with me, though I'm the one that wants your baby." She cried.

Ian backed away, seeing how truly crazy Kristie turned out to be. The first thing to run through his mind was, 'I can't have this crazy ass girl around, my baby.' "Look you need to go sleep off whatever you took or drunk. Clearly you're not thinking or acting normal. I'm going to bed now." He backed out quickly away from Kristie.

Once he reached the room he saw that Samantha was still knocked out cold. He smiled to himself, 'Damn.' Feeling good about putting it down so good, to a girl he cared about that it put her to sleep. Eager to be beside her, he thought to lock the door before walking over to the bed, and easing into it beside her. She slept on her side facing him, so he eased his arm underneath her and pulled her closer. As he was settling in she stirred causing him to look down into her beautiful brown eyes, which gazed sleepy at him.

"Sorry I woke you, baby." He whispered. But she said nothing in return, choosing to only stare at him in silence.

Samantha realized that she hadn't been dreaming. Not only was her pussy unbelievable sore, but the person who caused the delicious soreness was laying in her bed right now gazing down at her with mesmerizing eyes. Feeling a breeze on her chest, she looked down to see that her right boob was exposed from under the comforter. Shocked she covered herself as he watched with a heated seeking eye, he felt as if he could definitely go for another round.

"Why did this happen, Ian?" She probed hoarsely, breaking his line of thoughts.

"Let's save that for later, babe." He moved in closer to her under the comforter.

She became nervous and backed away from him. Ian saw that she backed away and didn't like it, at all. So he reached out and pulled her into his arms, again. "Don't do that again, Sammy. I want to hold you close to me." He told her as he gazed down into her brown orbs.

"I don't want you to touch me Ian. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me, and I don't know who the fuck you are anymore." She pushed against him and broke his hold before turning her back to him. "I want you to leave, Ian. Because I can't have you around me."

He laid beside her for a moment. 'Please let him leave,' she pleaded.

Only moments later she felt his arms close around her again possessively. "You're not going to get me to leave that easily, Sammy." Pulling her back against his front, her ass came to rest snuggly against his dick. "I'm not going to let either one of us run from what we clearly have. We're going to sleep just like this, I'm going to hold you in my arms until morning. Even then I may not let you go." He grabbed her chin and lightly turned her to look over her shoulder at him. "After the way I made love to you, I know you're going to be sleep in the next 10 minutes."

True to his words she felt her eyes grow heavy once more from exertion minutes later. Lured to sleep by the sound of his deep breathing, and strong grip. Hearing the sound of her breathing change, he peered over her shoulder to confirm what he already knew. She was sound asleep. A warm fuzzy feeling passed over him, and he dipped his head to kiss the top of her head before he succumbed to his own exhaustion.

Author's note: Everything has changed- Taylor swift Ft. Ed Sheeran is the official theme song for this Chapter! Which should get interesting feedback; seeing that Ian is public enemy #1 right now. *Smh, lol* I just think he's a bit confused, has anger, and control issues; but almost everyone has those problems. Maybe we need to get inside that curly blonde head of his*wink*. Hoped you enjoy as always, with the holidays I did what I could. By way of proofreading it also, so I just wanted to point that out. Happy Holidays, and Happy new Years!! (Hope this is posted in time) lol Til' next time.

SH!! 



The Winter of Temptation Ch. 04-05



The next morning Ian woke up first to find that Samantha had turned in her sleep, she was now facing him. He was able to leisurely take in, enjoy, and appreciate every feature she possessed. Her long eye lashes rested on her mahogany cheek, as he took in the fullness of them, and the small cute button nose. Her beautiful mouth was a perfect medium size that curved into a bow on top, before leading to her soft pink fuller bottom lip. 

An overwhelming urge to kiss her consumed him, but he didn't allow himself. Instead he slipped out of bed and walked over to her bathroom, to find a spare toothbrush. As he brushed his teeth he took a long look at himself. His long blond hair was tossed everywhere full of curls, and color. His face held a gruff appearance from the thick blonde scruff adorning his flushed pink cheeks, from a well-rested night of sleep. 

Examining his body he saw little pink marks all over his shoulders and chest. Leaning closer he saw that they were scratches everywhere, even on his ass. Laughing, he shook his head, being so pumped up last night made him not notice a thing. The sound of rustling got his attention, so he walked back into the room. To see that Samantha was now awake and sitting up on the side of the bed. She seemed not to notice him, as she sat with half of the sheet wrapped around her, looking out the window. 

"Sammy?" He called, walking around the bed to stand in front of her.

Looking up at him, he could see tears in her eyes. Alarmed he went to his knees at her feet. "Baby what's wrong?"

Staring at him for a long moment she tried to control her emotions, but her anger overwhelmed her. Pulling back her fist she brought it forward, yet he saw it coming, and caught it. He didn't however see her left swing following right behind the first, until it was slammed into his jaw.

"Ah fuck! Damn It!" He moaned in agony, holding his cheek. "Sammy why di─"

Another punch to his left cheek cut him off. "You Sleazy fucking asshole!" She shouted.

He glared angrily at her, but she didn't back down. She whipped at her tears roughly. "First you fuck Kriste and every girl you feel the need to, and now you think you can make me a fucking whore for you as well!?" She stood up and looked down on him, as he gaped for words like a fish would out of water. "Ian I refuse to be a slut for you! You won't fuck me whenever you want, because you think you can." 

Standing to his feet Ian grasped for words, but Samantha stormed past him. Slamming the door she made sure to lock it, as she started the shower; eager to wash the entire night off. She made sure to scrub her body thoroughly, while steeling her emotions, and thoughts. When she came out of the bathroom, she expected for him to have gotten the point to be gone. Yet Ian sat on the edge of her bed, dressed in his shirt, jeans, and socks.

Seeing her expression Ian rushed to explain. "I just wanted to talk about things, Sammy." He got up, and walked towards her.

"I don't want to talk to you Ian." She couldn't bring herself to look at him, so she walked past him to gather the rest of his things. She found his shoes and his jacket and shoved it at him. "Time for you to go."

Ian gently touched her cheek. Samantha tensed noticeably and tighten her grip on the towel covering her body. She felt nothing as he stared at her lovingly and intensely. 

"Sammy, what happened last night was not a mistake, I don't regret it." "The only thing I regret is how I went about it. I should have been sober, and told you how I felt from the start. Then I should have made love to you like you deserved, instead of taking you so hard on your first time." Ian brushed her damp curls behind her ear. "Forgive me Sammy."

Samantha looked at him with dark eyes. "It's over and done with. I won't allow you to do what you want to me like other girls. Sorry but, no. I won't you to leave me alone.

Ian shook his head sadly. "Samantha, like it or not we're intertwined. It's not in me to let things go like this."

"Well good thing I can." She replied. "I have to go to work."

Ian tried to read her expression, trying to gauge her truthfulness. "What? You've never worked on Friday. Annabel has always giving you Fridays off."

"Well damn it. For your information I took someone else's shift. I don't want to be around you, what do you not get?" She asked exasperated. 

Ian clenched his teeth and silently put on his shoes and jacket, fuming inside. "You know what? You can have all the space you want. Just remember." He walked to the door. "I care about you, and I want to work on whatever we have going on. You're not a one-time fuck to me, your much more Samantha." He looked at her for a long moment as if he wanted to say more, but ultimately he walked out of the apartment without a backwards glance.

Samantha uncaringly dried off her body and got dressed, in a hip hugging pin skirt with a silk red shirt, and matching black pumps. She pulled back her curls in to a chignon bun, before putting on a subtle eye shadow with a ruby red lipstick. Spritzing a bit of body mist on she grabbed her purse, coat, and rushed out the front door. Rushing to the car she stuffed herself in and checked her phone. She had 10 minutes to get to the little store front boutique 'Stars', located in Charlottesville Historic Downtown Mall. She hit three, and she waited for Annabel to answer. 

"Hello?" 

"Hey Anna, it's me. I'm on my way to the shop now, I over slept a bit." She explained. 

"Ah, it's alright girl. I'll just see you when you get here, Caroline just walked through the door also." Annabel said something to Caroline before she spoke into the phone again. "Don't rush and kill yourself trying to get here Chica, we will manage just fine until you do."

Samantha laughed. "Ok, Anna. Thanks for understanding." 

"No problem." Annabel replied, before hanging up. Samantha smiled to herself, glad to have such understanding friends. 

Her Beautiful Mulatto friend Annabel was one year older than her 21 years, and they met at an art exhibition at the Fralin museum of art, at their university. From that moment on, they became very close friends. She hung with them constantly, and before long Annabel began to date Ian's friend Andy. After graduating she took control of her sick mothers shop. Striving to make her single mother proud, she not only took over the business but also began the process of expanding. Samantha couldn't begin to describe how proud she was of her friend.

~*~

Finding a parking spot Samantha rushed to the shop. The jiggling bell above the door drew the eyes of Caroline, Annabel, and Maria to her. 

"Well, look what the wind blew in." said Caroline sarcastically. "You look... different." She stated, cocking her head to the side. Seeming to observe Samantha closely. 

Samantha looked down at her body in confusion, finding nothing out of the ordinary she looked at Annabel, who shrugged her shoulders. "You do seem a bit, different."

Samantha rolled her eyes. "Guy's your being crazy, nothing is different about me. I'm the same as the day before, and the day before that." 

Caroline eyed her curiously, for a moment, before going back behind her makeup counter. "If you say so, darling." She chuckled to herself.

Samantha found herself rolling her eyes again, before heading to the backroom. "I'll be in the stock room taking inventory, and filling out the next order."

Annabel nodded. "Thanks babe."

Samantha dropped her things off in the office and grabbed the clipboard, choosing to busy herself with something that could keep her in her own solitude. She worked throughout the morning doing minimal task, and when she had that completed she filled out an order form. Only when that was complete did she go out front to do price checks and help with customers that moseyed through the store. Around 1 o'clock Caroline found her in the office. When she approached her she smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes.

"Samantha, you've been working yourself like crazy all morning. Hiding in this room, it's like 1 o'clock and I've only seen you 4 times since this morning. You've haven't even taken a break, have you eaten anything?" She questioned. 

Samantha shook her head uncaringly. Caroline shot her a disapproving look, and grabbed her hand, making sure to grab their coats also. Before pulling her to the front of the store, where they saw Annabel looking over the order form Samantha filled out earlier.

"Anna, we'll be back. Miss workaholic here, has been working herself to death on an empty stomach. I'm going to take her to lunch. That cool with you?" Caroline asks.

Annabel looked at Samantha also with a disapproving frown. "Yeah, you guys go ahead. Maria and I can handle the fort, while you guys are out."

Caroline kisses Annabel's cheek before tugging Samantha along. "Be back in 30."

Tossing Samantha her jacket, they buddle up before going outside to brace the harsh cold weather. "How do you feel about Citizen Burger Bar?" 

"That sounds pretty good. I haven't eaten there in forever." Samantha replied.

They crossed the street and walked a few stores down, before entering the cute, friendly establishment. The mouthwatering aroma's hit her nose, and Samantha felt her stomach grumble. Caroline looked at her with a smirk, as if saying 'I Told you so'. Samantha playfully rolled her eyes. "Oh hush."

"Come on, let's find a seat." Caroline replied.

They chose to sit in a window booth, and as they got settled a waiter came over. "Good afternoon ladies, what can I get you to drink?" 

"Um, I Would just like a water please." Samantha requested.

Caroline glanced at the menu before she offered the pretty brunette a smile. "Scratch that water, we'll both have white wine please. The Prince Michel Viognier." 
The waiter glanced back at Samantha, who stared at Caroline as if she was crazy.

Caroline returned the look. "Girl you look as if you need a drink." She smiled at the waiter once more. "We'll take the wine, thank you." 

"Alright ma'am, it'll be right out to you." The waiter then walked off.

"What's up with you, Sam?"

Samantha's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she stared out of the window to avoid Caroline's probing brown orbs. "Darling you know you can tell me, if anything is bothering you." Caroline explained placing her hand on top of Samantha's.

"I know Carol, I'm just really pissed off."

Caroline sat straight up, with her brow bunched. "Uh oh, this sound serious. Who pissed you off to this point?"

"It's Ian. I'm so done with him."

"What!? Wait, wait. How, when, and why?"

Samantha closed her eyes and sighed. 

"You two have been friends forever. What the hell could have happened, to change that Sam? Seemingly overnight." Caroline was flabbergasted.

"Yeah last night... uhm he came over and he...." Samantha swallowed the log logged in her throat.

"What happen last night?"

Samantha shrugged. "He came over with the smell of liquor all over him. He barged into my room like a bat out of hell. Remember how I told you about the argument me and him had, over my relationship with Calvin?" Caroline nods her head. "Well I didn't tell you everything."

"What? Spill the beans."

The waiter came back with their drinks at that moment. "You guys ready to order?" She asks politely.

They nodded and scanned the menu quickly, before they both ordered 'The Hotness.'

"Well, we had a fall out and he kisses me, and we almost went too far." Samantha replied as the waiter went to fill their order.

Caroline eye's bulged. "NO! Wow! You and Ian? Oh, my gosh! I always thought that you guys looked great together. I even had a feeling that he was attracted to you. But I never thought something would happen." She rambled. "Wait, is this the reason you've been off today?"

Embarrassed she shook her head no. "Last night when he came over, we got into it again. Then he basically lifted me on the bathroom sink and we ─."

Caroline seemed about ready to pop, as Samantha tried to say the word. "Fucked?" Caroline gasped continuously shook her head from side to side, taken aback. "He didn't force you, did he? Because I swear if he did I will fuck him up, Sam. Seriously."

Samantha covered her face with her hand, feeling her eyes begin to tear up. "No, Carol. He didn't force me to have sex with him. I said no... fighting myself, but deep down I knew that I wanted it, Carol and so did he. I wanted it badly, god help me but I did. I loved everything that he did to me, and he knows it." 

"Damn Sam, this is crazy. How could Ian put you in this situation?"

Before Samantha could reply the waiter brought their lunch and refilled Caroline's drink, while Samantha's sat untouched as she pondered over Caroline's prying question." I don't know why last night happen, but what I do know is that I cannot be around him. I have to think, and that just won't happen with him around."

"What about this guy Calvin? From what I've heard about him, he is a gentlemen and it's hard to find a guy like that these days."

"I don't think I deserve someone like him, last night I fucked my best friend. I told the guy that there was nothing between me and Ian. So he's just going to see me as a liar, Carol. I'm going to tell him what happen, and see if he would still like to be friends at least."

"Just think it over, later. Right now just relax, and eat." Caroline suggested. 

Samantha agreed and took a big swig of her drink.

~*~

Ian sat down in a secluded corner of the library to get a little bit of studying done before he took his final exam. Contrary to what people thought about him being a whore, he actually had a head on his shoulders that he utilized. He had been volunteering as a tutor since his first year at UVS, figuring he should help people who couldn't understand their work. Now as the teacher's assistant for his BIOL 4310: Sensory Neurobiology professor, he felt very accomplished, as well as ready for graduation. Everything involving his future was, pretty much set in stone. 

His mom was from Virginia, and that's why he had a full ride for UVS. His dad was a psychologist, which contributed to why he was a studying to be a neurobiologist. Everything besides Samantha being his woman, was planned. After years of them like siblings, he feared he may have overstepped things too quickly last night. But as he told her, he didn't regret what happened between them, for it was long overdue.

From years of watching her mature, and form into a thick luscious female he couldn't deny that he wanted her any longer. In a way he had always knew she was the one, he had never liked for other guys to look at her, or to flirt with her as she naively not notice. He wanted to protect her innocence's from lechers. From dude's that didn't deserve her. Even from himself, after he started to dream of her in intimate ways at the age of 15. That's when he turned to other girls and buried his feelings for her, or so he thought. Slowly her breast began to grow bigger; until they were a firm 34C, and her hips began to widen, accentuating her body in a womanly coco-cola bottle shape.

No matter how hard he tried he couldn't stop the feelings he had, and it took for another man to come into the picture and threaten his relationship with her for him to act on his desires. To him last night was the best night of his life. Finally having her, for the first time after lusting for her for so long, was enough for him to die a happy man. But the icing to top the cake, was the fact that he was the first man to have ever touched her. He could tell from the way she reacted towards him on her first climax, but Kriste crazy ass clarified any doubt he had on the matter. He knew that since what happen, things would be difficult for them, but he was willing to try. Because they needed to talk, and soon.

"Hey Mitch, what you doing?" Came a voice from behind him. What was my mom thinking naming me Ian Mitchell Queen? He thought as he looked over his shoulder at the only person that called him 'Mitch.'

"You know I hate that damn name, Junior." He whispered, to Miles one of his tutor students.

The young man grinned and shrugged playfully, as he walked around the table to sit across from Ian. "Tough." Kicking his feet up he eyed Ian. "So are you done with Finals?" 

Ian looked down at his notes. "Nah I got one in about an hour, how did you do on Mr. Hinson's test?"

"Passed with flying colors, I got my scores earlier. I'm free for the rest of the holiday." Ian bumped fist with the younger guy, proud that he was doing well.

"Speaking of the holidays, what do you have planned for the break?" Miles asked.

"Just going home to see the fam, junior. They already tell me I don't come home nearly enough, so I better make it for Christmas break."

"Damn, Boston is going to kick your ass, at this time of year. You're going to freeze your nuts off."

Laughing Ian shook his head. "Nah, I grew up there bro, I'm pretty used to it. Trust me."

Miles shrugged "Couldn't be me, but anyways. I wanted to ask you about the annual Snow bash at Alpha Phi?"

"What about it?" Ian asked.

"Well you know about my band, Common Crisis. So I was wondering if you could take a chance on us."

Ian nodded his head. "I'll talk to all the guys, at the house and see what they say."

"That's totally cool, bro." Miles replied, as Ian scooted back in his seat. 

"I'll text you about it, I gotta head to class now. The party is tomorrow are you guys, ready?"

"Of course we are. We've been doing this for a while."

"Well we'll be the judge of that, come by the house tonight around 7. We'll give you a shot."

~~*~~

"I'll come by in a few to check on you, Sam." Caroline said.

"Ok, I'll be home packing, and finishing my paper."

"Awesome, then I'll be able to drag your behind out of that apartment to show you a good time. You need some cheering up girly."

Samantha groaned and walked out the front entrance of the shop. Pulling out her phone she dialed Calvin's number, as she walked to her car.

Calvin put aside the files he was looking over, and answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Hi Cal." Came her sweet soft voice over the line. "I hope I'm not interrupting you."

"No, No. You're not, I'm just going over a few things. Glad that you called." 

Curious Samantha asks. "What exactly do you do?

Chuckling, Calvin relaxed in his office chair. "I'm a graphic designer."

"Really?" 

Calvin smiled to himself. "Yes I'm the CEO of Dreamscope."

"Wow, you've really made a name for yourself."

"Yes, we're still a work in progress, but it's coming along wonderfully."

Samantha listened to the happiness in his voice and felt immense proudness for him. "I'm so proud of you Cal. I called, because I wanted to ask you if you would like to accompany me to dinner and a party tomorrow?"

There was a silence over the line as Calvin contemplated the invitation. "Ah, I don't know gorgeous. The whole college scene is really not my thing anymore."

"Cal, it's not like your old! At 25 it's perfectly fine for me to invite you to the party." She giggled. "I won't take no for an answer." She joked.

Calvin hesitated. 

"Please...." 

"Alright, I'll be glad to accompany you."

Samantha beamed. "Thank you Cal. Can't wait to see you."

"Same here gorgeous."

She disconnected the call and exited her car, heading up to her apartment.

Using her key she let herself inside, to be greeted by an eerie quiet that she couldn't ignore. Placing her things on the couch, she turned on the lights and surveyed the apartment. Finding nothing out of the ordinary, she went to the kitchen grabbed a bottle of green tea. Before going to her room, ignoring the stillness of the apartment. Going over to her desk she boots up her computer and navigates to her playlist, starting the music up. She began to sway to the song, as she kicked off her heels and settled in at her desk. 




The Winter of Temptation Ch. 04-05



Checking the time, she saw that it was 5:30 and she had to get to work on finishing her research paper before 12. Opening her notes she got to work on the tedious task, of getting this paper out of her hair. Only twenty minutes later, she heard the doorbell ring. Getting up she went to the front door to peak out of the peephole. Heaving a heavy sigh she opened the door, to have Caroline's 5'5 frame slither through. "Carol." She said exasperated.

"Aw boo hoo." Caroline teased, kissing her cheek. "You know you love me. Look I brought movies, and more wine." 

"Ah alright come on."

As the two conversed at the door, a slim figure eased from the closet inside of Samantha's room. Creaking to the door slowly, she creaked her head out to figure out where Samantha was. When she saw her turn as if she was about to head her way, she mustered the nerve to dart out of the room, hoping to make it to her open door without being seen. "Kris, what are you doing?" Samantha questioned. Telling Kriste that she was caught, froze mid-step at her door. "Uhm I was just seeing if you still had my Gold hoops. Have a big date tonight." She said excitedly, in a lie. 

Samantha frowned as she walked closer, with Caroline following close behind. At her door she peered inside to look around not noticing anything out of place. Then she looked back at Kriste who not only looked suspicious, but also looked to have nothing in her hands. "Why we're you running to your door? I didn't even know you were here. Besides I gave you back those earrings weeks ago."

Kriste fumbled with her hands. "Right! I must have just forgot and misplaced them. Totally my bad."

She hurriedly went into her room and closed the door behind her, leaving Samantha and Caroline to look after her at the closed door. Samantha then looked at Caroline over her shoulder. "I'm definitely going to lock my room up from now on. She's acting weird as fuck." Knowing that Kriste was lying about the earrings. 

"I agree, she was fidgeting too much. You sure she's not a theft? Maybe you should check your stuff. 

"I'll check. Come on I'm about done with this paper only two more paragraphs.

~*~

Kriste laid on her back looking up at the ceiling, glad that she hadn't necessarily been caught rifling through Samantha's things. Getting caught slipping from the room wasn't a big deal, since she covered with a pretty good lie. She hated the fact that she didn't find anything that belonged to Ian, or anything from the night before. Making it hard for her to find something to sabotage Samantha and Ian's relationship. After last night seeing him again, and having him so close was too much for her to ignore. It brought back all the feelings she had once harbored for him. She felt determined and vowed to have him again before it was over.

~*~

"Mr. Queen this semester has gone by amazingly for you." Ian's professor stated. "For your magnificent grades, 4.0 GPA, and determination. I would like to offer you an internship here at the University this upcoming summer, after graduation. 

Ian sheepishly smiled, staggered by the outstanding news that the very renowned Neuroscientist Dr. Ronald Howard was offering him a chance to work beside him in a lab. "I would really love that Dr. Howard." Ian gushed, offering his hand in thanks.

"Well son it's a plan then." He shook Ian's waiting hand. "I expect nothing but good things for you in the future."

"Thank you sir, I really appreciate this. I'll be sure to make you proud, I promise." 

Ian listened as Dr. Howard congratulated him once more, before explaining all the things he was to expect. When he left the office he felt excitement bubbling over inside, so much so he wanted to shout from the roof top about his accomplishment. Yet he settled for pulling out his phone and dialing the first person to come to his mind.

"Ello?" Came the deep rumble of his father's voice.

"Hey dad."

Jacob Queen smiled and pressed the phone closer to his ear. "Son, long time no talk. How have you been?"

Ian heard the smile in his father's voice and knew he would become happier after he was informed of the news. "Yah, I know sorry dad. Just been busy with school and stuff, but I have some good news. Is mom around?"

Curious Jacob quickly called Lauren, Ian's mother, into the den. Before he pressed the speaker button. "Hello Sweetheart." Lauren said.

"Hey Mom."

"I've missed you, son. When are you coming home? I'm anxious to see you."

Ian chuckled. "I've missed you too, mom. You can expect me home Tuesday, both me and Sammy decided to bring friends. You've met Michael, and Sammy is bringing her friend Caroline."

"Does these children have families?"

"Yes but Michael doesn't really get along with his family, and Caroline's parents are a bit older and wanted to take a trip for Christmas, she's the only child."

"Oh, well of course their welcomed, we have lots of room." Came her reply.

"How's Samantha doing anyways?"" Jacob asks.

"She's doing great, dad." He replied feeling a warm tingle in the pit of his stomach thinking about his baby.

"Well tell buttercup to call from time to time, she's already in trouble."

Ian laughs "Alright, I'll be sure too."

"Son, what's the news you wanted to tell us?"

"Oh. Well you guys know I've been the assistant for my Biol professor, for a year now. Well he just offered me an opportunity to intern for him over the summer."

"Wow, honey that's so great." Lauren exclaimed.

"We're proud of you, son." Jacob added.

"Thanks mom, dad. I'm almost home now, plan to do a little celebrating."

"Now Ian don't get carried away down there." Lauren warned.

Both he and Jacob laughed. "You got it mom. I promise I won't get too crazy." He pulled up to the house. "Well I love you guys and I can't wait to see you when I get home."

"Alright son, we love you too. Be safe." Jacob said before disconnecting the call.

Ian got out of the car and walked to the door hearing music as soon as he stepped foot on the porch. Letting himself in he looked around seeing a few people lounging around the house with drinks in hand. Walking into the living room he was greeted by Michael. "What's up bro?"

"Yeah what's with that big ass grin?" Andy added, as he pulled his attention away from his girl Annabel.

"Nothing, just got offered an internship with Dr. Howard." He replied grabbing a drink from the bin cooler. 

"You lucky bastard!" Michael said good-heartily.

"Happy for you, man. Here I thought you was dumb as a box of rocks." Andy joked, earning him a jab to the arm, holding his drink. As it splashed over his flannel button-up he let Ian have an ear full.

Ian laughingly apologized before heading to the kitchen. "That kid Miles, is coming by to let us hear his band. I might want to try them out, for the party."

"Where you going?" Michael called, to Ian's retreating back. 

A frowning Andy scoffed. "Do ya even have to ask? Ya know he is calling Samantha."

"Damn your right, I forgot." Michael laughed.

Ian dialed Samantha and waited for what seemed like forever before he got her voicemail. Please answer. He tried her number again, right when he thought she wouldn't answer again, he heard her pick up. 

Silence greeted him. "Baby? You There?"

For a second he thought he heard a light growl. "I'm not your damn baby." She answered.

Frowning he took a deep breath to calm down, not wanting to fight. "Ok Sammy, I know your Pissed but ¬¬¬¬¬─"

"Pissed is a fucking understatement." She cut in.

Clearing his throat, Ian pushed on, choosing to not argue with her. "I was wondering if you wanted to come by. I have some awesome news that I want to share with you. I also think we should talk."

There was long pause, and he knew for a fact that she would say no, but to his surprise he was wrong.

"Alright, I'll be over in 20." She hung up abruptly.

"Damn." He uttered. Slipping the phone into his pocket, he headed back into the living room to wait for her.

~*~

Samantha submitted her paper and shut her laptop, while glancing over at Caroline who was sprawled out over the freshly made bed watching a movie.

"Who was that?" Caroline asks.

"Ian." She said with irritation.

Caroline shook her head with indifference. "What does he want?"

"He wants to talk, apparently he has something to tell me."

Caroline dragged her eyes away from the screen. "You going over there?" Samantha nodded. "You want me to go with you." Again Samantha nods.

Getting up from the desk she grabbed her jacket and keys, with Caroline following they walked out the door with Samantha remembering to lock her door.

~*~

Lounging at the table Ian joined in on the card game the guys had going on, all the while trying to control the giddy feeling that came over him from the thought of seeing Samantha. He couldn't seem to control the craving he had for her. Why she sparked this feeling inside of him was lost on him. But the sound of her voice, and the sparkle in her eyes, made him want to take her to the nearest bed so he could get lost in her essences. His cock began to harden, thinking about her tight sensual body as he made love to her. But the sound of Andy's brash laughter and Michael's taunting quickly cooled his growing fire.

"Earth to Ian." Said Michael waving his hand in front of Ian's face. 

"What?" Ian asked lost.

"I asked, you when do we plan on leaving?" Michael said.

"Oh, I planned for us to leave on Monday. Since all of us are done with finals and my people are anxious for us to arrive."

"That's cool, we can take my car as well as yours." Michael told Ian.

"That's cool with me." Ian turned his attention to Andy. "What do you and Annabel plan to do for the holidays?"

Andy grinned broadly as he looked over at Annabel talking animatedly to a girl in the corner. "Plan on takin her home to meet my mom and pops."

"Ah? You guys are ready to meet the folks?" Michael asks.

Andy nods. "Oh Yea, my southern bell will fit right in."

Both Michael and Ian said 'Aww' playfully, while Andy flipped them the bird.

They were goofing off, and passing jokes between each other. When Liam, another fraternity brother, came in followed by Miles and three other guys.

"Yo, Mitch." Miles slapped Ian's hand and gave him a quick hug before, doing the same to Andy and Michael. "These are my boy's, got Connor a.k.a Stitch on Guitar, Jordan on Bass, And Brandon on drums."

"Cool." Ian nodded and shook their hands. "Nice to meet you. This is Michael, and this is Andy." 

"What you guys plan on playing?

"We thought we would play a bit of A day to remember, Falling in reverse, and lastly Close your eyes." Miles replied.

"That sounds good. Personally those are some of my favorite bands. "Michael put in, being the one that was on rock. "Do you guys do other types of covers?" He asks.

"Of course, we do some of our own songs, as well as throwback hits from all genres just with a rockish twist." Miles laughed. "We definitely change it up a bit"

"Let's hear it, we're ready when you are." Ian Stated.

"Ight, we'll get set up and be ready in like, 15."

They walked out to come back moments later with their equipment, setting them up quickly, Miles took his position behind the mic. "Alright we're Common Crisis, and the first song we'll play for you, is called Right back at it again." 

Stitch struck a chord, on his guitar and began to strum a tune before Miles screamed. "We're coming out Swinging." Jordan, and Brandon joined in, as Miles began to sing in a raspy voice over the mic.

Ian lifted a surprised brow as he listened to Miles raw talent. Both Michael and Andy nodded along to the beat as the guys rocked out. "They sound amazing. I didn't even know miles could even sing."

"Yeah, they sound pretty good. I think they will be good for the party tomorrow." Michael added.

"Ian nodded. "I'll just tell them they got the gig after they finish their songs."

Outside Samantha and Caroline pulled up to the curb, and got out. They walked up to the door, hearing music as soon as they got to the door.

"Hmm wonder what they are up too?" Samantha heard Caroline ask.

As she knocked on the door, but with the music going she knew no one would have heard her, gripping the knob she tried it and it opened without trouble.

"Ah, how fortunate." They walk into the corridor of the house expecting to see a big party or something going on, but they only saw a few people hanging around in different areas downstairs. "Samantha? Hey babe." Liam greeted. "Hi." He said to Caroline.

"Hi, Liam, um is Ian around?"

"Yeah, he's in the living room. Do you both want something to drink?" he questioned with a charming smile.

"Nah, we're good. Not going to stay here long enough for that." She returned his smile. "But thank you, Liam."

Samantha walked into the living room with Caroline holding her hand, in support. They walked into the room to see a young guy with longish blonde hair in the midst of a passionate head bang with who she assumed to be his friends. Over at a table she saw Andy, Michael, and Ian watching the band perform, as well as Annabel who stood in the corner. Andy who was the closest to the door, and to her looked over and realized she was there. "Sammy Sweetheart. Come here girl." He gasped animatedly, as he reached his long arm out to pull her to him. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders he bear hugged her awkwardly to his extremely tall form. "Where you been hidin'."

Samantha blushed as she felt every pair of eyes in the room shift to her as, Andy's loud country drawl demanded attention. "Just been busy, Andy." She said apologetic, realizing now how much she had been neglecting all of the guys over the fucked up situation she had with Ian. She was in the wrong. Hugging Andy, her 'country bumpkin' again, she apologized.

Annabel smiled and walked over to her and hugged her and Caroline tightly though she didn't get to say anything besides that, for at that moment Ian walked over. "Glad you could come, Sammy." He said.

"I came to just talk, so can we just go ahead. I have to go soon."

He nodded his head in understanding. "Alright let's go somewhere quiet." He reached for her hand, but she snatched it back. Walking past him, she headed up the stairs to his room. Leaving him to follow behind her at a distance, until they reached the room. Closing the door Ian turned, and put his back against it. "You look beautiful." Remarking on how her outfit hugged her curves.

Samantha grunted. "Look I don't want any complements from you. I just came to hear what you got to say, before I deliver my news to you. So start talking." Samantha knew that her voice and demure was harsh, but she couldn't bring herself to care about his feelings at the moment. Seeing him now, was just causing her anger, and other emotions to riot within.

Ian lifted his arms in surrender, bringing them to the back of his head were he interlocked his fingers. "I just wanted to tell you that Dr. Howard has offered me an internship for the summer." His voice held a note of excitement that rubbed off on her for a second. Only for a second. 

"That's great." She uttered.

The tension began to intensify between them. "I called mom and dad. They're both happy as hell." Ian tried to keep his voice light. "They asked about you by the way. Wondering when we would be heading home." He smiled, hoping it would cool her temper.

"Yeah well about that. I just can't be around you Ian, so riding along in a car with you is not ideal to me." Shifting on her feet, she nervously wiped her clammy hands down the sides of her skirt. "In fact I think we should go our own way, until I can deal with all of this shit, in my head."

Ian felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach, as the words left her lips. The walls around him started to crumble, from the thought of her not being in his life. It was crushing.

"Samantha, listen I know I've been so stupid, and have went about things all wrong between us. But please don't do that to me, to us. We both know that we have something Sammy, don't throw it away before we even get started. You know how much it means to me to have you in my life."

Samantha turned her head away, unable to look into his troubled eyes. "I- I can't. I'm not going to do this with you." She said indifferent. "That's all I have to say." Reaching around Ian's body she grabbed the door knob, and twisted. When suddenly she found herself inside of his arms. The warm tingly feeling that only he could produce engulfed her, like the night before. "This isn't going to work, Ian."

He held her from the side, and pressed his face into the side of her head. "Sammy, I will prove to you that I'm worth forgiven. I want to prove to you that I'm not a bad guy, I want to escape that image once and for all. Please allow me that." He begged on a whisper.

He realized for the first time how it felt to be on the receiving end of Samantha's true anger. Whenever she became this hurt and angry, she dealt with the situation by cutting off the person who caused the pain. He had taken her for granted too many time, over the years. Now shit was hitting the fan, and karma was square dancing on his ass.

"Honestly, I don't know if I can. I don't know how I should feel about last night." 

Ian turned her around to face him, placing her back against the door. "Last night was amazing. Don't deny that Sammy. We both wanted it"

Samantha finally looked him in the face, to see his eyes were rimmed red, and his thick hair was a curtain around his face as he pressed his forehead against hers. "Ian it's not up to you to decide what I want. I loved you, and as my friend I never thought you could cause this pain. It's time for me to be my own woman." She shifted to loosen his arms from around her. "Dad has been making my choices for me all my life. And just when I thought I could break away from my sheltered life at home, here at school. You up and took the reins my Father once controlled. What makes me so fucking mad at myself, is the fact that I let you, for 3 years. I'm fucking fed up with it Ian." Using her body she nudged him away far enough so she could open the door.

"Sammy." Ian called, Samantha turned to look back at him. "I'm in love with you."



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Author's note: Sorry for the wait. But I made up for that, by giving you a fairly long chapter. Would like to go ahead and point out that it is full of drama. I have a vision, on how I want things to turn out so I hope you bare with me. Excuse any errors, please. Just know that I did my best for you guys. Hope you enjoy. Rate & Comment

Much love, SH!!




"I'm in love with you Samantha." Ian glanced at her through the curtain of hair clouding his face.

"No, Ian! Stop playing games with my damn head, and emotions. You can't do this." Turning Samantha rushed down the stairs almost colliding into Michael.

"Whoa, Sam where you rushing off to?"

Samantha didn't bother to answer as he continued to rush out of the door.

Michael looked at the closed door she rushed out of, before he turned to look up the stairs. To See Ian standing at the top with a faraway look to his eyes. He stared as Ian continued to look at the door as if he wanted to go after Samantha but after a moment of indecision, he turned quickly on his heels and disappeared.

Michael knew that something had to have happened between the two, for both had been acting weird for weeks now. Bounding up the stairs he went to Ian's door, knocked and waited for Ian to answer, but no reply came. So he tentatively eased the door open. "Bro, Miles and the guys finished up, and I told them they got the gig. They are going to play their set when the DJ takes his break from the turntable."

Ian sat on his bed with his head in his head. "Alright." Was his only reply.

"You ok?" Michael moved closer to the bed. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"It's complicated, Mike."

"Tell me about it, man. What are friends for?"

Ian sat in silence for a moment. "I told Samantha I was in love with her." He paused, and took a deep breath. "She ran out on me."

Michael taken aback, was at a loss for words. "Uh, how long have you felt like this?"

Ian looked over at Michael. "I've felt like this for a long time, now. Yet I chose to ignore my feelings, up until last night."

Michael felt as if he shouldn't ask, but knew that Ian needed a shoulder to lean on. "What happened last night?"

Ian cleared his throat, visibly uncomfortable with the question. "Last night I... had sex with Sammy...." 

Michael could not control his reaction, to the news he had just heard. "What? Wait. You're telling me that you banged Sam?"

Ian nodded solemnly, not surprised to see Michael's reaction. "I went over to her place, after I ran into the guy she has been seeing. I got into an argument with him, and became Jealous. In a rage I stormed over to her place, and...." He trailed off.

Michael mimicked his previous gesture. "Bro, how did things get this way in a matter of weeks? You didn't hurt her did you?"

Ian jerked towards Michael. "Of course not! I love her too much, to do something like that. How could you ever think I could do that?" Ian answered running his hands through his hair, he sighed deeply. "I felt in my heart that she felt as I did, but yet she was just too afraid to face what we know we have.

Weeks before I went into a jealous fit and went to her place, I kissed her and came close to giving in to her. I was able to get myself under control and pull away, before anything could go further though. But Michael I knew she wanted it, she begged me to, with her eyes." He continued to rant.

"What brought on the possessiveness and jealousy? I've always thought you to be very protective over her, but this is very different. Is it the guy she's with?"

Ian nods. "Yes. When she brought him into the picture, I couldn't control how angry I felt. I hated thinking of someone else with the woman I loved so much. Someone who I knows love me just as much."

"Dude, as your friend you know I'm going to tell you how I feel." Michael took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled. "You've fucked up. Samantha is going to be so confused now."

"You don't have to tell me that Mike. She hates me right now, because of what I've done, and its killing me" He looked down at his clasped hands. "Yet I deserve it. I've fucked so many girls, and flaunted them around her. Hurting girls left and right, not caring about anything but my dick. But the minute she brings that guy around, I lose my shit."

"She may not believe that you're in love with her. After so many girls, she believes you're only using her as you did them." Michael Stated.

Ian realized that Michael was right. He was definitely fucked, facing the harsh consequences of your mistake is something no one wanted to do. But in his case he had no other choice, he had to do just that, to get Samantha to be his. 

"If you really love Samantha, you have a long road to travel to earn her forgiveness and love in return."

Ian nodded. "You right, but I have to do it, I need her mike."

Michael patted Ian's shoulder to provide comfort. "Good luck to you, man."

"Thanks mike, I appreciate your advice."

"No problem. I would hate to see your ass as a guess on the Dr. Phil show."

Chuckling Ian threw himself back onto the bed to ponder on ways to repair their broken relationship.

"Well I'm going to head downstairs to get back in this game. So if you feel up to it come down also."

Ian nodded as Michael walked out of the door. After lying there for while Ian finally got the energy to get to his feet and head downstairs to the living room. Miles and the other guys we're packing up the equipment as a few others continued to play cards. He noticed that Annabel and Caroline was missing from the room, now.

"The other girls left?" he asked as he sat in the seat that he vacated earlier. 

"Yeah they left with Samantha. "Andy said, giving him a knowing look. "Annabel said that she will be staying with her over night to make sure she's alright."

Ian nodded. "So we got everything straight for the party tomorrow?"

"Yep, we got all the beer, snacks and stuff in the kitchen." 

"Everything else we are going to set up in the morning." Andy said

"Who is over the money?" Ian questioned.

"Andy and I decided that we we're going to both take turns with collecting money." Michael replied.

"Alright that sounds good. Now I need you guys to help me brainstorm over ways to win Samantha's forgiveness and heart."





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"You look like you're ready to kill someone." Michael said as he entered the kitchen.

Ian's head snapped up. "Can I ask for a favor?"

Michael nodded. "Sure."

"Can you and Andy help keep a look out on not only Samantha, but Kristie?" 

Without question Michael nodded. "Yeah, of course. Fucking with her is coming back to bite you in the ass isn't it?"

"Big time. I can't explain it, but there's a feeling that I continue to get whenever it comes to her. So I have to make sure I watch my back and Samantha's."

"Well I definitely have your back."

That's all he had to hear.





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Calvin leaned forward again. "Don't say that. You do deserve for a man, to treat you well."

"But–"

Calvin shook his head. "Samantha, listen. It does not matter what you, and Ian have. As I see it, if you want a relationship with him then, I can't fault you for that." He took a sip of his tea. "I'm still very much into you. If you want to continue, with our relationship, then I'm all for it."

"Calvin, I cannot do that to you."

"Samantha, let me say this in a way I'm sure you will believe." Leaning forward he cupped her chin. "I want you, Samantha. So, I don't care if you don't think you deserve, what I have to offer. I'm still willing to give." Calvin replied admittedly.

Samantha could only nod, as Calvin continued to talk, and eat as if the previous conversation had not bothered him at all.





The Winter of Temptation Ch. 07



As they we're heading out the door she turned to Calvin. "Thanks for dinner. But I'm going to my apartment." 

He looked as if he wanted to say something but instead he nodded and leaned in for a kiss, yet Samantha turned and it landed on her cheek. He pulled back and looked at her surprised. She didn't give him an explanation. Instead she told him that she would call him later, and turned to Caroline for a ride. 

They went to her car and Annabel hopped in also, leaving her car with Andy. When both Caroline and Samantha looked at her questionably, she only smiled and said. "I'm not going to miss this shit." Caroline laughed and cranked up the car. The trio made it to the apartment in record time, and Samantha hurriedly changed her clothes. Just in case Kristie wanted to get ratchet again she would be ready. She walked into the kitchen to get an ice pack before going back into the living room, both Caroline and Annabel was on the couch talking about the scene that had taken place.

"Did you see how my girl did that damn WWE Slam? I thought that bitch was broken in half for a second." Caroline picked.

"Nah did you see that damn hit to the face. Ole girl mouth was busted open." Annabel replied.

When Samantha walked around the couch to sit on the coffee table they grinned at her. "What?"

Caroline shook her head. "Girl I didn't know you packed a punch like that. I mean damn."

Samantha shook her head. "I'm not a fighter. I think it's absurd." She adjusted the ice pack over her knuckles. Kristie had some hard as teeth. "But when she hit me I lost it. I shouldn't have been there at all. The whole damn campus is going to label me, and think that I fight over men."

"We know who you are Sam. WE know you're not a fighter, and would never fight over a man. That's all that matters." Samantha looked at Annabel. "Besides no one is going to fault you for sticking up for yourself. Especially when Kristie was the obvious aggressor."

"Thank you for that bell."

"An honey, you were there because even though you're upset with Ian right now. You were there to support him."

"Carol, please not now." 

"All I'm saying is that your feelings for him are so obvious Samantha. Really there isn't even a reason for you to try to run from it any longer." She crossed her legs and arms. "As far as Calvin goes." She smacked her lips and rolled her eyes.

Samantha was stunned. "What is it? You don't like him?" 

"It's nothing."

Samantha gazed at Caroline confused. "Carol if you got something to say just say it" 

Caroline huffed. "Sam, it just felt as if he was trying too hard. The way he was pawing at you!" Caroline looked at her incredulous. "I mean come on! Ya'll had to have known that Ian was watching. To me that was low."

Samantha looked between her and Annabel. Annabel just sat back and listened. She didn't offer any input so Samantha turned her attention back to Caroline.

"You said that he was a great guy, a 'gentleman,' well to me, he appeared anything but. 

Samantha was about to reply when the front door was thrown open. Samantha's eyes immediately connected with those of Kristie. She wasn't alone. As she walked in a tall brunette walked in behind her. Nothing was said, she passed by glaring at Samantha evilly. Samantha stood with her hands on her hips and watched her closely. 

When they disappeared down the hall, Samantha followed. She stood right at the door and leaned against it. She watched closely as Kristie slung her things in suit cases and duffle bag. Whenever she got to her furniture, she paused and put her hands on her slender hips. Her soft oval face showed nothing but hatred.

"Whatever you can't take with you will be shipped to where you stay."

Kristie snatched her bags up and walked close to the door. "Can we get pass? You're blocking the fucking door."

Samantha moved closer to her quickly. Kristie flinched back, but tried to recover by placing her hands on her hips. Samantha felt a smile coming, but she hide it. Silently she moved to the side and allowed her to exit. Kristie turned at the door with a sneer. "This is not over." 

After a moment she heard the front door slam close.

"Well that went well."

**

Sunday came and went and before he knew it Monday was already here. Within a few hours they were going to be on the road, and on the way home. He felt both excitement and fear. Both his family and hers were bound to notice the tension between them. It wanted to talk to her so bad. Yet she never returned his calls, or replied to his messages. So he was hoping that when he saw her tomorrow, she would be more open to talk to him. Until then he busied himself with packing. After an hour or so. He had everything packed up and ready to go sitting neatly near the door to his room.

He sat down at his desk to ponder over ways to get Samantha to talk to him. After much thought, he finally figured out a way for her to at least listen to his words. Though it was a bit childish and a bit of a long shot, it was worth a try. He literally had nothing to lose. Without her in his life already was a living nightmare. Pulling out a sheet of paper, he collected his thoughts and prepared to put his feelings into words on paper.

Siri,

Please don't be angry with Caroline. But I had to find a way for you to hear me out. I can't begin to describe how hard it's been on me to not be around you. But I've dealt with it because it's what you want. And Samantha I want you to know that I will do anything for you. No matter what it is, I would do it. For you. It's taking me a long time to realize just how selfish of a person I was. More towards you than anyone else. I'm so sorry for the way I've acted. It was a fucked up way to treat someone you love. I've learned from my mistakes. Since we are going home today, I was hoping that we could work on getting back to our friendship. It would be the perfect time, to get back to how things used to be. Please just consider this Samantha. I will give you space, or anything else that you require. If you are reading this, know that I love you. That will never change.

Curly

He felt foolish for resorting to writing letters as if they were in middle school. But that wouldn't stop him from giving it to Caroline, so she could pass it on to Samantha. Hopefully over the course of the long drive she will think things through and allow him the opportunity to ease his way back into her heart. Pulling out his phone. He dialed Caroline.

"Hello." 

"Hey Caroline its Ian.

There was a pause over the line.

"I know that I am the last person you want to talk to. But I wanted to ask for a favor." He stated. After a lengthy silence.

"Ian never put words in my mouth. I never said I didn't want to talk to you, cause if I didn't you would know it." She paused for an effect. "What kind of favor do you need?" She asked curiously.

Ian hesitated for a second before he pushed forward. "I'm trying to get Samantha to open up towards me. I've tried to get her to talk to me, but it hasn't been working..."

"So, you want me to use my position as one of her best friends to persuade her too." Caroline cut in.

Ian was silent with guilt. "I wrote a letter. If you could give it to her I would really appreciate it." 

He waited for the joke that was sure to come, from his admission. However Caroline shocked him.

"Okay."

"You'll do it?" he questioned.

Caroline let out a deep sigh. "Ian I said I will give it to her. But let me tell you this. I'm not going to feed her any bullshit. I won't boost you up, just so she will believe that you've got your shit together."

"Because I know you still have your issues. Samantha has a few of her own. So my point is that I love Samantha and I want her to be happy. Don' screw this up. If you do, then you don't deserve her and you're on your own."

"I understand."

"Alright, just give it to me tomorrow and I'll get it to her." She hung up.

Ian smiled smugly. The odds were more in his favor than he realized. He thought that Caroline hated him, just as much as Samantha did. Well since she was on his team instead of Calvin, he decided he wouldn't look the gift horse in the mouth.

Night came and went. Ian found himself waking up eagerly. Rushing to his bathroom he hurriedly showered. He then brushed his perfectly even white teeth, and trimmed the light blonde stubble adoring his strong jaw. Afterwards he tried to tame his thick unruly curls. They'd grown longer since the beginning of the month. The once vivid cobalt blue streaks, were now fading into a cotton candy blue. Now falling almost to his chin. After trying numerous times, he was unsuccessful with getting all of the tangles out, so he chose to don his navy blue beany. To match his grey/ with blue sleeves raglan shirt. Paired with a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, that weren't too tight, but formed to his long limbs perfectly. Lastly he chose to wear his matching navy blue/grey vans. 

He assessed himself once more. A bit self-conscious about what Samantha might think about his attire. The entire goal, was for her to take notice and acknowledge the attraction between them. He checked for any lint, then threw on his silver chain he always wore around his neck, along with his Rolex and leather wrist band. Spraying a bit of cologne at the base of his throat, he then shut off everything and walked into his bedroom. A knocked sounded at his door, he knew it was mike.

"Come on in."

Michael walked in dressed in a causal pair of jeans, a thick hoodie with a thick black hoodless jacket, and a pair of thick sole boots.

"You ready, bro?" 

Ian nodded, throwing a few last minute items into his small backpack. 

"Cool, I loaded my things in the car already." He checked his watch. "We're meeting the girls at Samantha's right?"

"Yeah." Ian replied putting on his heavy ash grey cardigan. 

"Do you need help carrying your stuff downstairs?" Michael asked. Ian had a medium sized suit case bulging with clothes. On the bed was a large duffle bag. "Do you plan on moving back home?" he joked.

"Har har. You're so funny. Let's get going jackass." Ian smoothly slipped the letter for Samantha in to his back pocket. A wave of anxiousness passed throughout his stomach. He couldn't wait to see his sunshine. 

***

Samantha sipped on her warm mug of coffee contently as she watched re-runs of Bones. The sight of Seely booth early in the am, was a perfect way to start the day off right. Caroline was in the next room, getting ready for the day ahead. The night before, she had arrived with her luggage and spent the night. Her bags sat at the door alongside her own. Already prepared and ready to hit the road once the guys arrived. Hopefully they would be on the road before 8. Her focus was centered directly at the interesting drama before her, when Caroline finally walked in dressed in a white volcom stone jacket, with fur around the hood; her attention was drawn to her bright red skinnies.

"You look cute Miss Thang." 

Caroline grinned and fluffed out the back of her short bob as she posed. "Thanks, babe." She flopped her ample behind down on the couch beside Samantha. "Speaking of looking cute, look at you! Girl you're glowing." 

Samantha looked down at her long black sweater that touched mid-thigh; her legs were clad in fairisle patterned knit tights, matched with a pair of jet black boots. Shaking her head she turned her attention back towards the television. 

"Don't try to ignore me, Sam." Caroline playfully grabbed for Samantha and wrapped her arms around her neck. She kissed her cheek, as Samantha giggled. 

"Uh-uh, Carol!" She giggled again. And finally got out of Caroline's hold. She wiped the moist spot from Caroline's kisses off her cheek.

Caroline stuck her tongue out at her. Samantha grimaced and turned away, as a knock sounded at the door. She unfolded her legs from the couch and walked to the door. Standing on tippy toes she peeked out the peephole before she unlatched the lock. Opening the door to two living, breathing, Adonis. Taking up her entire front entrance.

"Morning Sam. Come here let me look you over." Michael grabbed her and hugged her. He pulled back and made a big fuss with checking her over for bruises.

"I'm okay Mike." Samantha pulled away with laughter in her voice. 

Michael reached for her once again, and Samantha playfully jerked away and bumped in to Ian's solid chest.

"Oh sorry." She quickly apologized and stepped away but not before feeling his strong hand caress her arm sensually.

Samantha didn't want to dwell on how amazing it had felt to feel him so close. It surprised and scared the hell out of her; all at once.

"Well we should get your things to the car."

Samantha awkwardly fiddled with her hands. "Would you like something to drink? Or eat?" she offered both men not wanting to be rude.

"Sure." Michael answered for them both.

"Alright well, I made toast, bacon, and sausage. There's still coffee in the pot also."

They smiled gratefully and walked into the kitchen followed by Caroline. As everyone walked away, Samantha quickly wiped at her forehead with clammy hands. Grateful that no one had seem to notice her state of unease. Walking throughout the living room she made sure everything was in place and turned off. Ending in her bedroom she put on her favorite pea coat; a gift from her mother last Christmas. After that she re-brushed her teeth and freshened up her lip-gloss, for reasons unknown. Though she hated it; she couldn't deny the sexual awareness that buzzed through her body. 

Ian looked so good. I love when he wears that hipster skaterboi loo─. Samantha stopped the thought as soon as she realized what she was thinking.

Putting her hands up, she ran it through her impeccable blow out and tousled the strands in a hazard disarray. "Ughh... How am I going to get through this trip in one piece of mind?" She asked herself.

After almost 5 minutes she went to the kitchen to see what they were doing. There she found a pleasurable sight. All of her friends were chowing down on her food, and laughing as Ian spit dumb jokes.

"Why did Eve bite the forbidden apple?"

"Why?" Caroline cracked; tears came from her eyes, as she laughed. 

Ian chuckled and then sobered. "Because it tasted better than Adams banana." 

Everyone burst with laughter. Surprisingly any unease Samantha once felt suddenly disappeared, at the sound of his laughter. She locked eyes with him, and found herself offering a genuine smile, his way. Ian smiled back and felt like doing a gitty two step.

"Why are men like coffee?" Caroline blurted. 

Both women began to laugh, as the guys shrugged their shoulders with an amused/confused look. 

"The best ones are rich, hot, and can keep you up all night!" Both women stated in unison. They eyed each other and laugh openly. Michael, and Ian chuckled and shook their heads.

"Women." They stated.

Everyone laughed at the way they continued to say things as one. The mood was airy and charged with happiness. After finishing their simple meal, Samantha gathered all the plates and quickly washed them. Afterwards they each stood at the door.

"Did you get the locks changed?" Ian asked suddenly.

Surprised Samantha answered with a nod of her head. Somehow with that question a bit of the previous tension eased it's was back into her body. The memory of the party, the fight, the anger; it centered on him.

"That's good to hear. Had to make sure that your place was locked up safely."

Samantha warmed a little. "Thanks for the concern. I asked Mrs. Caitlyn next door to watch my apartment. "

The exited her apartment and headed towards the elevators. Once at the car, Michael loaded her things inside of his brand new Jeep wrangler. Samantha felt all too happy to jump into the front passenger seat and inspect the beautiful interior.

So much better than my old beat up Camry. She thought.

While she was inside of the truck Ian stood beside Caroline at his Camaro. 

"I got her to smile at me finally. Did you see her?" He asked her. Excitement alive in his voice.

Caroline smiled and nodded her head. "Yeah I saw her. You of all people should know that she can't hold a grudge against someone she loves."

Ian shrugged. "It's hard to think of such things when you're experiencing it firsthand."

"True. So you got the letter?"

"Yeah." He reached into his back pocket and slipped the slip of paper into her hands." 

Caroline glanced down at her hand and looked back up at him. "Do you want me to give it to her now? Or when we stop?" 

Ian looked at her puzzled. 

"I'm riding with you aren't I?" She pointed out.

Realization dawned on him. "OH." He glanced over her shoulder to see Michael loading the jeep with the last suit case. "Mike?" 

At the calling of his name Michael's head peaked around the car at him. Ian waved him over. Closing the truck Michael strolled over to them.

"What's up?" 

"Do you mind if Samantha drives the jeep?"

Michael appeared shocked. "Why, I thought she was going to ride with me while you had Caroline over here."

"Dude I need for Caroline to be with Samantha." Ian stated frantically.

Michael was silent for a moment. "Alright." 

Then he turned and walked back to the jeep.

Ian got inside of his car and cranked up the heat, and stereo. Waiting for Michael to come back.

At the Jeep Michael opened the door to the passenger side and tossed Samantha the keys. At her puzzled expression he explained how she would drive halfway and then switch with Caroline.

"Okay." She slipped out and walked to the other side.

She buckled up and started the car. Flipping through the radio stations to occupy her mind.

Why the hell would he slip notes to Caroline? She wondered. Her heart felt as if it was being crumbled up in to pieces.

Caroline waltz over to the jeep with a smile on her face.

"Ready?" She asked enthusiastically. 

Samantha nodded silently. Not Caroline too.

Pulling off she focused on the road. No longer thinking of anything but their destination. She refused to look back.

***

After almost 5 hours of nothing but driving Samantha pulled over at a rest stop she spotted off the side of the high way. When the car stopped, Carolina woke up from her nap with a stretch. Samantha glanced at her before she opened the door and silently got out. Out of her peripheral she noticed Ian and Michael getting out of the car also. She continued to the restrooms. After finishing up she walked back to the car, Caroline had switched sides. Now behind the wheel, she munched on a bag of chips lazily.

"Want some?" She asked.

Samantha cut her eyes at Caroline. "No." She stated curtly. 

Caroline ceased her crunching and looked at Samantha questionably.

"What is your problem?

Samantha looked out of the passenger window. She didn't want to get into this with her but she desperately had to know. "Are you and Ian seeing each other?" 

"Wh-what? Carolina said utterly shocked.

"Are you and Ian seeing each other? I saw him give you a letter."

To Samantha's dismay, Caroline began to laugh openly and loud. Her anger mounted and she found herself about to unleash a tyrant of un-lady like words. "Excuse me if I don't find shit funny about, my best friend fucking the guy I-"

Caroline's laughter died, and she grimaced at Samantha. "The fact that you could even think of me doing something like that proves to me that you don't trust me." She shook her head sadly. "That hurt's Samantha. How you could ever think of me like that is just crazy. I would never do you like that. You're like a sister to me..." Her voice died off. Carolina's normally jovial, loud, carefree personality now appeared anything but. 

Reaching into the backseat, Carolina brought her purse into her lap. Reaching inside she pulled out an envelope. When she held it out towards her Samantha couldn't help but see her name scribbled out in beautiful elegant writing. The writing was unmistakably Ian's. In that instant Samantha realized her mistake. She turned to Caroline, but she was already exiting the car again. Samantha grabbed for the door and tried to follow as Caroline headed towards the bathrooms.




The Winter of Temptation Ch. 07



As she passed the building housing the vending machines, Ian got a glimpse of her walking by in a rush. He looked over at Michael who had his back towards the door. Shaking the machine, trying to force his stuck candy bar to fall. When it finally did he smiled in triumph. 

"I wanted to really thank you for what you did for me back their Mike." 

Michael slowly chewed his candy. "What do you mean?" 

Ian smiled. "For putting your brand new jeep in the hands of the girls. For me." 

Michael finally realized what he was talking about, and then shrugged. "Sam is like my little sister. I know I can trust her." 

Ian nodded.

"Speaking of Sam, where is she and Caroline?"

"I'm pretty sure I just saw Samantha fly by. So I guess they are at the bathroom." 

"Oh, you think she gave Sam the letter yet?"

Ian shrugged, hiding the fear he felt creeping up his spine. It bothered him, how much control Samantha had over him. He was a manly man and the fact that just the thought of her laughing at him and his childish attempts for attention, fucked with him badly.

"Dude, you looked worried. You shouldn't be. I know for a fact that Sam will become your woman. Hell your wife one day."

Ian felt his heart literally lift at his words. "Your right." 

***

Samantha stood beside Caroline at the sink and felt her heart crumble once more at the hurt expression crossing her face.

"Caroline, it was wrong and dumb of me to ever think of you doing something like that." Caroline didn't acknowledge her words. "Please forgive me Carol." 

"I didn't know what to think. All I could think about was Ian and his ways. I was wrong." 

Caroline slowly turned around to face Samantha. "Apology accepted. But Samantha you have to get yourself together. I'm letting what you said slide because you found out that someone you called a friend turned out to be bat shit crazy bitch." 

Samantha rushed to her for a hug. But stopped short when Caroline brought her hand up. "Never do that shit again Samantha." 

Samantha's eyes where down casted, when she felt a pair of Smooth arms wrap around her shoulders. She basked in the loving embrace, and held on tight. 

"I'm so so-rry." She cried. 

"I know Sam." Caroline pulled back and wiped her tears away with the pad of her thumbs.

"Gotta make sure your makeup is on point." 

"Why?" 

"Because your man will be watching."

"Carol, Ian is not my man."

Caroline's made a face as if to say 'Stop lying.' "Girl with the way you were just acting, there's no reason for you to even try to lie."

Samantha's mouth clamped shut. For she had a point. Though she constantly made it a point to point out her un-involvement with Ian. Her actions spoke louder than words, people could clearly see what she was afraid too.

"Come on, boo. Let's get going" They walked out of the bathroom arm in arm. 

As they walked out and passed the vendor's building. Samantha saw Ian and Michael deep in conversation. Caroline steered her towards the door, and as they walked in both men went quiet. Ian glanced at her cautiously, then turned away. But his eyes flew back to her and he moved across the floor to stand in front of her.

"What's wrong?" He gripped her face in his hand and caressed her cheeks.

"Nothing I'm fine Curly." Samantha replied unconsciously calling him by the little pet name.

Their eyes locked and he felt a jolt course through his body. Without taking his eyes away from her, Ian moved in and brushed his lips against hers. He brushed them twice more, before he planted them firmly against hers. Leisurely allowing his lips to caress hers sweetly; sucking on her succulent bottom lip.

Caroline and Michael exchanged knowing looks at each other, before both cleared their throats. 

Samantha jolted at the sound, and realized what she had been doing. Jumping back, her hand came up to rest over her lips. She nervously looked at her friends, and then back at Ian before she turned and walked out of the building. Ian drew his lower lip into his mouth, and squeezed his closed fist. In agony from the hardness in his pants. He discreetly adjusted himself; then turned around. 

"Dude when I told you to work on her defense and get her to understand how you felt, I didn't think you would start so soon."

Ian didn't feel at all bothered by what had taken place. "It just happen. I saw her red rimmed eyes I just went to her."
"Well adjust yourself a bit more; then come on lover boy." Caroline walked towards the door. "We have to get back on the road."

Michael laughed and clapped." Keys." Ian tossed the keys to Michael, and followed him outside

***

As Caroline got inside Samantha rested her head against the head rest. When she cranked the car up, Samantha finally managed to open her eyes. "What am I going to do?" 

Caroline looked out of the rear view mirror and saw that the guys were ready to pull out.

"Honey I wish I could tell you. But that is something your going to have to figure out on your own." She pulled out and merged into the light traffic. "Should I let them lead?" 

She looked over at Samantha. 

"I think you will be okay. I set the GPS for you. But if you feel more comfortable following them than that's cool." 

Caroline visibly relaxed in her seat. They rode in silence for a couple of minutes, with top 20 hit's playing in the background. 

"Did you read the note?" 

Samantha shook her head before she realized Caroline wasn't looking. 

"No I haven't got around to reading it yet but I will." 

"Mmmh hmm." 

"I will. Right now I just want to get home to my mama, and daddy."

"Tell me about them." Caroline said, jumping subjects.

Samantha smiled to herself. "Belinda Wilson is one woman that is amazing. She's smart, funny, talented, and someone you can't get over on. She'll call you out on your shit in a heartbeat. But will also be there for you to lean on if you were to ever need her. She's just an awesome woman. That's why my dad married her."

"But daddy is a hardworking man. He can sometimes seem a little hard around the edges, and a bit standoffish. Yet that façade always seems to fall away whenever my mama's around. They are two peas in a pot."

"Aww you can tell you love them." 

"I do." She shifted in her seat to look over at Caroline. "What about you, Carol."

Caroline waved her hand, and shook her head. "Nah, I'll pass. I would much rather talk about that heady kiss you and lover boy shared."

Samantha groaned, and tilted her head back against the headrest. "Carol, why must you always bring Ian up?"

"Well because this entire situation is like something you would watch on a drama filled soap opera. An you know how much I love soap operas."

"You are something else. I'm going to take a nap wake me up when we get there."

***

The feeling of arms wrapping around her woke her up from a serene nap. As she opened her eyes, a pair of tropical sea blue eyes stared into hers. She stared up at him silently. His mouth was moving but she couldn't comprehend a thing he said. Her attention was so taking with the sight of his male beauty. He shook her a bit. Sound began to filter into her.

"Samantha?"

"Wha- huh?"

"You were talking in your sleep." His face was a mixture of confusion and curiosity. "You were calling for me." 

Samantha tried to sit up in her seat but Ian had not let her go. Her hand came to rest on Ian's forearms as she looked around for Michael and Caroline. Who happened to be unloading the jeep at that moment. 

'How long have we been here?' Samantha wondered. She didn't feel the car stop. 'How did Ian continue to appear, and ask if everything's alright.'

"Uh Ian?" He looked down at her questionably. "I'm awake now." She stated. 

He gave her a coy grin. "I know."

Samantha swallowed audibly.

"Hey do you think you guys can speed up with the love bird chatter, and come help with this luggage." Michael asked.

Ian kissed her forehead and then let her go. Walking to the back of the car he grabbed all of her bags in one strop grip. She felt her mouth begin to salivate at the display of his thick firm Biceps and Triceps. Shaking her head to rid herself of thoughts of yearning; she got out of the truck and grabbed her purse. 

When she turned around she realized that she wasn't in her yard. Instead she was standing in the driveway of Ian's home. And her home, and place of sanctuary was down the street. 

'Wha-.Why did he take my things in to his house.'

Rolling her shoulders to ease the tension. Samantha marched up the porch and into the house. Immediately a feeling of warmness, and affection consumed her.

"There she is. Buttercup come here girl." Jacob pulled her into his arms and rocked her from side to side. 

She held on tight and smiled contently at the fondness in which he said her pet name he'd given.

"Hey, papa Jac." He pulled back and she went over to Lauren.

"Hey, ma." She hugged her tightly. Having missed the woman she had come to consider her second mother. She had been there for her just as much, and she loved her dearly. She loved them both.

Lauren pulled away and assessed her thoughtfully. "Buttercup, you look so beautiful. Honey your vibrate." 

"Ma, your exaggerating." She giggled. Then reached for Caroline's hand. "Have you been introduced to my best friend Caroline?"

Lauren nodded and smiled. "Yeah, Ian did the honors." The taller woman pulled both girls hand. "You gal's come with me. Let the men get the luggage."

At the mention of luggage Samantha remembered her previous thoughts before being sidetracked.

"Oh, Ma I'm not planning on staying here. I promised my mama, I would be staying at the house." Samantha rushed to explain. Glancing over her shoulder at Ian, for some reason. He in turn stared at her crestfallen.

"Oh okay. What about Caroline here?" Lauren looked over at Caroline. "There's more than enough room, here if you wanna stay."

"That's okay, I'll just stay with Sam."

Lauren smiled and turned to the boys. "Take their bags back to the car."

Michael and Ian groaned, as Jacob laughed. 

Lauren proceed to walk into the large living room. Decorated in yellow, beige, and browns. As soon as you walk in your attention is drawn towards a large stone fireplace that reached the ceiling. Samantha had plenty of fond memories of her, Ian, and his parents making s'mores or huddle around the flat screen; watching movies. The screen displayed 'The young and The Restless,' at that moment. Lauren took a seat behind a small glass top desk that she had facing the television. 

As she and Caroline took a seat on the soft beige remote recline sofa. Carolina was completely taken by the drama on the screen, while Samantha reminiscence about the things they had done. The golden yellow walls were covered with family photos of Ian's family, and even a few of her when she tagged along for one of their family trips.

"How have you been Buttercup? Have you been keeping my baby boy out of trouble?" 

Samantha's attention turned back to Lauren, as Caroline cackled in the background. Lauren put her work aside and gave all of her attention to Samantha.

"Well you know Ian. The boy's middle name is trouble. I have no control over his actions." 

Lauren laughed. "You got a point. It was always hard to keep that boy out of trouble. And he always found a way to drag you in to his little terrible antics." She laughed to herself.

"Well I see the little look on your face. Plus the glower of new love on you." She grinned.

"There's no one ma." Samantha said, a little too quickly.

"Uh huh, you are not being truthful. Caroline?" Lauren put Caroline on the spot, it was obviously obvious. "Who is my darling little Buttercup here smitten with?" 

Caroline glanced at Samantha's face, and then backed to Lauren.

"Uh, well she has been seeing this guy."

Lauren clapped her hands together happily. "What's this young man's name?" She move to get up; coming around the desk she sat down right in the middle of Samantha and Caroline. With her back to Samantha she gave her attention to Caroline as she waited for an answer. Samantha franticly shook her head; no. Caroline glanced at her and then turned back to Lauren.

"His name is Calvin." Caroline told the little white lie, smoothly. Though she didn't like the sound of it as it left her mouth.

Samantha breathed a little easier, for a second she thought that Caroline was going to tell Ian's mother about them. That couldn't happen. 

There wasn't a reason too right? Her thoughts began to jumble up.

"Oh wow do you have a picture of this lucky young man?" Lauren insistently asked. 

Samantha thought quickly, and remembered that she did have a picture of her, and Calvin from the week that they had spent together. Pulling out her phone she went to the photo, and held it out for Ian's mother to see. As she looked on Lauren let out a little gasp, and her eyes widen.

"He's so handsome. Where did you meet?" 

"Well I was attending a luncheon and he just happened to be there." Samantha felt the dryness in her throat. "Ma, can I grab a glass of water?"

"You know that you don't have to ask. This home is just as much as yours as it is mine."

Samantha got up to head towards the kitchen. "Oh can you tell Ian that his mama wants some quality time as well. You know where they will be." Samantha laughed knowing it would be a struggle pulling Ian away from that den. She walked down the familiar hall, straight towards the kitchen. Opening the fridge she peeked around before grabbing a couple of grapes, and a 2 bottles of water. Then she went on the hunt for the three stooges. She found them easily, all of them engrossed in a game of hockey. As she walked in no one paid her any attention; for someone happened to be gearing up for a shot. She found out this player was Ian, when he shot up out of his seat at that moment, and mimicked WWE's Dolph Ziggler's show off move; as the player made a goal.

Samantha snickered. He had the hip move down packed, and it was incredibly sexy. Ian turned to her smiling. He motioned or her to come over and she shook her head still grinning. When the game paused and everyone eyed her, she had no other choice but to walk over. Ian pulled her down next to him, and stole one of her grapes; popping the fruity morsel into his mouth before turning back to the screen. She couldn't help but look at the prominent curve of his strong jaw, and the curve of his pleasurable mouth.

'Get a grip girl, you can't look at him like that.'

Yet look she did. She couldn't help but begin to open up and relax around him, after seeing how much he was trying. His attitude was completely different from the way it had been for the last few weeks. It felt as if things were suddenly back to the way they were before all of the drama. She felt immense happiness, but also a bit weary.

'What if it's all an act? How can I truly know if my old Curly is back?' Samantha nibbled her lip as she thought about all of these things. Not realizing two things, 1: That she had unconsciously labeled Ian as hers, and 2: That she was supposed to be relaying a message.

Ian reached over and snagged two more grapes. She playfully shoved him, and he chuckled. 

"Boy pass the ball. While you over there passing love taps, you leaving yourself all open." Jacob chided.

Samantha felt guilty, and embarrassed. Jacob had been observing the complete exchange. Samantha chanced a glance at him, but his soft blue gaze was focused on the video game. Michael broke out in a laughter as he swiped the ball from Ian, and made a goal.

"Ian!" Lauren shouted from the living room. 

"Oh crap I totally forgot. I was supposed to tell you that ma wanted to see you."

Ian looked down at her, before getting up. He handed her the remote. "I'll be back."

Samantha looked down at the remote with dread. 'I hate soccer.'

***

"What's up mama?"

Ian sauntered into the living room, and jumped over the back of the couch; landing in a slouch position, with his arm resting on the back of the sofa.

"Do I need a reason to have my son come spend a little time with his mama?"

Ian laughed as she tried to pull the guilt card. "Never." He pulled her into a tight embrace and kissed her on the cheek. "What you been up to mama? I see that you and dad both decided to take a day off."

Lauren hugged him back and pulled away. "Well your dad, is on call. I decided to work from home today. I wanted to be home to welcome you, Buttercup and your friends."

"How is things going at the antique shop?"

"It's doing amazing, baby. I love being around all of those pieces of history, more than I like cataloging it." She made a hand gesture towards all of the paperwork littering her work area. 

"May I use your restroom?" Caroline cut in.

"Yes darling, there's one right down the hall to your left."

Turning back towards Ian, she cupped his cheeks and beamed up at him. "I just want to say how proud I am of you Ian." Her eyes watered. "I'm so happy for you, sweetie."

"Aw, mama." His arms found their way around her again.

She sobbed happy tears into his chest for a moment, before she pulled back. Grabbing a Kleenex from the coffee table; she dabbed at her tears, offering a watery smile. 

"I remember a time when it was you crying into my chest, instead of the other way around." He laughed. "Well you're truly a man now. Your not my baby Mitchell anymore."

Ian groaned. "Mama, you haven't called me that in a while."

Lauren cut her eyes at him. "Well if you were to come home more often then-"

"Mama we've been through this."

"Argh. I know, I know." She sniffled. "Well I just wish you would at least bring home a special little lady one of this days."

Ian bristled. His stoic expression gave away nothing.

She impishly grinned. "For a second I thought you were with Caroline. I was so thrilled but, then you introduced her as just a friend." Her face revealed displeasure. 

Ian shook his head. "We're strictly friends." 'Samantha would have my ass on a platter.' He thought with a smile.

"Do you not have your eye on any young lady? I do wanna be a grandma ya know." 

"Whoa, mama! I haven't even graduated yet, and yet your talking as if you want me to start a little league."
'Oh, she's really cranking up the pressure.' he laughed. 'If she only knew.'

The moment he got Samantha to stop fighting their love, their parents would be the first people they tell. He preferred for that to happen sooner rather than later. He just had to continue to have day's like this, were she did nothing but smile and laugh. Far away from that asshole, Calvin, he could definitely work on proving himself worthy of her with no interruptions. The thought was very sobering. He needed to really think of ways to really woe her, like she deserved.

"Ian? Did you hear me?"

Ian broke his train of thoughts to look at his mother, he hadn't realized that he'd completely tuned her out. "Nah. I'm sorry I had something on my mind. What did you say?"

"I was just saying that, if Buttercup can find a special man, then you can find a special young lady to bring home to meet your paren-"

Ian ignored everything else his mother said; after hearing 'Buttercups special man.' 

'What was she talking about?'

"Mama? Whatcha talking about?"

"I'm talking about the little handsome fella she showed me. I think she said his name was Calvin. Yeah that's his name." Lauren look thoughtful. "They make a beautiful couple. Their babies would be absolutely gorgeous. Don't ya think?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

Ian was outraged. How could Samantha tell his mother these things? About him. For god's sakes, she has only known this man for a matter of weeks. Now his mother was damn near ready to plan her wedding to the prick. It was beyond his understanding. 




The Winter of Temptation Ch. 07



'Hasn't she read my letter? Doesn't she understand how much I want this? Her? Us?'

Ian mumbled some excuse to his mother to get away and think. He walked out of the living room, down the hall and into the pool room. The indoor pool had been built for him as a gift when he turned 10. His mother called him her 'water baby,' because that was his passion. No one seemed to understand the reason behind his infatuation with a body of water. For when he threw himself into the water, all of his worry and stress where gone. Instead all he felt was freedom, the weightlessness in his limbs. It was just liberating. He wanted to experience that feeling more than anything at that moment. Running his hands over his face, he tried to rein in his temper. 

'I don't understand. Why doesn't she see? I'm the man that loves her. I'm the one that she should talk about to my mother. ME!' 

Ian blindly struck out; hitting the dense wall. It cracked a bit, and small paint chips fell to the floor.

'Fuck, mama is going to kill me for that.' He resigned himself for the long scowling lecture he would receive. Then to the fact that she would be sending him out to the hardware store so he could fix the damage.

"Before I do anything else. I first need to have a long conversation with a certain someone." Marching out of the pool room, he headed straight for the den. 



The Winter of Temptation Ch. 08



Ian walked into the den, to see his father. He cleared his throat, and all eyes traveled to him. Samantha looked at him, with excitement. Enjoying the bonding she was experiencing with Jacob, and Michael. He smiled back at her, enjoying the twinkle in her eyes. Because of his perfect timing, the game they were involved in was nearing an end. He patiently leaned against the back of the couch, and waited. By the end, Michael wore a frown, as Jacob and Samantha teased him ruthlessly. 

"Impossible. I call a rematch." Michael playfully glared at Samantha. "You said you were new to this." 

Samantha stuck her tongue out. "Beginners luck." She threw a pillow at his head, laughing as it connected directly with his face. 

Ian turned to his dad. "Dad, I have to talk to you about something." 

Jacob looked at his son with concern. "What is it son?" 

Ian glanced over at Samantha, to see if she was listening. "I have to talk about something that is important to me. I need your advice, and guidance." 

Jacob eyes traveled to Samantha, then back to Ian. "Alright." He got up from his seat, walked over to Samantha, and kissed her forehead. 

"I'll see you in a bit, buttercup. I have business to conduct. As for you..." Jacob smirked at Michael. "You're on for that rematch, just as soon as I get the opportunity." 

Jacob headed to his office, as Ian followed close behind. Once behind the closed-door, Jacob took a seat behind his desk, to eye his son. 

"What's on your mind?" 

Ian sat facing his dad. Bouncing his leg from nervousness, he fumbled to put words together. Fearing the reaction he may receive from his father at the news, he needed to share. The possibility that his parents were going to be disappointed in him, was very real. 

"I don't know where to start." He mumbled after sometime. 

Jacob's expression remained the same, as he continued to wait for Ian to open up. 

"I have a problem." He started. "With my anger." 

Jacob processed what he said, and slowly nodded. 

"You acknowledge the fact that you have an anger problem?" Jacob asked. He wrote something down on a notepad, completely in his psychologist state of mind. 

"Yes." 

"Where does your anger stem from? Do you know?" 

Ian thought about the question, as he wiped his sweaty palms against his pants. "Samantha." 

At this Jacob's eyebrow went up, but he remained silent hoping Ian would elaborate. 

"I experience most of my anger, where Samantha is involved." 

"Why is that?" 

Ian rubbed his temple, and closed his eyes. "Because I love her." 

"You are angry because you love her?" Jacob attempted to hide the skepticism in his voice. 

"No. I don't just love her." Ian looked his dad in the eyes. "I'm in love with her dad." 

Jacob looked at Ian closely, gauging the truthfulness of his words. The surprise passed fairly quickly, considering he had often thought of the two younglings of being a beautiful couple. With the amount of time they spent together, and how close they were; he was surprised it hadn't happen a lot sooner. He hid the smile surfacing, since Ian was still plagued by something on his mind. 

"This makes you angry? Because...?" 

"I feel as if I've screwed up badly, and lost my chances with her." Jacob noticed the tick in his sons jaw, as he said this. "She's seeing a new guy, and it's killing me." 

"So you feel angry over the fact that she isn't returning the feelings you have." 

"No! That's the thing dad. She is in love with me!" Ian voice rose with every syllable. 

Jacob eyebrows rose once again. "She's with someone else. Yet she's in love with you." Jacob wrote something down, as he wrote he continued to question Ian. "You stated that you feel as if you've screwed things up with her. Do you think this is the reason she has chosen to date someone else despite her love for you?" 

Ian thought about his reply, for a long moment. "I think I am partly the reason. " 

"Care to elaborate?" 

Nodding, his face turned down in a grimace. "Because of all the girls that I've been with. I've treated them all bad. But not only that." Leaning forward in his seat, Ian rested his elbows on his knee, his steepled fingers, were placed at his lips. His steady gaze connected with those, of his fathers. "I was controlling. I never wanted her to be away from me. I was always afraid I would lose her. " 

"How long have you felt this way?" 

"Afraid of losing her? From the moment, I realized her maturing body, and how other guys took notice." He thought about the time that occurred. "I would say... roughly around the end of our junior year in high school." 

"Is this the first time you've ever admitted these emotions aloud?" 

"Yes." 

"Hmm." Jacob laid his pen down, and laced his fingers. "You stated that you were controlling. With her? Let me ask you this... have you ever lost your temper, and took it out on her?" 

Ian nodded. 

"Do you wish to talk about that?" 

"I sheltered her from guys at school. I always made sure she was at my side. I let it be known at school to everyone, that she was off limits. I realize now how wrong I was for that. I was such an asshole." He swallowed roughly. "After she started talking to this Calvin guy, I was filled with rage, and jealously. I thought that no one could come in and take her away from me. I was stupid and selfish. I demanded that she stop seeing this guy, and we got in this huge argument. I had a couple of drinks before, so I wasn't thinking straight when I went at her." 

"Went at her how?" 

"She told me to leave, but I didn't. Instead, I followed her in to the bathroom. Where I came on to her. I took her, out of anger. Without much thought to the consequences I never used protection. Now she is more angry and confused than before. I took advantage of her, and I can't fix it. I don't know how." 

Jacob Queen, was at a lost for words. He couldn't believe the things that he just heard. Never had he ever thought his son would be capable of something such as this. He couldn't comprehend how he could hurt Samantha. Anger swelled inside of him, yet disappointment won out. 

"Ian, what were you thinking? I never would have thought you could do something like this." Jacob's face turned beet red. "You were supposed to protect and look out for Samantha." 

Ian hung his head in defeat. Knowing he deserved everything his father thought of him now. "I screwed up dad!" He felt his eyes begin to sting. "I fucked up everything, because I was afraid of losing her. Now I' m losing her anyway." 

Jacob being the professional that he is, was struck stupid by this situation. He didn't know where to begin. "Ian, I'm very disappointed. All of this could have been avoided. You can always come to me Ian when you need help." 

"I know. That's why I'm here now." 

Jacob cleared his throat. "That's right." He gave a quick nod. "That's what matters now. To figure this out I have to sit down and talk to Samantha." 

Feeling completely broken, Ian stood up from his sit. Before he could walk out Jacob stopped him. 

"One more thing. Give Samantha space. No matter how hard it is to do so, do it." Jacob also stood up behind his desk. "You shouldn't confuse her more. Let her think about things. If you don't, then you will lose her. Is that what you want?" 

Ian knew that his dad knew the answer, yet he asked anyway to run the point home. 

"I couldn't live without her." 

Jacob shoved his hands deep into his slacks. "Then do as I say. No pressuring. No intimacy, what's so ever." His voice was stern. "I'll have a talk with your mom. Later we all will sit and talk." 

Ian silently walked out. 

*** 

Samantha munched on the bowl of chips sitting on the coffee table. Listening intently as Lauren talked about all of the Christmas shopping she'd planned. 

"Grandma will be here for Christmas as well. She's very excited to see you." 

Samantha smiled. "That's awesome. I was thinking on Christmas day we all get together for a big dinner." 

"That's a brilliant idea. Belinda, your dad, and whoever else that wants to come will be welcomed. That way we will truly have time to catch up." 

"I'm pretty sure they will be on board with that plan." 

"Belinda and I have been planning a function for the children's center this year. We have hundreds of gifts and essentials for children in need. We're also going to organize a dinner for the homeless. So we wanted to ask if you guys could help out." Lauren asked. 

Samantha answered immediately. 

"Of course, ma." 

"No problem Mrs. Queen. I would love to help." Caroline added. 

"Glad to hear. I'm going to need you two dress up and hand the presents out to the children." 

"That sounds fun." Caroline said. 

"That's just the beginning. We're going to decorate the entire center for them. Then-" 

"Lauren!" Jacob called. 

Laurens eyes widen before she answered. "In here, baby." 

She looked over her shoulder as Jacob appeared in the doorway. 

Jacob glanced at Samantha before looking at Lauren. "Come with me honey, I have to talk to you." 

Lauren stood with a curious face. She began to walk to him, but paused. Turning around she gave both Samantha and Caroline a tight hug. 

"Don't you dare leave without saying goodbye." 

Samantha nodded her understanding as she watch them walk away. "What was that about?" She wondered out loud. 

Caroline shrugged her shoulders. "You ready to see your parents?" 

"Yeah. We could go ahead and tell Ian to drive us." 

Caroline followed Samantha out of the living room, towards the den. When they walked into den Michael was animatedly talking into his phone, as Ian sat on the couch with one arm thrown over the back with a serious expression on his face. He eyed them as they came in, but kept quiet. Completely different from the way he was before he had a talk with his father. 

'I guess that talk didn't go so well.' Samantha thought. 

"Ian, can you drop us off at my house. I'm ready to get home to a warm bed." 

Ian nodded, as he shifted to rise. "I wish you would stay here." He replied. Forgetting his father's words for a moment. "But I understand you want to spend time with your family. So if you're ready, I'll take you home." 

Michael ended his called with a smile, before he jumped in. "Hey, not so fast." He to stood and walked over to them. "I was thinking we could go out to eat or something." 

Samantha thought on it as she shared a look with Caroline. "Well we could a bit later." 

Caroline grinned. "I would like to go out, experience a bit of the Boston life." She wiggled her eyebrows. 

Michael laughed. "We can pick you guys up in the jeep. You guys can just let us know when you're ready." He let his eyes linger on Caroline for a moment before Ian broke the silence. 

"Well let's get going." He walked out, leaving them to follow behind. 

"Ma! Papa Jac, we're leaving. But I'll probably be back later." Samantha yelled. She rounded the corner to the kitchen looking for Ian's parents. There stood Jacob leaning against the fridge as Lauren rested her hip against the kitchen island. Both look serious, and worried. 

"Papa Jac? Ma?" Samantha called once more. 

Both looked towards her, surprised to see her standing there. Their facial expressions changed with a smile that didn't reach their eyes, like it normally would. 

"Alright, buttercup. We'll see you later." Jacob said. 

Samantha smiled back at them, as she continued to think about how weird they were acting. Yet instead of speaking of the awkwardness, she gave a short wave before heading out the foot door to the jeep. As she figured, Ian was behind the wheel, and both Caroline and Michael were in the backseat. Leaving the front passenger seat empty, and waiting for her. Shaking her head she hopped in, knowing it would only be a short ride down the street to her home. 

*** 

Belinda Wilson hugged her daughter once again. Happy to see her home, with them. 

"Mama." Samantha gasped as she laughed. "I'm glad to know how much I was missed." 

Belinda chuckled as she pulled back, wiping her falling tears. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She took a deep breath to compose herself. "I'm being such a big baby." 

Caroline walked into Samantha's room from across the hall where she was now set up in the guest room. She went over to Samantha's full bed, and plopped down on top of her plush comforter. She silently watched, as mother and daughter interacted. Not able to help the over whelming sense of envy, wishing she had that with her folks. 

"Well, I'm not going to over crowd you, and your friend." Belinda said. "It was nice to meet you again, baby. I'm glad you decided to join my Samantha for Christmas." 

"I'm glad both you, your husband, and Sam welcomed me." Caroline said, feeling grateful. 

Belinda smiled, before walking out the room, closing the door behind her. 

Samantha began to unpack her suitcase, as Caroline studied her. 

"You, and Ian have amazing families" She stated. 

Samantha laughed, and loaded her armoire. "Don't speak to soon. You haven't even met half of them." 

Caroline laid back onto the bed, kicking her shoes off. "So, are you going to read the letter?" She leaned up on her forearms to wait for her reply. 

"I'll do that when I'm alone. That way I'll be able to think, without input from anyone." 

Caroline raised her hands showing she wasn't going to disagree. "I get that. But I will say that, Ian is vulnerable. It's obvious he's really trying to get back to a good place between you guys. I think it's very cute also, with the way he is trying by writing love letters and whatnot." Caroline giggled, as Samantha blushed. "It's adorable, seriously. You know he wants to get in those panties again though." 

Samantha snapped around, face scrunched in a frown. "Not happening. Especially at this time, if ever." She turned her back to Caroline. 

Caroline grinned with a shrug. 

~~~*~~~ 

A while later, Ian pulled up in front of Samantha's house. He went to beep the horn, but thought better of it. Not wanting to come off disrespectful towards Samantha's parents. Her mom loved him, while her dad was more reserved. Always watching him closely when he was around Samantha. Ian knew that Bradly, watched him intently because he wanted to know his motives. It's been that way since he noticed Samantha's maturity, and transition into womanhood. He almost had a feeling Bradly knew exactly, when, how, and why Ian's feelings had begun to evolve for her. But brooding Bradley always kept quiet, as he observed with hawk eyes. Perhaps just waiting for the sleeping giant in him to be awoken. With the recent events between him and Samantha, and the inevitable telling of what happen. That very well may happen sooner rather than later. Ian preferred never. Yet he knew for a fact, when both Bradley, and Belinda found out what he had done with their daughter it would not be a pretty sight. He just hoped that blood wouldn't be spilled, and that they gave him a chance to explain his love for their daughter. On top of that he wanted them to see the dedication he had to make things better, so one day he could make her his wife. 

Heaving a troubled breath, Ian steeled his anxiety, and got out of the car. The snow covered ground crunched under his weight, as he jogged though the light trickle of snow to the front door. He knocked in quick succession before he placed his cold shaking fingers deep into his jeans, waiting for the door to be answered. 

When it came open he was greeted by an equally tall figure with dark intimidating eyes. Ian gave Bradley a quick nod, holding his hand out for a quick firm shake, as he stepped forward into the house. Belinda rounded the corner from the hall at that moment, and her face lit up like a Christmas tree. Whatever she was about to do, forgotten as she came over to embrace him with an infectious smile. Ian could only think of how much Samantha resembled this woman. 

"Ian." She stepped back and ran her eyes over his physique. "Boy, you get bigger every time I see you." 

Ian laughed. "You've said those exact words since I was 15." 

"That's because it's true." 

Footsteps at the top of the stairs could be heard. Everyone turned to look up as Caroline, and Samantha walked down the steps. Samantha glanced at her mom, Ian, and then her father. She smiled and leaped from the last step right into her dad's arm. 

"Hey Daddy! I didn't know you were home." 

Bradley smiled, something rare, that only he did for his girls. It changed his features entirely "I Know, baby. I just got in." He squeezed her close for a second, before he let go. Looking over at Caroline he wondered who she was. 

"Dad, this is my girl Caroline." 

Bradley gave a nod, as he held out his hand. Remembering this was the friend his wife had told him was coming home with Samantha. 

"Hey." Caroline said with a grin. Not at all bothered by the intimidating macho man in front of her. She'd been around much worse. 

"So where are you guys headed?" Belinda questioned. 

"Out for a bit of fun." Ian answered. Pulling his eyes away from Samantha in her tight jean skinnies, all white fur hooded pea coat, and white heeled snow boots. Her hair was freshly pressed and flowing past her shoulders to rest just below her bra clasp, she wore a beanie loosely to protect its beautiful black shine from the fidget weather. 

"Yeah, these two are going to show us a little bit of Boston." 

"Us?" Bradley asked. 

"Ian also brought a friend home for the holidays, why he's not in here I don't know." She looked to Ian. "Where's Michael?" 

Ian had to pull his hungry eyes away from Samantha's luscious lips, as she pulled her lip gloss applicator away. Only then did he realize she had spoken to him. Clearing his throat he looked over to Bradley, and knew instantly the man had caught him ogling Samantha, for his face had transformed into a deep scowl. 'Shit. I should have known better. This dude never misses anything.' He thought. 

"He's waiting in the car. His parents called, and so he's going to have to wait to be introduced." 

"Oh." Samantha said, nodding. "Mom, Dad I'll catch you later. Love you." She pecked Belinda on the cheek, and then went for her fathers. 

Bradley mustered a half smile for his daughter as he kissed her cheek as well. But the entire time his eyes never left those of Ian's. Not willing to be intimidated, Ian gazed right back, eye to eye. Belinda interrupted them by stepping towards her husband. 

"Alright we'll see you when you get back." 

Samantha opened the door and walked out. Ian as well as Caroline waved goodbye as they too headed for the car. Ian hopped into the front seat, as the girls got into the back. After taking off Ian looked at the girls through the rearview mirror. 

"Where do you want to eat?" 

"It doesn't matter to me." Samantha replied. "How about you Carol?" 

Caroline shrugged. 

"Let's hit up Dave and busters." Michael added. 

Samantha and Caroline perked up at the idea. What was better than food, liquor, and games? 

"Dave and Busters it is." Ian got onto I-93 as the girls got into a song on the radio and began to sing along. 

*** 

Everyone laughed, and joked with each of other as they ate. Enjoying the food as well as each other's company. No one felt any pressure or discomfort. 

"I think it's time to hit the games." Caroline said. 

"Yeah. I second that." Michael said as he stood up, stretching out his long limbs. 

Samantha laughed, as she and Ian stood up to follow them towards the games. They automatically went to the ticket winning games, and started the competition on who would get the most tickets. Samantha enjoyed the games were they played as a group. She was in the middle of playing Rambo when Ian walked up to her. 




The Winter of Temptation Ch. 08



"Having fun?" 

Samantha glanced at him quickly, with a smile gracing her lips. 

"Yeah. I'm really enjoying this." She replied. 

Ian's large arms were folded against his chest, as he grinned in returned. His large body leaned against the machine as he observed her gameplay. She glanced at him once more, and noticed that his lips were pursed, and his brow was drawn down into a frown. 

"Sooo..." Samantha started. "I got your letter." 

Ian looked at her nervously before he straighten his composure. He cleared his throat. "What did you think?" 

Samantha shrugged her shoulder as she diverted her attention away from the game. 

"I don't know what to say Ian." 

"You don't have to say anything, Samantha. I just wanted you to really understand how much you mean to me." Samantha forgot about Rambo. She could only stare into Ian's eyes as he expressed this. 

"I want us to continue this." He made a motion between them. "No matter what. I never want to lose this." 

Samantha felt the same way, yet she couldn't express it in that moment with words. So she did the first thing that came to mind. She walked to him, and wrapped her arms around his waist. A surprised Ian engulfed her. The embraced was a comforting one. Neither had their mind on anything other than how nice the normalcy felt. 

"You won't Curly." She whispered, into his chest. After a moment she pulled away, placing her hands on her hips. "Now, are you ready to get whooped, in 'Down the clown'?" 

Ian chuckled. "Sammy, you can't touch me in 'Down the clown'" 

"We shall see." 

* 

In the prize redeem shop, Samantha tried to decide on which stuff animal she wanted. She couldn't decide on whether she wanted the big pink gorilla, or the cute big brown one. Hearing snickering behind her, Samantha turned around to stick her tongue out at her friends. 

"Come on, pick one, Sam. They are exactly the same." Caroline said. 

"Hush." Samantha finally pointed at the big brown gorilla. "I want the brown gorilla." 

"Finally!" Caroline groaned. 

"Well, which one do you want?" Michael asked Caroline. 

He and Ian had given the girls their tickets, and now waited as they picked out their prizes. 

"I'll get the big banana, and the cute little key chain." 

Michael shook his head, and laughed. Moments later they exited the establishment with their prizes, tucked closely to their body. They chatted happily amongst each other, as the guys followed behind. 

"Dude, do you and Caroline have something going on?" Ian asked. 

Michael hesitated mid-step. "Wha- no, Nah. It's not like that man." 

Ian howled with laughter, at the way Michael stuttered over his words. Samantha and Caroline looked at him curiously, before turning back to their own conversation. 

"Man, you are totally feeling her. It's obvious." 

Michael shrugged his broad shoulders. 

"So, are you saying that you don't find her to be attractive?" 

Michael chose to ignore him, as he hopped into the car, where the girls patiently waited inside. Laughing Ian jogged around the car, and got behind the wheel. 

~~~*~~~ 

Ian stood outside of the center hanging lights. It had been a couple of day since he had last seen Samantha. His Mom and Dad kept him busy with handy work, or 'Talk sessions' with his dad. He missed her though. She was never too far from his thoughts, and it made him more ready to see her. Quickly putting up the last string of lights, he came down from the ladder to grab another box of decorations his mother wanted up. 

"Mom?" He called out,walking into the center. She appeared at the kitchen door, where she prepared the children's lunches. 

"Yeah?" 

Ian gestured to the box he held. "Where do you want me to put this stuff?" 

"You finished the lights outside?" He nodded. "Well put the Christmas decals in the windows, and on the doors." 

Ian nodded, and walked over to go through the assortment of decorations. 

"Michael!" She called, and he rounded the corner from the kids entertainment room covered in sweat and pine needles. He looked tired, and breathless, from wrestling the three real Christmas trees Lauren wanted throughout the center. Ian stifled a laugh, as Lauren giggled. 

"Yes, ma'am?" 

"Honey, you look tired. Take a break, and come get you a nice glass of coco." 

Ian stifled laugh, halted. "Hold on a sec. How come I can't have a break, and some coco?" he frowned. 

"Ian hush. Get that done, and hurry. The children will be back in soon, and I want this done to surprise them." Lauren said sternly. It was Michael's turn to laugh, as he gave Ian a 'that's what you get, asshole' look. Flipping Michael off, he did his mother's bidding. 

It took a total of fifteen minutes to finish up the windows and doors, and place the countless knick knacks around. Afterwards he proudly walked into the kitchen. Lauren was at the stove finish off her home cooked meal, and Michael was finishing up on his cup of coco, and what looked to be a plate of his mother's fresh homemade snowball cookies, with chocolate chips. Ian glared evilly at a cheesing Michael. 

"Everything is done, Mom." Ian stated. 

Lauren turned to him, smiling. "Thank you baby boy." She kissed his cheeks. "Grab a snack, and then I want you two to go and meet the girls at the rink." 

"Oh they are already there?" 

"Yes, son. So I want you two to go and finish chaperoning with them. The children have another half-hour at the rink." 

Ian smiled as he thought about Samantha on a pair of ice skates. For a girl born and raised in Boston, she couldn't ice skate to say her life. 

"Sure mom. No problemo. " 

Grabbing an inviting cookie from the plate. He grabbed his keys, and waltzes out the kitchen. "Love you ma!" He shouted over his shoulder as he and Michael left. 

~~~*~~~ 

"Whooaa!" 

"I got you Ms. Wilson!" a small voice shouted. As a pair of small gloved hands grabbed hers, to steady her unsteady balance. Once balanced, she looked down into a pair of bluish clear eyes. Eyes that reminded her so much of a special person in her life. 

"Thank you so much Caleb!" she beamed. As the little sandy blonde grinned up at her. 

"You don't know how to ice skate Ms. Wilson?" Samantha shook her head with a smile. 

"No, I'm not very good at it." 

The little boy looked surprised, before he got excited. "I can teach you Ms. Wilson. I can. Watch this!" 

The young 6 year old, speed ahead of her and kicked his leg up behind him. Balancing his weight out perfectly. Samantha was in awe, as she let go of the half wall to clap for Caleb. He spun in circles, and did little tricks Samantha herself wouldn't have dreamed about. Before he glided back to her. 

"See! Come on I'll teach you." He grabbed for her hand. 

"She's going to need a bit of practice before she's able to do that, Junior." 

Samantha looked over her shoulder and saw Ian standing directly at her back. She could only stare, as she tried to figure out how he had come out of nowhere, directly up to her, without her noticing at all. Ian's attention was currently on the little boy, so she was free to stare at his handsome face without fear of being caught. 

"I see you've been practicing Junior. You killed it." Ian bumped his fist, and laughed as Caleb's face lit up even more if possible. From the corner of his eye he observed Samantha as she boldly eyed him. With a smile he glanced at her, and saw how she immediately jumped and averted her eyes. 

"Keep practicing on that catch foot trick that I taught you. I'll continue to teach Ms. Wilson for you." 

"Well, what if I want Caleb to teach me." Samantha teased. Caleb gave her a toothy grin. "Your better than him right?" She asked, grabbing the little boy's hand, as he looked up at her in fascination. 

Ian looked at them with a playful scowl. "Hey, hey. Don't try to use that little boy charm on her to steal her heart. I'm not going to let that happen." 

"Well she chose me to teach her, so you're too late." Caleb said. Surprising the hell out of Samantha, she couldn't contain the howl of laughter that exploded from her. 

"Why you little, menace." Ian said, as he grabbed the little boy. "Come here." 

Impishly he used his knuckles to gently ruffle the boy's unruly hair. After they playfully tussled for a while. Ian let him go, and placed the child's toboggan back on his curly head. "Go play." He commanded, still grinning. 

"Alright." Caleb skated off and joined a group of other children his age. 

"So... taking lessons from a six year old?" 

Samantha playfully rolled her eyes. "Don't be picking Queen." 

He threw his head back with laughter. "Come on babe." He reached for her hand. Samantha hesitated and pulled back. "I got you Sammy. Trust me." 

"Easier said than done." Samantha tentatively placed her hand inside of his. Gripping her hand tightly Ian tugged her into his side, while placing his arm around her waist. 

"Relax, Sammy." He whispered next to her ear. Causing a shiver to race throughout her body, from his warm breath. "Are you cold?" 

Samantha suddenly lost her voice. Instead she shook her head vigorously. 

"Just follow my lead, and I promise I won't let you fall." 

Samantha took a deep breath, as she relaxed her body. Allowing Ian to pull her farther, and farther away from the safety of the wall. They started out slow, but that quickly changed once Samantha actually started to enjoy herself. Her fear of bursting her ass disappeared. 

"There you go!" Ian shouted proudly. "Ready for me to let go?" 

His grip slacken at her waist, as if he was about to release her. Samantha panicked, and jerked him back to her. She glared up at him. 

"Don't you dare let me go." She barked. 

Ian laughed, and squeezed her soft curves into his side. "You have no idea how sexy you sound saying those words." He whispered. "Say it again." 

Samantha elbowed him in the stomach, playfully. "Can it, Queen." He doubled over. "Is that Michael right there?" She pointed. 

Ian followed the direction she pointed, and saw Michael standing closely near Caroline. Her back was turned to him, as she knelt down to tie one of the children's skate. His face was stout, and he seemed to have a lot on his mind. It was a far cry away from his normally laughing, confident self. Both Samantha, and Ian noticed that their friend couldn't tear his gaze away from an oblivious Caroline. 

"Let's go see what's up." 

"Hey lovebirds." Caroline sung. "Ian, thank you for finally pulling her off the sidelines. I couldn't believe she didn't know how to ice skate after growing up in one of the coldest winter states in the U.S." 

"Shut it." She commanded, not giving Ian a chance to reply to Caroline's words. 

"Touchy." Caroline joked. 

"Are you two coming back to the center?" Michael questioned. 

"Yeah. Going to help serve lunch, and wrap gifts for Ma. The children will be making ornaments,and decorating the tree." 

"Well, I'm going to go get some coco for the children." Ian motioned for Michael to come with. 

After they ordered every child a drink, they stood back and waited for them to be made. Ian took a seat. Trying to figure out the right thing to say to Michael. 

"You okay bro? You looked real serious back there." 

"Yeah. I'm cool. I have no clue what the hell my problem is." 

"Michael, I'm sure you do know what your problem is. You want Caroline." 

Michael's head snapped toward him. On the verge of denying Ian's words, but thought there was no point. Ian took his silence as an answer. 

"Have you told her that you're interested in getting to know her more?" 

"No, I don't think she would be into me that way?" 

"Why you think that?" 

"I just don't look like her type." Michael shook his head with a frown. "Besides with everything that's going on with my family, I shouldn't even think about a relationship." 

"Man I understand that. But I do have to admit that you two would be great together." Ian added. 

Michael grinned coyly. "Yeah." 

"Mr. Queen!" 

Ian looked up at the cute short brunette with her hair pulled into a high ponytail. He walked up to the counter and thanked her. 

"No Problem, sir." She said in her high pitch voice, before batting her long lashes up at him. She probably thought that she looked cute, but it made him feel weird. "Do you need anything else, Mr. Queen?" 

"No he's good. Thanks." Samantha snapped. 

Ian looked to his side to see Samantha. She wore a fake smile, directed at the clerk, while her hand rested on her hip. He looked back at the girl, and gave an apologetic smile. 

"This is all we need. Thank you though." He grabbed the cup carriers, and turned his back to her. Samantha followed suit, and walked at his side. He could see that Caroline and the small group of children were seated at the table he and Michael occupied. "Sammy, you do know that you don't have to worry about anyone else, right?" 

She didn't reply. They reached the table, and distributed the drinks to the eager little ones. Ian couldn't take the change in her mood, and so he lightly grasped her elbow. 

"Can I talk to you for a sec?" 

Samantha gazed at him for a moment, but finally she nodded. He guided her to another table and sat across from her. He grabbed her hand that rested on the table top. 

"Sammy, I meant what I said back there." He grabbed her chin, and turned her to face him. "You're the only one I have eyes for, Samantha." 

She brought her eyes to his. "You don't have to explain anything to me, Ian." She removed her face from his hand. "I was out of line for what I just done. I'm sorry." She got up quickly and raced to the nearest bathroom before he could stop her. 

"Hey what's wrong with Sam?" Caroline asked. 

Ian heaved a heavy sigh. "I don't know Carol. But can you please go check on her." Ian ran a frustrated hand through his hair, then placed both hands at his hips. He longingly looked towards the women's restroom, before walking away. 

***** 

A/N: I would like to thank everyone that as stuck around for my little story. I wanted to let you guys know that I love you, and I wouldn't dare leave you guys hanging. Ian & Samantha will definitely get an ending, so just stick around.



The Winter of Temptation Ch. 09



"Samantha, are you okay babe?" 

Caroline walked over to the stall she knew Samantha was hiding in after a moment Samantha stepped out, and went to the sink. She cut on the faucet and cupped her hands underneath the water. Splashing her face, she came up to dry off. 

"Hey. You okay?" Caroline rubbed her back. 

"Yeah I just have to get my shit together." She turned to look at Caroline. 

"What happened? Was it Ian?" 

Samantha gave her a look. "Do you even have to ask? It seems as if everything in my life right now involves Ian somehow." 

"Damn this man got you gone girl." 

"I don't know what's wrong with me." "Tell me what went down back that." 

"I just about ripped that girls head off out there." Caroline's mouth fell open. "I don't know what came over me." 

"Holy fuck! What did Ian say?" 

"He told me that he only had eyes for me. I shouldn't worry about anyone else." Samantha whispered. "I just apologized for how I acted. Then I ran as fast as I could in here, filled with embarrassment." 

"Aw, I can't believe he said that to you." Caroline smiled. 

"I don't know Carol." 

"How many times do I have to tell you to not fight your feelings? If you want this man than by god be with him. Don't put yourself or Ian through unnecessary pain." 

When Samantha chose not to say anything. Caroline entwined their arms and headed for the door. "Come on. Let's get out here, and get the children ready to go." 

They walked over to the table. And got a chorus of greetings from the young children. The gesture brought a smile to the woman's face. 

"Hey! You guys enjoying your coco?" Samantha asked. 

"Yeah!" They chorused. 

"That's good. Well finish up, because we're going to be leaving soon. We have a surprise for you." She sung. 

The kids jumped on her words. Bombarding her with question after question, as she only laughed at the excitement they oozed. 

She hushed them. "You'll get your surprise soon, okay." 

Caroline handed her a cup of the warm chocolaty stuff. "Thank you." 

"Your welcome." One by one the children finish there drinks. After which they gather there things. 

"Come on. Get in and buckle up." Samantha commanded, helping the children up into the van. After everyone was in, she checked to make sure they were buckled in. "we're about to get on the road, so everyone keep their voice down, and behave." Closing the door Samantha went to the driver's side and cranked up the car. After checking her surroundings she pulled away. 

~~~*~~~ 

"Whoa!" 

"Wow!" 

"Wow is right." Samantha whispered to herself. The guys had done a really good job on the center, it had made a complete transformation. All of the lights and holiday decorations made it stick out beautifully. 

Caroline got out and as she did, she began to usher the kids out of the van as well. Ian and Michael pulled up at that moment. They hopped out and their long legs carried them over. "You guys like the lights?" Ian question he appeared just as animated as the young children. "Santa hooked you guys up." 

Everyone laughed. Caleb walked to Ian and gave him a fist pound. "What's up bro?" Ian asked as he lifted the child in his arm. Ian walked behind the rest of the crowd, while Samantha stared at him feeling weird. The sight of him carrying a small boy, as he listened intensely was enough to make her truly worry about her sanity. 'Why do I feel butterflies in my tummy,' she thought. Going inside she busied herself with taking the children's coats. 

"Come over here!" Caroline called as she directed the children to seats. "Everybody grab a piece of paper, and color it. Then I'll show you how to fold it." 

The children followed her instructions. 

Samantha took one last look at them before going into the kitchen to find Lauren. 

"What's up ma?" Samantha hugged her from behind and kissed her cheek. 

"Nothing buttercup. Just finishing up this food. When will your mama be here?" 

Samantha shrugged as she nibbled on a gingerbread man. "I don't know Ma. Mama didn't say anything to me about what time she will show up." 

Lauren nodded, and looked up at her. Before Samantha could react, Lauren popped her in the hand. "That's for the children's ornaments." 

Samantha gave her an apologetic look, before she placed the headless gingerbread man back on the plate. "Oops." 

Lauren laughed. "It's too late to put him back now." Turning all the burners on low. She turned around and dusted her hands off proudly. "What are they up to in there?" 

"Caroline and the kids are making some ornaments for the tree. As for the other two, i have no clue." Samantha answered. 

"Hmm." Lauren replied. "Can I ask you a question buttercup?" Laurens sharp blue eyes, eyed her as she waited for an answer. 

Samantha tensed at the sound of her voice. "Sure go ahead?" She said nervously. 

"Is there something going on between you, and my son?" 

Samantha felt her heart tighten. 'Oh crap,' she thought. 

"Um, w-what you mean?" 

"You don't have to be nervous Buttercup. Ian has already talked to his dad, and Jacob told me that you and him are going through something." Lauren went over to a stool at the island counter. "So my question to you is what has got you two acting so oddly? Believe me, I know my son. And lately he has just been acting so out of character. Do you know I had to make that boy fix my wall in the pool room?" 

"Why-y" Samantha stuttered. 

"Because his big behind, went in there and punched a hole in it." Lauren scowled, at the memory. "I wanted to take that boy over my knee so bad. He's a lucky one, but just because i couldn't take my belt to him, doesn't mean I didn't curse him to the moon and back." 

Samantha found herself chuckling, at the picture her imagination conjured up. 

"So..." Lauren probed. "You can talk to me, baby. It will be just be between us. If your not ready, I'll understand. I just thought I'd ask, since I know that something is up. Jacob just refused to tell me." 

Samantha thought about her options. 'What do I say,' she thought frantically. 

"I-I-I..." Samantha paused to collect herself. "I know you're here for me Ma. But I'm not ready to talk yet. I-I'm confused." 

Lauren stared at her boldly, waiting for her to crack, and break down. Samantha crossed her arms, looked down, and pursed her lips. Lauren finally stood up, with a sigh. 

"That's fine, I'm here anytime buttercup. Come here." The taller woman wrapped her arm around her. 

Ian stalked into the room, with sure strides. He observed the pair for a second, before gently clearing his throat. 

"Um, Mom? Do you mind if i have a moment along with Sammy?" 

Lauren kissed Samantha's forehead, then releases her embrace. "Sure. I'm going to go call your Father." 

Ian nodded, and watched her leave before he turned his attention back to Samantha. He took a deep breath of air, and took the seat his mother vacated. "Sammy, I only want to say that i don't care about what you did back at the rink. I actually appreciate it." 

Samantha silently cocked her head to the side. 

"It showed me that you actually do have feelings for me." He smirked. "I really loved that. I know now for a fact, what I've always known." He grew quiet. 

"And what's that?" Samantha asked mildly annoyed. 

Ian saw this and chuckled at her feisty attitude. "That you are madly in love with me, as i am you. 

But you just stubbornly refuse to acknowledge it." 

Samantha rolled her eyes, and looked everywhere but at him. Yet she hadn't once, refuted what he was saying. 

"I know this, and I'm telling you again, i will wait. I mean every word that I say, I've always have, and always will." He grabbed her hands, and pulled her to stand between his open legs. He kissed each one of her knuckles, before looking up into her eyes. "I'm learning to be a better man. One that is patient, honest, loving, and willing to do anything to put a smile on your face. I'm doing this for us, baby." He kissed the inside of her palm. 

"You told your dad about what happen?" She asked suddenly. 

Ian froze, and looked at her cautiously. "Among other things. I needed to change, and so I went to one person that i know will help me with that." He looked away. "It was hard, telling my dad about how i had hurt you. But i knew it had to be done. I have to control my anger." 

Samantha closed her eyes, in embarrassment. 'Papa knows I had sex with his son. OMG!' 

"Don't." Ian commanded. Samantha's eyes popped open. "Dad doesn't think any less of you." He continued, as if he had heard her thoughts. 

"Ma, wanted to know what was going on also. She said that Papa wouldn't tell her anything other than that we had something going on." 

Ian groaned. "Babe, you know how she is. She wants to know everything."

"I know. When she asked I just told her that I feel confused."

"Is that really how you feel?" Ian asked.

Samantha shrugged her shoulders. When Ian gave her 'the look,' she finally replied. "I-"

"You don't have to say anything." He gripped her waist. "I love you."

"Umm...umm."

Ian laughed. "Babe, I love you. But sometimes you are slow as maple syrup on a cold winter's morn." He continued to laugh, as Samantha tried to figure out what he meant. Once she did, she slapped his shoulder with a gasp. He laughed harder. "Really though. I tell you I love you, and your only response is umm."

"Whatever, you've been hanging around Andy for too long." She stepped back, trying to walk away.

"Hey! Hey, come here." He pulled her back towards him. She came crashing into his lap, where he happily wrapped her in his arms. "I was only joking. You know that." His voice was gruff as he spoke into the crook of her neck. He enjoyed this moment she let him have, since they came few and far between. 

"Samantha! Bring those cookies out here, please." 

Samantha shot up, at the sound of her name being yelled. Ian let out a exasperated sigh, and stood up also. He found himself doing that more and more with each passing day. Samantha grabbed a plate of gingerbread people, and headed for the door. Ian nosily checked out all of the other pots on the stove, sneaking a piece here and there, before he too left the kitchen. 

He watched as Samantha handed each child a gingerbread person, all the while explaining what they were going to be doing. She then placed a dozen of small piping bags, filled with royal icing of every color in the middle. 

"Okay, this is a piping bag filled with icing." She held up a bag to make sure they understood. "You're going to use this to decorate your gingerbread person, anyway that you want." The kids got excited and craned their little necks to try and see. Samantha used the piping bag to draw a dress on her little lady cookie, then she held it up to show them. The children oh'd and awed.

"Okay grab any color you want. Don't be afraid to be creative, if you need any help I'm right here."

Ian drifted closer to the tables the kids occupied, and silently observed as they decorated. Of course Caleb's little head popped up and looked at him hopefully. 

"Are you going to make a gingerbread man with us?" he asked.

Ian looked surprised, and then looked over at Samantha seated at the head of the table. She playfully held up a cookie, smiling as she swayed the cookie from side to side. Ian relented and nodded. 

"Sure, I'd love to make one, junior." He pulled up a chair, and eased his big frame beside the little boy at the table. He knew this made the little guy happy, since for some reason Caleb looked up to him. 

Samantha passed him a cookie, and laughed at him. Ian awkwardly picked up a piping bag and hesitated. He knew that if he tried he would screw up horribly. Looking over at Caleb's cookie, he saw that the little boy had given his ginger guy a pair of pants, and shoes. 

'What the hell,' He thought. Scratching his head, he leaned forward to try, and do... something.

Then he felt a presences at his back, before that person leaned forward. Samantha took the piping bag from his oversized palm. "How do you want him to look?"

Ian shrugged his shoulders, feeling like an idiot, the kids around him had no trouble at all with the activity, yet he had to have help. 'Damn.'

Samantha looked at him, before she began to decorate his cookie. "All you have to do is, know what you want. Then just draw it on your cookie. It's just like doodling." She explained, simply.

He leaned closer, enjoying her close proximity and scent. "Yeah, but you know that I can't draw worth sh-," Samantha cut her eye at him before he could finish his next word. "nothing." He finished.

He looked down at the cookie she worked on and saw that she had dressed the gingerbread man in a suit, and even gave him blonde James Bond hair using yellow icing. He laughed loud, and openly. It drew the attention of the other children, and they all looked at his cookie. 

"Cool." They chorused. Some began to hold up theirs, and showed it off.

"See it's easy." Samantha directed at him before she walked off to check out the other children's creations. 

After a while she stopped at the head of the table. "Alright little ones finish up with your ginger person. Once you're done, we're going to leave it here to dry. While the icing is drying we're going to eat lunch. Then come back and I'll help you write your names on the back." 

Lauren called the children over to her. Giving Ian and Samantha more alone time together. 

"Thank you for helping me back there." Ian said coolly. 

"Your welcome curly." She replied giving him a smile. She walked off, yet Ian followed. Making her stomach flutter secretly. "Um, Ian do you need anything?"

Ian stopped in his tracks as Samantha turned and tilted her head to the side. He knew that she was teasing him as she asked this, but it still caused him to blush harshly. He knew that he was acting as if he was a love sick puppy, but he couldn't seem to stop himself. He smiled bashfully at her before he grabbed her hand. Together they walked into the kitchen to grab some food. Every adult in the room eyed them, but didn't remark on the sudden dynamic change. Once they had their food, Ian led her to a seat at the table right beside him. They ate in silence. 

"Ian, how come Caleb seems so attached to you?" Samantha's asks, no longer able to stand the strange silence.

Ian glanced at her, then looked back to his food. "I don't know." He shrugged. "I would come here to help out with Mom all the time. An overtime Junior just seem to follow me around, and stick up under me. I didn't mind, since it gave me a proud feeling. I soon saw him as the baby brother I never had. He comes from a struggling family that doesn't have much. So the center provides for him, as well as other children that are like him. Caleb is an awesome kid, and I'm very honored that he looks up to me the way he does."

Samantha gazed at him silently for a moment. Suddenly a smile blossomed on her face, and she went back to eating her meal. 

"So you ready for Christmas day?" Ian asked.

Samantha rolled her eyes playfully. "Of course." She chewed and swallowed her food. "You know that I am. I can't wait to see the face of every one I love and care about open up all the gifts, and pig out on good food. Enjoy all the Christmas movies, and marathons..." she trailed off, with a silly grin on her face. She felt foolish for babbling on about Christmas like a little girl, but she couldn't help it. Christmas was truly her favorite day out of the entire year.

Ian found it so adorable, and he told her so. "It's so cute seeing you still get excited over Christmas."

"Oh whatever!" She groaned.

"It is." He insisted. "Seeing your face light up on Christmas morning make my day each year." He whispered in his deep baritone. 

"Ian." She closed her eyes, and exhaled. Her stomach butterflies fluttering everywhere. "Don't say things like that."

"Look at me, Sammy." She slowly did as he asked. "Believe me."

Ian wished he could wipe all her fears away, along with the dejected look upon her beautiful face. He regretted everything he had done in the past that hurt her. For the millionth time, he cursed his stupidity, and fear. He grabbed her cheek, and kissed it. Pulling back, he held her gaze for a few seconds, before he got up and walked away. Giving her space to think about what he said.

Belinda showed up a while later, and everyone sat and conversed about any, and everything. She finally met Michael, and instantly took a liking to him. Once lunch was over, everyone thanked the chef, and went back to the different activity's they had planned for the children. Someone turned on a mix of all kinds of Christmas music, and the atmosphere was truly filled with Joy & Cheer. It was late into the afternoon when they got to actually decorating the trees. Everyone had their hands full with a task. From hanging ornaments, stringing tinsel and popcorn, to wrapping them with colorful lights that brought the tree to life. 

Lastly everyone got their gingerbread person, Samantha had talked her Mom, and the others into make one as well. So everyone would have a keepsake to remind them of the very special day they had. Samantha hung her cute little cookie up, and beamed proudly. Feeling someone at her back, she looked over her shoulder, and up into Ian's beautiful face. He smiled back at her, before he reached past her. She watched as he hung up his ornament right next to hers, for Samantha the gesture was symbolic. For her it symbolized how it would always be him & her. She finally made up her mind to let him into her heart fully. She was finally going to allow them to explore the love they had for each other. She decided that she was going to call up Calvin, and tell him that there wasn't going to be a relationship between them, because she was in love with her best friend, Ian Mitchell Queen.




A/N: I would like to thank Lafaith09 and Sturgis. There are a few other people I would like to thank but I forgot your lit name so forgive me! Lafaith09 chewed my ass out and kicked it in gear, so thank her ya'll. Lol no but seriously I thank you guys. My baby (Story) would be nothing without ya'll so know that. I luv ya.



The Winter of Temptation Ch. 10



"Hello." 

Samantha jumped from the deep voice coming across the phone, bringing her out of the daze she was in.

"Samantha?" She heard him call. 

She knew she had to say something quick or else he would hang up, so she took a deep breath.

"Hey, Calvin." She said keeping her voice neutral and clear. "How's it going?"

She shuffled in the love seat in her room, trying to get comfortable. She knew this conversation was going to be long, and awkward, so she preferred to have it in a comfortable position. She half listened, as he talked about how things were going in Virginia for him. Trying to figure out how she would break the news to him. 

'How does this even work,' she thought, as she nibbled on her bottom lip.

"Calvin I have to talk to you." She started. The other end of the line was silent as he waited for her to continue. "I don't know of a better way of saying this, so.... I'm just going to come out and say it. We can't have a relationship. I'm in love with Ian. I want to give him and I a fighting chance."

Calvin couldn't believe what he was hearing. It had only been just over a week, and already Ian had stolen Samantha completely away. He felt angry, and humiliated. He thought that Samantha was a woman that he could mold into the perfect women for him. Now here she was telling him that she didn't want anything to do with him that way. It bruised his ego brutally. He tried to rein in his anger.

"I know your mad, Calvin. So I just want to apologize for this. I am truly sorry for this. You just came into my life at the wrong time."

"I get it." He said curtly. "I have to go." He said suddenly.

Samantha felt his anger through the phone, and knew that he wanted her off the phone. 

"Alright good ̶"

Samantha heard the sound of the dial tone in her ear. Pulling it away, she looked at it in shocked. The fact that he hung up on her before she could finish her sentence angered her a little. But under the circumstances she figured he just needed time to fume, then she would try to give him another call, after all she really wanted to have him as a friend. She sat and thought about the future she could have with Ian, and a smile blossomed. Her heart skipped a beat, as she pictured his reaction to her decision. It's been a while since she had experienced this light giddiness in her heart, so she stood and did a happy two step, before she went in search of her best friend.

Knocking on the door she waited for Caroline's boisterous cheerful voice from the other side. Yet she only heard a loud cough, and the sound of her noise blowing. Opening the door, Samantha walked into the room, too see Caroline buried beneath a mountain of covers, a box of tissue sat beside her, and wads of used tissues were everywhere. When Caroline saw her, she gave her a feeble smile. "Hey Babe, might wanna stay a̶" She coughed violently.

"Aww, Carol." Samantha cooed. She went over the bed, and methodically began to clean of the mess on the bed. "Babe I don't care. You're sick. Why didn't you come get me?" She threw away the soiled tissues. Then went to wash her hands. When she came back to the room she carried a bottle of medicine that would relieve her cough, and congestion. She ushered her to lean up in bed, and take a cup full. When she swallowed, Samantha rubbed her back, before she fluffed up the pillows on her bed.

"Seems, like you don't like our nice Boston weather." She said sarcastically. She pulled Caroline in to her arms, and held her. "Come here, babe."

Caroline laughed/ coughed, as she adjusted comfortably in Samantha's hold. "What?"

Samantha placed her cheek on the top of Caroline's head. "Since you're officially bedridden, declared by me. I've decided to spend the entire day, here with you."

Caroline groaned, and shook her head like a big child. Samantha in turn chided her, and continued. "We're going to lay here, enjoy holiday movie marathons, drink warm liquids, and get some food into that belly of yours." She playfully poked Caroline's stomach. 

"Sounds good." 

Samantha grabbed the remote, and channeled surf through the channels, until they came across something that they both liked. ABC Family was showing 'Dr. Seuss' How the Grinch Stole Christmas' so she got up doing a commercial break, and went to get them some hot herbal tea, and a light breakfast. With all of the treats in her hands, she rushed back upstairs to find the movie back on. 

"Ah, crap. Rewind, I missed my favorite parts." She cuddled back up to Caroline in the big bed, and they both, began to eat, and enjoy the movie. They did the same thing all morning, until both drifted off to sleep at noon. 

Samantha came awake at the sudden feel of something lightly brushing across her cheek, she tried knocking whatever it was away. But when she felt it once more she sat up, and looked for the culprit. Michael, and Ian stood beside the bed, quietly snickering, as she gave them an evil side eye.

"You both were snoring." Ian laughed.

Samantha looked over at Caroline to see her rubbing her eyes, tiredly. Before she looked back at Ian. "Well did you ever stop to think about both of us being tired, and in need of a really good nap." She angrily sunk into the mattress, and pulled the covers back up high. She turned her focus onto the television to see National Lampoons Christmas playing. She completely tuned the two handsome devils in the room out, as she watched the screen. The guys had woke her up just in time, the movie was just starting. 

"Sammy?" Ian called teasingly, to which she ignored. "Are you ignoring me, baby?"

Samantha playfully rolled her eyes, fighting to keep the smile off her face. She refused to look at him, because the moment she did she would throw herself into his arms. She laughed as a funny scene from the movie played out, when she felt the bed dip at her right. Her head swung to the side to see Ian stretch his impossibly long figure out beside her.

"What do you think you're doing?" She asked him indignantly.

"Why simply watching the movie with my favorite girl in the world." He answered smoothly.

Samantha eyed him for a moment, before she shook her head with a smile. Michael still stood close to the door, looking uncomfortable, and out of place. She sighed, and rolled her eyes. "Michael for heaven's sake, get over here, and stop acting like a complete stranger." 

Michael jumped at her order, and hustled to the bed. He too kicked off his shoes, and jumped in right next to Caroline. He took a good look at her, making her self-consciously fiddle with her hair, trying to fix it the best she could with her fingers. "Hey, you feeling okay?" He asked concerned.

Caroline looked at him, with surprise, before she smiled and nodded. 

He nodded, and smiled. "Good, good."

Samantha looked to Ian, who had one muscular arm thrown over her shoulder. He currently was focusing on the movie with a huge smile, laughing loudly here and there. "How'd you get in?"

Ian looked down at her. "You look absolutely breathtaking today, as usual of course."

Samantha giggled, and slapped his broad chest playfully. "Answer the question curly."

"Spare key of course." He dangled the spare key in front of her.

"That still doesn't explain why your here." She pointed out. "Not that I mind, really." She brushed his shaggy curls back.

"I texted, and called you, to see if you, and Carol was up to doing something. When I got no answer, I said fuck it, and just came over." He drew closer, bringing their face a hairs breathe away from each other. "As I said before, you're my favorite girl. Its pure torture to not see such a beautiful face, day after day."

"Okay Casanova lay off of the pretty boy charm will ya."

Ian grinned, and whispered. "It's working, though. So I think I will continue, using this pretty boy charm." He got out of the bed, and went out of the door. Leaving Samantha to stare after him, in a state of shock. She licked her lips, and turned to Caroline, who surprisingly looked a lot better. She touched her hand, drawing her attention away from Michael and the vibe they had going on, over on their side of the bed. 
"I'm going to run to the kitchen real quick. Do you want anything? Are you feeling better?" she questioned.

"Yeah, I feel a lot better, just a little stuffy still. Do you mind bringing me more of that delicious tea you made?" 

"Sure babe." She kissed her forehead, and got out of the bed as well. "Mike, you want anything?"

"How 'bout a beer?"

"Really? It's like 2:00 and you want to drink." She threw up her hands, and started to walk out, when a thought popped into her head. Looking back, she pointed at Michael. "Look after her, and keep your hands off. That's my ass." She winked, and laughed as she felt a pillow hit her head on the way out.

She strolled down the hall, humming to 'Christmas (Baby please come home)' to herself. She got to the stairs and felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist. She was startled for a second, but quickly relaxed into the embrace.

"You scared me." She groaned, as she delivered an elbow to his ribs.

"I'm sorry." He replied, giving her a kiss on the cheek. He let her go when she wiggled to be free. "Where you going?"

"To the kitchen." She said simply.

"For what?" He insisted.

She burst out laughing, as she turned on him. Causing him to stumble to a stop, suddenly to avoid crashing into her. "Really!? You question someone, because they want to go to the kitchen? I'm beginning to realize you have major screws lose in that curly head of yours."

"Oh, really? Me. Screws lose." He pointed at himself in mock seriousness. He moved forward swiftly, catching her off guard. "Come here you little menace." 

She ran into the kitchen, and stood on one end as he stood on the other. Only the kitchen island separated them. "Dead end, little one. Where you going to run now." He teased.

Samantha put her hands on her waist, and feigned indifferences. She watched as he slowly stalked towards her. When he got close enough to her she charged him. She twirled behind him, enabling her to jump onto his back. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and held on. He moved from side to side, gently trying to shake her off. When he wore himself out, he stood up straight, and took a deep breath.

"Okay, you won." He huffed. She leaned over his left shoulder and grinned cockily into his face.

"I swear you're like a freaking spider monkey or something." He mumbled, as she slid down his back.

She walked over to the fridge and, pulled out the tea she had made earlier, she put it on the stove to reheat it. She turned to look over her shoulder at him. "Are you hungry? I can make you something if you would like?" 

Ian leaned on the counter with his forearms and stared at her mischievously. "Where is this coming from? I rather like this wifey treatment."

"You did not ju-" she stopped mid-sentence and threw her hands up. "You know what!? Never mind."

Ian started to whine like a baby, as she ignored him. "Come on. I take it back." He said.

She turned to him and couldn't help but chuckle. No one she knew would ever believe that the towering giant in front of her, would throw a tantrum, and whine whenever they were alone, because he couldn't get his way.

"What do you want?" She asked begrudgingly.

He smiled broadly, he knew he had gotten his way. "Um... let's see, I want some ..."

Samantha just knew he was going to rattle off a butt load of food for her to cook. So she held up her hand, to stop him before he could. "I'm making you Broccoli chicken salad." She said with finality. 

"Okay." He surrender. "I would totally love anything right about now, I'm starving."

She got the ingredients for the Broccoli chicken salad that she had perfected over time. 

"Can I Help?" Ian asked. 

Samantha smiled and beckoned him to her. "Get the bacon out of the freezer, and grab the chicken breast too."

"I would rather be grabbing your breast right about now." He mumbled to himself.

"What did you just say?" She asked. Laughing at the look of surprise he threw over his shoulder, as he dug through the freezer for what she asked.

"Nothing, I said, I... couldn't wait to get.... these breast in me now." He lied, quickly. He slapped himself on the forehead as he thought about what he had said.

Laughing Samantha shook her head. "Yeah, uh huh. Busted." 

She took the items from his hands, and placed them in the microwave to cook them. As she waited she put the broccoli in the strainer to wash. Ian stood over her shoulder observing her as she cooked, admiring how natural this was for her. She glanced at him, then turned away. He felt as if she wanted to say something.

"What?"

"What do you mean what?" she asked.

"Sammy, I know you. You have something to say. So just say it." 

Samantha nibbled on her bottom lip, and concentrated on straining the broccoli. She handed him a big bowl. "Mix this together for me." She handed him the mayo, and vinegar and measured by sight as he poured. Instructing him on all the things he needed to add, while she worked on dicing the chicken, and bacon.

"I broke things off with Calvin." She bluttered out. 

Ian dropped what he was doing and went over to her. Gripping her shoulders, he forced her to look at him. As she did, his eyes searched her eyes, wondering if what she was telling him really was true. "Are you telling me the truth?"

Samantha rolled her eyes. "Of course I'm telling you the truth. Why would I lie about something such as that?" She huffed.

Ian didn't answer, he was too ecstatic. With an overjoyed gasp, he pulled her into his arms. "You've made me the happiest man in the world."

Samantha wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and melted into the embrace. She inhaled his scent, and felt her head begin to swim. He pulled back and brushed her curls out of her face, then cupped each cheek in his hands. "Does this mean your giving us a chance?" Samantha nodded her head, and smiled brightly up at him. "Oh baby!" Ian kissed her passionately. Stealing her breath away, as he brought her closer into his arms. Tears seeped down her cheeks, as she accepted the fact that this is what she wanted, and needed. Ian would always be 'it' for her, no one could ever be him, or even come close. 

Pulling back he looked down at her, and silently wiped her tears away with the pad of his thumb, moving in slowly, he tasted her lips. A breathless moment passed between the two. After a final peck to her lips, he took a step back. "I'm sorry. I couldn't resist." She mutely nodded. Drunk from the heart stopping, pantie dropping lip lock. "You won't regret this."

She shook her chills, and turned back to the food. "Let's finish up this food." Her stomach growled, and it broke the sexual tension coursing between them, as both of them snickered.

With everything nicely diced and mixed, Ian came to stand behind her. Together they put the final result into a casserole dish where they then put it in the fridge to chill. As they waited, she made them some hot chocolate, where they then sat and reminisced about the many holidays they've shared. 

"Baby, I think we should talk about something." Ian spoke, as he pulled her out of the high chair. Into his lap. He laced his fingers with hers, and placed them at his heart. 

"What it is?" Samantha questioned the smile on her face fading, at his sudden serious tone.

"I know I hurt you Samantha. With the way I treated you, and the way I acted towards you that night at your place..." Samantha tensed, tried to pull back; yet Ian held a firm grip on her hand. "Hear me out please." He pleaded.

Samantha turned her head away, but she made no further attempt to get up. He took this as permission to continue. "That night should have never went as it did. I hate myself for the way, I casted aside your feelings; to only thinking of mine." He paused, trying to figure out all the words he wanted to say. "I apologize, Samantha." He said lamely.

Samantha turned her head to look at him, to see him with his head casted down. Ian continued.

"When I went to my dad, I told him everything. Even when it was so hard to look him in the eye, knowing I had disappointed him. Yet I had too, I had to be a man, and face my mistakes. Each day, I had sessions with him. He has really been a big help, with my temper, and controlling issues." He lifted his head, and locked eyes with her. "He wants to talk to you, give you an opportunity to express anything you've held inside." 

"I think you should, before we go any further. You have to know for sure, if you want this." He cupped her cheek. "Because I can't promise you I'll ever let you go, once you're fully mine. Will you talk to him?"

Samantha nodded her head in consent. Laying her head on his chest she listen to the sound of his heart beat for a long while. Taking comfort in the fact that, he was close, and their relationship was beginning to heal. 

"Sammy?" She purred from the rumble of his chest.

"Hmm?"

"Baby, I was wonderingq if you wanted to take a trip up to Jiminy Peak, for a few days." Samantha lifted her head in excitement. "I was going to reserve a condo. But I waited, until I ran it across you first. Do you want to go?"

Samantha was nodding her head eagerly, before he even finish his question. "Of course. You know how much I've wanted to go there!?" She questioned. "How do you plan to get us a room? That place is literally always packed at this time of year, curly." 

Ian pinched her nose lovingly. "I have my ways Ms. Wilson." Quirking his head to the side, an idea popped in his mind. "As soon as you have that talk with my dad, the sooner I will have those reservations made for the ski trip." 

Samantha squinted her eyes, and pursed her lips into a pout. The action caused Ian to chuckle, and shake his head.

***

"Hey, Buttercup." Jacob greeted with a kiss to her cheek, as he opened the door to his office wider for her entrance. "Take a seat. How have you been, darling'?" 

Samantha took a seat in one of the plush leather chairs in front of his desk. "I'm doing good papa Jac, How have you been?" She asked politely.

Jacob groaned, as he took a seat behind his big mahogany desk. "Ah, as well as an old man is expected." He smiled sheepishly. "Do you want something to drink?"

"Yes, please. I'll take some water."

Jacob handed her a bottle of water, and sat back in his chair to observe her. Samantha idly sipped from her bottle, waiting for Jacob to go on. She felt nervous from the stare he gave her, not able to get over the fact that he knew the ordeal she had went through with his son. Her eyes connected with those of Ian's father, and couldn't help but think of him. He was the spitting image of his father, on forty years younger. 

"Buttercup, would you like to tell me why you decided to call for this meeting?"

Samantha sipped, and thought about what she should say. "Because I think that I want to be with someone that I really care about. Yet, I need to be sure, I can get past all of my fears, and pain."

Jacob gave her a thoughtful look. "What do you fear?" 

Samantha shifted in her seat, and tilted her head back, to hold the tears at bay. "I ̶ I'm afraid that I won't be good enough for him." A tear fell and left a track down her left cheek. "I'm scared that he will eventually become tired after he had his fill, and leave me. Both as my lover, and best friend." After the words fell from her lips, she knew it was too late to take them back. 

"Do you not trust this fella?" Jacob inquired. 

"I feel as if I can't really trust anyone as of right now." She fumbled with her hands, unable to look at him. "People that I trusted, did things that I never would have imagine them capable of." 

"That's where your pain comes in? You've been hurt by people that you trusted, and so now you don't know how to let that pain go."




The Winter of Temptation Ch. 10



"Yes, I don't really know if I want to. I've built this wall around me, and without it I'll be vulnerable."

"Is this man you speak of, my son?"

Samantha's eyes flickered to his at that unexpected question, by unconscious surprise she nodded her head.

"Well, Buttercup. I want you to know that, if you allow me too, I'll help you get through all of this fear, and pain if you allow me."

***

Ian walked out of the Jewelry store, with renewed purpose, and hope. The ring deep in his pocket, cradled by his hand, warmed his palm; as well as his entire being. The countless trips to the store, had finally paid off. All the money, and time he spent, to rush this gift for his Sammy, through was worth it. The ring was absolutely breath taking, and everything he knew she would love. One of the perks of being her best friend throughout life; he knew everything she wanted. From the moment they returned to Boston, he had this planned. After countless sessions with his father, he let the old man in on his plan. Jacob didn't sugar coat the truth, he told him that it would not be that easy. To just show up with a ring, propose, and she falls into his arms. Jacob advise him to work on fixing their problems before going to the next step. 

It had been two days since Samantha promised she would go see his father, and told him that she had finally broken things off with that asshole. With him out of the way, he finally was able to go ahead with his plan, to make Samantha his future wife. Now that the ring was in his possession, it was only a matter of picking the right time to pop the question. His mother could possibly give him some advice on that. She would be over the moon, about the news. His cell rang, breaking his thoughts. 

"Hello?" 

"Hi, curly."

"Sammy? Baby, why you calling from this unknown number?"

"I had to get my number changed. I've been getting random calls throughout the n ight, for a while. Someone playing games."

"Are you okay baby?"

"Oh yeah, I'm great." Ruffling was heard from the other end of the phone. "I'm just leaving your house actually."

"OH really?"

"Yeap." He could hear the smile in her voice over the phone. "I kept my end of the bargain. Now it's time for you to fulfill your end."

Ian laughed. "So how did it go?" 

"Uh ugh. You're not going to distract me . Are you going to keep your promise?" 

"Yes, baby. I already called and made reservation. Now tell me how did your talk with my dad go?"

"It went better than I expected. He didn't make me feel that awkward or foolish. He helped me see things, in new ways. Helping me colp with things that I need to work on. I'm definitely going to continue to go see him." 

Ian palmed the box in his pocket, once again. "That's really good to hear, baby." 

"I really want to get past all my insecurities, and pain. Not only for me but for us." The emotion in her voice was evident. 

"Where are you headed now?" He questioned. 

"Headed home, to get some rest. I feel like I may have caught whatever bug Caroline had a couple days ago." She paused. "Speaking of, have you seen her, or Mike today?"

"Nah, he left this morning, saying something about being back later on in the evening. But that's not my concern, you are. Do you need me to bring you something, or come by to make sure you're okay?"

Samantha giggled. "No. One mother hen is enough, curly. But thanks anyway." 

"You sure?" He insisted.

"Later, Curly."

She disconnected the call, before he could say anything else. Laughing to himself he started the car, with plans to visit his mother, at her antique store.

***

"Sam? Where you at hoe?" Caroline yelled as she walked through the doors to Samantha's bedroom.

"Right here." Samantha said. Appearing at the bathroom door, mouth full of toothpaste. "Where have you been all day miss thang?"

Caroline's mischievous smile spoke volumes. "Nowhere."

Samantha hands went to her hip, and that right eyebrow rose up. "You're such a liar." Caroline started to speak. Yet Samantha held up her index finger. "Hold that thought." She disappeared into the bathroom, to return a moment later with fresh breath.

"So where did you and Mike go?" Samantha asked, as she took a seat on her sofa.

"What do you mean?"

Samantha cut her eye, at Caroline. Her facing said, 'girl quit playing.' "Your ass been gone since this morning. And it just so happen, Ian hasn't seen Mike either."

"Alright, alright." Her smile was broad, and dreaming. "He called this morning, and asked me to go to breakfast with him. That turned in to lunch, and we just lost track of time."

"Caroline... oh gosh." Samantha hugged her. "You guys are really feeling each other, huh?"

"Yeah, we just talked and talked. His personality is amazing, and that smile just..." she trailed off, with a grin. "I would've told you I was heading out, but you were sleeping, and I know you're not a morning person."

"So are you two going to go out?" Samantha asked.

"Thinking about it." She smirked.

"I'm so happy for you." Samantha exclaimed. "Oh my gosh. We should celebrate."

"Celebrate?"

"Yeah." She stood up and grabbed her coat, and her mom's keys. "Come, on we are going to go get some much needed pampering." 

She grabbed Caroline's hand, and went in search for Belinda. 

"Mama?" She walked into the living room, to find her mother crocheting. Belinda looked up at her daughter with a questioning expression. "Come on, mommy. Caroline and I are going to go get some much needed pampering, and we want you to join us."

Belinda smiled, but shook her head. "Oh no, baby. I don't want to impose on you and your girlfriend time. Go ahead, and enjoy yourself."

Samantha walked over to her mom, took the crochet needle, and yarn from her hands. "I want you to come as well. We going to get our hair, nails, and toes done. Then where headed to the mall for a bit. So, please come... you know Daddy's gonna appreciate it."

Belinda, touched her graying roots, and couldn't deny she needed a touch up. "Alright. Give me a minute to go change into something warmer, baby." 

Samantha kissed her cheek and stepped back. "K."

***

Ian pulled the hand carved heart ring box out of his pocket, and displayed the beautiful handcrafted 4 carat cushion diamond that sat proudly on the diamond white gold flower blossom set. At the sight of the ring, Lauren gasped, and clutched her chest. Her eyes flew over to Ian's, and she couldn't believe the sight of her only child, standing over her with the brightness smile she had ever seen on him.

"Son, is this what I think it is?" She questioned.

Ian chuckled and gave her a nod. "Yes it is mom." He stared down at the ring, with a filling of warmness flowing through his heart. "I had it made for Samantha." 

His eyes connected with his mother's and his voice was strong. "I want to make her my wife."

Tears came to her eyes, as she looked back at him with awe. "I can't believe my baby, is so grown up." She wept with joy. "Both of you are." 

She grabbed the ring and looked at it closely. "You had this designed? It's so beautiful." 


"Yeah, it's what she would like. It's her. Beautiful, elegant, unique, one of a kind."

"I can't believe this. Does your father know?"

"I told him about it, not long after we started our sessions. He told me it may not be easy, because the right woman never makes it easy. But I need to do this. I know that with time she will be Mrs. Queens."

"Oh I'm so proud of you, sweetie." She pulled him into her arms from across the display counter. "I know she will say yes. You will be the luckiest man in the world, and she will be the luckiest woman."

She swiped her tears, and chuckled at herself for being a big cry baby. "So when do you plan to do this?"

"That's the thing. I need your advice on that." 

As the words left his mouth. They heard the sound of the bell above the door chime. Looking at the door, they both was surprised to see, Samantha, Caroline, and Belinda. The group of women looked up at them with smiles. Ian quickly gathered the ring up and stuffed it in his pocket before anyone could notice anything

"Oh my goodness. How are y'all doing, come on over here an give me a hug." Lauren exclaimed. 

They each hugged her. Samantha drifted into Ian's arms without hesitation, letting his warmth seep into her cold limbs. He looked down at her, as he rubbed his palm up and down her arm. Th

"Hey you, I thought you were going to be getting some rest." 

Samantha looked at him with an adorable grin. "I did. Now me, mom, and Caroline, are going to go and get some much needed pampering. We stopped by to see if Ma wanted to come with us."

"Aw sweetie that is so thoughtful." Lauren said.

"We just figured you needed it." She replied.

"But I couldn't just close down the shop like this."

"Mom, you can go ahead. I'll watch the shop for you." Ian kissed Samantha's cheek, before ushering them out of the shop.

***

At the Salon, Lauren was seated at the nail station, Belinda sat in the beautician's chair, as the girls sat in the oversize chairs while their feet soaked. The employees focused on their feet, completely ignoring the conversations surrounding them. 

"So, have you and, "you know who" done it, again." Caroline boldly asked.

Samantha's eyes bulged, and she immediately looked over to her mother. Luckily, she wasn't paying any attention to them. "Let everyone know why you don't." 

Caroline shrugged with a sheepish smile. "My bad." 

"No, we haven't." She finally answered. "The timing hasn't been right for that."

"Oh, but look at you, you want it. He has turned you into a freak." 

Samantha rolled her eyes, and tried to keep from cracking a smile. "I'm not a freak." She said matter of factly. "But, how bout he has planned for us to go to a resort for a few days."

"That's so romantic. When are you two, planning on leaving?"

Samantha grinned at her. "Honey, we taking y'all too."

Caroline couldn't help the excitement that bubbled over, as she pulled Samantha into a hug. "Thank you, thank you."

"You'd have to thank Ian, I had nothing to do with it." She pulled back, and gave the woman at their feet apologetic smiles. "In fact he surprised me with the news. Im just as excited as you are."

"Yeah I bet. So if you two haven't gotten it in yet, you most definitely will on this little trip."

"Girl your crazy." Samantha shook her head. "While you're worrying about my sex life, you should be thinking about what Michael is going to do when he gets a hold on that ass."

"It's way too soon for something like that to go down between me, and him." Caroline replied.

"So you say." Samantha laughed. "I've seen how you look at him. It's only a matter of time, before you two can't withstand the temptation."

"Girls, what are you two going on about?" Lauren asked. 

Both grown women whipped their head towards her with guilty expressions, as a child would after being caught red-handed doing something they had no business. No, way were they going to look at her, and admit they were talking about sex just a minute ago. Shaking their head, they said 'nothing,' in unison. Looking at each other they giggled, before turning their gaze back towards Lauren. 

"Hmmm." Lauren eyed them seeing if they would crack.

"I just told Caroline about the trip Ian has planned for us." She motioned at herself, and Caroline.

Lauren eyes widened, and she visibly had to catch her breath. Quickly she got herself under control, and smiled at the girls to save face. "That sounds so exciting, darling." She couldn't help but to wonder if Ian planned to pop the question, while away on this trip. No way would he cut her, and his father out of the special moment.

"Yeah he's taking us to Jiminy Peaks, for a few days."

"And when were you planning to tell me?" Belinda said, as she joined the conversation. 

Samantha looked to her mother. "Mom, he just told me he made the reservation this morning."

Belinda's face was full of disapproval. Activities such as that frighten her, one of the reasons why Samantha never experienced it. "Now why do y'all want to go and throw yourselves down a snowy hill? That's doesn't sound like fun. It's dangerous."

"Sounds pretty fun to me." Samantha joked, but when her mom pursed her lips, and crossed her arms, she straighten. "Come on, ma. It's not as bad as you think."

"How do you know?" Belinda quipped.

"Thousands of people ski, or snowboard, mama. We will be fine, I promise."

"You better, because if something happens to you guy's I'm whopping all of your asses." Lauren added, seriously. Before turning back to the nail station to observe her French mani. Everyone including the staff, laughed at the woman. 

By the time the women left the Salon it was approaching late afternoon. They decided to hit the shops to do a bit of shopping. Caroline, and Samantha slipped into Victoria secrets, while the moms went into a thrift shop. Within moments of browsing Caroline found a sexy mesh halter trimmed in lace, the color of bright cherry, with a matching G-string. She walked over to Samantha, at the perfume section.

"Sam, Darling we have to get this for you." Caroline stated, frightening Samantha.

"Carol, you scared the crap out of me." She said, clutching her chest. Her eyes drifted down to the material in her hand.

Caroline told her the sexy lingerie would be perfect for her. She then tried to get her to take the item. "Caroline have you lost your mind? I can't wear this." She took the hanger and looked at the price tag. "$29.50! For this, there's barely anything here." She stated flabbergasted.

Caroline laughed hysterically, at Samantha's expression. Her eyes were wide, mouth was agape, and she clearly was serious, making it more humorous to Caroline. After a moment, Caroline pulled herself together enough to stand straight. She looked around the store at the other shoppers, and saw a sales rep, eyeing them suspiciously. She shrugged. Turning back to Samantha she grabbed her arm, and pulled her towards the dressing rooms. 

"That's the point." She started. Turning to the sales rep at the dressing room she asked for a room. When the girl unlocked the door, Caroline walked in, dragging Samantha along. "Now at least try it on. I think it's hot. "Caroline crossed her arms, waiting for Samantha.

"What the-" Caroline's ringer cut her off. Looking at the caller ID Caroline answered with a huge smile.

"Bell, what's up babe?" She asked as she answered the phone. She laughed at something Annabel said, as Samantha stood back and listen to the one sided convo. Caroline turned her gaze back to her, and placed her hand on her shapely hip. "I see you still ain't moved."

Samantha rolled her eyes, and began to strip out of her layers of clothing. Knowing Caroline wasn't going to let her out of this dressing room until she did. Down to her under wear she grabbed the top, and eased into the top, before adjusting her tits. "There! Happy now?" she placed her hands on her hip.

Caroline stopped in mid-sentence on the phone, as she turned to look at Samantha. Her mouth dropped open. "Girl, you look amazing." Annabel hung up the phone, only to call back on video call. 

"Let me see." Annabel said. Caroline turned the camera around. "Maldita su caliente." (Damn your hot)

Samantha shook her head wandering how she ever met these two. Turning around to the floor to ceiling mirror she looked at her body. She was very shapely, that's for sure. She looked at her tits, and couldn't help but to agree that they did look amazing in the mesh. The lacey material displayed hints of her pudgy chocolate belly, which instantly made her second guess the item of clothing.

"Is that for a certain someone?" Annabel asked. 

"Oh yeah! That person being Ian Queen." Caroline added.

"Guy's I don't think this is going to work. I mean look at this." She pinch her belly fat. "Who's going to want to see this?"

"You cannot be serious." Annabel said, voice slightly raised. "Don't you dare put yourself down! You know for a fact that man loves every inch of you. Now what you're going to do is buy that sexy little number you have on, wear it, and rock that man's world."

"Sam, you look amazing. Stop being self-conscious. You're hot." She squatted Samantha's ass, and winked. "Now change. Then we have to accessorize, and then head out."

Samantha playfully rolled her eyes, and changed back into her outfit. She then followed Caroline throughout the store to find things to go with the top. By the time they left the store, both she and Caroline had arms full of merchandise. Both decided to get the tops, as well as silk robs, and tantalizing body mists. They both were sure, they would nab the two men in their lives for good.



The Winter of Temptation Ch. 11



Author's note: I appreciate all the support, love, and patients you guys, show me. I just wanted to say thank you for sticking with me, through this journey with Samantha & Ian. This isn't the end of the story guys, so don't worry. I have plenty left in store for my favorite couple. Also, some may have not seen my update in my bio, but the reason it took me as long as it did with this chapter is because my grandma died, and I took it very hard, and so did my muse for a while. But I'm back now, and I got you guess a pretty hefty chapter. Any who I love you guys. Til next time. 

Soulholder11 

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December 17 

Samantha packed the last bit of her accessories and placed it in her suit case. Lifting the oversized bag from the bed, she rolled it across the room. When she reached the door she sat her bag there, and picked up her large winter jacket, and beanie cap. Grabbing her purse from her dresser she then grabbed the suitcase and strolled out of the room, and down the stairs. Reaching the bottom, she went to the kitchen to find her dad. 

"Morning daddy." She greeted kissing her father's cheek. 

He turned around from the stove to kiss her cheek, and smile. "Morning baby girl." He perused her attire. "Where you headed this early in the morning baby?" 

Samantha pursed her lips, taking her time with her reply. She hopped up onto the countertop, allowing her short limbs to dangle. Moving a strand of hair behind her ear she finally looked up to her dad. 

"Um, Caroline and I are going on a little trip with the guys this weekend." She replied, rubbing her ear nervously. 

She was very aware of the fact that her dad was not a big fan of Ian's. All the more reason why she was very hesitant and afraid of telling him, they had officially become an item. The day that he found out would be very stressful, she already knew. But there was absolutely no way to avoid it, especially with Ian's parents being in on the situation. 

"Baby girl, what do you mean? Where y'all planning on going? Does your mom know about this?" He rattled off question after question. 

"Yeah! Wait mom didn't tell you about the trip? I told her days ago." 

His brows drew together, and Samantha found herself a target of his heated glare. 

"No she hadn't told me anything." 

Samantha jumped down from the counter. "Daddy, it's not a big deal. We're only going to be gone for the weekend." 

Samantha wrapped her arms around his toned waist, placing her head against his heaving chest. "Daddy, I promise we will be okay." 

"That's not my only concern, baby." He held her close, and exhaled deeply. "So when will you be back again? 

Samantha stepped back, with a laugh. "I'll be back probably on Sunday." 

"Bradley, sweetie have you seen my address book?" Belinda strolled into the kitchen. 

"No, darling last time I saw your book, it was on the coffee table. 

Bradley, turned back to the stove to finish the French toast, sausage, and eggs. He ushered them to take a seat at the kitchen islands, while he made their plates. Samantha took her plate, and sliced into her French toast. Taking a bite, she almost had a mini orgasm. Nothing was better than her father's French toast. She finished her French toast quickly, feeling more hungry than usual. Spooning a fork full of eggs, she brought it to her month. Immediately she felt a wave of nausea hit. Throwing the fork down, Samantha rushed out of her seat to the bathroom, down the hall. Barely making it to the toilet, before the contents she had just eaten came up as bile. 

After a full minute of puking her brains out. Samantha came to her feet, and went to the sink to rinse her mouth out. "Ugh." She grimaced. Looking at her reflection, she couldn't help but think, 'what the hell,' worry, began to surface. 

"No, oh no, calm down Samantha. You're overreacting. Breathe." 1, 2, 3...inhale. 1, 2, 3...exhale. "You just ate way too fast. That's all." Reaching under the sink she grabbed a spare toothbrush that she knew her mom kept in stock for guest, and brushed her teeth. Taking a moment to regain her composure. She gave herself a final once over before she walked back to the kitchen. 

Belinda noticed her first, and gave her a concerned expression. "Baby, you feeling okay?" She placed the back of her palm, against her forehead. "You're not running a fever..." She stated looking her over. 

"Ma, I'm okay. I think I just ate my food to fast." She plastered a smile on her face to dispel her mother's worry. "I promise I feel fine." 

Turning to Caroline, she realized her friend was giving her the eye. "Morning, to you too babe." She stated, placing her bottom, in Caroline's lap. 

"Good morning." She wrapped her arm around Samantha's waist. "You sure you feeling alright?" 

Samantha nodded, ignoring the sly look Caroline still wore. "I feel fine. Just probably a little too excited." 

Caroline smiled, as she continued to nibble on her sausage. "Yeah me too, I'm ready to see this place." 

"You're gonna love it. You got everything packed, already?" Samantha eyed Caroline's plate, and felt her stomach wobble once more. Trying to play it off she took another strip of French toast, and nibbled. 

"Yeah I finished earlier, I'm assuming the guys are gonna be here in a bit." 

Samantha nodded. "I haven't called Ian yet. But I'm pretty sure he's going to want to get on the road, while they are still clear." 

As if they were psychically connected, the doorbell rung, at that exact moment. 

"I'll get it." Samantha stated, as she hopped off Caroline's lap, and rushed to the door. 

Opening it Ian was standing there with a bouquet of white and lilac Candytufts. He handed her the flowers, and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. 

"Morning beautiful." He whispered next to her ear as he brought her into his arms for a hug. 

"Morning Ian." She exhaled. He pulled back too soon for her, but she realized why once she saw Michael walk through the front door. 

"Hey Sam." 

"What's up?" 

"Nothing." He replied, giving her a hug. "Mmmm...What smells soo delicious?" 

"Hey, hey." Ian grunted, pulling Samantha from Michaels embrace. 

Michael laughed. "Relax bro, I mean food. I smell food." 

"You're such a fatty, Mike." Samantha laughed. "Follow me." She led them to the kitchen. 

"Good morning you two." Belinda greeted. Bradley gave a curt nod, and Caroline smiled goofily. 

"Y'all want breakfast?" Belinda asked. 

"Definitely." 

"Yeap." 

They answered in unison. 

Belinda fixed them both a plate and passed it to them. They began to eat in silence, when Bradley spoke up suddenly. 

"Where'd you get those flowers, baby girl?" 

Samantha paused, and looked to her dad, who quietly sipped on his coffee. She then looked at Ian, before returning her gaze to her father. "I...umm..." 

"I bought those for her sir." Ian spoke up. 

Bradley's steel gaze locked onto his. "What would cause you to do such a thing?" 

Ian placed his fork on the plate, and leveled his gaze on her father. All was quiet as the two held a stare off, Samantha, as well as everyone else gaze darted back and forth between the two. 

"Well, because I thought it would be nice. Plus they, are beautiful, just like her." 

Bradley shifted from his lean against the counter as he placed the cup down. "Boy, what kinda g-" 

"Ah, that was so sweet of you, Ian." Belinda, interrupted, coming to stand next to Bradley. "Don't you think so darling?" She rubbed his chest, beckoning him to calm down, and look at her. 

Finally it worked and his tense body relaxed a fraction. He gazed down at his wife, and gave her a nod, silently letting her know he was once again calm. Yet Belinda stayed by his side, as Bradley grabbed his cup of coffee, and openly glared at Ian. 

"So I think we should be heading out." Samantha stated, nervously. She was afraid to look her father's way, and the tension was definitely still present in the room. 

"Alright sweetie, come over here and give your mama a hug before you head out." 

Samantha got up, looking over at Ian, she could see he was a bit upset so she laid her hand on his. "Can you take my bags to the car?" 

Ian smiled. "Of course, you'll be in my car." He got up. "Thanks for the breakfast." He stated before walking out of the room. 

Alone with her parents, Samantha fiddled with her hair, and waited to hear it from her dad. 

"Samantha Kailee Wilson, what in God's name is that boy up too?" 

"Dad don't. I just want to enjoy the holidays, with my family and friends. Please, can we just no do this?" 

"She's right, let it be Bradley." Belinda interrupted. "She's a grown woman, let her be." 

Bradley looked at his wife, with shock. He wanted to disagree, but Belinda placed her finger over his lip. Looking at Samantha, she smiled. "Go ahead baby girl, be safe." 

She kissed her mother's cheek, and hugged her tightly. She looked at her dad, not expecting him to open up his arms for her, yet he did. She sighed in relief, as she hugged him. 

"I love you, baby girl." 

"I know, daddy. I love you too." 

Placing her thick jacket on, she waved, before going out the door. 

*** 

They were an hour into their 2 hour 45 minute drive to Lanesborough, and Ian could barely keep his gaze away from Samantha. She was sitting quietly, bobbing her head to the radio as she gazed at the snowy scenery that passed by. 

He grabbed her hand, causing her. To turn to him, still mouthing the words to her song. When he began to chuckle at her, she couldn't resist, she cocked her head to the side. "What's so funny?" 

He turned back to the road, and saw her turn around in her seat to stare at him. 

"Why did you, bring me these flowers." She fiddled with the ribbon on the bouquet. "You had to know my dad, would become suspicious. Then you challenge him!?" 

Ian shrugged his shoulders. "What was I supposed to do? He asked a question Sammy, I supplied an answer." 

"Ian..." She sighed. "You know what I mean." 

Ian kept one hand on the wheel, while he moved the other one to her knee. "Listen, I'm sorry. But Samantha what could I have said? Your father will find out sooner or later." 

Samantha looked away. "I know. It's just that he's going to be...so difficult." 

They were in line at a toll. "Hey." He grabbed her chin. "It's okay. We will get through it." He kissed her lips, and moaned at the sweet taste of the cinnamon sugar still left from the French toast. 

Behind them they heard a car honk, and they both laughed. Ian paid the toll and they continued on. The closer they drew near to their destination the more excited Samantha became, she began to inch up in her seat. 

"I can't believe I finally get to go." 

Ian chuckled. "If I had known you would get this excited I would have took you before now." 

"So where are we staying?" 

"Baby, it's a surprise. But just know that it's amazing." He said, enthusiastically. 

She grinned and turned her attention back towards the window. 

Her phone flashed, so she looked down to see it was a text from Caroline. 

"Saw your little steamy lip lock. What was that all about!? Hmmm" 

Samantha laughed out loud, and replied. "It was nothing." 

"Liar. Lol I'm going to get all the dirty details." 

"Yea sure. Ian said we're almost there. Aren't you excited?" She questioned to change the subject. 

"Hell yeah I'm excited. Excited to finally get off my ass. It's numb." 

Samantha couldn't help but laugh. 

"Baby, all I hear is Blank spaces. Does your ringtone really have to be Taylor Swift?" 

Samantha cut her eye at him. "You know I love Tay Tay, so why you playing?" She replied with sass. 

He smirked and shook his head. He knew he had better shut up. 

*** 

Before long they were pulling up into this wooded area. Where in the distance Samantha could clearly see the snow caped mountains up ahead. She gasped as they pulled up to this beautiful floor to ceiling windowed cabin. With its high beams, and beautiful rustic wood, she could tell it was of modern design. He pulled up and parked inside the two car garage, Michael pulled right along beside him. Cutting the engine, Ian looked over to her, and rubbed her cheek with a smile. 

"We're here." He opened the car and got out. Michael meet him around the trunk, they got the luggage out. "The door is unlock babe. Head on inside, we're coming right behind you." 

Samantha and Caroline rushed inside. Passing through the laundry room, they entered the living room and swooned. Caroline fell on to the huge sectional, dragging Samantha down with her. 

"Oh, its sooo comfy." 

Ian walked in carrying an arm full of luggage, one look at them, and he laughed. "Im going to put this up in our room. Be good." He winked at Samantha. "Bro, we're taking upstairs, ya'll got the room down here." 

Ian disappeared upstairs, as Michael vanished somewhere in the back of the cabin. Samantha sat up and admire her surroundings once more. 

"This is beautiful. I mean look at that view." She pointed towards the huge scenic windows, to the snowy Mountain beyond. "I'm in love." 

"Good. That means I've done my job. You want to see our room?" Ian had appeared out of nowhere. She nervously wiped her clammy palms over her jeans, before taking the hand he offered. 

Ian led her upstairs. On the top level they came upon a lounging area, complete with a huge flat screen and a beautiful love seat designed for a couple. There was a nice entertainment center that sat in the center of the room, and she became eager to relax in front of it. 

"I can't wait to relax in front of that." 

"I know what you mean, baby. Check out the fireplace in the corner." Ian pointed to the huge electric fireplace sitting off in the corner. He then grabbed her hand, and pulled her into the master bedroom. As they entered she grinned goofily, and pulled him down to her level. Allowing her to smash her lips into his firm ones. He drove his tongue into her sweet cavern, and captured the gasped that followed. With a ferrous growl, Ian lifted Samantha up off her feet, and backed her into the nearest wall. Feasting from her lips, like a man starved. 

"Sammy." Ian moaned. Trying to regain composure, seizing the rapid hardness growing between them. Samantha could not answer him, for she couldn't get enough of his taste. Yet their passion was halted by the clearing if someone's throat. 

"Guys! Have you no patience's." Caroline giggled. Michael stood at her side, wearing a grin as well. 

Samantha blushed deeply, and pushed against Ian's chest. He dropped her legs, and backed away. Whirling around he gave the laughing pair a glaring eye. Before he could speak, he felt a small gentle hand push him aside. 

"Damn it. You and your pop ups Carol." Samantha groaned. 

"Oh gosh, Excuse me." She replied, laughing. "There's plenty of time for that you two little freaks." 

Ian shook his head, and turned back to her. "Get comfortable, and relax. I'll be back shortly." He pecked her lips. 

"Where you going?" She questioned. 

"Just going to pick up our passes, when I return, I'm going to take you to pick up some gear. How's that sound?" 

She stood on tip toes, bringing her closer to eye level. "That sounds awesome." Kissing him once more, she backed up, and watched him, as he left with Michael in tow. 

"Ah you loveable slut." Caroline gushed. She walked over to the massive bed sitting in the center of the room. "I didn't know you were that eager." 

Samantha rolled her eyes. "It wasn't like that. We just got a little carried away." 

"Of course you did." She sighed. "This is a great place, though. Beautiful." 

"I'm so happy you're here, to enjoy it with me." She kicked off her shoes, and flung her jacket over the back of a chair. "You like your room." 

"Duh! It's amazing. Besides I get to share it with a hot guy." 

"Are you nervous about sharing the same bed as Michael?" 

Caroline giggled. "Why would I be? It's not like I've never lain with a man before." 

Samantha removed her scarf from around her neck, and threw it into Caroline's face. 

"Shut up." She fell into the chair, and threw her legs over the arms "Everyone can't be as bold, and carefree as you Ms. Thang." 

"So you're saying you're nervous to sleep with Ian?" Caroline questioned. 

Samantha flustered. "No way." She lied. 

"You're such a bad liar." She picked. "It's totally obvious that you are Babe." 

With a huff, Samantha threw her head back against the chair. "Well what am I supposed to do about it Carol?" She looked to her friend with question. "I've only ever done it once for goodness sake." 

"Sweetie, do not overthink it. Just let things naturally happen." She flipped her hair flirtatiously. "You are a passionate ebony goddess, and you have that man wrapped around your finger. So work what your mama gave you, bae." 

Samantha stared at her with a blank face. "Oh my god. I'm going to suck." She groaned. 

Caroline laughed, and stood up. "You're not. Get up, let's find the kitchen." She pulled Samantha from the chair, and out the door. 

Samantha took to the pantry, as Caroline went through the fridge. Samantha set her sights on a jar of Nutella. Suddenly she wanted it with a need so bad she didn't pause to grab a spoon. Opening the jar, she took the seal off and dipped her finger inside. She moaned as the sweetness hit her tongue, almost instantly curing the nagging crave she had acquired. 

"Sam, why you so quiet? Do you see-" 

Opening the partial door, Caroline caught Samantha red- handed with her had in the jar. "What in the hell?" She said through her laughter, not able to breathe, because all she saw was Samantha's hand, and mouth covered in Nutella. Her eyes were wide with guilt, and embarrassment. 

"What!?" She sucked her finger, and shrugged. "I wanted some Nutella." 

"Babe, there's a little invention called a spoon, ever heard of one." Caroline picked. 

"Oh shut up. Don't make me feel worse than I alrea-" 

"Samantha?" Where are you baby?" Ian called out. Before he suddenly, appeared behind Caroline, at the pantry door. He took one look at her, and bellowed. 

"What's going on?" Michael asked entering the kitchen. 

Samantha felt her blush start at her ears, before it rapidly spread. She closed the lid on the jar, and pushed past three of her favorite dummies. She went to the sink to wash off her hands, and mouth before searching for something to quench her thirst. She found bottled water, taking a swig she took to leaning against the counter, she noticed they were finishing up their laughter at her expense. 

"Done?" Her voice was full of sarcasm. For some reason she couldn't stop the small pout that appeared on her face. 

"I'm done, baby." He walked over to her. "Come here." He pulled her into his arms. With his index finger he coaxed her face up. "I missed you." 

Samantha looked up at him, with skepticism. "Really?" He had been gone less than 15 minutes. 

"Yes really." He smirked, placing his forehead against hers. "Did you miss me? Or did Nutella replace me?" 

Samantha smacked her lips with a roll of her eyes, she pushed against him. "Whoa... Calm down baby." 

Hugging her to him he turned his back against the counter, as he continued to hold her in his arm. "So, are you ready to go shopping?" He grinned, and she could see the crinkles at his eyes. "Isn't that like every woman's favorite word?" He teasingly rubbed his nose, against hers. 

Samantha sighed. "Why can't I stay mad at you?" She locked eyes with his beautiful blue ones. 

"Because you love me." He stated. 

"I do." She replied immediately, with no hesitation. They gazed at each other for a long moment, neither looking away. Samantha stood on her tip toes, while pulling him down to her level. She pushed her lips into his, enjoying the feeling of his body pressed so close to her. 




The Winter of Temptation Ch. 11



"God, we walk out of the room, and come back, and you two are locking lips." 

Samantha pulled her lips away from his, to look over her shoulder. "Huh?" She feigned innocence. 

"You didn't even know we was gone." 

Samantha blushed, as she shrugged her shoulder. 

"You two are too much." 

"So are we heading out?" Michael asked, leaning his arms on to the counter. 

"Yeah. I just have to grab my jacket." Samantha ran upstairs to grab her stuff. 

"She seems to be very happy." Caroline voiced. 

Ian looked to her, and nodded. "That's all I want to accomplish." 

"You better." Caroline, gave him a serious look, before she turned to Michael. "Are you gonna help me out there? 

"Of course." Michael moved closer to her. "I have no problem with that." He cupped her cheek, and moved his face inches from hers. 

"I'm ready!" Samantha appeared, bundled up in her thick Northface jacket, warm hand knitted beanie, and gloves. 

"Great." Ian, walked to her grabbed her hand, and tugged her towards the garage. "Let's go." 

The ride to the Sports shop, was a short one, when they got in she looked around, totally lost. Ian took her hand and guided her towards the gear section. 

"You're going to need a thicker coat, some heavy snowboarding boots, a helmet and some goggles." 

Samantha nodded her head, as she went over to a slick grey jacket lined in a peach coloring by North Face. The style and color drew her in, but when she flipped the price tag over, and saw that it cost $249.00, her eyes widen, and she backed away from it while shaking her head. 

Ian looked up from his phone, with a question written amongst his face. "You don't like that one baby?" 

Samantha eyes widen once more, when she realized that Ian had noticed her hesitation at the high price items. "No. It's not that. It was cute." She replied, looking around to insure no one was watching them. 

"What's the problem?" He chuckled moving towards the rack she stood near. 

Samantha squinted her eyes. "Have you seen these prices!?" She whispered excitedly. 

Ian shook his head no, before he picked up the coat, she had turned from. Looking at the price, he then looked back to her. "And?" He drew out his word, to signify his cluelessness to her point. 

"And!?" She grabbed the jacket, put it back on the rack. "That's too much." She picked up one that was a bit cheaper at $50.00 "I'll get this one." 

"Oh no, you're not going to settle for less Samantha. You pick out what you want, no matter the cost." He grabbed the jacket she had picked out first. "I like this one." He grabbed her hand, and kissed the tips. "Don't fight me on this." 

Samantha stretched up to him, and pecked his lips. "I can't promise you anything. But I'll try." 

"I wouldn't expect it any other way." With his hand at the small of her back, he held her closer. "Your one tough chick." 

She lightly tapped his stomach with her fist. "Where's Carol? Shouldn't she be getting her things as well?" 

"Michael texted me." Ian held up his phone. "He said that him, and Caroline got a little side tracked. That they are going to catch up with us in a little bit." 

Samantha giggled. "Typical. What am I going to do with her?" She replied rhetorically. 

"Hmm." He shrugged his shoulder. "Question is what do you want to do with me?" Ian wiggled his eyebrows, closing in closer to her face. 

She pushed him back. "You're such a perv." She went back to looking around. Ian helped her pick out all the gear she needed. Playfully teasing her, or stealing a kiss whenever he could. The sexual tension buzzing between them grew more, every time they shared a look, or touch. 

"This one matches your jacket." He held the helmet up, showing her a slick grey helmet, with POC Written in bright letters. 

"What does POC mean?" She scrunched up her face in the cutest way to him. "Is that like the brand?" 

His shoulders began to tremble, as he looked away to hide his laughter. Samantha noticed it and felt stupid. "Yeah. It's the brand babe." He coughed to cover up his laugh. "I swear you were meant to be a blonde. Let's try it on." He sat the helmet on top of her head, helping her adjust the straps. 

"It looks good on you." 

She smiled brightly. "I'll get this one." 

Ian walked away, only to return shortly with a pair of all black goggles, with tinted two tone lenses. Slipping them on, he turned her to a full length mirror. "There." 

Samantha cocked her head to the side, as she slid the goggles off. "I look like I have no clue on what I'm doing." 

"I'm going to teach you. Just trust me Sammy." He took her helmet and goggles to the counter, where he asked for a clerk to assist him with picking out her boots, and bracket. After much bickering, and second guessing, she decided on a pair of black Nike boots with a Peach color swoop. As they reached the counter, the young boyish clerk rang up her items, nervously glancing at her, every once in a while. Ian watched as the young blushing teenage boy stared at Samantha, and felt the need to fuck with him. Clearing his throat, he witness the boy head jerk up to meet his taller gaze, which held a deep scowl. 

The boy, whose name read 'Joshua' on his name tag, looked back down to the register as a scarlet tint began to creep up along his neck, to spread to his cheek and ears. Ian smiled, and nodded in satisfaction. Samantha who gaped up at the big oaf, nudged him roughly in the rib, knocking the air from his body. She leaned on the counter, getting Joshua's attention. "Don't mind him and his caveman ways. He's an oaf." 

The boy smiled shyly, as he finished ringing every item. "That's going to be $1369.80." 

Samantha's mouth dropped to the floor. She looked up to Ian, who only produced his wallet, and Black Card. Her eyes felt like they would join her mouth on the floor. The kid swipe the card, handed it back to Ian who took her things, placed his hand at her back, and ushered her out to the car. 

"Curly, you didn't have to spend all that money on me." 

Ian waved her concern away. "That's not important Sammy. What's important is your happiness." He started up the car. "I have a surprise for you." 

He maneuvered his car back to their cabin. Inside he placed all of her stuff down before he returned to his car. She sat down on the couch, patiently she surfed Facebook on her phone as she waited for him to come back. When she heard his heavy boots stomping through the house, she looked up towards the entrance. When he came in he held a strap across his broad shoulder. 

"What's that?" She asked curiously. He removed the strap, and placed the bag attached on the coffee table. Falling onto the couch beside her he slouched back, with his long legs spread out. 

"Open it and see." He replied. 

She cut her eye at him and muttered, "Smartass," before she looked back at the bag. Grabbing the bag, she realized it was heavier than she thought. Pulling it in to her lap, she unzipped the zipper. Inside the bag, she found a beautiful snowboard, with splashes of green, blue, and purple with a black backsplash. In green scripted writing was, 'limelight.' The name of her board. 

"You've done so much for me. All this money you're spending, you don't have to... to buy my love." 

She turned in the couch and crossed her legs Indian style. She leaned forward and moved a curly tendril from his brow. "You don't have to impress me with money, curly. I've known you all my life. I know your heart and that's why I love you." 

Ian sat up. "I just want you to have the best, everything your heart desires. So I don't care about money, it's irrelevant. Your happiness is worth so much more." 

"My heart desires you, curly." A tear fell from her eye. "Just you." She swiped at her tear, and gave him a watery smile. 

He groaned, and wrapped his arm around her waist. "Don't you already know?" He pecked her lips. "You have me. My heart, my soul, my world. It's already yours." 

Samantha gasped. As Ian pushed forward, sending her back into the plush cushions of the couch. His lips commanded her's, as he passionately grinded his hips into hers. Samantha felt his hardness press into her mound. Instinctively her hips thrust upwards to meet his, as her legs wrapped around his lean waist. Ian's big hand gripped her tender breast through her sweater, kneading them with expertise, as he worked his way from her lips down to the sweet spot on her neck. 

"Ian." She moans, gripping a fist full of his hair. "Not here. I don't want it to happen like this." 

He lifted his head from the crook of her shoulder with a dishearten groan. He looked at her, and confirmed that he understood. "No pressure, baby. We can take it slow." He adjusted his thick member within his pants to a more comfortable position. "Even if it kills me." He chuckled partially joking. 

Samantha blushed with a smile as she tore her gaze away from the sight of his engorged dick making an astounding tent in his pants. She couldn't admit to him that she was a bit afraid to once again take on him that way, afraid that she wouldn't know what to do. 

"Any way, how about you change into your new jacket, and snow boots, I wanna take you on the soaring eagle zip line." 

Samantha's eyes lit up. 

"As you change, I'm going to see what mike and Carol is up too." Kissing her forehead he went in search for the two. Coming to stop at their bedroom door, he heard laughter, and playful batter. He knocked, and waited for someone to acknowledge him. After a minute, the door came open with Michael standing in front of him, shirtless. "Hey man, what happen to you two? Sammy, was waiting on you guys to show." 

Ian looked over Michael's head to see Caroline sprawled on her back, with a gigantic smirk on her face. Luckily for him, she was fully dressed, instead of being naked as the day she was born. 

"We got a little caught up in the moment, man." He glanced back at her with a smile. "She's special, dude." 

Ian felt happy for his friend, he knew out of all people that Michael deserved someone good in his life. It was even better since the girl turns out to be his woman's best friend. It brought all of them together closer than ever before. "I'm happy for you man." He patted his shoulder. "Do you think that you guys are going to be able to ever pull yourselves from that bed, and get out of the house?" 

"Of course." He chuckled. "She's just addictive you know what I mean?" 

Ian smirked knowingly. "Actually I do." He checked the time on his watch. "Alright man, me, and Sammy are about to go zip lining. She's real excited so, I'm going to start showing her around. 

"Did I hear you say zip lining?" Caroline stood next to Michael, who naturally put his arm around her shoulder. 

"Yeah. We got all of her gear earlier." he smirked down at her, causing her to blush and look away. "So yeah, were just going to enjoy the rest of the afternoon." 

"You want to go zip lining?" Michael looked down, at her. "Then afterwards we can get you some gear." 

"I like the sound of that. " She smiled and pecked his lips. "Where's my girl?" She asked turning back to Ian. 

He pointed towards the living room. He waited for Caroline to get out of sight before he turned back to Michael. "Mike, you two got it in already?" Ian couldn't help but wonder. 

Shaking his head, Michael pulled a sweatshirt over his head. "No, we just did a bit of heavy petting, and making out. We both wanted too but she felt as if it would be too soon, so I held back." 

"She's a keeper that's why buddy." He waited by the door as Michael continued to gather his stuff. "After we go zip lining, you two are going back to the shop to get her gear?" 

"Yeah, I guess. If she's still up for it. Sam got all that she needs?" he asked. 

"Of course, I made sure she got everything she needed. I couldn't bare it if a single scratch was to mark her beautiful skin. And I will ensure the same thing for Carol, so when you get there just charge it too my account." 

Michael paused to look at his friend. "You sure man? All of this has got to be pricey." 

Ian waved it off. "I just want our women to enjoy themselves, while completely being safe." He arched a brow. "She is your woman now right?" He questioned referring to Caroline. 

"For all intents and purposes." He smirked. "I'm ready, let's go." 

***** 

The wait wasn't a long one, they reached the top, and waited as the couple ahead of them enjoyed their ride. The lift pulled the couple backwards, taking them up higher and higher. Samantha covered her mouth in excitement, she looked up to Ian, to insure he was seeing the same thing she was. Looking back up she saw them stop for a second, before they were propelled forward. When the couple came to a stop, the staff member went to each and helped unbuckle their safety belts, before escorting them to the exit. The employee opened the gate for Ian, and Samantha to enter. Ian gripped the seat to keep it from swaying as Samantha hopped onto the seat. His long frame easily settled into the seat with his feet still on the ground. The employee, buckled them in, and smiled reassuringly. "You two ready?" 

Samantha nervously returned her smile, although she was more excited than anything, being high off the ground did rattle her nerves. Ian knew of her slight discomfort. He threw his arm over her shoulder, letting her know he was right there with her. 

"Were good." He told the employee. 

She rose the lift, and unhatched the clasped hook from the bottom. "Enjoy your ride!" She called out before they began to ascend backwards. Samantha clenched as the lift swayed gently. She placed her hand on Ian's thigh squeezing harder than she realized. 

"Relax, baby. You're safe, just enjoy the experience." 

Samantha tensed shoulders relaxed at the sound of his warm voice, at her ear. His breath warmed her body, as did the soft kiss he placed at her ear. "Look how beautiful this place is." 

She looked around, and witnessed a sight so beautiful, it made her want to cry. All of the snowcapped tree tops, stretched for miles and miles on end. There was a slither of sunshine in the sky, making the fluffy snow appear to be trillions of tiny diamonds clustered together. She turned to him with a grin. 

"It's amazing." 

"Get ready!" He shouted back, right as the lift stopped. Samantha threw her head back, as they took off, she found herself giggling as she threw her arms out to the side. 

"Whoa, GO Sam!" She heard Caroline shout, as they drew closer. When they came to a stop, they were ushered off the platform. 

"We have to do that again before we leave, it was just so freaking fun." Samantha rambled excitedly. She continued walking ahead not realizing Ian was leisurely trailing behind. After almost 5 minutes, Ian needed to reassure himself that she was taking proper breaths due to how fast she was going. Taking her hand, he tugged her towards him, and spun her around. 

Placing both hands on her cheeks, he held her in place. "Breath." He stated. Samantha's batted her wide eyes up at him, with a look of so much innocence's. Her lips were pressed together like a fish, due to his oversized hands cupping her puffy cheeks. With a laugh, he leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers. 

"Hmm." He hummed. "You're so special." 

"Mmhmm, you would know. For you sat right beside me on the short bus." She stated matter-of-factly. 

Pulling away she placed her hand on her hip. "What's next on the agenda for today?" She returned to the innocent woman from before, as if she hadn't just made that smart remark. 

Shaking his head, he walked towards her. She was so quick to switch attitudes, he failed to keep up majority of the time. "Let's see shall we." 

Pulling out a resort map from his back pocket, he maneuvered them through the park. 

"How about the Alpine slides." 

"Sure I'll try anything." 

Just as before the line moved quickly, because there were two lanes. When it was their turn he kissed her, and got on to the left slide as she got into the right. She took off first, speeding down the winding path. He realized that she was challenging him to race her. He leaned forward, shifting his weight forward to make him speed faster down the slide. He came up beside her, and grinned at her look of surprise. She tore her eyes away to focus on the path before her. Gripping the shift in between her legs, she leaned over lower, and inched farther up. Taking a quick glance in his direction, she stuck out her tongue. 

"Loser!" She called out. Leaving him in the dust, throughout the remainder of the course. 

Up ahead he could see she was nearing the red stop area, and knew he was defeated. 'Damn' he groaned. 

His cart slowed to a stop. Getting up he stretched out his long limbs, he picked up the cart, and put it off to the side. When he looked over at her she was standing patiently with her arms crossed, a shit-eating grin spread across her face. 

"I totally just kicked your ass." Her voice was full of cocky confidence. 

"Yeah well, you had a lucky heads start." 

"Oh you think? Well I say we go again and see who the true winner is." She challenged. 

Ian stared her down, loving her competitive nature, and the way she looked so feisty. 

"You're on." He answered. She stuck out her hand for him to shake. He looked down at her small palm, and chuckled yet he took it in his, and she shook it with all the strength she could muster. He tighten his palm a little when she started to release hers, pulling her to him he spun her around in his arms, trailing a kiss from her brow down to her nose, and cheek, before settling on her lips. The kiss was short, sweet, and brief, leaving her panting little frosty puffs. 

"But before we go for round two. I want to get some food in your belly." 

He checked his Phone for the time, it was 4 o'clock well past lunch time, and he was starving. They decided to eat at the John Harvard's restaurant and pub. Samantha shot a quick text, to Caroline inviting them to lunch. 

"Can I get a Sprite, and she would like a Dr. Pepper." He asked the waitress. She nodded and went to get their drinks. 

"What you in the mood for Sammy?" Ian asked, looking over the menu. 

"Bacon cheeseburger, extra Bacon, with season fries." Was her immediate answer, her appetite had definitely returned. 

"That sounds good baby. I think I'm going to get the double steak Burger." 

"Yummy." She moaned. 

The waitress returned with the drinks and pulled out her pad. Ian repeated their order, making sure she got everything right, before she left to put it in. 

Samantha took that time to look around. Taking in the coziness of the restaurant. It had a homey feel, with its dark browns, solid wood tables, low lighting, and rustic displays. The old fashioned dark oak bar, took up a large amount of space towards the back. As if it was the highlight of the place. Flat screens hung above it, showcasing numerous sports, which drew Ian's gaze Samantha noted. Yet she didn't mind, seeing as she had a text from Caroline, and Annabel. Caroline let her know that her, and Michael were on their way. As Annabel asked about her time here so far. 

"Curly?" Ian turned to look at her, with a guilty blush, creeping onto his cheek. Samantha found it to be too cute. "I'm going to run to the restroom real quick." 

He nodded, as he watched her head towards the bathroom. Inside, she rushed into a stall. The bathroom was fairly clean yet she didn't believe in sitting her ass on a public toilet. Squatting she relieved her bladder, noting how much longer it took her than normal. Flushing she exited the stall, and washed her hands. Pulling her beanie from her head, she groaned at the mess of strands sticking up everywhere. Running her fingers through the thick mass she finger combed it into a big messy bun. Then she touched up her lip balm, refusing to walk around with crusty dry lips from this weather, she thought about all of the kisses she shared with Ian, and thanked god she took care of every aspect of her body. 




The Winter of Temptation Ch. 11



With everything straight she walked back into the restaurant. When she reached her table she found Caroline sitting at her right, with Michael right at her side. 

"Hi there beautiful. Where have you been" Samantha asked. 

"Well, Michael took me shopping for my gear." Caroline replied, cutting her eye at Michael, as both men vehemently debated about a call made on one of the sports game. 

"That was so nice of him." Samantha cooed elbowing Caroline. 

"Well I'm finding out that he's a very nice, generous man the more and more I'm around him." 

"That's what you deserve, am I right?" Samantha joked. "Did you guys order?" 

"Uh huh. Girl he told me to get whatever I like. Whoa." She fanned herself dramatically. "You know I can get used to that." 

Samantha laughed. "Stop acting up." She chided, playfully. 

The waitress came over carrying a big black server tray. She placed down two big plates, containing a burger so big she doubted she could hold with one hand, and a fist full of fries. She also placed a few plates of appetizers on the table, huge crispy onion rings with a zesty sauce, mozzarella sticks with marinara, and a plate of cheesy bacon potato skins. 

In true Samantha fashion she snatched up a mozzarella stick and took a huge bite out of the delicious chewy fried cheese. 

"Mmmm." She moaned, closing her eyes as she chewed slowly, cherishing every bite. When she opened her eyes she saw that Ian was staring directly at her with heated eyes. His clear blues were beginning to change, something she began to notice whenever he became aroused or angry. 

Reaching out with his hand he used the pad of his thumb to remove a lengthy strand of mozzarella from her bottom lip. Without looking away he licked the cheese from his thumb. Leaning over he whispered in her ear. 

"I can't begin to explain how watching you simply eat, affects my body." He let out a ragged breath directly in her ear, causing her to shiver. "I don't understand what you do to me woman." He growled softly. 

Her breathing began to change, as she thought about what he said. Picking up her knife she cut her burger in half so she could manage it. Slowly she munched on a piece, finding a distraction in conversation with Caroline. She spared a fleeting glance in Ian's direction, but his attention was averted towards the game once more. 

When she figured he wasn't paying attention she reached over and picked up his heavy burger. Taking a bite, and then another, she quickly placed it back right as he turned back to his plate. Looking down at his burger his brows bunched together in confusion. Glancing around the table, he eyed each of them before his eyes settled onto Samantha who still chewed silently while looking down at her phone. She felt his eyes and glanced at him with an innocent smile. Ian cocked his brow, and his lips quirked. Reaching over he swiped sauce from the side of her lip. Realizing it was steak sauce from his burger, he grunted. 

"I knew it." 

Samantha looked at him with a smirk of her own, and simply shrugged. "It looked so good I had to try it." 

He grunted once again. "Yeah, seems as if you enjoyed it quite a bit. Judging by how much of my burger is gone." 

She waved her hand. "Aw boo hoo. Here..." She picked her burger up, and held it out for him. "Take a bite." 

Ian didn't hesitate, as he leaned forward and took a big chunk from hers. 

Samantha eyes widen. With a glare she reached over to his plate, stole a fry, and ate it right in his face without breaking eye contact. 

Ian bellowed, and eyes strayed to their table but no one cared as Michael's steak came out, along with Caroline's pasta, soon after. They played and joked around as everyone ate contentedly until Samantha had to push back from the table, while rubbing her belly, with satisfaction. 

"That was so good." She added. 

Samantha still had half of her burger and there were a few left over appetizers here and there. Caroline had a bit of pasta left, but for the guys, their plates were completely clean 

"You got that right I need a beer now." Michael added. 

Samantha slurped down the rest of her drink, as Ian signaled the waitress to come over. Suddenly Samantha let out a very unlady like belched, which had all eyes at the table on her, as well as a few others near their table. She covered her mouth with her hand, and embarrassingly squeaked, "Excuse me." 

Michael bursted with laughter, followed by Ian, and Caroline. 

"That was a good one, Sam." Michael boasted, as he belched. 

She blushingly sent a smile to him, that's why she loved him. He was like a big brother to her, always there to make her feel better, and make a bad situation better. 

"Are you ready for your bills?" The waitress asked. 

"Yes, we are. And can I also get a few take out plates if you don't mind?" Ian asked. 

"Of course not. I'll be back in a moment." 

"So has today been a success for you?" Ian questioned, moving in closer to her. 

"I would have to say so, Mr. Queen." She leaned into him. "But I haven't forgotten that rematch." 

Ian grinned. "Of course not, but perhaps we will take that up tomorrow. After all I don't want to burn you out on the first day." 

"Okay." She replied. 

The waitress returned with the checks, and takeout containers. The women gathered the remaining food, as the men handled the bill, each left a generous tip. Before the group left, to head for the cabin. 

Night had fallen quickly, as well as the snow. Large outdoor light post lite up numerous paths, and hills, guiding them safely back to their cabin. Once inside Michael went to heat of the enormous fireplace to knock the slight chill off the house, as the girls simultaneously spoke of showering. They giggled, and split up to go get cleaned up, and dressed down into something more comfy. 

Samantha showered in her favorite moonlight Jasmine body wash, before she stepped out and donned one of Ian's old worn high school jerseys. The shirt fit her like a dress, hanging loosely to her mid-thigh, barely covering her large bubbles ass clad in a pair of all black boy shorts. She moistured her skin, brushed her teeth, and hair. 

When she walked out of the steamy bathroom into their bedroom, she found Ian stripping out of his shirt. He heard her approaching, so he turned around to see her standing before him in his high school championship jersey. He had all but forgotten he had gave it to her all those years ago. But seeing her in it now, brought on a primal feeling of need on an entirely different level. 

Samantha observed his body, noting how his beltless slacks hung low on his hips, making his V more pronounced, and mouthwatering. The front of those very same slacks began to give way to a very large bulging tent. She gasped and tore her eyes away, to look into his. She saw that his jaw was clenched, and that his fist were balled around the shirt he had just removed. 

Clearing his throat, he knew he needed to go and practically drowned himself in a cold shower ASAP. Only that would help the raging passion inside of him, at this point, or so he hoped. It had to, because he wouldn't pressure her into doing anything that pertains to sex if she wasn't ready. 

"Uh, I'm going to go hop in the shower right quick baby." He moved past her, careful to not touch any part of her, because he wasn't sure how he would react to the softness of her skin against his. "I put our things up in the fridge, so you don't have to worry about that. Just curl up on the couch or whatnot, maybe we can watch a movie." 

"Okay." 

She walked out of the bedroom, into the entertainment area beside it. She found the remotes to operate the TV, and crawled on to the round love seat sectional designed for a couple to cuddle comfortably while watching television. She flipped through the channels aimlessly for a while, before settling on 'Lucy.' 

She felt a chill course through her, jumping up she ran back to their room grabbed a blanket, and on second thought also decided to run downstairs and grabbed two drinks for them. Running back upstairs she placed their drinks in the little drink holder attached to the sectional, before she fell back onto it out of breath. 

"Shit, I'm so out of shape." She gasped to herself. 

"What?" 

Samantha sat up with a start, so caught up in her mini impromptu exercise she hadn't realized the shower had stopped. Ian stood at the door to their bedroom, dressed in a pair of loose black sleeping pants, with a towel in hand drying his unruly curls. He looked dark, mysterious, and dangerous even. With his full stubbled beard, and slick damp muscles, it was all doing a helluva lot of damage on her fresh panties, they were quickly becoming drenched. 

He threw the towel somewhere behind him as he walked into the entertainment area. "What are we watching?" He asked. 

Samantha worked her throat hoping to produce enough saliva to aid her in talking. "Uh, Lucy. With Scarlett Johansson." 

"Ah! I heard that was good." He came and sat down next to her on the lovers couch. He scooted back into the cushions, and even then his long limbs were fully on the couch with room to spare. "Come here. I want to cuddle against all of those curves." 

Samantha rolled her eyes before she crawled to him, coming to rest inside of the crook of his arm. Her cheek laid directly on his bare chest, she could hear the calming beat of his heart, and it calmed her. He covered them up with the blanket she had grabbed. It was big enough for them both to have equal share in the warmth. 

They had caught the movie in the beginning so they both found themselves absorbed in the action flick. She stayed at his side, as he rubbed his rougher hand Up and down along her arm. It was hard to ignore, the sensations that the touch produced. Her nipples tightened, and her clit began to swell. She shifted in her seat, rubbing her body along his accidentally, once her breast brushed his side through the thin jersey, she couldn't contain her moan of pleasure. Once it was out she couldn't help but feel embarrassed. 

Ian looked down at her, with questioned, and she could only stare at him, with her lip firmly between her teeth, and her thighs tightly shut. 

"Baby?" He questioned, his voice husky, and low. 

She nibbled on her lip, contemplating on her actions, and what they would bring. His manly scent invaded her nose, as he leaned closer to her, making her say 'fuck it.' 

She threw her arms around his neck, pulling his lips down to hers. She suckled on his lips, as if she was a possessed mad woman. Plunging her tongue into his minty mouth. She moaned hungrily, causing Ian to answer with a growl of his own. 

His palm found its way up to her tit where he squeezed gently, and tweaked her nipple between the pads of his thumb and forefinger. He released her nipple to twirl his finger around the turgent sensitive tip. 

"Ugh." She moaned wantonly. Pulling her lips away, as she threw her head back. He went for her tender neck, she freely offered. Using his teeth he grazed her throat, before he suckled the pained sensation away. He continued, driving her mad. She threw her leg over his. Bringing her crotch right onto his leg. She radiated heat from her core, as if she was in heat, as she began to grind her pussy into his thigh. 

"Oh, Ian." She whispered. Rubbing her throbbing clit into him. 

Ian pulled away from her neck, placed his hand at her gyrating hip, to still her. 

"Samantha..." He growled. His jaw worked, as he clenched and unclenched noticeably, she could hear him grating his teeth to keep control. 

"I want you with everything in me. But I won't take you like this. Our next time will be more meaningful, when you're really ready." 

Samantha's hips stopped fighting his hand, as she laid still her horniness cooling. He noticed the change, as she turns her head away ashamed. 

With a grip to her chin he forced her eyes back to his. "Though I won't take my pleasure inside of that beautiful tight pussy tonight, doesn't mean that I want quench my thirst for it." 

He moved to the end of the couch in record time, and threw the blanket from her. With rough hands he parted her clenched thighs and pushed the jersey out of his way. He held her thick thighs apart as his eyes feasted on her beautiful shape. With deliberate slowness he brought his mouth to her clothed pussy, and used his lips to run over her mound, down to her soaked slit. Her pelvis bulked from the surprised pleasure, but she was firmly locked by his grip. He repeated this action numerous times, until he worked himself up, to where he could go no longer without tasting her full essences. Licking the sweetness of her pussy from his lips, he lifted her ass up in the air and tugged her panties off in one go. The coolness of the air hit her exposed pussy making her squirm in delighted torture. 

"Ian..." She looked at him through the dim lightning. He was staring down at her glistening pussy. On his knees, he put her back in position, her legs spread wide, with his palms securely holding them in place. Leaning closer, he blew a hot breath across her pussy and watch her twitch. 

"Please no more teasing." She grabbed for his head, which was hovering right at her mound "I need... I need..." 

"You need what?" He questioned. Each word hitting her pussy. "Tell me, and you know I will make it happen." 

She fought against her crippling need, trying to refuse having to shamefully admit her wants to Ian. But her body won over, and she couldn't take the torture any longer. "I need you to eat my pussy." She breathed. 

"Will do." He stated blankly before he kissed her mound. 

Samantha jerked, as Ian went farther down, trailing his lips over the lips of her slit, down to the opening. Leisurely he plunged his full tongue within her tight opening. Pulling it out, he repeated the action again, then again. Working her sweet essences from within out onto his waiting tongue. He tongue fucked her slow, and deep until he felt the familiar tighten of her inner wall. Pulling his tongue away, he placed closed mouth kisses over her pussy. 

"Ian, please keep going." She reached down into his curls. 

"Shh." He replied. Leaning up he pushed the jersey up to her chin, exposing her shapely tits to his ravishing gaze. He kissed her from her pussy, to the valley between her breasts. "Do you want me to suck on your beautiful titties?" He questioned. 

She nodded her head ferociously. 

"Can I get an answer baby?" 

"Yes Ian. Suck them please." 

He trailed his tongue over to her right nipple. Using it he swirled his moist tongue around her nipple, before he closed his teeth around the rigid bud. Swirling his tongue around her nipple quickly, he unlatched his teeth, so he could suckle. 

After a moment he popped her tit out, to trade for the other side. Showing it equal treatment. Letting that nipple go his kissed his way up her neck. He suckled beneath her ear, as she began to grind into his bulging dick tucked inside of his pants resting at her pussy. 

"Do you have any idea on how sweet your pussy is?" He whispered. 

He brought his lips to hers. Sharing the essences on his tongue. She gasped as she lined her clit up with the head of his dick. He allowed her to gyrate herself against him, until he could no longer take it. 

Gripping her hips he halted her movements. 

"Fuck." She hissed, frustrated. 

Ian smiled, as he looked down at her drenched pussy. It was covered completely with her juices, and her clit was now protruding through her slit. His mouth watered at the sight. 

"You have the most beautiful pussy that I've ever seen." 

He latched his mouth on to her pussy, sucking her clit into his mouth, where he slurped, and flicked his tongue rapidly against it. Wanting better access, Ian placed his hands at the back of her knees, lifting her legs, her pussy spread open. 

"Ohhh my godd!" She groaned. Gripping his hair tightly. Tugging painfully. Ian didn't care though, he kept his mouth in place, using the roughness of his tongue to stimulate her clit thoroughly. 

With a scream she came over his face, his tongue flattened catching every drop. With her legs on his shoulder, he used both hands to tweak her nipples, more cream flowed into his mouth from the action. 

When she laid still with a few tremors, Ian got up from his kneel on the floor. He gripped his length and pulled a few times to ease the ache. Taking his previous seat, he scooted backwards and pulled her prone body to him. He swiped excess wetness from his lips. Covering their limbs, he held her close in his arms. He heard her light snoring, and smiled to himself, 'That's 2 for me,' he thought. He turned his attention to the television. Lucy had ended, and he saw that the equalizer was starting. 

He watched, becoming absorbed in the movie. He enjoyed the action Denzel presented, expecting no less from a well rounded professional such has he. Focused on the screen, Ian hadn't felt Samantha stir, yet he felt her delicate hand as it gripped his semi-erect dick. With a surprise gasped he looked down at her, she feigned to be paying attention to the movie as well but her hand continued to explore his cock. 

"Sammy baby, what are you doing?" 

He questioned, letting his hand go to her 's. "You don't have to do that." 

She tightened her grip. "But I want too." Knocking his hand off, she pulled at his waistband, easing a hand on the inside. She came in contact with his stubbled happy trail. A zing of excitement passed through her, at the feel of his taunt skin. "I want to learn you." She whispered. 

Helping her remove his pants, he lifted his hips. She tugged them, anticipating the vision of his thick member. When it sprang forward, she starred with awe. "It's so large." She stated. Reaching out she gripped him, using her thumb and forefinger to swipe over his mushroomed head. His hips raised up with a jerk, as she continued to swipe her thumb over his head, gathering precum to lubricate the most sensitive area on his dick. As her fingers became more slippery she worked her way down his shaft. Moving her fist in a fluid motion, that was comfortable for her. His breath continued to hitch as she put more speed in her efforts. 

"Damn. That feels so good." He thrusted his hips up to meet her down stroke. "Use both hands." He commanded. 

Adding her other palm, she twisted them in alternate directions as she pumped up and down. His breathing came more rapidly, he felt his impending orgasm approaching. He grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her into an overwhelming kiss. She jerked his dick off with one hand, as the other cupped his balls giving them a light squeeze. That sent him over the edge as he cried out, breaking their kiss. He leaned his head against hers, working to regain his breath. 

When he calmed he looked down to discover the mess he had created. His cum covered her hand, his stomach, and chest. "Shit. I gotta clean this up." He shifted to get up. 

"I'll get it up." She said, pushing him back down on the chair. She got up, ran into the bathroom, and came back out with a wet wash cloth. Crawling onto the couch, she settled between his thighs. With the washcloth, she cleaned his upper body, and then focused on cleaning his flaccid dick. As she cleaned his body began to react, his softness quickly started to harden. Her eyes looked to his and a knowing smile quirked her lips. 

"Give me that." He growled, taking the cloth away. Pulling his pants back up, he reached for the remote to turn the television off. "Let's get to bed." 

Without complaint, she placed her hand in his, and followed him to their bed. He pulled back the thick comforter, and ushered her underneath, following her closely behind. Samantha preferred to sleep on her stomach while Ian mostly slept on his back. She turned to look at him with a smile as she threw her left arm over his chest. "Good night, curly." She whispered, closing her eyes as sleep pulled her into sub consciousness. 




The Winter of Temptation Ch. 12



Samantha woke up first the next morning. Sitting up, she looked over her shoulder at her sleeping man. He was laying on his back with his head turned towards her, lightly snoring. His hair was growing longer than ever, and the soft blue was fading out more. Moving his hair away from his face, she leaned over and kissed his lips, before she got up, and went inside the bathroom. Turning on the shower she let it heat up, as she went through her bag for undergarments. 

Laying out her clothes, she grabbed her, Cherry blossom shampoo, conditioner, body wash and loofah. Walking over to the shower, she opened the glass door stepped into the steamy water, and wet her body. Reaching for her shampoo, she squeezed a big gallop, into her hand and massaged it into her hair. Her curls sprang back instantaneously, forming around her face. She finger combed her hair as she let the soap rinse out, before repeating the same thing with her conditioner. Her hair cleaned she reached for her body wash, and loofah. Pouring it gingerly on to her body, she lathered up, as she tossed her head back enjoying the high powered massaging shower head. Any kinks, or sores, she felt from her body from the night before, quickly began to melt away. 

In the midst of scrubbing her body, she felt a breeze of cold air, within the warm stall. Turning around, she came face to face with Ian and his magnificent body. Naked as the day he was born, Ian stepped into the shower. Samantha turned to face him, but Ian turned her back around. Walking forward, he pushed her front into the shower wall. Reaching down he slid his fingers between her thighs, feeling the slippery wetness of her pussy. 

Gasping loudly, Samantha's head fell back against his chest. Using his other hand he gripped her face and brought his lips crashing down into hers. Fingering her pussy he made sure that she was wet enough to receive his length. Slipping three fingers inside her he curved them, and thrust steadily. 

"Ian... oh yess..." She hissed. 

Taking his fingers from her pussy, Ian gripped his dick. Dragging it across her pussy, he let her wetness slick his thickness. As she thrust her pussy across his veiny member, Ian suddenly pulled away only to plunge home to the hilt moments later. 

"Ahhh." She clawed the arm that held her around the throat. 

Ian rested deep inside her. Affected as well from the overwhelming tightness of her slick pussy. Wrapping his free arm around her waist, he caressed her clit to help her adjust to his invasion. 

"I can't get enough of this tight pussy." He groaned in her ear, causing shivers to race throughout her body. 

Pulling back his hips slowly until only the head was within her, he delivered shallow thrusts. Enjoying the sensations of his mushroomed head being pulled and clenched. Samantha wanting more, threw her hips back into his, sinking herself on him fully. 

"You're becoming such a bad little one." He grunted as she continued to fuck herself on his dick as he watched. Letting her enjoy herself, Ian held still and only twirled her clit with a steady rhythm. 

"Ian, fuck me." She gasped between hurried thrusts. "Please, baby. I need you." 

Her plea was his undoing. Pushing her upper body forward into the wall, he gripped both of her arms behind her back. Holding them in one hand for extra leverage, Ian widen his stance, and drove into her. 

Spanking her ass, he pounding her relentlessly, enjoying the feeling of his balls slapping into her. Leaning back he observed the view of his tanned dick sinking deeper into her brown and pink folds with pleasure. Growing harder inside her, he slowed his hips not wanting to come too soon. 

"Is this how you want it, baby?" He questioned in her ear. 

"Yesss, harder curly." 

Ian jerked his hips harder against her. Together they let out a grunt. Reaching for her leg with his free hand he lifted it from the floor. Giving her what she begged for, Ian plummeted her soaked pussy. 

"Cum on my dick baby. Let this sweet pussy milk me." 

As the cooled water raced down his back, Ian raced for completion. Samantha began to quake, as she took his harsh fucking. His balls slapped against her clit over and over again. Sending her into a pleasuring pool of darkness. Her knees went out, leaving Ian to catch her fall as he emptied his balls into her drenched pussy with a low pitched growl. 

Resting his head against the wall, Ian worked to catch his breath. Picking up her loofah, he lathered it up once again and washed her tender pussy, before he washed himself. Rinsing them both off he picked her up off her feet, she instantly locked her legs around his waist, and buried her face in his neck. 

Grabbing a towel Ian carried her into their bedroom, where he sat her on her feet in order to dry her off. Wiping her damp skin dry, he wiped off as well and pulled back the covers. 

"Ian what are you doing? It's already 10 am, we can't possibly get back in bed." She chided. 

"And why does that matter? We can do anything we want. There's more than enough time." He tugged her hand, bringing her closer to the bed. "What I want more than anything right now is to hold my beautiful woman after mind blowing lovemaking and just sleep." 

Sitting on the bed he pulled her onto his lap. Her ass brushed against him, causing his dick to jump. Feeling his reaction she looked down shocked at what she saw. Her mind couldn't process the fact that he was rock hard once more, and his eyes had darkened. Telling her that he was hungry for more, and ready to appease his needs. 

"Ian, you're insatiable." She moaned, thinking about the delicious ache her pussy had from his previous pounding. 

"You're absolutely right. I've waited to call you mine since the day we knew the difference between a man and woman. I've starved for this, and now I have an all you can eat buffet in front of me and I would be fucking stupid to waste all of this..." He dipped a finger inside of her pussy, and slipped it inside his mouth. "Sweet goodness." He finished. 

Watching him clean her essences from his finger, caused her ache to double. Insanely she wanted him again. "Be gentle." 

Turning her back to his front she raised her hips and slowly sank down onto him. Simultaneously they moaned. He gripped her hips and guided her along his dick. 

"Holy Shit." She cried. Feeling a small orgasm pass through her body, as he tapped against her spot. 

Bringing his hands up to her breast, he gripped them in both hands, as he gently bounced her on his dick, filling the room with the wet slapping sounds of their body. 

"That's your spot isn't it?" He asked rhetorically. Knowing that her body was shaking like a leaf because he was continuously tapping against her hidden treasure. 

"Sam have you seen the guys? I woke up and Michael was gone. "Caroline asked as the door suddenly swung open. 

Ian stopped mid thrust, as Samantha screamed and scrambled to get off his lap. Caroline hurriedly rushed out the room, slamming the door behind her. Covering her eyes, Samantha wept from embarrassment. Ian at a lost, reached out and touched her arm. 

"It's alright Sammy. Please don't cry." He beckoned her to roll over onto her back. "What we've done is nothing to be ashamed of." 

"I'm just so embarrassed. I can't imagine what she thinks of me." 

"Stop that." He said sternly. "That is one of your best friends. She would never think negative of you." 

Lying down at her side, he turned her back to his front, and spooned against her. Kissing her neck, he hugged her tight. 

"Just rest. Once you wake it will all blow over. " 

Closing her eyes, Samantha prayed that it would before she fell into a fitful slumber. 

When she opened her eyes later, she rolled over to find the spot next to her was cold and vacant. Looking on the night stand at the clock she noticed that it was almost 5:00 pm. With a gasp she rolled out of bed, ran to the bathroom and put on her bra and panties. 

"I'm going to kill them if they left without me." 

Dressing in a pair of tights and a long baggy sweater, with some furry winter boots. Samantha ran down stairs, looking around for them. She heard music coming from outside, so she went in the direction of the back deck. 

"What the fuck. That wasn't a foul." Ian yelled at the TV. Michael and he both sat on either ends of the couch facing the TV that had appeared out of a secret lift. They were currently engaged in a very intense game of NBA 2k15, so much so neither realized she was standing there watching them. 

Opening the sliding door, she took a step out into the warm enclosed deck. Nervously she walked to the couch and took a seat. 

"Where's Carol?" 

"In the bathroom." Michael answered not looking away from the screen. Currently in the lead with a score of 60 to 54. 

"The fuck. Yeah, put KD back in." Ian yelled at the TV. He grinned over at her. "Come over here baby, why you so far away?" 

Samantha moved closer to him. "You're my lucky charm." 

"Ha whatever." She rolled her eyes. "I'm far from lucky." 

Samantha relaxed into him, closing her eyes she thought about how surreal this all was to her. She and Ian were happy, and more than anything else, close like before. It was still difficult to grasp. 

"Are you up for going snowboarding?" Ian asked her, eyes still on the screen. 

"It's late Ian. Doesn't the slopes close soon?" 

"Not here baby. They have night riding. It's absolutely breath taking as well." 

"Oh that sounds so cool. When do we head out?" 

"Whenever you and Carol is ready I guess." 

Caroline walked into the deck from inside the house, seeing Samantha sitting next to Ian, she walked directly over to her. Sitting down next to her, Caroline threw her arms around her neck. 

"I'm so sorry babe. That was so wrong of me to barge in on you." Caroline sniffled. "I didn't know." 

"It's alright Carol. I almost died of embarrassment, of what you could have possibly thought of me." Samantha wrapped her arms around her. 

"Sam, how could you think that? No one could ever think badly of you, even if they wanted to." Caroline leaned away. "Ian is your man. It's alright to blow his mind, and not be ashamed." 

Samantha looked over her shoulder at him as he focused on the TV. Turning back to Caroline she gave a smile. "Thank you Carol. I thought I wasn't ever going to be able to show my face to you again." 

Caroline scoffed. "Please, girl you know I would never let that fly." She made sure no one could over hear her next words. "You are so lucky, girl. That man is all kinds of wonderful. I saw how he had you" 

Samantha knew her face had turned a million shades of red. "Caroline let's just forget about that incident." 

Caroline shrugged. "Hey, I maybe celibate at the moment, but that is something I definitely have to try." 

"Carol." She groaned. 

The guys looked over at them, before turning back around. 

"I'm going to go get dressed." Samantha got up from her seat, and headed inside. 

"What for?" 

"Where going night riding." 

***** 

"Are you going to be okay?" Ian asked for the hundredth time. 

They were on the lifts headed up the mountain. Where they had decided that she and Caroline would stay on the beginners slope, while he and Michael headed to a more advance slope. Ian was worried that she wouldn't be able to handle herself. Yet she thought otherwise, insisting that she had learned the basics enough the previous day to be able to hold her own. 

"Curly, I'm going to be fine." She squeezed his hand. "Stop worrying so much." 

They arrived at the get off point, where everyone glided off. Coming to a stop, they sat to strap down their boots. 

"Sammy if you need me for anything, just call me." He helped her up. "Even if it's just to let me know you're ready to go." 

Leaning down he enjoyed her lips. Pulling away he straightened her helmet and grinned. "I love you." He pecked her lips. "Be safe." 

"Later." She breathed. Watching him as he glided away with Michael at his side. 

"This is nice." Caroline stated, looking around. 

"It is. You remember all the things Michael taught you yesterday?" 

"Of course. Do you? " 

Shaking her head she shrugged. "Just bits and pieces." 

"You told Ian you did just to get him off your back." 

"Pretty much." She giggled. "I just want him to enjoy his time here as well as I do. Yet all he does is worry." 

Caroline shook her head. "You have a point babe." 

Standing at the top of the mountain, they both looked down. 

"Uh you want to go first?" 

"Why can't you go first?" Caroline asked in return. 

With a huff, Samantha cocked her head at her. "How about we go together, at the same time?" 

Caroline agreed. "I can do that." 

Finding their fall line with their boards they both inched forward until they began to descend down the slope. She did the falling leaf trick Ian showed her yesterday. The hill was long and steep, so she kept a steady pace and practiced on the techniques she learned. 

With everything going smoothly, Samantha tried her hand at speeding up. She saw that they were nearing the end of the course, so she turned her board in order to slow down. As she did she felt her left boot, become looser, right as the board landed, her foot came out. Causing her other foot to twist at a weird angle as she lost control and fell. 

Falling hard, Samantha couldn't help the cry that flew from her mouth. She heard Caroline scream her name from a distances. Rolling over onto her bottom, Samantha sat up and grabbed her right ankle. Tears poured from her eyes as she tried to move her foot. The pain was atrocious and intense, but she noticed that she was able to move it a little, so she knew she hadn't broken anything. 

"Sammy! What happen?" Caroline asked hysterically. 

"My boot... Ahhh," she groaned as her throbbing ankle felt as if it was burning. "It wasn't buckled all the way in." 

"Oh my god." She held Samantha's shoulders. "Let me call Ian." 

Scrambling for her phone Caroline dialed Ian's cell. It rung until it went to voicemail, so she tried again. On the second try he picked up the phone. 

"Hello?" He answered out of breath. 

"Don't make a big deal out of it Carol. Just tell him I need a bit of help." Samantha stated, trying to calm her nerves, as she wiped her face. 

"What is she talking about? Making a big deal out of what? "Ian rattled off questions. "Where is she?" 

"She can't come to the phone right now. She just really needs some help. " 

"Where are you two? What's happen? Why can't she come to the phone?" Ian's voice was anxious. 

Hearing his multiple questions, Samantha exhaled and grabbed the phone from Caroline. 

"Ian could you please just get over here? 

"I'm on my way." He replied, hearing the tension in her voice. 

Handing the phone back to Caroline, Samantha groaned as she rested her head against her prompted knee. Beating herself up for ruining the trip, she wanted to cry. Silently Caroline rubbed her back, in comfort as she waited for the guys to show up. Which turned out not to be a long wait. Soon they appeared, rushing to their side. 

"Oh my god. Baby what happen?" Ian kneeled beside her and circled his arms around her shoulder. 

"It's my ankle. I think I sprained it." 

"Im going to call the ski patrol. She's going to need a ride down." 

"This is my fault. I shouldn't have left you." 

Samantha shook her bed, knowing he was going to blame himself. "Ian no, don't do that. This is my fault, I didn't check to see if my boot was strapped in." 

"Still I shouldn't have left you-" 

Samantha silenced him. "Shhh... I won't let you blame yourself." 

They heard the sound of the machinery of the snowmobile as it drew near. Attached to it was a sled, which would carry her the rest of the way down the mountain. The driver killed the engine. As he walked towards them, he introduced himself, before he went about checking her ankle. As he touched and examined Samantha grunted and hissed. 

"You've sprained it. We're going to have to take you to the infirmary to get a compression." The guy held out his arms to lift her off her feet, yet Ian was already lifting her in his arms bridal style. Walking the short distances to the sled he placed her inside. 

"We're right behind you." 

"Wait no, I'll be okay. I'm pretty sure I can get to the cabin without a problem. I've already screwed up, I can't let you guys miss out on the fun." She looked to each one of them. "You guys finish enjoying this beautiful night for me." 

"Alright." 

"No." she didn't have to look up to know who said that. "Im going to make sure everything is alright with your ankle before taking you home, to tuck you into bed." 

"Ian." 

"Samantha." He mocked. 

Defeated Samantha let the ski patrol take her to the infirmary without any other obstacles. Ian lifted her, and got her inside where the doctor examined it more thoroughly before he placed an ice pack on her ankle, to stop the rapid swell. He explained that for the next couple of days she would have to stay off of the ankle, in order for it to strengthen itself. Giving her a couple of Tylenol to help with the discomfort, he gave her an ankle brace as well as a pair of crutches. With that Ian arranged for them to get back to the cabin, since they rod with Michael. Once there Ian carried her inside the cabin and placed her on the big comfortable couch. Taking a pillow, he prompted her foot up, before he went and placed her ice pack up. 

"Hey can you bring me a vanilla ice coffee from the fridge?" 

Grabbing the coffee for her he went over to the couch to flop down beside her. Looking at his expression, she knew that he had something to say. Sipping on her drink she waited. 

"Sammy, how could this happen? It's bad enough your dad hates my guts, but now you're hurt on a trip that I planned..." He shook his head. "I'm supposed to take care of you." 

"Ian stop it. What is the matter? It's only a sprained ankle I'll be fine in less than a week." She turned his gaze to her. "What's bothering you?" 

"Why didn't you tell me about the threatening messages you've been receiving?" 

He asked out of the blue. 

Samantha's eyes widen guilty. "I haven't told anyone." she answered, looking away from his intense eyes. "How did you find out about them?" 

"I saw them in your phone." Samantha was about to start fussing' but Ian shushed her. "When were you going to tell me, Sammy?" 

"I didn't think it was a big deal, Ian." She started. 

"Yet you get your number changed." He interrupted, becoming irritated. "Why are you trying to blow it off as if you're not afraid when it's so clear to me that you are." 

Samantha wouldn't look at him. Afraid her face would give her away. 

Grabbing her phone, he navigated through it until he found what he was looking for. Pulling it up he began to read aloud what he found. 

"Samantha you are a stupid, ugly bitch. I will make you pay. " 

"I hope you are enjoying what's left of your life." he continued. 

"There's a special place in hell for you." 

"I'm watching you. So watch your back, bitch. You're dead." 

Ian found himself growing more and angrier. The list of threats on her social media page went on and on. As well as her inbox. He could only think of one person who would really want to do harm to his girl. If he could drive back to Virginia and wrap his hands around her throat and get away with it he would. 

"This is not going to continue. I'm going to make your account private to anyone who doesn't know you." He did this as he spoke. "When we are back in Virginia, I won't let you go out alone, ever. And we will look into getting something to protect you." 

"You won't let me? Ian you are being ridiculous, I can go wherever I want." She stated being bull headed. 




The Winter of Temptation Ch. 12



"Samantha stop it. We're not going to argue about your safety. There's a psychotic bitch out there that wants to hurt you." His voice had rose and it scared her a little. Realizing that she had shrunk back, he took a deep breath. "Baby I'm so sorry. I don't mean to yell at you. It's just that it kills me to see you be threaten because of my past fuck ups." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Don't you realize who this is? Kriste is bat shit crazy and I know her crazy ass is looking for a way to get to you." 

Samantha thought about what he said, but brushed it off. "I'm not scared of that nut case. And she already knows not to fuck with me Ian. She doesn't put any kind of fear in my heart." 

Ian gave a heavy sigh. He didn't want to fuss or fight. "I understand that Sammy. But what I want you to understand is that she is crazy, and she's out there trying to do you serious harm. You being a badass isn't going to deter her. Be careful Samantha." 

Samantha turned her face away, but he grabbed her chin and turned her back. 

"I hear you Ian." 

He could tell she was frustrated with him at this point but he saw no other way for her to understand. 

"Does your ankle hurt?" He asked. 

"No whatever the doc gave me is kicking in." she replied. 

"Good, I'm glad you're not in any pain." 

"I hate that I fucked up, and now I can't enjoy the rest of the trip." 

Ian carefully pulled her into his arms. "Listen, you focus on feeling better, Sammy. There's always time for shit like this. Besides I'm not just going to leave you here alone." 

"What about Carol, and mike?" 

"Shhh... Don't worry about that now." 

"Actually, Ian I wanted to run something by you." She fumbled with her hands. "Since we... Ummm you know... Started having sex we really haven't thought about using any form of protection." 

Ian only stared into her eyes, with an unreadable expression. 

"I mean, Ian I'm not even on the pill, or shot... I never ever had to be before, and I didn't think about it till now." 

Still, Ian didn't say anything. 

"Aren't you going to say something?" She waited. "Your not worried?" 

She felt her temper start to rise, but before she could voice her irritation, Ian kissed her. 

"Why would I worry?" Ian nibbled at her jaw. "We can handle, anything that comes our way." 

"I have to tell my parents about us." She said this more for her benefit than his. "I shouldn't keep us a secret anymore." 

"Do you want me there when you do?" 

Samantha thought about how her dad would react, to the news. She knew that he would flip out and it could get ugly. 

"I'm not going to put you in that predicament Curly. I'm capable of doing it alone." 

"You shouldn't have to, Sammy. We are in this relationship together, and we should do this together. Let me worry about your dad." 

**** 

"Ah, this is killing me." Samantha groaned. Placing the trash can back on the floor, beside the couch. After puking her brains out all morning, and being miserable, she was now to the point where she was ready to throw back any over the counter cough medicine she could get her hands on. 

Lying on her side underneath her blanket, she looked over to Caroline, who was lying on her belly in front of the fireplace on her laptop. 

"I feel like shit." 

"When did you get so sick?" Caroline, asked with concern. 

Samantha shrugged. "I' m not sure. My body is sore, my ankle hurts like hell, and to top it all off, 

I can't seem to stop throwing up." she groaned. "I don't know if it's the flu, or some stomach virus, or food poisoning, but whatever it is I need something to cure it now!" She yanked, her blanket off as she felt sweat began on her face. 

"Hmmm. Is your breast sore?" 

Samantha nodded. 

"Have you felt light headed, or dizzy?" Samantha made a so/so motion with her hand. "Hot?" 

"Have you been going to the bathroom a lot? When was your period?" Caroline threw question after question. Not taking her eyes from her computer. 

"Yeah, and I had it the 10th of last month." 

"Did your period for this month come?" 

Samantha scoffed. "Yes..." She frowned. "Carol, what's with all the questions, I don't get it." 

Caroline closed her computer. "I can tell you one thing, this ain't something you can cure overnight." She got to her feet, and placed her hands on her hips. 

"Huh?" 

"Meaning, you're not suffering from a cold. You have a precious bun, baking in your oven. "She pointed at Samantha's stomach." 

Samantha, eyes bulged as she shot up on the couch. Popping her ears, she looked at Caroline. "Come again." 

"Samantha think about it, your aches, your mood swings, you're puking. It's all adding up to only one thing. And it's sure as hell not a stomach virus." 

Grabbing Ian's keys he left on the coffee table for them, before he and Michael headed out. Caroline grabbed her jacket, and walked towards the door. 

"Where are you going?" Samantha asked. 

"To pick up something for your "cold," she mocked, making quotations with her fingers. "I'll be back before you know it." 

Samantha watched as Caroline walked out the door. Hearing her pull out, she was soon left in silence with only her thoughts as company. 

"It can' be." She mumbled. 

In her head, she calculated, and formulated answers to all of the sudden questions that had been pointed out. Yet she was adamant there was no way possible she could be pregnant. 

"I just had my period." 

Groaning, she ran her fingers through her hair, and tried to rationalize her predicament. Her sensitive queasy stomach, turned. Grabbing the trash can, she heaved, but nothing came out. 

After dry heaving a couple of times, Samantha laid back down, with exhaustion. Losing track of time, it wasn't long before she heard a car pulling in. Not knowing who to expect, or better yet who she wanted it be, she nervously ran her sweaty palms over her sweats. 

"I'm back." Caroline called as she stepped through the door carrying a pharmacy bag. Taking a seat on the couch, she took out items. 

Clear blue, first response, and E.P.T pregnancy test lined the table once she was done. "You need to go in the bathroom, and take these." 

"All of them?" 

"You can never be too sure." 

Samantha nervously eyed the test. "What am I doing?" 

"It's simple, take the stick out, piss on it, and wait 3 to 5 minutes." 

Samantha eyed her. "Thanks." She headed for the bathroom. "Can, you bring them to the bathroom?" 

"Yeah, and oh, I did get you a piss cup, as well. It makes it easier." 

Caroline grabbed them, and rushed to the downstairs bathroom, in excitement. Samantha stood with one hand on the wall, as the other worked to get her sweat and panties down. Caroline saw her struggle and helped hold her up so she could get them down. 

Sitting on the toilet, Samantha reached for one of the boxes, and opened it. Reading the instructions aloud. 

1. Remove the test stick from foil wrapper. 

2. Remove the purple cap to expose the absorbent tip. 

3. Hold with thumb grip. 

4. Point absorbent tip downward. 

When she got to the part about the peeing she felt like it was pretty much self-explanatory. 

"Pass me the cup." Taking it from her hand, she took a deep breath. "Carol turn around, please." 

Caroline turned towards the door. After almost 5 minutes of hearing nothing, she looked over her shoulder. "You need help?" 

Samantha nodded. Caroline reached for the faucet and turned it on. After running for a while, Samantha was able to get going. Filling the little cup up, she cleaned herself up, and stubbornly got up on her own. Washing her hand she then took one of the test, dipped it for 5 seconds, before she did the other five. 

"Wow that is a lot of tests." 

Samantha who was nervous, and waiting for the results, vaguely paid attention. After 3 Minutes she worked up the courage to look at the test. Slowly but surely a faint plus sign began to appear on the test one by one. Leaving no room for doubt. She was pregnant. Caroline who stood behind her, couldn't wait to see, so she looked over her shoulder. 

"Oh my god! It's positive!" She screamed. "I can't believe you're pregnant babe. Aren't you excited?" 

Samantha couldn't answer, the shock of the results was so astounding, and they stole her ability to think let alone speak. 

"Wait until Ian finds out. That man is going to be over the moon." 

"No, we're not going to tell him." Grabbing the test she started to put them all back in the containers. 

"What do you mean? He has to know he's going to be a father." Caroline grabbed Samantha's arms, stopping her from moving. "What are you thinking? You can't be thinking of doing anything crazy. Right?" 

"What!?" Samantha took in her expression. "No!! Of course I'm not thinking about doing that." 

Caroline breathed a sigh of relief at that, she wouldn't have wanted to slap some sense into her friend, but she would have if needed be. 

"I just need to think about this. It's all such a shock for me... I mean I'm carrying a baby in me carol. It's a lot to take in." She hadn't realized she was crying until she felt the droplets hitting her chest. "I'm going to tell him of course, but it's got to be at the right time. So please don't say anything." 

Caroline who understood this is news Samantha should share, nodded her understanding. Hugging her friend, she let her know it would be alright. "Listen, this may be unexpected, and maybe even too soon for your taste, but Samantha you have to realize this is beautiful." 

"This baby is a part of you and, it's relying on you. Don't let the little petty things stress you out. Always think about your baby." She helped wipe her tears away. 

"Thank you, Carol. For everything that you do for me. I couldn't ask for a better person to call my friend." 

"We'll remember that when it's time to pick a godmother." She arched her brow, and bumped elbows. 

"Trust me I will." 

As they shared a laugh, they could hear the sound of the door opening. Samantha went into a panic. Shoving everything in the bag, she pushed it into Caroline's hands. "Take these." 

No sooner did Caroline turn the corner and disappear inside her room, did Ian show up looking for her. 

"There's my baby." He moaned, pulling her into his arms, as he enjoyed her body heat, and scent. 

Samantha wrapped her arms around his neck, and let the fears that plagued her, go. When he held her like this, she felt the safest. Nothing could get to her whenever he was around, and that filled her heart with happiness. At the end of the day, this was what matter, them, and now their baby. 

"Mm, you feel so good." He breathed in her neck. 

"As do you." 

He chuckled at her, and pulled away. His eyes landed on the counter, a frown marred his brow. Samantha followed his gaze, and landed on the cup she used for the pregnancy test. Her heart beat increased rapidly, and she felt light headed. 

"Sammy what is that?" He asked. 

She shook her head. "I don't feel so well." 

His attention returned back to her immediately. "Is it your ankle? Here let me take you upstairs, to lie down." Picking her up, Ian carried her up the flight of stairs to their bedroom. 

"Ian I need a bath, and a toothbrush." 

Laughing he switched his direction, and went to the bathroom. Sitting her on the counter, He ran her a bath, with drops of olive oil, as she watched him. Worrying her bottom lip, she thought about telling him her big secret, she didn't feel right keeping news so life impacting away from him. Grabbing her toothbrush she began to brush her teeth as a distraction. 

"What are you thinking about?" 

Caught off guard she looked at Ian with surprise. "Nothing." She rinsed her mouth out, and gargled. 

Ian smiled at her evasive reply, but didn't comment on it, instead, he cupped her cheek, and brought her mouth to his. Closing her eyes, she let her fingers burrow into his hair, as he pulled her hips closer to the edge of the counter. 

Breaking away, she looked at him with dazed eyes. "This is a familiar position of ours." 

"It is isn't it?" Ian flexed his hips, as she felt his hardness. 

Samantha nodded her head as she rubbed her hand over his stubble cheeks. Her body buzzed with lust, as she wrapped her legs around his back. Her hips moved on their own accord against him. Leaning forward she kissed him once again, and reached to unbuckle his jeans. 

Ian palmed her sensitive breast, through her t-shirt. At her yelp, he pulled back and stared at her in question. She smiled it off, and pulled for him to come back. But instead he removed her clothes, ankle brace, and helped her get into the tub. He was about to turn away but she grabbed his hand. 

"Aren't you going to join me? You've been gone all day, and I've missed you." 

Hearing her words, he couldn't turn away from her. Grabbing his shirt he tore it over his head, and pulled his jeans, and boxers down his legs. Though he had been prepared to walk away, his cock bobbed hard and ready, showing her that he was affected just as much as she was. "Hold on." he walked out of the room, and came back with a small bottle. 

Stepping into the spacious tub, he settled in, and pulled her into his lap. They relaxed in silenced, caressing each other sensually. 

"Do you want to tell me what's going on?" He asked as he traced her breast with the tips of his fingers. 

"Mmhmm?" She moaned. 

"What's happening to you?" He asked close to her ear, bringing on a tickling sensation. 

"You're throwing up, excessively. You're tired more often than normal, and your tits are fuller, and heavier." 

"You're imagining things." She laughed nervously. Turning around in his lap, she straddled him, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Now, do you want to continue talking about this nonsense or would you rather be rectifying our problem?" 

She used her hand to tickle his chest that lead down to his abs. When her hand reached his pelvis she paused and looked at him teasingly. Ian eyed her with a sly smirk, as he made his dick jump, slapping against her hand. He chuckled when her eyes widen in surprise. Using his muscles he made his cock dance around, until he felt her fingers caress his balls. 

Lifting up, she rubbed her pussy against the underside of his cock, while still caressing his heavy balls. With a moan, she grinded against him faster. Ian who had been leaning back with his arms crossed behind his head, leaned forward and licked her thick dark nipples. He continued to suckle them, as his hand fumbled for the small bottle he had went to get. Pulling away he opened the bottle and squirted a large amount of gel in his hand. Taking his free hand he lifted her lower half up, to rub the gel over her entrance before feeding her two of his fingers. Sticking his tongue out, he licked her clit, a few times before he used his lips to draw the sensitive bud inside his mouth to suckle. 

Pulling his fingers away he fisted his dick, and thrust into his palms a few times. Kissing her lips, he worked his tongue into her mouth, for a taste. 

"Turn around." He commanded, once he pulled away. 

She did as she was told, and turned her back to him. Gripping her hips, he lifted his ass, as he pulled her down onto his length. They both gasp, each equally enjoying the first, overpowering sensation of their joining. Using one large hand, he placed it on her chest, and pressed her back into his chest. The arch in her back, added to the pleasure of their coupling, as she began to rock back and forth. 

"Ride me." 

Contracting her thigh muscles around his thighs, she lifted her ass up into the air. Lifting completely off his cock, she teased her opening with his cock head. Short gasp of air escaped her mouth. Ian pulled her down, and covered her throat with his palm. 

"Ohhh..." 

"Take deep breaths. Let your body relax, and enjoy the pleasure you feel magnify." 

Ian controlled his thrust, as well as how much she took. Deliberately he thrust inside her, and took an agonizingly long time pulling out, only to repeat the action once again. Samantha moaned, and begged for more. 

"Isn't that better baby?" Ian sped up a fraction. Splashing water from the tub as he held on and fucked her thrashing body. "Hmmm, you feel every inch of me inside your little pussy?" 

"Yesss..." 

Reaching down, she cupped his balls in her hand and massaged them. Crippling his luscious torturous manipulations on her body. Taking control, Samantha lifted off his member completely, to step out of the tub. Grabbing a towel from the rack, she walked slightly with a limp out of the bathroom without looking back. A smile graced her lips when she heard him let a string of curses fly from his mouth. Heavy footsteps stomped behind her. She didn't expect him to lift her up off of her feet. 

"Where do you think you're going?" Ian growled. Samantha only giggled, as Ian tossed her on the bed. Taking her hands in his, he pulled them over her head to keep her in place. Using one hand he pulled her legs apart, and placed his body in between them. Rotating his hips into her, he bask in the sight of her whimpering need, and moan of pleasure. "You think you can run?" 

Ian thrust against her. "You think you can run from me?" He thrust against her once again. "Hmm? Do you?" 

"No..." She panted. Ready for him to slip back inside her. "Please...Ian" 

"But you ran away. Now you're telling me that you want to be fucked?" He teased, whispering every word close to her ear. 

"I was teasing. Please put it inside me, Ian. I want to be fucked." 

"You do, huh?" He let his lips roam over hers. "Do bad girls deserve to get what they want?" 

"Stop playing with me." She tugged at her hands. 

Ian tighten his grip on her wrist and leaned in to her. "Or what?" He challenged. 

Samantha growled, and ripped her wrist from his hold. Caught by surprise' Ian didn't expect her to flip him to his back. With a grunt Samantha impaled herself onto his cock. She rocked her hips back and forth hurriedly, spurring moans of pleasure as she felt her climax rising. Throwing her head back, she let out a silent moan. 

"Oh..." Ian strained as he held on to her rocking hips. "Oh fuck, cum...Mmmm cum for me baby." 

Samantha squeezed her eyes shut, as she let her orgasm flow through her with an intense scream. Ian followed right behind her with a groan of his own. 

"Yess..." Ian moaned as he finished his final thrust. 

Samantha fell off his lap to her side, with a silly smile on her face. 

"That was amazing." 

"It was." Samantha agreed, yawning. "You always put me right to sleep." 

Ian laughed. "Well, at least you know whenever I'm around you never have to worry about needing any sleep aid." 

"That's so true. Excellent point." She cupped his cheek, and kissed him passionately. "Thank you." 

"What for?" Ian asked, as he got up from the bed. 

Samantha shrugged her shoulders. "For everything." She watched as he slipped his clothes on. "You literally make me the happiest woman in the world, more and more each day. I know we've been through some rough shit lately, but through it all we've made it to this moment. I can barely contain myself, from all of this..." 

"Come here baby." Ian pulled her towards him. "I feel exactly the same way. If not more. I'm still amazed that you actually accept me." 

"Me with all my issues, and crazy ass stalkers in tow. You still love me. For that I'm so grateful to have you." 

Despite trying not too Samantha chuckled at his joke. "Oh don't think that you're totally off the hook for that Curly. Fucking my crazy roommate, and turning her obsessive psycho ass on me, is not going to be a slap on the wrist for you." 

"Understood." He said along. 

"Good, now tell me where do you think you're going?" She asked, as she gripped his shirt in her hands. 




The Winter of Temptation Ch. 12



"Out, to get more wood for the fire place." He pulled her up from the bed. "I have something special planned for you." 

"Oh gosh really?" 

"Yeah, it's a surprise. So don't even ask about it." He gave her a quick peck. "Get dressed beautiful, and I'll be up to get you shortly." 

Ian smirked, as he turned to the door. Knowing how much she hated surprises, he couldn't help but push her button, because in the end she always looked the most beautiful when she was riled up. 

Downstairs, Ian met up with Michael, at the back door leading to the back deck. With ax from the garage in hand they went outside in the blistering cold, where a chopping block sat in the back yard. 

"So you're going to pop the question tonight?" 

Ian paused mid swing. "What?" 

"Are you going to propose to Sam, tonight?" Michael continuously chopped through piece after piece. "That is why your planning such a big night for her isn't it? Setting the scene, having the cabin to yourself, it's all for the big question." 

Ian refocused his attention on chopping his pile. "No, I just wanted to treat her to a special night." 

"Wait a second. So you're telling me you have this amazing opportunity, in this beautiful fucking cabin, to blow your girls mind, but you're not going to take it." Ian nodded his head. "Well, I'll be damned. Why the hell am I out here freezing my nuts off?" 

"It's not like I don't want to do it mike. But I know Sammy. It wouldn't feel right to her, if I was to pop the question, with her parents not even knowing that we are together." He grimaced. "That would be selfish of me, to do that to her." 

"Damn, you have a point," Michael scratched his head. 

"Here's another issue." Ian angrily drove his ax into his chopping block sending wood fragments flying. "She's afraid." 

"Afraid of the relationship? I thought you guys were good. Especially since you two have been going at it none stop like jack rabbits." 

"It's not our relationship she fears. It's the crazy bitch threatening it." 

"Kriste?" 

"Yeah. I know without a doubt it's her sending these threatening messages. Sammy will never admit it but she's afraid." 

"Is that why she changed her number?" 

"Yes." Ian shook his head. "She told me that it was because someone was calling and hanging up at all times of the night." 

"Damn that's crazy man." 

"I know. That's why I'm doing this to keep her mind off this shit." 

"What are you going to do when we're back in Virginia?" Michael asked. 

"Honestly, I have no idea on how I'm going to handle this. But I do know it's going to be handled." 

Throwing his ax to the side Ian gathered his stacked wood. "Where are you taking Carol tonight?" He asked as he walked towards the cabin. 

"I planned to take her to see a cheesy movie, and out to dinner in town." 

"Cheesy movie?" Ian laughed. 

"Yeah, something funny, romantic. That's a sure fire win. All women enjoy shit like that." 

"They enjoy watching the guy, suffer through it just as much." Ian added. 

"True." 

"Well I really appreciate you looking out for me man. I mean that." 

"No problem. I know you would do the same for me, no questions." 

"You couldn't be more right." 

Placing their supply of wood next to the fire place. 

"We're going to be leaving soon." 

"Michael you don't have to rush out of here there's no hurry." Ian insisted. 

Michael laughed and shook his head. "Oh no I don't think I can take another night of you two moans and groans." He joked. 

"Har Har. You'll see what it's like when you finally get some of Caroline." 

"Riight." 

"Mikey, where are you taking me?" Caroline asked as she came into the living room, and fell onto the couch. 

"Mikey?" Ian sputtered, as he burst out laughing at Michael's new hideous nickname. 

Michael cut his eye at him in return. "Shut up, cuurrrllly." 

Ian shut up and flipped him off. "The only one and I do mean 'only' one that can call me that is Sammy." 

"Hey same here bro." Michael said defensively. 

"Okay, will you two just shut it. Answer the question, Mickey." 

"Sweetie it's a surprise." 

Caroline cut her eye at him, but she couldn't keep a straight face. "You're so sweet, Mickey. Come here." She pulled him towards her, and kissed his lips tenderly. "Ian..." She looked back at him over her shoulder, as Michael held her in his arms. "Please don't burn down the house." 

Michael laughed at Ian's shocked insulted expression. "Hey! I know how to cook." 

The couple walked away, laughing at his expense, while he shook his head at their back. 

**** 

Removing the homemade chicken pot pie casserole from the stove, he shook his head with dismay, at the signs of burnt crust around the edges of the dish. 

With a curse he placed the casserole on the counter to cool, hoping that it wouldn't be too disgusting for Samantha to eat. 

"Hopefully she will at least appreciate my effort." he mused. Laughing at himself, he turned off the burner. He went about setting up the table for two, for a romantic dinner, laying it out, as his mother had taught him so many years before. 

Satisfied the set up looked good, her turned and headed for the downstairs bathroom, where he took a quick shower. Wrapped in a towel he headed up to their room. He discovered Samantha lying on her belly, ass poised high in the air with her cute sock clad feet crossed in the air. Dressed in a beautiful simple black dress with the upper back cut out, made short in a flared out fashion; nose deep in a book. 

Ian, grinned and placed his hands on his hips. Clearing his throat, he watched as Samantha jumped slightly, as her wide brown eyes flew over to him. A smile graced her plump strawberry lips, when she eyed him standing in nothing but a towel, as if he was a Greek god; chiseled, and wet. 

Crooking her finger, she beckoned him closer, giving him a splendid view of her ample breast straining against the low top of her dress. 

"You look, so breath taking my little nerd." He said voice rough as gravel, as his dick harden like granite. Drawing closer to her he could see her eyes zone into his private region, as the evidence of his arousal, created an impressive tent beneath the towel. Within arm's reach, she reached out and gripped his dick. 

Groaning, Ian's eyes closed, as ecstasy shot through his body. He let her remove his towel, as he leaned down to capture her tasty mouth with his own. Grabbing her beneath the shoulder he hoisted her up to kneel on the bed effortlessly to get a deeper taste. Hand now gripping his hard flesh, she twisted her wrist continuously. Thrusting his hips forward, Ian broke the kiss, to grit his teeth so hard he thought he would crack a few. Glazed eyes found her's, taking in the seductive sight of her full lips swollen and glistening from his kisses, and her bedroom eyes begging him to take her. 

She bent down at the waist, lips parted placing his engorged head inside of her warm moist mouth. Delirious with lust, Ian pumped his hard length into her mouth, as he gripped her head in his hands. When she gagged, he realized that he was being too rough, and it brought him back to reality. This night was about her, not his own pleasure. With great strength, Ian pulled his hips away. 

"What's wrong? Are you not enjoying it baby?" Samantha asked voice husky with her own lust. She reached for his dick again, but Ian placed the towel back around his waist. 

"I was enjoying it. But tonight isn't about me baby. It's for you." he placed his hands at her waist, and held her close. "I want every aspect of the night to be about you. My pleasure doesn't matter yours does." 

Pecking her lips gingerly, he backed away to their closet. "I'm just going to get dressed, and then get down to this surprise business." 

Samantha chuckled, as she sat on the bed, contently watching her man dressed. As he slipped a pair of boxer briefs over his hard on, she felt her pussy contract, and shook her head. 

'God I've become such a nympho,' she licked her lips and giggled. 

Ian's crystalline eyes found her's as he frowned with curiosity. He shrugged and continue to dress in a pair of worn denim jeans, and an all-black long sleeve shirt that showcased his bulging muscles. He walked to the bathroom, and pulled his longer hair into a man bun. When he walked out of the bathroom over to her with a satin tie, she smiled at him, as her stomach did backflips. 

'What is this man up too," she wondered, as she allowed him to cover her eyes with the tie. 

She felt him lean closer to her face as he kissed her soft lips once again. "I will never tire of these beautiful lips." he groaned. "Hold on." He warned, right before her lifted her into his arms. 

Ian carried Samantha carefully in his arms through the house to the dining room. Placing her in the seat, he did a double check to make sure everything was set up. Bending down to her ear, he kissed it as he removed the silk tie from her eyes. 

She blinked and looked around in total surprise. Ian had lit candles, had the fireplace blazing, and even put out flowers. Like something you would see in a movie only thing that was needed was... ah wait... soft music began to filter through the house, as Ian took a seat beside her. 

"Oh my god Ian." She looked around with a smile so big it hurt her face. "You did all this for me?" 

Ian hunched his shoulders. "Of course I did it for you." he picked up the bottle of Moscato that he had picked up while he was out. "Even made you my mom's famous Pot pie casserole." 

"Looks delicious." she said elatedly. Ian cooked who would have thought, she giggled. "This is beautiful Ian." 

Ian the macho, ladies' man, blushed fiercely. "It's alright, at best. But I'm happy, that you're happy." Pouring her a glass of Moscato, he motioned for her to drink. 

Anxiety filled her, as she shook her head declining the alcohol. "I can't baby. I've already taken my meds, for my ankle." she fibbed. She couldn't spring the news that she was pregnant with their baby on him. She had to think over it. "I want some water instead." 

Ian got up and retrieved a bottle from the fridge. Taking his seat once again he poured the water into his empty wine glass, as he took her drink for his own. "Cheers." he bolstered. Lifting his drink glass, enthusing her to click her glass against his with a very goofy grin. 

Samantha cackled with laughter. "You're so corny." She teased. 

"Hey..." Ian poked his lip out in a pout. 

"But your my corny curly." She cooed, as she leaned across the table, clicking her glass against his as she took his full lip into her mouth. 

"Mmmh." She smirked, taking a sip from her glass. 

"Woman, you're going to make me take you right here on this table." Ian said gruffly, as his eyes narrowed. 

Samantha didn't bat an eye, as a smirk graced her lips. Ignoring him, she cut a slice of the casserole and spooned some of the vegetables on the side. Ian caught on as well and filled his plate. In comfortable silence they dug in, and to her surprise it tasted really delicious, scorched bits and all. 

"Ian this is really good." She moaned taking another big bite. 

"Thank you baby." He beamed. "It's my mom's recipe. I called her and begged her to give it to me." 

She grunted as she munched on her food, quickly clearing her plate, to make room for seconds. Ian enjoyed watching her eat, because she was never ashamed of what, or how she ate. She was completely herself and he couldn't ask for anything better. When she was done with her food she pushed her plate away, and rubbed her belly. 

"I hope you aren't too full." He stated. 

"Hmm?" 

Ian got up, took their dirty dishes and went to the kitchen. Pulling some bought cake from a bakery out of the fridge, he cut a slice and brought it to her. With mirth she opened up her mouth at his offering of a piece of the cake. 

"Yummy, and chocolaty." 

"Just like you." He joked, half serious. Giving her another bite, he leaned in close to lick the icing from her lips. 

"Ian are you trying to fatten me up?" 

He shrugged. "The more curves the better. I love you and your body, no matter the size." 

She felt unsure. "You didn't want any dessert?" She wondered. 

With a sexy chuckle, Ian dropped the fork on the plate, and went down on his knees. Pulling her chair out towards him, he cut his eyes up to her's. "Oh but I do." He parted her legs roughly, and yanked her panties down. "Expect I want your chocolaty goodness." 

Throwing one leg around his neck, as he held the other under her knee. He breathed on her pussy, and watched her shiver in response. Kissing the junction between her thigh, and pussy, he teased her relentlessly. Drawing nearer to her entrance before he pulled away again. 

"Grrr..." She growled, before fisting his hair in her hand. 

Chuckling against her pussy, he finally relented, and drove his tongue inside of her opening. 

"Ooh." Came her moan, as her hips lifted from the chair. 

"Mhmm." He groaned, as she thrashed against his face. Grabbing her hips, he held her still as he pulled back and blew on her hot pussy. "Hold still." He commanded. 

Liquid pulled out at his dominating tone, and she couldn't control the shiver running through her body. Looking down at him, she watched as he rapidly flicked his tongue against her protruding clit. 

"Such a delicious pussy." Letting his mouth cover her sweet hole, he lapped repeatedly, catching every drop of her essences. 

"Curly, I want you." she moaned, breathing harshly. 

Without pulling his mouth away, he shook his head no. Samantha cried out. Zeroing in on her nub, Ian plunged three fingers into her soaked opening, and crooked them looking for her spot. 

"Ahhh." She wailed, through the house, as he ripped her climax through her body. 

Ian licked her clean, before pulling her dress down, and picking her up. Carrying her into the massive living room he sat down with her nestled in his lap. Grabbing the remote nearby, he turned on the flat, and cued the romantic playlist of movies ranging from the 80's to early 2000's. 

The Notebook was first on the list. Inwardly he cringed, but when he saw Samantha's face light up, he knew it was all worth it. 

After 'Say Anything,' and 'A Walk To Remember,' Ian looked down to see Samantha fighting to keep her eyes open. 

Lifting her up, he ignored her cries of denial. 

"I'm woke Curly. I wanna finish the movie." She said sleepily. 

"Mhmm, we will have to finish it later." Ian smiled, as he listen to her grumble incoherently. By the time he made it to their bedroom, she was fully asleep, snoring lightly. Lying her down, he checked her ankle and saw that the swelling had almost completely disappeared. That made him happy, as he removed his shirt and jeans. Left in his boxer briefs, he eased into the cool bed and folded his arms behind his head. 

'As soon as we get back to our parents, I'm going to pop the question.' He thought, as he looked down at his side, as Samantha curled herself into his body heat. 'No matter the situation, I can't wait till the day I'm able to call you my wife.'



The Winter of Temptation Ch. 13



Author's note: Hey everyone, I realllly really hope you enjoy the new installment of my story. For my lovely couple I enjoy writing by her interaction as realistically as possible if you hadn't already notice. So they do weird simple couple things together, lmao. I'm sure you'll notice throughout this chapter. Enjoy... 

***** 

Samantha put the finishing touches on the gifts wrapped perfectly in blue and gold. As Caroline helped her stack the gifts accordingly around the huge live tree. 

They painstakingly cleaned up the mess they made with wrapping paper, and tape. Before they were able to sit down on the plush couch. Samantha cradled a hot cup of tea, made of ginger, to help with the awful morning sickness, as Caroline sipped contently on a cup of hot coffee. 

"I envy you." She muttered as she sipped from her cup, the tea actually helped a lot with her bouts of puking. 

Caroline giggled as she flipped her hair back. "Why do you say that?" 

Samantha shook her head, as she sighed. 

"What's wrong, babe?" Caroline asked curiously. 

"I'm just trying to think of a way to tell Ian that I'm pregnant. Not only tell him, but also my parents...and his. " She sighed heavily, and rested her closed fist beneath her chin. 

" Sammy I'm sure you can just come out and tell him. Either way he's going to be over the moon." 

"How can you be sure?" She questioned. "We both are still young, and barely out of college. He has so many opportunities lined up for him, what if me and the baby hold him back?" 

Caroline grimaced. "Because didn't you say that he had already told you that whatever happens you two can handle it." Her voice was full of aggression. "Besides he should be a man about it, and make sure you and this baby is taking care of. Regardless of all his opportunities, Ian is going to have to make it work." 

Samantha heard the sound of the front door opening and closing as Belinda walked into the foyer. 

"Good morning, mama." Samantha beamed. 

"Ah, morning baby." Belinda replied as she came into the room, and wrapped her arms around her daughter. "Morning Carol." She nodded at Caroline. 

"Good morning Mrs . Wilson." 

"Call me Linda, baby." She chastised. "How are you girls feeling? You got in pretty late last night, and I know that it was quite a drive with all this hectic snow." 

"We're pretty good. I slept most of the way back. " Samantha admitted with a laugh. 

"Not surprising." Belinda chuckled. " You've always been a car baby. How was the trip?" 

"It was amazing. The mountains were so beautiful. And the snowboarding was incredibly fun." Caroline said with excitement. 

"You definitely have to come next time mom. You will love it." 

"Oh no baby. That's for that young crowd. Not a old woman, such as myself." 

"Mom, stop that." She scowled. 

Belinda just smiled it off. "Have you girls, had any breakfast?" 

"Nah, we just finished wrapping up all the gifts and putting them under the tree." 

"Well While i was out, i picked up some IHOP." She stood up and Kissed their forehead, they both noticed the big bag she carried for the first time. " You know breakfast is the most important meal of the day." 

"Oookay, mom." Samantha playfully said. 

Caroline laughed. "You know, I'm very surprised that Ian, and Mikey isn't here-" 

The doorbell ranged. 

"Coming." Belinda hollered as she made her way to the door. The both of them looked over their shoulder at the door as she opened it. Samantha mouth dropped. There stood Ian, and Michael, thick as thieves, grinning like the handsome devils they knew they were. Only now most of Ian's beautiful blonde locks were gone, the back was cut low, leaving just a bit at the top 

"Hey beautiful." Ian pulled Belinda into his arms and bear hugged her. "How you been mama?" 

Pulling away with a blush, Belinda bashfully waved him off. "I'm doing well, Ian. Thank you." Belinda reached past him and gave Michael a motherly hug. "Come right on in out of this cold weather. I have some breakfast so if you want some I'll have it set out In about ten minutes." 

With that said, she turned on her heels and went into their kitchen. 

"Mmm look at that beautiful thang sitting over there." Ian playfully taunted. "Come here girl, let me get some love." 

Ian pulled Samantha up from the couch, into his arms. Pulling her close he kissed her sexy lips, repeatedly. 

"Ian what did you do to your hair?" She gasped in between his demanding kisses. 

Moaning Samantha pushed against his chest. "Ian my mom may see us. Cut it out." 

Ian only shrugged and grabbed her ass. "Ian." 

"We're not going to hide our relationship any longer." He said in her ear. 

"I know curly, I know we're going to tell them I promise." 

"Today." 

Samantha tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let her. "Ian, don't pressure the issue." She pleaded. 

"Pressure the issue? " Ian growled. "You can not be serious?" Ian flopped onto the couch. "What are you afraid of?" His voice had begun to rise 

"Ian you have to realize how she feels. This is her parents she has to deal with." 

Ian turned his hard glare on caroline. "that means I have to hide my love and affection for her, for god knows how long?" He looked at Samantha. "I'm not afraid of your dad, Sammy. I know he will be pissed off, but You know he will get over it." 

Samantha quietly stood near the couch with her arms crossed at her chest. 

"That's what's holding you back, isn't it?" He pulled her down onto his lap. 

"Your mom loves me just as much as I love her. So she's not the issue." Kissing her bare shoulder. He coaxed her to relax her tense body. "I'll worry about your dad." 

"Breakfast is ready!" Belinda yelled. 

Michael and Caroline hurriedly moved to the kitchen to escape the tension in the air. 

Grabbing her hand he tugged her gently towards the kitchen. 

*** 

"I was wondering if you could use your cosmetology skills, and help me recolor my hair." Ian asked as he finish drying the last dis,placing it in the drying rack. 

Samantha who had been silent mostly throughout breakfast eyed him from the corner of her eye. 

"Yeah, I'm not as good as you with that stuff." 

"You're just lazy." She plunged her fingers through his silky locks. Being the only ones in the kitchen she allowed herself the luxury of being closed to him. 

"I missed having you beside me last night." His palm gripped her hip. "I could barely sleep." 

"I missed you too, curly." She rested her tired head against his chest and breathed in his intoxicating scent. 

"I'm sorry about earlier." Ian said against the crown of her head. "I realize how much of a brute I must have sounded like." 

"I understand what you were saying. I know it's frustrating for you, too Ian." 

"Let's not be afraid to love one another, sammy. I want the whole world to know that you're my woman." He nipped her neck, and playfully growled. "Mine." 

Samantha shrunk away with a laugh. "Stop that." She moved around him and grabbed his hand. " Come on let's get to that head." 

Tugging him upstairs to her bathroom she pushed him down on the toilet. "How do you want it?" She asked as she finger combed his locks. 

"Oh mmm." His hand creeped up her ass on the sly. 

"Uh ugh." She slapped his hand away. "You know what I mean." 

Ian chuckled. 

Samantha shook her head, and placed disposable latex gloves on her hands. Using manic panic's bad boy blue, she put blue streaks throughout the top portion of his curly head, adding a little bit of the electric lizard green. When she was satisfied with her creation she removed the gloves, and placed a cap over his head. 

Taking a step back she burst out laughing as she took a look at how ridiculous Ian looked wearing a woman's shower cap, covered in floral details. "I just got to snap a picture of this. You look so adorable." Samantha snapped the photo on her phone. 

"Hey!" Ian exclaimed. Grabbing the hand that held her phone, to tug her towards him. "Delete that." He demanded. 

Samantha openly laughed in his face as she wrestled the phone out of his grip. "Hell no, it's my phone. My picture." 

Ian growled and pulled her down on to his lap, her legs straddled each side of him. "Give me the phone." 

"What phone?"" She teased, holding the phone behind her back. 

Ian rolled his eyes and reached around to grab the phone, but Samantha leaned back almost to the point of falling off his lap. Ian's heart jumped, and he quickly wrapped his arms around her. Laughing, she pulled herself up. "Dammit Samantha, what the fuck..." Samantha cut him off with a steamy kiss to his lips. Caught by surprise, Samantha was able to slip her tongue into the depths of his tasty mouth. 

With a groan Ian's hands slipped down into the waistband of her track pants to grip her ass firmly. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she tighten her thighs around his, as she moaned into his mouth. 

When Ian started to lift her and pull down her pants and panties, Samantha knew she had to reign in her control. Or else they would be fucking like rabbits in her parents house, while her mother was no doubt right downstairs beneath them. Pushing at his shoulder, she moved to lean back, unconsciously rubbing their sex together. Both moaned, simultaneously. 

Samantha broke their lip lock, and glanced at her man, to see that he was delirious with lust. His eyes were very blue, and hooded. Licking her lips she took a deep audible gulp. 'Oh shit, what did I start,' she thought. 

Ian's heated gaze was focused only on her lips as he moved back in for the kill. 

"Baby, we can't." She reasoned. Though the stare he was giving her, made her pussy tingle, and reminded her of how vacant she felt without him thrusting deep inside her. "My mom,is right downstairs. We couldn't possibly do that." 

Ian knew she was right, but damn if he didn't want to just say fuck it and sink every inch he possessed deep into her still. "Fuck." He muttered. 

His dick was solid as a rock, and he grew frustrated at his ol pal for not wanting to listen. 'Act right, and go down already. This isn't the time or place.' He argued. 'Great I'm arguing with my dick now.' 

"Damn." He cursed, once more. "You're a menace, you little tease." Ian looked at Samantha to see the mischief in her eyes. She wasn't sorry for doing this to him at all. 

"I sawwy." She said, placing her face at the crock of his neck, breathing in his scent and exhaling over his hot spot. Using the tip of her tongue she traced his neck all the way up to his ear. "Can you forgive me. " she said softly, in her best baby voice. 

"Sammy, baby..." His throat worked hard as she soundly began to suck on the indentation at his collarbone. "Fuck, I'm losing my control... Y-you gotta stop, before I'm balls deep. " 

Samantha moved away, to see her mark she left, standing out proudly in a slight red tint. 

Looking down to where her eyes followed, Ian grinned. "You're not the only one who can leave marks." 

Before she knew it Ian was lifting her t-shirt up passed her breast. They sat proud and soft in a all black Nike sports bra. Samantha shuddered from the delicious chill her body got, and Ian watched in fascination as they jiggled before his eyes. Grunting his approval, he leaned forward and clamped his mouth around her Turgent tip protruding through the fabric. Working to get it nice and hard before he went to the next one. Once satisfied, he moved the fabric away to view his handy work. The sight made him groan once again. 

"You're so damn perfect," he licked her right nipple leisurely. "They are perfect." His eyes connected with her half closed ones. His ministrations on her over sensitive breast had her close to the edge. "Since they are mine, I'm allowed to leave my mark, hmm?" 

Samantha didn't reply, as she watched Ian kiss the heavy globe of her right tit. Before he latched onto the fleshy skin of her breast and began to suckle insistently. Humming contently,as his thumbs,and forefingers worked her nipples. 

Samantha covered her mouth with her palm, to cover her cries of pleasure. Ian continued to suck her tasty tit, determined to leave his mark on her milk chocolate skin. With her pleasure mounting higher, Samantha hips began to move at their own accord. 

"Oh fuck" she moaned as she moved her hips roughly over the huge bulge his dick created. "I'm close, b-baby." She moaned. 

Ian lifted to see his mark dark in color, sitting directly above her nipple. It made him feel immense male pride,of the possessive mark that marred her beautiful breast. "Is that right?" He questioned. Sneaking his thick digits into her panties in order to cover her hot pussy, Ian thrust his fingers into her pussy. 

Samantha mouth formed a 'O' and her eyes rolled back. Reaching pleasure overload quickly, as Ian's skillful mouth latched on to her left breast. Strumming her clit, Ian added another finger inside her pussy, and earnestly helped her dry hump his straining member. 

Popping her breast from his mouth, Ian grunted, and clasped his eyes close. "Fucking hell." Even though they were dry humping, something Ian hadn't done since he was 15, it felt better with Samantha more than actual sex with any other girl. "You bring me to my knees woman." Ian hammered her soundly with his fingers as the wetness of her pussy echoed throughout the spacious bathroom. 

Samantha clenched her pussy tight around his fingers,as she gripped his arm tightly, and clawed the fabric. She lifted her hips, and tried to pull away, yet Ian had other plans. Crooking his fingers buried deep in her pussy, he found her spot and continually tapped it, while his thumb flick her clit. 

"A-aah..." 

Ian quickly cut off her scream with the palm of his huge hand covering her mouth. Continuing to stroke her, he enjoyed watching her slowly come down from her orgasmic high. When her breathing leveled, Ian removed his hand from her mouth and her underwear, and laughed at the silly smirk on her face. 

"That felt amazing." 

"I bet. you almost brought the roof down. Had I not have covered that loud ass scream, we really would have had a lot of explaining to do." 

"Shut up, curly." She slapped his arm. "Your the one who had fingers all up my nether regions" 

"Oh yeah? Well you're the one who started this, remember?" He picked. 

Samantha who couldn't deny it, or comeback with anything. Resorted to sticking her tongue out, and moving from his lap. 

"Your such a big kid." He chuckled. 

"Oh shut up. It's about time to wash that dye out." 

Ian shook his head and stood up. Walking over to the shower Ian removed his shirt,shoes,and socks. Grabbing the shower head he held it out to her. 

"This is going to be cold." She chuckled. Ian braced himself , removing the offending shower cap from his head. "I'm never wearing this again." He said to her, and himself. 

"Oh Hush. " She pulled him down to her level. "Close your eyes." 

She proceeded to rinse the coloring out of his hair, until the cool water ran clear. Once it did she conditioned it for him. "There. I'm all done." She said proudly. 

"How does it look? " He asked stepping out of the stall behind her. 

"It looks really good baby. I even like your hair, though I need to get used to the new look." 

Ian checked himself out and started cheesin like a Chester cat. Running his hands through his hair, down over his face as he bit his lip. Totally feeling himself, he didn't realize she was giggling behind him until his eyes met her laughing ones through the mirror. 

"Are you that into yourself?" 

Ian grinned, showing off his straight gleaming teeth.. "hey is there a reason for me not to be?" 

He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. With the way he was looking... ('good enough to eat')... she knew it wasn't safe for her to answer that. 

"Um yeah I'm not going to comment on that." 

Ian laughed. Rushing over to her, he picked her up, and carried her to her plush bed. Placing her down, he crawled up alongside her, and reached for the remote on the bed side table. Turning on the tv he began to flip through it, as she focused on her phone. 

Both of them enjoyed the comfortable silence that flow between them. Neither felt the need to talk, or interact even as they sat on the same bed.she glanced over in his direction to see him leaning against the prompted up pillow against the headboard. 

"Baby your soaking my bed." Samantha said to Ian. He Lifted and looked at the wet spot. 

"My bad." 

Samantha was about to light into him, when her phone began to ring. Looking down at the display, her heart stuttered, and her palms became clammy. When Ian looked over to her with a puzzled gaze, she looked down at the phone. Her finger hovering over the reject button. 

"Baby who is it?" 

"Hello?" She answered. 

"Hello, gorgeous." Calvin's deep voice, replied on the other end of the line. "I hope Boston is treating you well." 

Samantha pulled the phone away from her ear in confusion. 'Was this the same man who, all but told me to go to hell, and hung up on me?' 

"Yeah, it is. Thanks for checking on me. You didn't have to, Calvin." 

As soon as Samantha said his name, Ian's head turned slowly to stare at the phone in her hand. 

Samantha could only stare at him with wide eyes, everything around her was mute. 

"Samantha! Samantha can you hear me!?" Calvin hollered. 

"Hang up the phone." Ian said, in a voice rougher than gravel. 

"Samantha I know that I wasn't particularly a gentleman the last time we talked so I wanted to apologize to you." She heard him say. "I hate the fact that I can't do it in person, but-" 

Ian grabbed her phone, and promptly hung up on calvin. "I thought you called it off with that fucking asshole." His voice was cutting. He threw her phone down on the bed between them. 

"Curly I did." She tried to defuse the situation before it could blow into huge shouting match. "Are you doubting me?" 

At that Ian seem to calm down, only by a notch. "Hell no, I'm not doubting you.im just trying to figure out why this motherfucker is calling you." 

"I was trying to do that before you snatched the phone away and hung up on him." Samantha said matter-of-factly. Her phone began to buzz again and she instinctively reached for it. 

"Don't even think about it." Ian's jaw was clenched tight, and ticking from his anger. 

"Baby, why are you so upset?" She grabbed his hand, he looked at his hand in hers, but didn't reply with a answer. "You know that you're the only man I love. Calvin doesn't jeopardize that." 

At his continued silence ,Samantha moved to him on her knees. Sitting on her calves, she grabbed his face, and forced him to look at her. "Stop it curly." She pecked his lips. "I want let that one phone call ruining the rest of my Christmas vacation, with the man I love." Another peck. "Please baby." 

Ian caved. "I'm sorry, Sammy." He kissed her palms resting on his cheek. "I just get so blinded by jealousy, and anger, when it comes to that guy." 

"But why!?" 

"Because he's the man who almost stole you away from me, for one. Two, there's something so fucking fishy about him, and it pisses me off to know he's still trying to be involved with you." 

"Curly you know that I'm with you, so why do you let him get under your skin." 

"I just don't like the dude and I never will." 

Throwing her arms around his neck, she hugged him close to her. "There is no one who owns my heart other than you." 

"I've never doubted that." He pulled her lips to his. "Ever." He claimed her lips roughly,and made to lay her onto her back. 

"No baby." She pushed his chest. "We can't do it here." 

Ian groaned and looked at her pleadingly. "What about just a little quickie?" He lifted her shirt to her belly button,but she pulled it back down. 




The Winter of Temptation Ch. 13



"There is no such thing with you. You're insatiable, once you get a taste,you want the whole meal." 

Ian chuckled, touching his forehead to hers. "True." He licked her lips. "You're just addicting." 

Samantha rolled her eyes. "You need practice on your tired lines,baby." 

"Hmm, your probably right. But I don't think I need any 'tired lines,' since I have my woman." 

"That is true. Because I want let any other bitches have you." She pointed at him and made it a point to roll her neck. "Especially when we get back to VA, i'm going to be watching your ass like a hawk." 

Ian threw his hand up in surrender."hey, you don't have to worry about anything baby. I have all of what I want and need." He held her close. "Right here." He kissed her temple. 

"You better make sure those groupie bitches know." 

A knock on the door had Sam jumping up from the bed. Putting space between them. She went to the door, but paused before opening it. 'Put your shirt on' she mouthed. 

Ian stared at her incredulously, yet moved to her bathroom to retrieve his shirt. When he was out of sight she opened the door and her dad, Bradley was standing there with a huge smile happy to see his baby girl. 

"Hey daddy!" She hugged and kissed his cheek. "What are you doing home so early?" 

"We closed the shop early for Christmas this year. Wanting to spend time with family." She could tell he was in a very pleasant mood. 

"I'm glad daddy. I missed you." 

"Same here baby girl. I was wondering if you would like to go into town with me. I have a few things to pick up , and i wanted you to come join me just like old times." 

Samantha smiled at the fond memories,of her and her dad. How he would tell her stories from his younger days, or how he taught her how to drive a stick shift. She missed it just as much as she missed being home. 

"In other words mama gave you a big ol' shopping list. And you need help." She chuckled. 

"Hey, Mr. Wilson." Ian approached her side,holding out his hand. 

Bradley's smile fell. "Queen." He spat with indifference. 

His reaction to Ian presences, only proved how hard it was going to be to tell him about their relationship.She could only hope they wouldn't come to blows. 

"Daddy, I would love to go with you. Just let me change into something warmer." She went on her tip toes.and kissed his cheek. "Ill meet you downstairs.She made it a point to grab the door. It worked as her dad turned with a nod of his head. 

"Oh man. He's going to kill us both when he finds out."she groaned,resting her head against the doorframe 

"We will be fine.Ill make sure of it." 

**** 

"Ian sweetie you're really good at this." Belinda nodded her approval as Ian cleaned and chopped up cabbages for the southern style fried cabbages. After years of fattening up on them he finally got her to teach him how to make them. She enjoyed having him as her temporary apprentice. Because he was just so eager, reminding her of how he was as a child. 

"Thanks ma. "He laughed at her surprise expression."I've learned a bit from you and my mom over the years." 

"It shows babyboy." She patted his shoulder. 

"I even cooked my moms homemade casserole for Sammy. She actually loved it, though I burnt it a bit." 

Belinda laughed, shaking her head. "After a few times you should have it down pack. You won't have the charred bits." 

Ian grinned, feeling as happy as could be. He couldn't describe the feelings coursing through his body with just one word. One word simply wouldn't cover it. Looking over at the beautiful woman who gave birth to the extraordinary beautiful woman who held his heart;made him feel as if his soul was complete. He never wanted the feeling to end. 

"Where did your friends go?" 

"They decided that they were going out for a while." Ian replied. 

Belinda continued to mix her homemade corn bread. "They were welcome to enjoy our family dinner." 

Ian nodded. "Yes, I told them that. Still they felt they would impose since my family was joining us." 

Belinda shrugged. "I guess that's understandable." She popped the pan of cornbread mix into the oven. "I just wanted them to know that we enjoyed them being apart of our little family." 

Ian hugged his 'Ma' and kissed her cheek. "They do ma. They've experienced more love and enjoyment here than you know. Both of them needed it." 

Belinda smiled at that bit of information."they are a very cute couple." 

Ian laughed. "They are aren't they. From Michaels standoffish brooding ways, and Caroline's bubbly outgoing personality. They definitely bring each other out." 

The doorbell rung, and Ian broke away knowing it was his parents. 

"Hey, mom and dad. " he greeted as he opened the door for them. 

Lauren carried a bottle of red wine in her hand as Jacob carried what looked like his moms pound cake. Ian let them pass, before closing the door to follow them into the kitchen. 

"There's my girl." Ian heard his mom say loudly. 

Lauren hugged Belinda tightly. The two women were as close as their children, and loved each other to death. 

"Hi, Jacob." Belinda hugged his dad before pulling away to converse with Lauren as they popped the cork from the bottle, and poured two glasses. 

Jacob laughed at the two. "Can we have a glass?" 

Lauren glanced at her husband wearing a smirk on her beautiful face. Going over to the refrigerator, she reached in and grabbed two beers, which she distributed between father and son. 

"There you go." She picked up her glass, and began to wave them out of the kitchen. 

"But I was helping ma, mom." Ian explained as he tried to round the kitchen island. 

Lauren shook her head. " uh huh. We can handle the rest. You and your father can go and do whatever you guys do, until the food is done . 

Promptly dismissed. the men went into the living room carrying their beers, chatting about sports, and cars. They found a game on TV to settle on, as the conversation gradually moved towards Ian's anger management progression. 

"I think you've made a considerable change from what you've told me son." 

"Thanks dad." Ian patted his father shoulder. " I wouldn't have been able to without you." 

"Is Samantha doing better?" 

At the mention of her name, Ian got this goofy smile on his face. Jacob knew without having to be told that the young couple were definitely doing better. 

"I think she is happy dad. I do everything I can to make sure that girl never wants for anything." 

Jacob proudly nodded. "I'm glad to hear you've made such an effort to make things right with her." 

"Yeah I plan on getting on one bending knee pretty damn soon. " 

Jacob nearly choked on his swig of beer. "Did you just say that you were going to ask her to marry you?" 

"That's right. Do you support me in my decision?" 

Jacob reared his head back. "What kind of question is That, son? You know I love buttercup as if she was my own. I support you two no matter what." His dad wasn't an overly sentimental guy, but even he couldn't help the tinge of tears in his eyes. It wasn't a everyday thing to witness your only child pronounce his unconditional love for a woman that he plans to make his wife. 

"I love you dad." Ian voiced around the lump in his own throat. 

"I love you as well son" 

*** 

Knee deep into a game of basketball on the tv, and halfway through their second beer, they were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening, and a blast of frigid cold air blasted into the room. 

Samantha and Bradley walked in carry loads of grocery bags, and gift wrapped presents. closing the front door, Bradley, nodded his head towards Jacob. 

"Jacob." 

Jacob rose from his seat followed by Ian. "Heyy Brad, what's up man." They helped lighten Bradley's load, as they moved towards the kitchen. 

"Nothing much, Jacob. Just doing a lot of extra shifts at the shop, still looking for someone to fill the spot." 

"Ah, damn that's gruesome. Well if I knew how to work on cars I would be all hands, but aha unfortunately I'm only good at helping solve people's problems." They neared the kitchen, right as Jacob snapped his fingers. "Hey, I have the perfect solution. Ian's really handy, maybe he can help you around the shop." 

Ian who was having a teasing conversation with Samantha looked over at his dad at the mention of his name. 

"Right, son? You're not due back at school until after New Years' right?" Jacob looked at Ian expectantly. 

"Ah yeah dad, why what's up?" Ian leaned against the counter and crossed his arms. 

"I was just telling Brad, that you probably wouldn't mind lending a helping hand at his shop before you, buttercup, and your friends have to go back to school." 

Ian was speechless. Of course he didn't mind working for Bradley, because he did know his way around the inner workings of a car; but the simple fact of the matter is, Bradley certainly had something against him. 

"I -I don't know dad. I mean I wouldn't mind helping, its just that I wouldn't want to impose on Mr. Wilson." 

"Well I think that is a lovely idea. I'm sure Bradley would really appreciate that." Belinda looked at her husband, with a sly smirk, knowing she had him hooked. 

"Yeah sure. Why not?" He stated sarcastically. 

"See, everything works out." Jacob handed his friend a beer, and clicked his bottle before sharing a swig. 

"Okay you guys can go back to your game on the tv. Once we put all this food away, dinner will be ready." 

The three towering men hustled out the kitchen mumbling underneath their breaths. 'Women,' they heard Jacob say,as he disappeared around the corner. Each woman looked at each other, before bursting into a fit of laughter. 

"Buttercup...would you like a glass." Lauren offered, through her laugh. 

"No thanks, ma." She unconsciously rubbed her belly before she started the process of putting the food away. 

"So did you have fun spending the day with your father, baby?" Belinda put the finishing touches on their dinner , as Lauren and Samantha put up the groceries. 

"Yeah." She laughed. "It was really fun. I also got to see a lot of old friends I haven't seen in a while. Like the guys at the shop." 

"Oh you've went to visit, Paul, and Curtis. They've been asking about you since you got home." 

"Yeah, I went to see them. Gave them their Christmas gifts in case I don't get to see them, before we head back to school." 

Belinda smiled at her daughter. "That was very sweet of you baby." 

"Is the food ready?" She felt her stomach growl from the delicious aromas coming from the stove area. 

"Yes, sweetheart. you can take the dishes and set the table for us." 

"Kay."gathering the dishes and utensils, she went into the next room through the archway. She started to set the table for the six of them. The whole time worrying her lip, dreading the inevitable explosion her dad was going to create once he found out. To top it off, she couldn't fathom what was going to happen once the news of her pregnancy was revealed. 

"You only do that when you're worried." 

Samantha looked up, to see Ian leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. He was staring right at her intensely, something he did when he knew something was wrong, and he wanted to get it out of her. 

"An what is that you mean?" 

"Worry your lip like that." He said, as he moved closer to her. "What's wrong?" When she refused to answer, choosing instead to continue her task of setting up the table , Ian covered her hand with his. "Tell me, baby?" 

Samantha finally looked at him with a worried expression. "I know how this is going to play out, Ian." 

"Baby, you gotta stop worrying about this. Everything Is going to be fine. We will be fin-" 

"Ah okay, here we go." Lauren whisked into the room carrying dishes followed by Belinda, forcing him to move away. Noticing his presence, Lauren placed the dishes down,and kissed his cheek. "Go and tell your father, and Bradley that dinner is ready, please." 

Ian spared Samantha a glance before he went to retrieve the other men. Samantha took at seat at the end of the table; sipping on a glass of water, to cool her nerves. When everyone else was seated, Ian ended up next to her, with his parents at the side of him, and Hers right across from them. Belinda blessed the food, before giving them permission to dig in. Silverware clanking together was heard around the table as everyone filled their plates. 

They began to eat in silence. 

"Ma did I tell you that I got an internship with Dr. Howard at the University this summer after graduation?" Ian asked Belinda. 

"Oh my goodness, really?" 

Ian grinned. "Yeap. Seems as if I made it off the short bus, after all." 

The sarcastic reply, earned a chuckle from around the table. 

"That's excellent sweetie." 

"What about you buttercup? How's your classes?" Jacob asked. 

Samantha stopped mid chew, and looked at Jacob in surprise; swallowing her food, she looked up. "Great. I've actually visited a few gallery's that's thinking about displaying some of my pieces. So there's that." She stated proudly. 

"Samantha it's so awesome to hear that." Lauren looked as if she was going to burst with excitement. 

"Oh. Baby girl..." Belinda choked, tears brimming her lids. "I'm so very proud of you." 

She hugged her to her side. "You know that this news isn't shocking to me." Bradley boosted. " I know my baby girl, is talented. Soon her work will be everywhere." 

Samantha blushed at her dad's words. 'I may have to hold off on that dad,' she thought as she looked down at her food. She nibbled here and there, unable to really enjoy the taste because of the unsettling feelings coursing through her. 

"I have some more exciting news." 

Her head snapped to him, but his serious gaze was trained solely on her parents. "Ian..." 

He didn't look her way, but she felt his strong hand grip hers beneath the table. Giving her the comfort she craved, as she looked on at their parents enjoying their dinner. 

"What's that sweetie?" Belinda wiped the corners of her mouth, before taking up her glass of wine. 

'Oh my god. oh my god.' Samantha chanted repeatedly to herself as she waited for Ian to drop news big as Hiroshima on her parents. She glanced at Ian who was cool as a cucumber, as he reclined in his seat. 

"Well I wanted to say. That everyone knows, how close me and Sammy are. We've been inseparable for as long as I can remember. So inseparable that over time, my love for her only grew into something more... Deeper." Ian paused and looked over to her; she could feel his eyes. But her attention wasn't on him. It was drawn to her father, who had shifted in his seat as if he was ready to lunge across the table. 

"What the hell are you saying?" Bradley gritted. 

"Whoa, now calm down Brad." Jacob added. 

"I'm saying that I've fallen madly in love with your daughter, sir." Ian didn't flinch when Bradley rose from his seat with a start, shaking the table, and sending his chair into the wall close behind. His fist came crashing down upon the table, making the dishes rattle. 

"You can just shut your damn mouth right now!" Bradley shouted , pointing his finger at Ian. 

"Well I'm sorry, sir." Ian said calmly. "But I'm not done speaking." 

"Oh yes, you are!" He interjected. 

"Brad, calmed down man. Be rational." Jacob also stood up, in case he had to stop Bradley from jumping across the table. 

"Rational!? Not when, your man whore of a son, is claiming to love MY daughter." 

Ian's, neck began to turn red, as the closed hand resting on the table knuckles turned white. Samantha saw this, and knew shit was about to turn from ba-... No from worse to worse-er. 

She squeezed the hand still gripping hers, hoping to grab his attention. 

"Bradley, you have a right to your own opinion, but please refrain from throwing insults at MY son." Lauren had grew red in the face. 

"I'm not claiming anything, sir. I'm telling you that I'm in love with Sammy, and she feels the same way about me too." 

Bradley's face wrinkled as if he smelled something bad. "Boy, I'm not going to tell you again..." 

Belinda stood from her seat, and firmly planted herself In front of Bradley. 

"Bradley, stop it right now." She hissed, pointing her small finger into his face. The bigger man seemed to have summoned a lot of strength to abide by his wife's command. "You're better than this, and you know it. Now start acting like you got some sense. What's violence, and causing a rift between us," she motioned between everyone, and them. "going to solve,hmm?" 

"What do you have against me? Huh?" Ian was letting his emotions get the best of him. "I fucking love this girl." He pointed at Samantha, and she felt the tears began to pour down her face. "Why don't you understand?" 

"I'm suppose to just sit back, and watch you use my daughter. Fill her head with all of your bullshit lies, only for you to ultimately hurt her... Leave her." Bradley relentlessly beat him down with his words. "I've seen you do that to quite a few unfortunate souls, and I'm suppose to let that happen?" He snorted dryly. "I won't." 

"I won't stand here and lie by saying that what you've said isn't true; because it was true. Sammy knows how much of a asshole I was, yet she loves me anyway. I'm far from a perfect man, but she wants me, just as much as I want her." 

"Samantha?" Bradley called her name. 

Samantha jolted at the hostility in his voice, but she looked up at him anyway. Her blurry eyes, took in her angry dad, and her upset mother. 

"What is this boy talking about?" 

Samantha looked over to Ian. He stared at her with concern written plainly on his face. "Daddy, it's true that I'm in love with Ian." She declared with her shaky voice. "I know that this is coming out of no where. I should have told you sooner." She paused to wipe her tears away. "But truth is,I knew you would act this way daddy. And it scared me. Yet I knew that I was being unfair to myself and to Ian. So I'm finally telling you that I want, and will be with him." 

Bradley looked as if he was struck repeatedly with each word she spoke. As Ian stood over where she sat, and pulled her into his arms, Bradley had had enough. Without another word, to anyone, he turned away; walking out of the room without another word. 

Samantha felt her dad's dismissal instantly, and it hurt her gravely. Turning into Ian's chest, she let her tears, of frustration and pain fall. There goes dinner; ruined. So is this holiday. 

**** 

Christmas Eve... 

Normally an exciting day started off horribly. Samantha felt the sickest she's ever felt, and knew she needed to make an appointment with her doctor asap. Along with the fact that the results of last nights dinner; which was tragic rejection, spilled over into today. Her father was no where to be found, which spoke volumes, and her mother was upset over her dad's actions. Caroline tried to talk to her, tried to cheer her up, but nothing was working. When she threatened to call Ian over to pull her out of bed, Samantha angrily threw a pillow at her head. 

"Owww." Caroline rubbed her forehead. "Well,he's probably the only one that can knock your ass out of this funk, Sam." She shrugged her shoulders. "So what your dad's mad ass all hell, at the news of you guys relationship." 

"I...c-care Carol. I love my dad to death. I hate that he's turning his back on me because I choose to be with the man I love." 

"Babe, I know that this is hard... But look on the bright side, your life is in Virginia. You and Ian can be the beautiful unstoppable power couple, with a beautiful baby on the way, without having to live under the scrutiny of your father." She kissed Samantha's forehead, and wiped her tears. "You're going to be fine, babe. You have me, and all our friends back home. Be happy." 




The Winter of Temptation Ch. 13



Samantha laugher through her tears. Although she couldn't lie and say that she could totally overcome her father's rejection; but Caroline little impromptu inspirational speech took some of the pain away from her heart. 

"Your right Carol."she accepted the embrace, Caroline offered. 

"I love you girl." 

"I love you more. Samantha replied. 

A knock on the door, drew their attention to the door. When it opened she saw her mother standing at the door. When she walked in, Samantha looked her over me could tell that her mom, was definitely not alright. Her eyes were reddened, and her normal exuberant energy, was no where to be found. 

"Carol sweetie... You mind giving me and Sam a minute?" 

Caroline squeezed her hand and got up from the bed. "Sure thing Mrs. B." 

When she walked out of the room, Belinda came over and sat down beside her. 

"Are you okay Mom?" 

Belinda pulled her into her arms, letting out a deep sigh. "I'm as okay as can be right now." She answered honestly. 

"Your mad at me too?" 

Samantha pulled back and looked at her with a frown. "No Samantha." She shook her head with a sad smile. "How could I be mad at you for living your life, for falling in love?...Ian is an amazing man, that I know truly loves you." 

Samantha shook with tears of relief. "Why can't daddy understand?" 

"Oh baby, I don't know." Her voice cracked. "Maybe it's because you're our only child, and he doesn't want to fully let you go. Maybe he feels threaten by You and Ian's relationship." 

"How is that even possible mom? I love daddy, no one can change that; not even Ian." 

"He feels as if he wouldn't be needed anymore, that you wouldn't even bother to come home, now that you're with Ian." 

"I just don't understand, mom. He's watched both Ian and I grow up together. We've never been a apart. So how can he hate Ian so much?" 

"Baby those are questions that you would have to ask your father." 

"Where is he?" 

"I called the shop, and it turns out that he decided to work through Christmas." Belinda sounded so sad, and it hurt Samantha to know she's the reason for this. "I wish he would come home and spend time with us since we're all together, but there is no getting through to him right now." 

"Right, well he may not want to hear me but, he's going to listen." She pulled away from her mother, and got up. "I'm going down there to tell him that he doesn't have the right to do this to you. He's mad at me, fine...but you've done nothing, mama." 

She slipped her coat, and shoes on, before turning back around to Belinda. "Can I take your car?" 

"Yes, just be careful." 

*** 

Samantha walked in to her dad's shop BB's;which stood for Belinda & Bradley, and looked around. She spotted Curtis, one of Bradley's senior employees, and one of her favorites. 

"Hey Curt. Where's my dad?"she asked. 

"Hey there, Sam." He pulled her into a hug. "He's under the hood of a Acura I think. " 

"Thanks Curt." She began to walk away. 

"Aye, I hope your here to talk some sense into him, sweetheart. He's in a foul mood and it's totally killing the holiday vibe." Curtis grimaced. "My ol' ladies going to have a fit if we're called in tomorrow." 

"I got you." She smiled as the news perked him up, he began to sing an old Motown Christmas hit by Otis redden, 'Merry Christmas baby.' 

Walking further into the large shop, she passed countless others, begging for her to save them from her father's wrath. Within minutes she found the blue Acura with the hood raised and her father nose deep inside. As she reached him, he seem to not have noticed, because he was still focused intently on a car part. 

"Daddy?" 

Bradley's hand paused, as he looked to his left and saw her standing next to him with her arms crossed. He looked her over; still dressed in her PJ's, her hair a mess, and no doubt green from all the morning sickness. Without a word he started working on the car again, totally ignoring her presences fully. 

'Oh no he didn't.' Samantha thought, her temper rising. Reaching over, she grabbed his hand halting his work. "Daddy , this doesn't make any sense." She stated, raising her voice a bit. "Why are you doing this? Mama's home crying right now, because you're being so bullheaded. Why would you just up and leave, and not come back." 

He snatched his hand away, and turned away from her. 

"Mama hasn't done anything. These guys have done nothing. So don't take your anger out on them." She pulled at his arm, forcing him to face her. "I love you daddy, I do. But I can't allow your wants to overshadow my own. Please understand that, and just come home to mama, let these guys go home to their families." He voice was filled with hope. 

When he finally looked into her eyes she saw that he was fighting something, but she could tell he was so stubborn he wasn't going to voice his thoughts to her. When he turned away from her, and headed to his office she felt tears sting the back of her eyes. 

"Fine daddy! You can be this way, all you want." She yelled at his back. "But I'm not giving Ian up, I just won't." She turned and headed towards the exit as fast as she could. Not bothering to stop, when her name was called. The nauseous feeling returned and she tried to take deep breaths to keep the bile at bay. Making it to the car, she sat down and tried to calm down. Her body wasn't having it; as she bent over at the waist and hurled up everything in her stomach onto the ground. She felt something was off, and she needed to get to the hospital. 

** 

"This may sting a little." The older woman said, as Samantha turned her head away;bracing herself. 

"Oww..." She moaned as the nurse, promptly pricked her skin, and tapped her arm to keep the iv in. 

"Aww, I'm sorry sweetheart." The woman named Judy, soothed as she removed her latex gloves, and washed her hands." The doctor should be in within a few minutes or so. It won't be too much longer." The woman patted her shoulder and walked out. 

lying in a hospital bed, Samantha anxiously waited for the doctor to come in. Tugging on her hospital gown, she looked up at the oversize clock to see that it was around 3 o'clock in the afternoon. she had been here for about 2 and a half hours, and her restlessness was becoming too much. The doctor finally entered the room carrying a iPad, wearing a huge smile. 

"Ms. Wilson, I have some wonderful news." She took a seat on the spindle chair, crossing her legs. "After running some test, we've found that you're indeed pregnant." Her voice was infectious, and it caused Samantha to smile even though she already knew she was pregnant. 

"Your approximately 6 weeks so far, but we would like to do a ultrasound to ensure that we are correct." She smiled and explained to her how a ultrasounds worked. "I will be prescribing you with prenatal vitamins. These are essential to help both you and your growing baby, make it a habit to take them everyday." 

"Since you were suffering from a mild case of dehydration, we have to keep you here a bit longer, in order to get your fluid levels up. This is important , because if you are to continue to be dehydrated then your body will not be able to produce enough amniotic fluid to allow your baby to float. Instead your baby would rest on your uterus, which could lead to deformities." 

Samantha gasped and covered her belly with her hand, mortified at the information the doctor told her. 

"It's really important to drink plenty of water throughout your pregnancy, Ms. Wilson. It's important for both you and your baby." 

She rose from her seat and walked over to the bed, resting her hand on top of hers. "You shouldn't worry though, we caught it early. I'm going to send a nurse in to help you to the restroom, before giving you enough fluids to fill your bladder enough to get a good ultrasound reading." 

"Okay." A few minutes later Judy came back into the room and helped her to the bathroom. Afterwards she got back in bed, and flipped through the tv before her eyes began to grow heavy. Turning to her side she soundly fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. 

*-* 

"Ms. Wilson?" 

"Hmm?" 

"It's time for your ultrasound. " 

"Oh." Samantha sat up and stretched , looking at the clock In the proces. "Oh my god, it's 6:00 already. " she looked from Judy to the window and then back. 

"Yes ma'am." She helped her up. "Time flies when you're exhausted young lady." 

Judy lead her into a room a short walk away, that held a monitor, as well as an examination table. 

"Dr. Woodbridge will be here, in just a moment." 

"Thank you Mrs. Judy." 

"Aw no problem sweetheart." She fluffed up the pillow for her. "So where is the lucky soon-to-be father?" 

"Well it's sort of a surprise. I haven't found the right moment to tell him." 

"It will be a lovely surprise for him no doubt." 

Samantha smiled at that. "Your right. I think he's going to be ecstatic." 

Dr. Woodbridge came into the room, smiling. "How are you feeling, Ms. Wilson?" 

Samantha could honestly say that she felt great. "I feel a lot better thank you." 

Dr. Woodbridge washed her hands, and dried them off. She then walked over to the chair sitting next to the table. "That's wonderful dear." She held up a container of gel. " this here is gel, that's going to help us see your baby. Just lift your dress. " 

Samantha did as she was told, and lifted the hospital gown. When the cold gel touched her belly she flinched. "It's really cold." She giggled. 

The doctor smiled at her reaction she readied the wad over her belly. "You ready?" 

Samantha nodded her head;watching as the doctor pressed the wad, gently but firmly against her belly. Within moments, the room filled with a tiny beating sound that was going twice as fast as a normal heartbeat. Dr. Woodbridge grinned as she pointed to the monitor. 

"Your exactly six weeks, dear. Your baby is really tiny, but the heartbeat is really strong." She pointed to different areas, telling her where the baby's eyes would be, and how the hands and toes were little webbed paddles. "Your baby's heart is now dividing into left and right chambers, and maybe later on this week, he/she will began to move their tiny little arms." 

At a lost for words Samantha covered her mouth with her hands, as tears of happiness poured down her cheeks. Not once did she pull her gaze away from the amazing sight before her. 

"Congratulations Ms. Wilson." 

*** 

Samantha was leaving the hospital when she finally checked her phone. Almost 20missed calls, ranging from, Ian, Caroline, her mom, and Lauren. On top of that she also had a dozen text messages. 

"Oh god." She hadn't thought to let anyone know of her whereabouts, and now she realized she was in for it. Covered with the sterile stench of the hospital; she only wanted to get home, take a shower and rest. But she knew that wouldn't happen if she didn't tell them that she was alright. Texting Belinda, and Caroline, she was alright, she explained she was on the way home. 

When she went to text Ian, her phone began to rang; displaying his number across the screen. 

Taking a deep breath, she quickly answered. "Hello?" 

"Samantha!?" His voice was filled with hysteric. ""Do you have any idea of how worried I've been! I thought something had happened. Then your mom and Caroline couldn't tell me, I almost fucking lost it." He paused to catch his breath. "Where are you?" His voice was strained. 

"I'm almost home, curly." She breathed. "I'm sorry I've caused so much worry, baby. I didn't mean too. I just wasn't by my phone." 

"I was just so worried, Sammy. I'm coming to get you. " she heard him say something to someone in the background. It sounded like he said, 'i'll be back,' to whoever it was. "I don't want to sleep without you next to me." 

Samantha felt her stomach do flip flops; practically seeing her beautiful man picking her up, and carrying her to his bed, where he would hold her inside of his strong arms. 

"Baby, it's getting late. I'll be fine for one night, I promise. I'll see you in the morning." She hung up, as soon as she pulled up to wal-greens. After filling her prescription, and buying a gift box, she got in the car, and went straight home she half expected Ian to be standing by his car, for her but surprisingly he wasn't. Caroline greeted her at the door. 

"And where the hell have you been all day?"she asked. 

Samantha walked past her, flashing her hospital band, she went up stairs with Caroline hot on her trail. 

"What's wrong?" 

"I was throwing up all morning, and couldn't keep anything down. After going to have a pointless talk with my dad, I threw up again, and I just felt off. So I went to the hospital only to find out that I was dehydrated" She kicked off her shoes, while pulling her shirt off. "It could have been more serious, but the doctor told me it was mild, so I just needed to be hooked up to the iv for a few hours. I also had a ultrasound to judge how far along I am. " Samantha reached for the photos taking of the sonogram, and handed it to Caroline. 

"Oh my god, look how tiny it is!" She gasped, tears brimming in her eyes. 

"It?" Samantha playfully swatted at her. "That's my baby, girl." 

Caroline laughed. "I know, I know. It just looks so different from a baby." 

Samantha rolled her eyes. "Your clueless." Left in Nothing but her bra, and panties, she walked to Caroline and took her baby's photo from her. "I'll have you know, my baby already have hands and feet. " she teased. 

"Really?" 

"Yeap." She gazed down at the sonogram, with a loving smile. 

"Are you excited?" Caroline asked. 

"I'm soo excited. Maybe a little nervous too. " she touched her belly. " it's a lot I have to learn about being a mommy." 

"You're great with children, so it shouldn't be too hard." She touched Samantha's stomach. "Wow, it's firm." She stated, pinching a bit of Samantha's love muffin. 

"Heyy, stop that." She giggled. "Get out, I'm going to go shower." 

Samantha pulled Caroline from her bed. " okay, okay. One more thing." She clinged to the door Samantha was poised to close. 

"What." 

Caroline smiled, right before she darted forward quickly kissing Samantha's right on her lips. Before Samantha could recover, Caroline was running towards her room. 

"Eww, Carol!! I'm gonna kick your ass. Ugh, I don't know what you and mike be doing." Samantha yelled. When it was clear that Caroline was out of earshot, she closed the door, and went to take her shower. After a good scrub, she walked into the room, wearing a halter white night dress that flared out in a cloud of ruffles. She decided to twist her hair up into a cute style, before crawling into bed. Looking over to the night stand at her phone, she saw it flashing. Reaching for it, she saw two messages from Ian. 

'Why did you hang up on me'~ 

'I love you baby. I'll see you tomorrow, goodnight'~ 

Samantha smiled, as she texted a reply. ' I love you too, my sexy hunk. See you in the mornin'~ 

As she went to close her eyes, her door opened, and Caroline came in. 

"Uhh Carol..." 

Caroline laughed and hopped in the bed beside her. Samantha turned her back to her, and closed her eyes. When she felt Caroline's arms hug her from behind she grinned. "Night, Carol." 

"Night sam." 

**** 

Christmas Morning 

"Merry Christmas!!" 

Samantha jolted awake from the loud shout directly into her ear. Cracking her eye she glared into the direction she heard the voice coming from, to see Caroline wearing a cheerful smile. 

"Carol, why are you yelling." She groaned, trying to cover her head with her comforter. 

Pulling the comforter away, Caroline leaned over her. "I have someone who wanted to wish you a merry Christmas. " she held her phone right into Samantha's sleepy eyes. With a hiss, she closed them. 

"Hi, Sam! Merry Christmas, babe." Annabel, said over facetime. "I've missed you girl!" 

Samantha opened her eyes and waved at the camera. " I've missed you too, bell." She paused and looked at the alarm clock. " but could this have waited for at least another hour or so?" She whined. 

"Girl please, it's 9:00 here already, and Andy's family is already up, and about. Baby tell her she needs to get out of bed." The camera was passed along and soon Andy's handsome southern boy looks were on the phone. 

"Hey Sammy sweetheart! Get on up girl! It's Christmas time!" His deep southern drawl, was filled with excitement you would expect from a child. 

"I'm up, country bumpkin. Geez, how can I sleep with all of you screaming every dang thing." Samantha pouted, crossing her arms. 

"Aww baby, I think we got ourselves a Ebenezer Scrooge." Andy said to Annabel. 

Bah humbug..." She teased. They all snickered, excepted Samantha, who pitched a pillow at Caroline; the only one within physical distance. 

"Oww." Caroline cried. "She hurting me ya'll, so stop provoking her." 

"Alright, okay, we're sorry babe." Annabel pulled herself together. "I hear that you and Ian are together and in the fast lane." 

"You can say that." Samantha relented. 

"Really!!" Annabel shrieked. "Oh girl, I am sooo happy for you guys. It's about time." 

Samantha Shook her head. "Have you two, been fucking like crazy?" 

Samantha's mouth dropped at the blunt question, as Caroline mumbled, 'have they,' sarcastically, loud enough for everyone to hear. Samantha pinched her. 

"Well it's true." She laughed. 

"Girl, I can't believe that my little babe, is finally taking a chance with the man she loves." 

"Well, if you can't believe that, then you probably won't believe the fact that I am pregnant with his baby, 6 weeks to be exact." 

Silence fell over the entire conversation, as Annabel stared wide eyed at her. 

"Did she just... Did she say..." Andy's flabbergasted, questions were cut off by the sound of Annabels laughter. 

"Samantha why you playing girl?" She questioned. 

"I'm serious, bell." She answered, smiling from ear to ear, as she grabbed her sonogram from the night stand. "See!" 

Annabel eyes stretched, as she let out a elated scream. " oh my god,oh my god." 

"Baby, what's wrong wit you?" Andy asked, as he looked into the phone to see Samantha still holding her sonogram. 

"Holy shit! I'm going to be a uncle." He whistled. "Why I ought to call, that knuckled headed ass man up, and chew him out real good for keeping me in the dark." 

"Whoa , hey! Country, Ian doesn't know yet. It's sorta a surprise, for both me and him, since I recently just found out. But I want to be the one to tell him." 

"Ooh..." He said, with a grin. " please be sure to record this. I can almost guarantee, that boys going to faint." 

"I got you, Andy." Caroline chirped in. "But can you please check on my girl, it looks as if she is about to hyperventilate." 

"I'm fine , I'm fine. " Annabel wiped her tears. " I'm just overjoyed." 

"Thank you, bell." Samantha felt her own tears forming. As Caroline too sniffled. 

"Oh Lordy, I think we should call an end to this, before even I be in tears." Andy threw his arm around Annabels shoulder. "We love ya'll." 

"We love you too." Samantha and Caroline said in unison. 

Hanging up Samantha threw the covers back, walked to the bathroom where she brushed her teeth, moisturized her skin, and put diamond studs into her ear. She unraveled her curls from her twist before going back into the room. 

"Babe you look like a movie star, even though you literally just got out of bed." 

"Girl, bye." She said waving Caroline off. 

She went to sit on the bed. Grabbing the small blue and white gift box she bought last night; she placed a wad of glittery gift tissue in the bottom. Then she took the picture of the tiny little membrane that was her baby, and placed it inside the box; followed by one of the pregnancy test she had taken. Making sure that it looked okay, she placed the lid on the box. 




The Winter of Temptation



Samantha glanced down shyly at the top of his curly head, afraid to move for the sake of him stopping what he was doing to her now.

Ian leaned into her, bringing his lips closer to her moist pussy. He heard her inhale quickly and hold her breath, as he took his long index finger and ran it swiftly over her pussy, letting it caress her clit. She gasped and jerked forward. Surprising him by how wet she had become so quickly. Taking his finger away long enough to tease her, he shoved it into her pussy roughly.

She hollered and it brought a smile to his face, leaning into her he extended his tongue to have his first taste of her pussy when she whimpered.

"Ian..."

Hearing his name spoken on a moan, jerked his mind out of the lustful haze it had been in.

Ian jerked away, standing at his full height of 6'5. Samantha stood against the door holding her hands in the position he had placed them in, with her breast on display as well as her completely exposed pussy.

With half-hooded eyes Samantha silently begged him to finish what he had started, but his mind wouldn't let him. His dick wanted him too badly, but the thought of her being his best friend; someone that was almost a sister to him, didn't seat right with him making her a notch on his belt.

Pushing her gently to the side, he opened the door. Not being able to speak he just left her, shocked and unbelievably hurt.

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