Sophie Oak - Siren in the City

Open, Abigail. Sam Fleetwoods voice was dangerously low.

Abby Barnes knew he was rapidly getting irritated with her refusal, but it didnt matter. She was done taking his crap. It had been going on for far too long. Hed been shoving stuff in her mouth for days. She simply wasnt taking it anymore. This was her bedroom, not some prison cell. He was her husband, not her jailer. Abbys hand toyed with the magazine lying on top of the comforter. She had to figure out how to handle Sam.

No. There was really only one way to handle him. Sam had to be handled head on. She knew there was a stubborn look on her face. She eyed him, giving him the sternest look in her repertoire. She crossed her arms and sat back against the headboard of the bed. It was time to make a stand. She wasnt spending one more day with him like this. She was done obeying him.

I swear to god, Abigail, if you dont open that pretty mouth of yours and let me inside, Im going to turn you over my knee, Sam promised. His gorgeous face was turning an amusing shade of red.

Abby primly pulled up the comforter. She was settled in for a nice long fight. I dont think Jack will like the idea of you turning me over your knee, Sam. Youre supposed to be taking care of me. Jack Barnes was Abbys legal husband. They had married in a civil ceremony six months before. Together with Sam, they had formed a very happy threesome. Jack was an alpha male, and beyond that, he was a Dom in every sense of the word. Abigail was more than happy to be his submissive. Jack took very good care of her, and he also took care of Sam.

Sams blue eyes narrowed, and he cocked his head to the side studying her for a moment. Thats what Im trying to do. I am trying to take care of you just like Jack requested. You are the one being extremely stubborn. Come on, baby. Dont you want to be full? The last question was asked with a low growl.

Abby rolled her eyes. She wasnt giving in just because he used his sexy voice. Im full enough, Sam. I dont need you to fill me up. Im fine. Im perfectly satisfied, so youve done your duty. Why dont you go see if Jack needs help? Youve been in bed with me for three days. I cant take anymore. And if Jack Barnes didnt agree, he could just come and tell her himself. Youll take as much as I give you, Abigail. Sam leaned forward aggressively. Now, Benita made this chicken soup, and youre going to eat it. Its supposed to be good for colds. He held out the spoon once more. Open up.

No. Abby went back to reading her magazine.

The way Abigail Barnes viewed it, she was well on the path to recovery. The bacterial infection that had settled into her lungs was almost gone thanks to antibiotics. She wasnt coughing anymore, and her head felt clear. She was tired but feeling better. Now she just had to convince Sam to get off her back. Hed been playing nurse for days, and it was starting to drive her crazy. Shed been a nurse for ten years and never once had she ridden herd on a patient the way Sam did.

Sam stood up. He moved the tray off the bed and stood over her. Abby glanced up at the man she thought of as husband number two. Though she was annoyed with him at the moment, she couldnt help but sigh. Sam Fleetwood was a gorgeous man. He had sandy blond hair that curled around his ears. His blue eyes were the most prominent features on a handsome face that also boasted sensual lips. His chest was what had her attention now, though. He was wearing nothing but a faded pair of Levis, and it left his perfectly cut chest on heart-stopping display. Abby wanted to reach out and run her hands down his chest to his six-pack and lower, but she had a point to make.

Go away, Sam, she said dismissively as if she didnt want to throw him down on the bed and have her way with him. That would only reward his overbearing behavior, she told herself.

Sams Texas accent was thick as he explained his world view to her. You dont seem to understand the order of things, Abigail. Let me explain a little geometry to you. You seem to think were a triangle, with Jack at the top and you and me on equal planes at the bottom. We arent a triangle. Were a straight line, baby. Jack might be at the head of this household of ours, but Im on top of you, and thats just the way I like it. Jack gives the orders to me, and I give the orders to you.

Now Abby felt her eyes narrow. Sam didnt have a dominant bone in his body. Jack might be at the head of the household, but she would be damned if Sam wasnt on the same level she was. Sam was her playmate. Sam was her best friend. He was not her keeper.

Abby got to her knees on the big bed. She was wearing a very cute set of green baby doll pajamas. As she leaned forward, she couldnt help but notice Sams distinct interest in her breasts, bouncing without the support of her bra. She kept her voice low so he would know she was serious. Is that right, Samuel Fleetwood? Do you think just being a man gives you the right to top me?

That gave him pause. His hands went to his lean hips. He seemed to think about his answer, and then still got it all wrong. Yes, Abby, yes I do. Im the man in this relationship, and you should obey me.

Abby hurled a pillow toward his head. Youre the man? Who are you kidding? Jacks the man. Youre the She struggled to find a word to describe him. Sam was fun and playful. He wasnt demanding in any way except sexually. Sam was the indulgent one. She settled for truth. Youre the Sam in this relationship, and that means you follow Jacks orders just like I do. They did follow Jacks orders, when they couldnt find a way around them. Though lately, she allowed, there hadnt been all that many orders to follow.

Sam stared at her, and Abby began to get the feeling she had handled this mornings confrontation all wrong. Her heart softened toward the man who formed one-half of her world. Baby, that didnt come out right, she tried.

Sam took a step back. His handsome face was marred by a frown. He waved off her worry. Its no big deal, darlin. I get the message. Youre feeling better. You dont need a keeper. Ill go get dressed and find some work to do. Jacks been on his own for days. He turned to leave.

Abby was off the bed in a shot. She wound her arms around Sams waist, knowing he would never do anything so impolite as break her hug. He stood still for a moment, and then all of his instincts took over. He relaxed against her as his hands curled around her body and found her backside.

You really feeling better? His question was leading.

Abby didnt bite, not yet. I feel like crap, Sam, and not in a physical sense. I shouldnt have talked to you that way. You are so important to me. You know I love you.

He laughed softly. I know you love me, Abby. You wouldnt put up with me if you didnt love me.

She kissed the well-defined muscles of his shoulders softly. He smelled like soap and some masculine smell she couldnt quite define. You arent hard to put up with. I love you, Sam. Jack loves you, too. Abby knew exactly where Sams insecurities lay.

Though there was no legal way to marry Sam, she considered herself his wife, as well. Jack and Sam owned a highly lucrative cattle ranch together. They had been friends and partners for years. Jack had grown up in foster care. Sam had spent a portion of his teen years in the same group home Jack had been assigned to. From the day they met, they had been inseparable. They shared a home, a business, and now a wife. Sam wanted more. He wanted to be a true threesome, not just a pair of friends sharing a woman.