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  Home Sweet Home

  I Remember You Two

  Sammi Starlight

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Also by Sammi Starlight

  Home Sweet Home

  Sammi Starlight

  Copyright © 2017 by Sammi Starlight

  All Rights Reserved. This book may not be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission from the author. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. All characters and storylines are the property of the author and your support and respect is appreciated. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  The following story contains mature themes, strong language, and sexual situations. It is intended for adult readers.

  Lyrics provided by Brian Ballotta

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  1

  “I don’t wanna leave you guys tomorrow,” Lance sighed, plopping down on the couch next to Samantha and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. It was a quiet Sunday afternoon and their two-year old daughter Emma was sleeping and they had been doing a few things around the house. They relied on these nap times to catch up and enjoy some alone time.

  He leaned over to kiss her temple. “Are you absolutely sure you can’t come along?” he asked. His band Forbidden Gods was leaving to start a whirlwind tour in support of their new album coming out in a few weeks. His flight left the small town they lived in early the next morning.

  After Samantha became pregnant, they settled in their small town in Wisconsin shortly before Emma’s birth. They preferred to be away from the hustle and bustle of LA and they could live a relatively normal life despite Lance’s fame. People weren’t fazed by his ‘rock star’ status and left him alone for the most part. They still had a house in LA, but tried to spend as much time here as they could. The small rural town was a great place to raise a family and they wanted Emma to experience the upbringing they had.

  Lance had also bought his mother a house nearby; Lance was such a mama’s boy. Fortunately, Sam got along great with his mom. He was a lucky guy to have such wonderful ladies in his life. The addition of his daughter Emma had only made his family better.

  He didn’t want to leave his girls the next morning. He wasn’t used to going on the road without Samantha and Emma. Ever since their fateful reunion, she always went on the road with him. There were a few times he’d left for a weekend thing, but after ten years apart, they rarely spent more than a night or two away from each other. When Emma was born two years ago, the tour bus had a nursery built in and she usually came along with them. Life on the road with a baby had been challenging at times, but Emma was a good baby and had adjusted pretty well.

  “How are you feeling?” he asked her, sliding a hand across her swollen belly. Samantha was pregnant with their second child. She was about three months along and had a slight baby bump so far. He found it incredibly sexy

  Samantha placed her hand on top of his. “I feel good. I’m finally not so tired all the time, but it’s definitely different this time since I have Emma to chase. I can’t just take a nap whenever I want,” she said, rubbing his hand gently. “I’m bummed we can’t come along this time. I have the book tour and things are going to be crazy. Thankfully, your mom can come along to watch Emma while I’m at the events.” She straddled him and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning down to kiss his lips softly. “We’ll talk all the time and you have such a jam-packed schedule you won’t have time to miss us.”

  Lance slid his hands around her waist, slipping them underneath her t-shirt to touch her soft skin. “Baby, I’ll miss you like crazy,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss her neck. “All the time,” he murmured against her neck as his hands brushed softly up and down her back. “I hate being away from you.”

  She ran her fingers through his shaggy dishwater blonde hair and tipped her head back, allowing him better access to her weak spot. When he kissed that sensitive spot on her neck, she melted for him.

  “Lance, Emma will be up from her nap soon,” she muttered, her eyes closed as she reveled in the feel of his lips on her neck. “We don’t have a lot of time.”

  He looked up at her with a grin. “Then we better hurry, huh?” he asked before flipping her onto her back on the couch beneath him. Quickly, he pulled her yoga pants down from her hips, eliciting a squeal from her. He groaned when he saw she didn’t have on any panties on underneath. “Fuck, Sam, you’ve been walking around bare like that all day?” He ran his hand down one bare thigh.

  “I don’t want panty lines under my yoga pants, so duh, yeah. I never wear anything under them,” she panted breathlessly as he spread her legs and settled between them. Lance loved to go down on her and would do so for hours.

  “You realize whenever you wear yoga pants from now on I’m going to attack you, right?” Lance asked before leaning in to run his tongue over her already wet folds. She was always so responsive to his touch and ready for him.

  “Lance, baby, you’re already always attacking me,” she muttered with a grin, threading his hair in her hands as he began his assault on her swollen flesh with his tongue.

  He stopped for a minute to look up at her. “That’s cause you are so fucking sexy, Sam,” he growled before lowering his head again to tease her clit with this tongue. He flattened his tongue and ran it over her sensitive nub, her whimpers getting louder.

  “Shhh,” he whispered as he pulled back to insert two fingers inside of her. “Don’t wake the baby just yet. I’m not done with you. If I’m going to be away from you for awhile, I’m going to make this count.” She gasped as her wet walls clenched around his fingers like a tight fist. She fit around him like a glove, like her body was made for just him. He liked to think that she was, in more way than one.

  He closed his lips around her clit and began to suck gently. Her hips writhed beneath him. He held her down with one hand as the fingers on his other hand moved in and out of her, slowly at first, picking up the pace as he could feel her getting close; he knew her body better than she did. Her sex pulsed around his fingers and she had to bite her lip to fight back a scream. Her thighs began to quiver and he scraped her clit with his teeth, taking her over the edge. She grabbed his head in her hands and held him against her pussy while she rode out her orgasm.

  When she finally stopped shaking, he slid up her body. She reached out and grabbed his face in her hands, pulling him in for a kiss. She always kissed him after he went down on her. For some reason, the taste of herself on him drove her crazy. He wasn’t going to complain; it was incredibly sexy. Everything about Sam was incredibly sexy though. He could get turned on watching her brush her teeth.

  He pulled away from her and stood up, reaching for his belt buckle. He couldn’t get his pants undone fast enough, almost like a sixteen-year-old boy having sex for the first time. It was silly really, they’d just made love that morning, but when she came like that for him, he got so worked up. His cock was rock hard and he couldn’t wait to bury it deep inside her.

  Just as he slipped his jeans down past his hips he heard the faint sound of Emma’s babbling coming from the baby monitor. “Shit. Maybe if we hurry she’ll be fine for a few minutes,” he mu
mbled, his erection bobbing against his stomach.

  Samantha rolled her eyes and sat up, reaching for her yoga pants. “Please,” she giggled. “I’m not going to let you hop on and get off quick. Save it for later.” She slipped on her pants and stood up from the couch. “Besides, I got mine, so I’m good.” She snickered and walked past, smacking his bare ass.

  “No fair,” he muttered as he bent down to pull his jeans back up. “Just so you know, I’m going to wear you out later,” he called out to her, buckling his pants.

  “I’m counting on it,” she replied over her shoulder as she walked up the stairs to get Emma from her nap.

  He couldn’t help but grin as he sat back down on the couch with a sigh and adjusted his still- hard cock. He loved to get Samantha off like that; he could still taste her on his tongue. That’s ok that they got interrupted; they’d more than make up for it tonight once Emma was in bed.

  His head fell back on the couch as he closed his eyes. How was he going to make it these next few months without Sam? He was used to being around her all the time. They usually had sex at least once a day, maybe more, so he guessed he would have to get reacquainted with this hand while he was gone.

  He lifted his head and opened his eyes when he heard the sound of his daughter running down the steps. “Da-Da!” she exclaimed and jumped into his arms, throwing her arms around his neck and squeezing tight. He broke out into a huge grin, immediately forgetting about everything except for the little girl on his lap. Besides Samantha, Emma was his whole world.

  “Hey baby girl,” he said, wrapping her up in his arms and hugging her until she giggled. Her blonde curls were messy from her nap and there were crease lines on the side of her face from her pillow. He let go and kissed her on the cheek. “What do you say you, me, and Mommy walk down to the park?” He looked over to Samantha who had joined him on the couch. She nodded her approval.

  “Yay!” Emma cheered, jumping off of Lance’s lap and running to find her shoes.

  Lance groaned and stood up. “I’m going to fucking miss both of you so much.” He held out a hand to Samantha, helping her up off the couch and pulling her against him. He reached down to grab her ass, pressing his hips into her so she could feel the erection he still had. He kissed her lips softly. “Later it’s play time for you and me.”

  She shivered and pressed her forehead against his. “I can’t wait,” she whispered. “Mamma!” Emma yelled from the other room.

  “Her highness awaits; we’d better go,” Sam laughed and took his hand. “We’re coming, sweetie,” she called to Emma. The two of them walked to the kitchen to find their daughter and headed to the park.

  The rest of the day was perfect--almost perfect. It would be when he finally got Samantha naked in bed and fucked her silly. He planned on making her come so many times before he left in the morning, she wouldn’t be able to walk all day.

  It was a gorgeous fall day in Wisconsin, perfect for a visit to the park. There was nothing better than hearing the sound of his daughter’s high-pitched squeals of laughter while she went down the slide over and over again. While walking back from the bathroom, he stopped for a minute to watch his two girls. His heart actually hurt when he thought about how much he loved them both.

  Sometimes he had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Life couldn’t be any better right now and he wondered what he had done to deserve such happiness. Being with Sam again after all the years apart was a gift from God. She was his true soul mate and completed him in so many ways.

  Then there was his daughter Emma. Before getting back together with Sam, he figured he would never have kids. Sam had left him after a pregnancy scare with his old girlfriend Nicole when he was eighteen. He’d realized how bad it could be to have a child with someone you didn’t love and he didn’t want to do that. Having a baby with Sam had been the most natural thing in the world. Emma was the light of his life and she definitely had him wrapped around her finger. Now they were adding to their family and he couldn’t be more excited.

  He had the career he’d always dreamed about. They were headlining a huge tour for the first time and he was so pumped. He was bummed Sam and Emma wouldn’t be with him, but the thrill of playing for a crowd of people got his adrenaline pumping like nothing else could.

  Sam looked up and caught him watching them. She smiled and gave him a wink. Lance winked back and continued his walk back over to his girls.

  Yes, life was pretty damn perfect right now. He couldn’t ask for anything more.

  2

  Samantha sat on the park bench, watching her two favorite people play on the slide. Emma loved the slide and could go down it repeatedly. They’d taken her kicking and screaming from the park on more than one occasion because she wasn’t ‘done’ playing on the slide. The one at the park near their house was a little big for a two year old so Lance, the over-protective daddy always had to go with her; he couldn’t say no to his little girl. She usually wore him out, making him go again and again until he was too tired to continue.

  The little girl’s squeals of joy filled the air and Samantha couldn’t help but laugh along with her. Emma was going to miss her daddy. Maybe they could steal away a few weekends to visit him on the road. She made a mental note to check her calendar and figure something out.

  Her stomach sank at the thought of being away from Lance for so long. After being apart from him for ten years, she never wanted to leave his side. The past four years had been a whirlwind with their reunion, getting married in Las Vegas, and then having Emma. She’d never been a happier.

  Her writing career was taking off too. She’d just released her third book and it was quickly climbing up both the USA Today and the New York Times best seller lists--that’s why she couldn’t go with Lance on tour this time. Her agent wanted her to do a book tour to keep the momentum going.

  She absent-mindedly rubbed her belly. She had to admit this pregnancy had her exhausted, way more exhausted than when she was pregnant with Emma. A small part of her was relieved she wouldn’t have to sleep on the tour bus. She was already having enough trouble sleeping in her own bed at home much less on a moving bus. It was a challenge to be on tour with Emma and also write; add pregnancy to the mix and she imagined it would be incredibly difficult. As much as she would miss Lance, she knew the decision to not go with him way the right choice.

  She got up from the bench and walked towards Lance and Emma. Her daughter’s blonde curls were pulled back in a ponytail and it never ceased to amaze her how much she looked like her father. Her heart skipped a beat, thinking about how she loved those two people so much it almost brought tears to her eyes. Sometimes she couldn’t believe this was her life; it almost seemed too good to be true.

  She swallowed back her emotions. “Ready to go?” she asked with a smile.

  “Well, Emma and I decided we were hungry and I know you’re always hungry right now,” he teased with a grin. “We thought we’d go out for pizza. What do you think?”

  “Please, Mamma?” Emma asked, looking up at Sam. Who could say no to that face?'

  “Brat,” she said to Lance, laughing, taking his other hand. “Sounds good to me. You know I can’t say no to pizza.”

  He picked up Emma and propped her up on his hip. “I will soon be eating junk food for months on a tour bus, so a good pizza with my two favorite ladies sounds perfect.” He put an arm around Sam and pulled her close as they walked to the car.

  Later that night, Samantha was in the bathroom getting ready for bed while Lance was performing his nightly ritual of checking on Emma before coming to bed. She was going to miss these little routines their family had.

  She glanced at herself in the mirror. She’d managed to slip on the sheer, lacy black teddy Lance had bought her in Vegas when they got married. He had a thing for lingerie despite the fact he couldn’t keep it on her for longer than a few minutes. Tonight would probably be no exception.

  She turned off the bathroom light and climbed o
nto their king size bed to wait for him. They had designed their bedroom to be a sanctuary, a place to relax after long months on the road or in LA while he was recording. There was a fireplace and a small sitting area and Lance had to have a big screen TV. There were times when they would get home from LA and they’d spend days in this room. She loved it, but it would be empty without Lance.

  “Must’ve worn her out at the park today; she’s out cold,” Lance said as he walked into the room. He shut the door behind him and his eyes widened when he saw her. “Holy shit, Sam. What are you trying to do to me?”

  A shiver went down her spine; the teddy had its desired effect. Lust and desire were written all over Lance’s face. “Oh nothing, just getting ready for bed,” she stated nonchalantly.

  “What-the-fuck-ever, woman,” he mumbled, pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it across the room. He undid his belt and had his jeans and boxers off in record time. He hopped onto the bed by her and pulled her under him. His erection was hard against her thigh. That didn’t take long.

  “You know I love that thing on you,” he growled into her ear. “And I’ve been semi-hard since earlier this afternoon. I’m not going to play around right now, Sam. I need to be inside you.”

  His words sent a spark of desire straight to her womb. She reached up and cupped his face in her hands, looking deep into his blue eyes. “Then take me, Lance. Make love to me,” she whispered. She didn’t need foreplay tonight either; she needed to feel him inside her. She needed to be close to him tonight.

  He made a sound deep in his throat and kept his eyes on hers as he thrust inside her. She moaned softly and arched beneath him, savoring the feel of him filling her. She wrapped her legs around him and ran her nails down his back.