Sam/Tara: Volume I: Never Too Late by QueenMojo
Summary:

The setting is Bon Temps Louisiana where a romantic story unfolds between a man filled with dark secrets and a woman trying to find something good in her life. An AU of HBO's True Blood.

~NEVER TOO LATE~

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XOXOX


Categories: Primetime Television Characters: Tara Thornton
Classification: Alternate Universe
Genre: Romance
Story Status: Completed
Pairings: Male/Female
Warnings: Adult Situations
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 16 Completed: Yes Word count: 27946 Read: 63902 Published: May 14 2015 Updated: May 14 2015

1. Chapter 1 by QueenMojo

2. Chapter 2 by QueenMojo

3. Chapter 3 by QueenMojo

4. Chapter 4 by QueenMojo

5. Chapter 5 by QueenMojo

6. Chapter 6 by QueenMojo

7. Chapter 7 by QueenMojo

8. Chapter 8 by QueenMojo

9. Chapter 9 by QueenMojo

10. Chapter 10 by QueenMojo

11. Chapter 11 by QueenMojo

12. Chapter 12 by QueenMojo

13. Chapter 13 by QueenMojo

14. Chapter 14 by QueenMojo

15. Chapter 15 by QueenMojo

16. Chapter 16 by QueenMojo

Chapter 1 by QueenMojo

CHAPTER 1: With a little Work

It was a warm Thursday morning in Bon Temps and already twenty-eight degrees Celsius. Sam had been up all night wondering what he'd done wrong to cause Tara to suddenly take off in the middle of the night leaving him alone in that cheap motel she moved into. Lack of sleep made him cranky and restless and he wanted some kind of distraction. So, he decided to do some repairs to his old trailer. The wobbly kitchen counter for starters needed tightening up.

"Shit!" Sam cursed out loudly. The screwdriver slipped out of the groove causing his hand to rotate and slam against the hard resin handle. Holding his throbbing hand, he blamed himself for not being more focused. Instead, he allowed his mind to drift and settle on Tara. He dived deep in thought as he sat under the counter.

He remembered not long after he'd opened Merlotte's, he started seeing an attractive young girl in micro-braids coming by. In some ways, she reminded him of himself. She seemed troubled and alone, angry and unapproachable. But, her beauty was undeniable. In the looks department, she was a rarity. Cute yet at the same time beautiful. Her exotic looks captivated him every time she walked into Merlotte's. Her small perfect lips and almond shaped brown eyes were set like jewels in her oval face. Her smooth flawless brown skin was magnetic, he felt drawn to her. He wanted to at least know her name. Later on he learned her name by happenstance. One night her cousin Lafayette, the short order cook, called out to her when he saw her waltzing in. All along Lafayette had been calling her 'hookah' or 'bitch', names only cousins this tight could get away with. That night 'hookah' was in a rancid mood. She'd just walk off yet another job.

"Please don't call me that 'cause the only hookah here is the one looking at me with them big ass frog eyes batting them cheap ugly ass fake eyelashes." "Well excuse me Miss Tara Mae."

Tara, pretty name, Sam remembered thinking. Sure, she would have a drink or two and when it came to beers, Miller was her preference. Apparently, she was notorious for pissing off her bosses and according to Lafayette, that hookah change jobs faster than Secretariat at the Kentucky Derby. Once Sookie, her best friend, started working for Sam as a waitress, Tara's visit became more frequent. He didn't mind her visits one bit, in fact looked forward to them.

When Sam's bartender, Ed moved to Texas, Tara begged him for the job. With some reservation he gave in and hired her. Aware of her past track record when it came to jobs, he didn't expect much. Turned out that in some fucked up way, she had prior experience. She admitted to mixing drinks for her mom from when she was in grade school. Apart from that, she learned the ropes quite quickly. Sam at first was concerned about her no nonsense attitude rubbing the customers the wrong way, but, soon found that her strong will and professionalism championed over any ruffian. Even for her petite stature and pretty looks, she could give just about anyone a look that made them think twice about messing with her. She knew when and how to limit any drunken and demanding customer.

Amongst her co-workers, Tara's sharp wit and directness was much to be desired but after a while her easygoing nature came through and in no time was appreciated by all, including Sam. Not even a week after hiring her that he started to feel comfortable around her.

One late night after closing, he remembered when he'd finally asked her over to his place for drinks. Sitting on chairs on his porch under a clear starry night, they chatted and laughed over shots of whiskey. Looking on, one would've thought that they'd been long-time friends. After a while, things progressed into the trailer and before they knew it, they had earth shattering sex first on his couch and then on his bed. Ever since, they'd been doing it in secrecy. The sex had always felt new, electrifying and intense, but, there was more to her Sam found himself wanting. In time, he found her to be not only smart, well read and witty, she was caring and sweet and made him laugh. The more he got to know her, the more he wanted to be near her.

A day did come when he realized he had deeper feelings for her, beyond than just the physical. Once she had a bad case of the flu and called in sick. The doctor instructed her to stay away from work for three days. Not seeing her at work the first day was unbearable and he couldn't stand another day let alone two. So, for the next two days, he brought chicken soup to her house. Since then, he has been wanting to tell her how he truly felt about her, but, lately she hasn't been making it easy for him.

For Sam, it hasn't been easy peeling away Tara's tough exterior. He knew that she grew up abused by an alcoholic mother and without a father, and, it tore him up whenever she acted tough and distant. Still, he wondered if deep down she had any feelings for him at all and if she did, maybe she didn't really know how to express them. Could it be that she got upset with him last night for not saying he had feelings her? Then again, she did say "no strings attached" that first night.Sometimes women can be so confusing, Sam thought.

Sam was fed up of thinking anymore and shifted his focus back to the wobbly counter. As he inspected the problematic screw, he couldn't help but think that his love life was like his trailer, shaky and ready to cave in. Just then, Tara let herself in, looking sexy and cute in a spaghetti strapped blouse and washed out mini jeans skirt. She walked straight up, leaned on the very same counter and looked down at him sitting underneath it. Never minding the state of the counter, she had a pleased-as-punch expression as if nothing happened the night before.

Speak of the devil he thought to himself and then let her have it. Instantly the air became tense as harsh words were exchanged. She's so stubborn! Sam finally had enough of this shit and raised himself up from under the counter, threatened to throw her out if she didn't give him reason not to. As Sam looked at her square in the face, he searched for an explanation. Then Tara finally spoke. "I'm sorry".

As she struggled to find the right words to say whilst trying not to sound stupid, she went on to say, "I don't know how to be with somebody, I never been with anybody". This he believed.

Sam calmed down some. "I'm just in a sour mood" Sam confessed while looking around disapprovingly at the old trailer.

"You mean at me?" Tara asked. Yes and some, Sam felt like saying.

"Nah, it's just the trailer falling down around me", he added while still feeling somewhat defeated, and then sat back down under the counter and turned his attention to the loose screw.

It was obvious to Tara that Sam was using the wrong screwdriver in the first place.

"You need a Robinson's screwdriver for that" she said bending down and looking in.

"How would you know something like that?" Sam asked amazed at her knowledge in such things.

"No daddy and a drunken mom, all the fixing fell to me", she said as she straightened back up and looked at the walls and then the ceiling.

"The place would look good with a little work" Tara perked up and give the tiny place a once over.

Sam eyes instantly lit up on hearing her say those words. As he stared back at her and wondered if she wanted the same things in life as he. Could it be that she'd thought that their relationship was worth 'fixing up' and all it needed was just a 'little work'?

"Hey, let's go to Home Depot and get this screwdriver", Sam said jumping to his feet.

"Oh, OK, sure", Tara replied knowing full well that he was capable of getting it on his own but didn't mind going along for the ride. Besides, anything was better than going home to a drunk mom.

Chapter 2 by QueenMojo

CHAPTER 2: Drive-Thru

Heading east on Parish Road, the temperature rose another degree. Tara began to feel a little self conscious. She hoped she'd put on enough deodorant and body spray. Maybe I should've put on a little more make-up. Fuck Tara, going to Holmes Depot with a dude is not exactly going on a date,Tara yelled inwardly.

Sam couldn't remember if he'd brushed his teeth before leaving his trailer or if his hair looked alright. He ran his hand through his wavy locks, quickly cupped his hand over his mouth and nose, blew into it and sniffed. He stole a sideways glance at Tara. Good, he thought, she didn't notice. Then, he balled the same hand into a fist and coughed into it while he kept the other on the wheel.

"Uh, Sam, you just passed Holmes Depot", Tara said while looking behind them towards the building that was now getting smaller.

"Oh, yeah, you know, I didn't have anything to eat this morning, how about you? Up for some breakfast?" Sam asked while rubbing his stomach with one hand.

Tara couldn't help but feel that Sam was up to something but just played along. She left her house that morning without a single bite, so, of course she was hungry. She was too nervous to eat as she felt guilty for the way she treated Sam last night. She was eager to see him early before her shift started so that she could explain herself and set things right. Admittedly, things got a bit rocky back at the trailer and although Sam calmed down after that, Tara still sensed things were still left unresolved.

"Now that you mentioned it, yeah, I do, but, what about the screwdriver? Isn't that's why we're out here in the first place?"

"No worries, we can get it on the way back" Sam reassured.


"How are things between you and your mom?" Sam asked clearing his throat.

"Peachy! Never been better!" Tara's sarcasm was thick.

"Uh oh."

"Yeah, I promised her I'd move back in and she promised to stop drinking."

"Sounds like a deal."

"You could call it a life-time deal. 'Cause it's been a life-time of empty promises."

"Well, are you?"

"Moving back in? Yeah. I'm gonna." Tara's voice fell.

"Good!"

"Good?"

"I don't like you living out of that motel. And that neighbour of yours...what's his name? Oh yeah, Roger. He had that look in his eye. Like he was lusting after you."

"Lusting? He was not. First of all, Roger isn't just my neighbour, he's my landlord and secondly he's pushing four-hundred on the scale. So imagine 'lusting' Roger chasing after me. He'd give himself a heart-attack trying to keep up."

Then they both laughed a good laugh. Sam laughed so hard he had to wipe his eyes. Tara looking on followed suit after giving in to a fit of giggles. In between the chuckles, Tara thought how good she felt sitting next to Sam. Her laughter was like music to Sam's ears and he thought how her presence alone made him happy.

Moments later Sam slowed down his blue and white '68 Ford truck and made a hard right unto a narrow concrete driveway. Ahead was a drive-thru. To the left was a one story building painted in bright marigold with green trimmings. On the roof was a huge sign with the words "Miss Matty's" in orange and black flanked by two cut-outs of coconut trees. Already there were five cars in the parking lot and three more waiting for their orders at the drive-through. An old 70's station wagon pulled up and parked behind them and two more cars joined the queue.

As they sat in the truck with the engine idling behind a silver Toyota, Tara guffawed, shook her head from side to side and then finally looked at Sam in disbelief.

"Sheeat!" Tara chuckled.

"What?" Sam turned and looked at Tara, half smiling.

"You, the country music loving, big belt buckle wearing son of a gun eat Jamaican food?" Tara said still getting over the initial shock.

Sam rolled his eyes, sighed then raked his fingers through his thick mane. He then looked her straight in the face. His facial expressions were serious as a judge. With his bright blue eyes staring into her browns he then reeled off the breakfast menu without so much as missing a step,

"Callaloo and Salt-fish, Ackee and Salt-fish, Steamed fish with okra, Fried Sprat, Liver with onions, Cornmeal porridge or Plantain porridge."

Tara paused then said, "Ackee and Salt-fish, please".

"Boiled green bananas, Roasted yam, Bammy or fried dumplings?" Sam's stare was serious yet comedic.

"Dumplings, thanks" Tara chuckled.

Just then, the silver Toyota that was ahead of them moved up allowing them to drive up to the microphone.

"Welcome to Miss Matty's, can I tek yu hawdah" the male voice over the speaker was unmistakably Jamaican.

"Yo Marvin, it's me mon" Sam spoke as he leaned in closer to the microphone. Tara thought how cute yet silly he sounded trying to sound like a Jamaican. She didn't have the heart to tell him that he sounded like a leprechaun.

"Merlat mon, wha' gwaan. What 'appen, yu keepin' scarce these days. Alright, so what yu havin' today? Di usual Liver with extra gravy, roast yam, plantain, coffee and orange juice, right?" Marvin's voice sounded salubrious yet lively.

"Yeah man, and oh, add an order of ackee and salt-fish with dumplings and extra plantain" Sam relayed.

"And a hot chocolate too please" Tara piped in.

"Oh, so you bring company. So dat's why yu been scarce. Nice! Bring her 'round mon." Marvin said. All Tara could do was just shake her head and laugh.

"Alright." Sam replied.

Turning to Tara, he smiled and thought how cute she looked sitting across from him. Tara seemed to pick up on what he was thinking and blushed. Sam allowed his truck to roll up a short distance and stalled right behind the silver Toyota.

While they waited, Tara laughed to herself as she watched Sam smacking his lips in anticipation. She'd never seen him this excited or animated over anything. Well, except for the time when she once stripped for him to 50 Cent's Candy Shop. She recalled the expression he had on his face, like that of a little boy in an ice cream shop. She liked seeing him happy and was beginning to feel glad that she went along for the ride.

Finally the silver pulled away and Sam eased his blue and white in its place. Waiting at the window was a slender, light brown skinned guy in his early thirties. He had a friendly and handsome face with dimples, chiseled look. Tara thought he was cute and as he grinned from ear to ear, he looked comical holding out two brown paper bags.

"Marvin, this is Tara Thornton. Tara, Marvin Thompson" Sam introduced them as he took the bags from Marvin.

"Hello Tara. Yes mon, nice." Marvin smiled at Tara and he gave Sam a nod and said "nice" again.

"Hi Marvin." Tara gave Marvin a wave and struggled to stop herself from laughing when he said nice a second time.

Sam handed Marvin a twenty. Marvin narrowed his eyes and sucked in the air through his teeth.

"Cho man, yu know your money not welcome 'ere" and gave Sam an or-else look.

"How's Aunt Vie doing?" Sam asked placing the bill back in his wallet.

"Mummy alright man. Hey, listen mi fren, she sen' you something. Check di bag. She said I must mek sure to give it to you the next time you breeze by." Marvin said in a semi-serious tone as if he were passing on some top secret information.

"Cassava cake!" Sam eyes widened the moment he detected it's delicious scent. As Sam smiled with his eyes closed, one would've thought that he'd just gone to heaven.

"Make sure you give Aunt Vie a nice big hug and kiss on the cheek for me."

Marvin laughed out loud. The old station wagon behind them gave a toot.

"Lord dem craven eh" Marvin hissed under his breath then fist pumped Sam.

Just before Sam drove off, Tara cried "Nice meeting you Marvin".

"Alright sistren, come back again yu hear!"

Chapter 3 by QueenMojo

CHAPTER 3: Going With The Flow

"Ah ha! Marvin likes you" Sam teased keeping his focus on the road as he drove east on Parish road.

"What? Nah", Tara chuckled.

"Didn't you see him checking you out? The moment he saw you, he couldn't stop smiling. Man, I've known Marvin sixteen years and it is the first time I am noticing that he has dimples." Sam teased.

"What's the matter, afraid of a little competition?" Tara said jokingly and noticed that Sam was still driving further away from Holmes Depot.

"Was nice of him to not charge you." Tara added.

"Marvin and me, we're practically brothers."

"Yeah, I can see that. Sixteen years huh? You both went to the same high school?"

"School? Nah. Nothing like that. I was sixteen when I first met him. I was on my own and his family took me in.

Tara picked up sadness in his voice. She thought that there was so much more to this man.

"How come you were on your own at sixteen? Jesus Sam, where were your parents?"

"My adoptive parents, they abandoned me. I came home one day and they were gone. Moved out." Sam looked straight ahead, silent, old wounds unhealed.

Tara instantly felt like holding him and hush the hurt away. She slid towards him along the long seamless seat and sat next to him, almost touching. He came to when he sensed her closeness.

"Mind if we don't talk about this?" Sam said with hurt in his eyes.

"Course." Damn, thought I had it bad but at least in between mom's drunken rages, she'd sober up enough to cook for me. Tara placed a reassuring hand on his leg. She felt like an idiot for prying. Quickly changing the tone, she asked,

"How long has Marvin been living in Bon Temps?"

"Actually not long, just in the past five years. Before that he lived in Georgia after graduating from university. There he ran in to trouble and I helped him out. That's what brothers do. Help each other out. All is good now. He has his restaurant and it's doing well."

"He owns Miss Matty's?"

"Well, co-owns it. We're in partnership."

"You mean like fifty-fifty?"

"No, I only have twenty percent of the shares."

"Dang Sam. Here you are thirty-two, owner of a bar, co-owner of a restaurant, landlord and whatever the fuck else and yet you live in an old beat-up trailer."

"Hey, that trailer may be old but it's cozy. Why do I need a bigger place for anyhow?" Sam said defensively.

"You know if you set yourself up in a nice house and maybe drove a nice car, you would attract a lot of women."

"No Tara, that's not how I roll. I prefer to live a simple life."

Tara smiled. She couldn't agree more. Like him, she wanted a simple, stable life and she wanted to share it with someone special. She was tempted to dig more information out of him, about his past, about his future plans, but now was not a good time to stir things up. It felt so nice hanging with him and she thought Shit, where the fuck is he going?

"Ok, Sam, we've been driving for a while. It would be nice to know where we're going."

"Will you relax." Sam replied and gave a little grin and added,

"I have something to show you".

Tara said to herself fuck it, just go with the flow Tara, go with the flow.

Chapter 4 by QueenMojo

Chapter 4: Dreams

Another fifteen minutes drifted by before they came to a fork in the road. Sam took the one on the right. A few hundred meters down, he made another right turn onto a dirt track road. Sam cut his speed and the sound of gravel could be heard crunching under the wheels. Trees lined both sides of the long narrow dirt track, blocking out most of the harsh sun rays. A cool, sweet, gentle breeze moved in. Tara sighed, "It's so quiet and peaceful." Sam detected a change in her demeanor. Her face and body took on a more relaxed appearance.

"This is one of my favorite places I like to visit" Sam replied.

Up ahead in the clearing and a large oak tree stood in the center. The tree looked well over a hundred years old. Its limbs were expanse and the leaves thick. There were other trees in the distance, but, this one stood out the most with its gnarly arms outstretched as if it were welcoming all who entered its world. Everywhere else grass and wild flowers grew. Sam parked about ten feet away from the tree and hopped out of the truck with a blanket rolled up tightly under his arm. Spreading the thick fabric near the base of the tree, he called at Tara who was distracted by the beauty of the place. As she gingerly got out of the truck he yelled, "Tara, bring the food".

"Right." Tara grabbed both bags and carried them over to the nice shaded spot Sam had selected.

"Sam, this place is amazing."

"You like it?"

"Yeah, it's beautiful."

"I knew you'd like it. Here, sit, relax. Let's eat!" Sam popped the plastic lid off the take-out container to release the aroma of warm Jerk Chicken atop a healthy serving of rice and peas and salad, handed it and a plastic fork to Tara.

By this Sam had already removed the other items from the bags and placed them in the middle of the blanket. He dished out candied plantain for them both. "After this, I want you to try Aunt Vie's cassava cake, it's damn good" he added while his eyes danced.


Tara lying on her back patted her stomach and said, "You were right about Mrs. Thompson's cassava cake. Man, it was delicious. In fact, everything tasted great. Thanks Sam. I enjoyed our picnic." Tara closed her eyes and hummed to herself with a smile upon her face. Sam studied every curve and slope of her face. He wanted to touch. He wanted to explore.

"Hey, let's go for a walk. It's not good to lie down right after eating" Sam said as he got to his feet.

"OK." Tara replied and with Sam's help, she stood up.

Sam gathered up and stacked the empty containers into one of the bags and put it in the back of the truck. He then shook the blanket free of stray food and neatly rolled it up and returned it to the back of his seat.

Holding hands, they took a stroll amongst shaded trees. They chattered away about this and that before coming to a stop in front of a pear tree laden with so much fruit its branches hung low. There were other fruit trees nearby. Cherry, apple and peach.

"Sheeat. If this place was up for sale and I had the money, I'd buy it, period" Tara announced with certainty.

"You would, why?" Sam's curiosity peaked.

"Ain't it obvious, this place rocks!" Tara threw open her arms and presented him the scenery.

"And what would you do with fifty acres of land?"

"Fifty! Wow. How'd you know that?" Tara's eyes rounded.

"Uh, pffsst..the ads." Sam voice climbed and he threw a pebble.

"Well, first of all, I would build a three maybe four-thousand square foot house right over there. Next to it a big green-house filled exotic tropical plants and maybe birds too."

"Four-thousand square foot huh. Why so big?" Sam pressed.

"Ah..and oh..a barn with goats, chickens and ponies." Tara wanted to say something else but evaded his question.

"Is that all?" Sam teased.

"Heck, I'm just getting warmed up." Tara winked.

Sam hugged Tara from behind and said in a soft but deep voice with his lips lightly brushing her ear, "I like that dream".

Tara rested the back of her head against him, closed her eyes and rubbed his strong arms that were wrapped around her waist. She loved being close to his warm body and feel the rhythmic heartbeat thumping deep in his chest. She wanted so much to tell him that he's a part of that dream but couldn't.

When it came to matters of the heart, Tara struggled to express her feelings. All her adult life she put up a shield for fear of letting anybody in. She felt as though she didn't deserve happiness. And here was Sam, the only man she's ever known to be able to reach in and still her raging heart. She hugged him right back. She felt that whatever they'd started in his trailer in the morning needed to put be to rest.

"Sam, I'm sorry about leaving you last night. You and me last night was as usual awesome but for some strange reason, all I could think about was mama being all alone at home. I felt guilty for moving out on her and leaving her alone to fight her demons and Mrs. Stackhouse's death and her funeral yesterday didn't help none. I figured it's better to have a broke ass alcoholic mom than no mom at all. That's why I ran off to be with her. I hope you'll forgive me" Tara's voice strained.

"Tara, shh, it is OK" Sam stroked her hair.

"I love my mama so much and at the same time I hate her with all my guts for beating me all those years and making me feel worthless. I cannot continue like this." Tara tore away from his embrace. She felt doubt sneaking back in. She didn't know where it came from but she suddenly felt as though she was drowning and needed air.

"Sam, you're a good man and good men don't deserve to be with fucked people like me" Tara continued, tears rolling down her face.

"No Tara, that is not true! How can you say that? I feel miserable when you're not around. I love talking with you, holding you, going on picnics with you, sharing dreams with you. I have my own demons too, but that doesn't stop me from wanting to be with you." Sam sounded anguished.

"You want to be with me?"

"Yes."

"With all my faults and fucked up shit?"

"Yes."

Tara stood quietly with her arms folded under her breasts and staring at her feet. The silence was deafening. Sam's heart was beating so fast and so hard that he could feel the blood pounding against his ear drums. He was beginning to feel like he was losing her to her fears. Why won't she say something!

Chapter 5 by QueenMojo

CHAPTER 5: When Words aren't Enough

"I..I'm so..fucked up." Tara's voice trembled. She had that familiar look about her that Sam knew all too well. She looked as though she wanted to run off.

"Come here." Sam's voice deepened sounding serious yet comforting. He took a hold of her hand and gently pulled her close. He was determined not to lose her. He held her small frame against him and wrapped his strong arms around her. She rested her cheek on his chest for he was at least six inches taller than her. She listened to his heart beating strong and steady. It's rhythm comforted her. This time she didn't pull away. Not sure what to do next, held her, for as long as it took. As they stood in each others embrace, he hoped his heart would speak for him as sometimes words were just not enough.

Tara pulled her head away from Sam's chest. Her eyes searched and found his. He dropped his arms to his sides still standing close to her but held her gaze.

"Don't let go" Tara said softly.

Sam held her shoulders and replied "I won't".

They met half-way and their lips locked. Savoring the sweet anticipation, he tasted her. Tilting her head slightly back, she parted her lips just enough for him to explore her delicious mouth. Sam moaned. He wanted more. So did Tara.

"I need you" Tara whispered softly as he kissed her warm sensuous neck.

Sam stopped and looked deeply into her eyes as he held her small face in his hands.

"I've never stopped loving you."

Tara closed her eyes and a single tear drop rolled down her right cheek. One by one Sam kissed her eyes, inhaled and held the scent of her into his own being. His lips found her ear and lingered there and with the warmth of his breath, he whispered her name. With both hands she grasped his shirt collar and drew him to her cool lips. They kissed, deeply.

Sam then moved to her neck and trained his lips along the length of it, licking and tasting her essence along the way. Tara combed her fingers through his thick silky locks as his burning lips awakened deep desires in her. Shifting away from her neck, he knelt down on the cool dry grass below them, unbuttoned and unzippered her denim mini. He slowly and gently pulled her skirt down past her curvy hips then down her smooth athletic slender legs revealing her red laced panties. He allowed her skirt to fall about her ankles. Simultaneously she stepped out of her slippers and skirt leaving them in a small pile. Then in one graceful motion, she pulled her blouse over her head and let it to fall to the ground next to her. All the while, she wasn't wearing any bra, stood bare chested before him. Without wasting another moment, she removed her panties.

His blue eyes grew more intense and piercing as he took in her toned naked form. As she stood before him, with her legs slightly apart, a hand on her hip, one word came to him, goddess.

The divine goddess looked down at her rogue angel and followed his gaze as he slowly rose to his feet. She watched him undress. She has seen him naked before but not in this kind of setting. She could see that he'd been working out. He looked good, damn good. She felt the excitement rise in her as she watched his meat cock expanding and lengthening before her eyes. Already he was a good nine inches and counting.

Sam took a step towards her, bent down and swept her up clear off the ground. One arm under her legs and the other supporting her back. She gasped, surprised by his sudden unexpected move. She wrapped her arms around his broad muscular shoulders and kissed his sweet lips pressing him closer into her warmth.

He then carried her under a tree slowly and gently lowered her onto the thick blanket of grass growing at its base. She felt the cool grass blades tease her back. Dense and matted, the green carpet cushioned her weight. As she lay there flat on her back with her braided hair spread out behind her head, he lay beside her on his side and said, "you're beautiful, you're divine".

Tara's brown eyes glistened and smiled a thank you. She then whispered, "make love to me".


Naked and satiated, they lay under the shady grand oak tree upon a thick carpet of grass, they held each other for a while catching their breaths, simply enjoying the moment.

"Wow!" Tara exclaimed.

"Yeah. Wow!" Sam responded thinking how beautifully intense that was.

"I never knew I would catch myself saying this but, outdoor sex is the best sex I've ever had." Tara said.

"Hmmm, with you it is." Sam returned.

"Thanks, I think." Tara answered and her voice suddenly dropped.

"What, you don't think I meant it?" Sam asked as he propped himself on one elbow so that he could look into her eyes and figure out what her emotions were saying at that very moment.

"No, no, just that I feel I'm being compared to your other girlfriends. I'm not sure if I should feel good or feel jealous." By this the tone of Tara's voice began to gradually climb.

"Jealous? How? Look, I didn't... oh, I see where you're taking me on this one." Sam chuckled.

"Yeah, that's right Sam. You know what, I don't know what I was thinking. I don't know why I am doing here." Tara said as she suddenly rose to her feet and walked away bending down a couple of times to grab her clothes that were strewn about the grass nearby.

Sam couldn't understand what he'd said to set her off in this way and his brain went into overdrive trying to do come up with something to say. Getting to his feet, he walked towards her while she stood silently hugging her clothes to her chest with her back pointed in his direction. As he closed in, she calmly said, "Take me home Sam."

Chapter 6 by QueenMojo

CHAPTER 6: A Perfect Day

After making love for the second time, Sam and Tara cuddled quietly under the tree. Sam was flat on his back with one arm behind his head and his eyes were closed. Tara on her side next to him, her leg was slung over his thigh.

There was a light cool breeze. The air was pure and sweet. The birds and crickets sang a melody in the background. The sky was a brilliant shade of blue with not a cloud in it. It was a perfect day.

Sam opened his eyes and saw Tara smiling down at him. He thought how alluring she looked. Like a goddess.

"Hey." Sam whispered with a sexy rasp.

"Hey." Tara replied with a twinkle in her eyes and thought how handsome he looked. She ran her hand slowly up and down his taut abs and chiseled pecs. He was warm under her touch.

He responded emitting a low rumble from his throat. "Hmm..."

Tara liked watching Sam. She always did. Even before she started working for him, she used to drop by Merlotte's just to look at him before going home to dream about him. Now, it pleased her to see that she made him feel good. As she laid naked next to him, a strange feeling came over her. An unfamiliar yet wonderful feeling. This time she didn't feel like running off like she often did every time they had sex. This time she didn't want to ever leave.

"You know, if anyone asked me a week ago if I'd ever go skinny dipping, I would tell them 'no fucking way'. Now, look at me, lying here out in the open, in broad daylight, buck naked and doing things that would make a hooker blush!" Tara chuckled.

Sam laughed then asked, "What made you do it?"

"I wanted you. I needed you, and the moment felt right. Once we started, you know there was no turning back. It felt so natural making love with you in the open with nature as our spectator."

He liked her using the words 'making love' as opposed to her usual, 'fucking'.

"'Nature as our spectator', that's beautiful. I like that." Sam reached up to kiss her.

"Oh shit!" Tara exclaimed, startling Sam.

"What's wrong?" Sam sat up.

"Nothing, I'm too embarrassed to say this" Tara turned her face away.

"Tara, tell me or I'll make you." Sam held her and tickled her sides.

"OK, OK, I'll tell you... but.. don't laugh when I do, swear!"

"I swear." Sam felt ridiculous but held up his right hand.

"I think I came too much."

"Oh Tara, I love it when you come and the more you did, the more I was turned on by it." Sam pulled her in close and kissed the top of her head.

"Yeah, but, you must think something's wrong with me."

"No! Don't ever say that. There is nothing wrong with you. You are perfect." His face was resolute.

"Really? How about when I was moaning and crying out your name? I must have sounded like a cat being stepped on"

"Tara, there is nothing wrong in losing yourself to …., anyway, it's obvious you enjoyed yourself, and so did I. It makes me feel good knowing that I made you feel good. There is nothing I would want you to change." Sam wanted to use the word 'love' as he said this, but didn't as he felt she wasn't quite ready for the 'L' word.

"What we did was so... powerful" Sam added.

"Mind-blowing" Tara reflected.

"Intense" Sam sighed.

"I don't think I've ever felt so..." Tara started.

"Free?" Sam ended.

"Yes! Free."

Without saying another word, Tara got up and promptly got dressed. Sam took it as a 'time to go' signal and did the same. As he sat back down to put on his socks, Tara remained standing and silent, contemplative. She rubbed her forehead and bit her bottom lip. Finally folding her arms under her breasts she asked,

"Sam, did you really mean it when you said that you never stopped loving me?"

Sam remembered saying those words just before they made love, and meant it, every last word. Now, he feared it might have repercussions.

"Yes...yes, I did." Sam waited for the ax to fall.

"What made you keep coming back every time I ran off or chased you away?

"Because no one and nothing else matters. I'll never give up on you, Tara." Sam got up and looked her straight in the face. Tara paused, just blinking her eyes. She moved a little away then shifted about on her feet.

"Sam, did you know that the first time I ever had real feelings for you was when we spoke over shots of whiskey on your porch? I enjoyed talking with you and thought that even if you weren't attracted to me, at least you would make a great friend." Tara's hands rested on her hips when she stood still.

"Yeah, I remember that chat we had. It was the first time I opened up to anyone in months, no, years. I had wondered if you had a boyfriend but when you said you hadn't had sex in nine months, then I was relieved." Sam smiled a little.

"And how did you feel when I talked you into having sex, that same night? I mean, we pretty much became fuck buddies after that. You must think that I'm easy." Tara paced a bit.

"Fuck buddies! Tara, how can you say that! Easy! I never once thought of you as being easy. You are far from 'easy'!" Sam clenched his teeth and tried not to lose control.

"Oh, you prefer if I said, 'friends with benefits'?" Tara snapped.

He refrained from saying another word because if he did it would come out all wrong. He didn't bring her all the out here to have another fight. He wanted to just have a good time and get to know her. Everything was going so well up until now. He wanted her and knew that she had to be willing to have him but just about now she's putting up barriers again. He thought, for once, can't I have something good in my life . They stood staring at each other for a while until Tara finally broke the silence.

"Look, I shouldn't have said that. I...I'm sorry. I like you Sam. I really do. Don't you see how fucked up I am? The more I like you, the more my stupid insecurities come rearing its ugly head. My lack of self-worth and guilt for being happy. I was wrong to push you away. I know I hurt you and I am sorry. Now, I just want to put all of that behind me."

What does she mean by 'putting it all behind her'? Please God, give me a chance.Sam threw out a prayer before calming himself.

"Tara, first of all, you are fucking hot so I didn't need to be talked into having sex with you. That night I was about to ask you, but, you just happened to beat me to it. I have no regrets crossing that line with you. So, unlike you, I don't want to put 'all that' behind me." Sam stood his ground.

"Sam, when I said I wanted to put all that behind me, I meant my insecurities."

"Oh. Good." Sam sounded a little embarrassed but relieved.

"So what does this mean for us? Is there an 'us'?" Sam taking a bold move.

"I know I've been fighting this, but, yeah, there is an 'us'" Tara said with certainty.

Sam smiled.

"And where do you want 'us' to go from here?" Sam asked, pensive.

"Well, I want us to get to know each other more."

Chapter 7 by QueenMojo

CHAPTER 7: A Man's Touch

It had been a week since their outdoor rendezvous, not even a couple days after that wonderful day did Sam take a bold step in asking Tara what she felt about them moving in together. He suggested them moving into one of his rentals as they were more spacious than his trailer. She turned the offer down, tentatively. She said she didn't feel ready. Sam didn't fight it and didn't bring it up again. He felt maybe he was moving too fast and the last thing he wanted to do was scare her off. Patience Sam. Patience.

Tara's period came and as usual, she depended on over the counter medication for the first day. The moment she arrived at work, Sam could see a tinge of discomfort on her face. He met her in his office putting her bag away.

"It's that time, huh." Sam said wearing a worried look on his face. He didn't like seeing her this way.

"Uh, huh. Hey, it's nothing. " Tara said while putting on a brave face and trying to not make him worry.

"Aww, c'mere". Sam gave her a warm hug and told her to go home and sleep it off. He told her that he'll get Mat to cover for her.

"Hell no! Tara exclaimed as she lifted her head from off his chest. "Mat couldn't mix drinks if his life depended on it. The last time he served Jane Boathouse a strawberry daiquiri, her eyes spun around in her head. Luckily she was too drunk to make a fuss. Sam, don't worry, I'll be alright. I've had it worse than this before and still turned up for work. Besides, I just took some extra strength painkillers and it is just beginning to kick in."

"Are you sure?" Sam sounded worried.

"Yeah mon! Every ting aww-rite!" Tara giving him a little smile whilst imitating his friend Marvin.

Sam laughed and kissed her forehead and allowed her to start her shift.

As the evening wore on, Tara took another dose of painkillers and wished that her period would hurry along. Ever so often, Sam checked up on her keeping tabs on her status. Tara felt like a stuck record reassuring him over and over that she was fine all the while masking her aches. He even offered the bed in his trailer. She thought he was sweet but declined. She didn't feel it was that bad, yet. Sam figured she was tired and so locked up a couple of hours earlier and sent everyone home.

After everyone left, Sam grabbed a chair and sat down facing her. He reached down and picked up both her petite feet and eased them unto his lap and one by one removed her shoes.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Tara knitted her brows but was too tired to put up a resistance.

"Shhh..." Sam silenced her softly and kneaded her smooth feet with his warm, strong but gentle hands.

"Hmm.." Tara responded as the pain gradually subsided.

She closed her eyes and rocked her head back. Like a wave, a relaxed feeling rolled in and pushed her concerns away. His hands felt so warm and so sincere, she felt as if he'd reached in and touched her soul. It occurred to her that few men are this caring, this tender. She opened her eyes and in silence watched him with adoration.

Sam unaware of being watched, remained focused and continued to work on her feet for a good ten minutes and then finally, with those electrifying blues, looked up and asked, "How are you feeling now?"

Tara thought, God, he's sexy.

"The pain's almost gone! I can't believe it. Sam you're amazing. One thing for sure, I am feeling mega tired." Tara yawned.

"Maybe it's the drugs on top of you probably being slightly anemic. Let me take you home. You're in no condition to drive. Wouldn't want you end up in a ditch or worse, wrapped around a tree." Sam said helping her to her feet.

"Okay Doctor." Tara winked.


By the time they left the bar and headed down the road in Sam's truck, it was 11:30 pm. On the way to her house, Tara remarked how his foot massage did a much better job than the tablets. Sam promised her a full body massage when she was all better. Just then, Marvin Gaye's 'Sexual Healing' song came piping in over the radio. They looked at each other and then burst out laughing.

"I'd love to know where did you learn to do that?" Tara inquired, referring to the foot massage.

"Cosmo."

There was a pause.

"What? Cosmopolitan magazines are quite informative you know." Sam said in a matter-of-factly kind of way.

"Actually, I was just thinking that if more men read Cosmo, then there would be happier and longer-lasting relationships, maybe even fewer divorces" Tara said.

"Yeah, the trouble is, so few men understand women, or even bother to care to." Sam added.

Tara's eyes remained fixed on him. She wondered how could it be that she would find someone like Sam, this caring, this loving. She asked herself, do I deserve him? Then she remembered her cousin Lafayette saying that everyone deserves happiness.

Even though they were both tired, their conversations flowed easily. They chattered on for a little longer before Sam jumped in.

"Hey! Before I forget, we've been invited to a party."

"Oh yeah, who's party?" Tara's wondered.

"Marvin's brother invited us to his new night club opening party in Vanceville."

"Aww, how nice of him to invite us. When are we going?" Tara said snapping her fingers and bobbing her head to imaginary club music. Her enthusiasm was unmistakable.

"It's next week Friday night. Friday's good?" Sam asked.

"Hell yeah!"


Sam pulled up in Tara's driveway. The porch lights to the two-story semi-detached townie were on. You could see that the TV was on as there was a muted glow flickering through the drawn curtains in the picture window.

"Looks like your mom is up." Sam said.

"Or, the TV is watching her which is usually the case at this time."Tara sighed.

"Sorry you were out of it today, but, thanks for turning up."

"Thanks for the foot rub and dropping me home" Tara smiled wearily and got out of the truck.

Sam climbed out from his side and met Tara along the way. Together they walked up to the front door holding hands. As they stood in front of the door, he told her he missed her already and then lightly kissed her on the lips and then on her forehead. She told him she missed him too. He noticed that her hair held a light citrus scent as he gently pulled her in close. He loved holding her, smelling her and didn't want to let her go. Tara wrapped her arms around him and nestled her cheek on his chest. Turning her head, she buried her face between his firm pecs and inhaled. She loved his scent. His natural musk blended in with a touch of old spice deodorant and a dash of CK cologne gave her a calm, sensual yet homey feeling.

"Sam, take off your t-shirt" Tara calmly ordered.

"You mean my under shirt, why?" Sam asked.

"Please." Tara pleaded with a slight embarrassed look.

"Alright." Sam gave in then removed his plaid outer shirt, pulled off his black inner t-shirt over his head and handed it to her before proceeding to put back on his plaid shirt.

Tara took the cotton garment in a crumpled heap and pressed it to her face. As though the shirt was a bouquet of roses, she breathed in through her nostrils and closed her eyes. As he watched all this, he then understood why. Just for that sweet moment, he didn't say a word but smiled softly at her.

"I'll return this tomorrow." Tara said as she tenderly brushed the shirt over her cheeks and nose oblivious to him watching her.

"Keep it." Sam whispered and hugged her one last time before reluctantly tearing away.

"Thanks. Good night" Tara smiled shyly while opening the door.

"Good night." Sam waved and blew her a kiss as he slowly made it back to his truck parked in the driveway.

 

Chapter 8 by QueenMojo

CHAPTER 8: Robinson's Screw

It was the final half hour to closing when Sam did the last bar call. Things were a bit slow that night and since no one showed any interest, Tara went about clearing away empty bottles then stacked away glasses that were previously washed and dried. She also re-stocked the shelves and fridge in preparation for the next day. The last thing for her to do after cleaning the counters was to throw away the rubbish in the dumpster out back. As she picked up the garbage bags and headed for the back door, her mind ran on the upcoming party and up how she needed to get satin to line the dress she was working on. An accomplished seamstress, she didn't see the point of spending loads of money on a party dress when she could sew her own.

It had almost been a month since she and Sam started seeing each other seriously and she'd grown to really like him, in fact, love him for many reasons. He made her laugh, liked the same things as her, movies, books, simple things. One thing for sure, no man she's ever known to be as tender as he's been with her. Besides her cousin Lafayette, Sam gets her. She felt most happy when she's with him. He even suggested them moving in together. It was tempting, but she turned him down. She felt she wasn't ready.

He's been real good to her. After he told her that he loved her, she wanted to tell him the same and didn't know how to say it. She's been wanting to tell him this for weeks now but the 'L' word just gets stuck in her throat whenever he came near. Fuck, I'm such a pussy when it comes to commitments and shit. Time to stop putting blame on a drunk mom and start believing in yourself Tara Mae. Tonight you're gonna tell him that you love him.

Sam lay waited her at the threshold just as Tara walked past his office on her way back from outside. He grabbed her and pulled her in closing the door behind them then kissed her on the lips.

"Sam, don't you have better things to do?" Tara pulled a little away and impishly grinned enjoying the thrill of being seized by a handsome man with a pair of strong hands. She too, was impatient for later.

"Yeah I do, such as ravishing you for hours. That's what." Sam's voice rasped in her ear tauntingly as he pulled her close and squeezed her sexy ass.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" Tara giggled. She wriggled free of him and winked at him as she walked away.

Hungrily, he watched her sway her sensual hips to and fro in her stretch jeans as she headed for the the bar. A dish cloth fell to the ground beside her and she bent down to pick it. He could see that she wasn't wearing any bra under the white wide-necked cotton peasant blouse. He sucked in sharply and agonized having to wait twenty long minutes before he could have her all to himself.

"Oh, that's a promise." Sam growled under his breath.

After everything was squared away and everyone but Sam and Tara had left, Sam locked the front door from the inside and turned off the lights. Finally, they were alone. The flood lights from the parking lot shone weakly through the windows but was enough for the two lone figures to find each other. As they stood in the dimly lit room, they held each other and kissed hotly. Sam's lips explored her sweet mouth. He moaned when he tasted her kiss. She tasted so good. He broke away and trained his lips along her soft cool cheek and then down her smooth neck before lingering on her brown shoulder. Without warning, he then pulled her blouse down past her breasts exposing them. She gasped at the sudden move.

Kissing her clavicles, he cupped her breasts in both his warm hands. Tara letting out a tiny moan said, "Hmm, not here..trailer". He then led her down the passageway through the back door. Once they were outside, he grabbed the bunch of keys from out of his pocket and found the right key in record time before locking the door. Pulling ahead of him,Tara ran up the steps of the porch.

When she got to the top, she paused and turned around and gave him a daring look. He looked up from the bottom of the steps wondering what would be her next move. She then pulled off her blouse over her head and threw it at him. He caught it and smelled it. Her breasts were full, round, luscious and like ripen fruits, yearned to be plucked. While he watched her bare chested slowly unbutton and unzip her jeans, he rubbed his growing piston through his trousers. Tara slowly removed her jeans and stood before him in nothing but her white bikini cut panties.

Enamored by her exotic beauty, he silently stood there watching while his pants tightened about him. Tara has stripped for him before and every time she did, it was like a whole new sensual experience for Sam. He'd only been to a strip club only once and that was at Marvin's insistence, years ago when they'd just turned twenty-one. Even then, it did nothing but turn him off. He hated strip clubs but wouldn't turn down a private show from Tara. No other woman has ever ignited this much heat in him as she has. Strip clubs certainly had nothing on this goddess. Abruptly ending her little impromptu peep show, Tara turned around on her heels and quickly let herself inside his trailer leaving him standing alone outside. Sam followed, ran up the stairs picking up her jeans from off the ground along the way.

He found her standing in front of the small kitchen counter, waiting. Sam dropped her clothes on the floor next to him and promptly locked the door. Tara watched him as he removed his clothes and fling them to one side. Excitement rose in her hen she saw his organ, already teased to full length. Eyes fixed on her, he took determined steps to her, lifted her clear off the ground and placed her seated atop the counter. Her smooth toned legs bent at the knees dangled off the edge. Unwavering, he eased her panties past her hips, down her slender ballerina legs, over her petite feet then threw them on a chair close by. He told her how beautiful she looked.

He then kissed her passionately on her lips while she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Kissing her softly he trailed down to her neck and then her chest. Sitting upright, she kept her arms straight by her sides with her palms flat on the surface. She watched him as he honed in on her inviting breasts. One by one, he licked the tips of her nipples making her gasp softly.

Tara arched her back and brought her breasts closer in line with his mouth, begging for more.

Like a babe he suckled, paying each breast equal attention. He licked and sucked while pulling hungrily on her taut nipples with his lips. Eyes closed, she threw her head back and moaned softly permitting him to do whatever he wanted. Her sweet sounds spurned him on more. He licked circles around her areola enjoying their softness and sweetness. He sucked and nipped at its tips all the while smelling her sweet musk rising up from between her thighs.

Tara pulled up her legs and rested her feet on the edge of the counter. She reclined partially back putting her weight on her elbows while her forearms rested flatly on the counter. She looked up into his piercing blue eyes. Her stares wanting, needing. She parted her legs, silently pleading. Knowing exactly what she desired, he knelt down on the rug beneath him and settled between her thighs. Then slowly, dipped his tongue into the folds of her moist warm pleasure zone. He groaned as he did this, enjoying her sweet saltiness. His sounds and his tongue enraptured her, she moaned softly. Her breathing became heavier as he kissed, sucked and licked her closer and closer to ecstasy. Flickering her warm nub, he massaged his large circumcised cock from under the counter. Its tip shone as pre-cum welled up at its opening. She angled her pelvis upwards to his caring mouth and cradled the back of his head in one hand whilst draping her legs loosely over his wide shoulders.

Losing herself to him, she gyrated and writhed on his tender hot masculine lips. The pressure mounted in her, her heart raced, it seemed to hum in her chest. Then suddenly, she climaxed. Crying out as involuntary contractions grabbed her and gradually released her.

As her body lightly shuddered in silence, Sam tore the wrapper that housed the condom, all the while watching her, enjoying the fruits of his labor. He then rose to his feet whilst rolling the condom onto his handsome erection. He stroked his cock, now hard, throbbing, tempting, threatening. Steadying his pulsating meat, he eased himself in slowly. He pulled back slightly before thrusting deeper inside her. Tara's eyes rolled back as she felt his girth and length fill her. Oh fuck, he's huge.. so fucking good.She licked her lips and clenched her teeth and commanded her pelvic muscles to squeeze.

"Oh Tara." Sam's eyes widened.

He could feel her pulsating pussy tighten around his cock, pulling him in. He fucked her soft then hard. She became wet. Her creamy box lubricated his shaft with every thrust he made. She's so fucking wet...I could come now. He continued pumping her pussy harder, deeper and faster. They both began to moan above the sounds of the little kitchen counter protesting beneath them. Finally a screw loosened from out of the adjacent stud and caused the counter to suddenly shift out of place. The counter still remained horizontal but teetered precariously on the pole anchored to the floor. It now rocked side to side.

"Hold on" Sam ordered and in one sweeping motion lifted her off the counter, his hard cock still sheathed in her, her legs wrapped around him and her arms around his neck. He carried her over to the bed. On his way there, as he held her firmly by the buttocks, she bounced up and down the length of him.

Plopping them both down on the his bed, not holding back he pounded her into the sheets. She cried out his name. He loved hearing her say his name, sexy and sweet. Digging her fingers into his firm ass, she squirmed below him while her legs hugged him. They changed position, this time with her on top and like a master equestrian, she rode him. He reached up for her soft round breasts and squeezed. She moaned. She loved it when he played with her breasts. Leaning forward, she invited him to suck on them. One by one he licked and sucked making her more aroused while he continued to work his pelvis up and down. Tara came as she writhed in ecstasy on his dick. His organ glistened in her juices drove him close to insanity.

"I'm coming.."

Sam cried out as he erupted spewing his hot juices.


They held each other in the bed taking a few moments to recuperate. Silently, Tara watched Sam on his back. His eyes were closed and his face looked sweet, peaceful, content. She loved watching at him. She opened her mouth to say something, but, when he opened his eyes and turned to her smiling, she froze. Her throat tightened.

"Hey, you OK?" Sam asked looking concerned.

"I..yeah, uh, just my throat. It feels hot in here doesn't it? I need a shower" Tara got up and made a bee-line to the bathroom. Pussy! She wanted to kick herself.

"Well, you know where to find fresh towels. My bathrobe is hanging on the door" Sam lazily waved and closed his eyes again until it was his turn to shower.

After they were done with their ablutions, Sam donned a white towel round his waist and Tara wore his green bathrobe. In the kitchen, Sam grilled up some burgers while Tara pitched in and toasted buns and buttered them. Finding a jar of pickles in fridge, she smiled to herself impressed by how he kept his fridge and cupboards well stocked.

"Hey, do you realize it's just three days to the party? Do you know what you're wearing?" Tara perked up.

"Yeah. Tomorrow I'm picking up my stuff at the tailor. How about you?"

"I'm making my dress."

"Really? Didn't know you could sew."

His back towards her, she watched him in adoration as he turned the burgers dressed in nothing but a towel. She thought: Cute. Sexy. She hugged him from behind enjoying him. I've got to tell him.

"Didn't know you could cook." She chuckled.

"I never cooked for you? Maybe that's because you always sneaked off before I woke up." Sam winked back at her from over his shoulder.

"Yeah, about that. That's because you bark in your sleep."

Sam shifted about nervously.

"Oh heck, you were probably dreaming. You know what, forget what I just said."

Sam was glad she wasn't facing him to see the expression painted on his face. He chuckled and said,

"They're almost done, hon. You want some onions with yours?"

"Sure thing baby, I'll slice up a few."


After they'd eaten themselves full, they analyzed the damaged kitchen counter.

"I guess it's too late to get that Robinson's screw driver." Tara giggled.

"Actually, I got one as you suggested and it worked, it was real sturdy after I fixed it, well, so I thought." Sam laughed shaking his head.

"It ain't so bad. We can still make it even sturdier than before. A strip of lumber, and wood screws and drill, we can fix it." Tara said with certainty.

"You know, you're right!" Sam exclaimed. He paused as he looked into her brown eyes smiling back at him. He loved her spirit. He loved her using the word "we". He was certain that he loved her. He was afraid to but he knew he needed to tell her that he's a shifter. She had a right to know. But, he wasn't ready. Hey asshole, the longer you wait, the harder it gets! Sam told himself.

"What is it Sam?" Tara brows came together trying to figure out the odd expression on his face.

"Nothin'." Sam voice went up an octave. He blinked and shook his head.

"Come on, what were you just thinking?" Tara pressed, suspecting something.

"Oh, I was just thinking how happy you make me feel." Sam replied smiling.

Tara walked over to him and hugged him.

"You make me happy too baby."

Tara she felt something was amiss.

Chapter 9 by QueenMojo

Chapter 9: To Vanceville

At around seven o'clock in the evening, Sam pulled up and parked his truck in Tara's driveway, a full hour before they were expected to arrive at the party in Vanceville. Tara on the onset was excited about going to this party, so, he was looking forward to taking her and having a good time. It was Tara's day off and and he hadn't seen her all day. He'd imagined she would've spent it running around doing last minute things. He left Merlotte's early. Terry agreed to lock up.

After turning off the ignition and engaging the emergency brake, Sam nervously grabbed up items that were laid out on the seat beside him. He checked himself out in the side mirror and ran his free hand through his new do. It was short all around except for the layered uneven bang in the front. He considered shaving, but Lafayette talked him into a goatee. This look is so not me, he thought as he straightened his tie in the mirror and wondered what Tara's reaction would be when she saw him. Sharply dressed in black shoes, black dress shirt, a modern and stylish dark gray pants and matching gray skinny tie. It hadn't occurred to him at the time, but he looked like he'd just stepped out of a GQ magazine.

Shifting away from the mirror, he slipped something into his back pocket. I hope she'll like it, he said to himself before he headed for the front door. Just as he was about to knock, Lettie Mae opened the door, no doubt she saw him driving in. It turned out that she was also on her way out. Nicely dressed in a burgundy dress and matching hat she greeted Sam with a huge smile.

"Sam Merlotte. Come on in. Take a load off."

"Evenin' Mrs. Thornton." Sam handed her a bouquet of flowers and gave her a peck on the cheek. Lettie's looked surprised. "Why, thank you, they are beautiful. I can't remember the last time a gentleman gave me flowers."

Lettie had little time to spare and so quickly ushered Sam into the living room and offered him a seat. In between getting him some iced tea and finding an empty vase, she mentioned going to a church dinner after going to a prayer group meeting. She filled the vase with water at the kitchen sink and carefully teased the flowers in then proudly displayed them on the coffee table in the living room.

"Forgive me, but I have to run. There's more ice tea in the fridge you can help yourself to. Tara! Sam's here. Bye Sam." Lettie then high-tailed it out of the house.

"Thanks for the tea Mrs. Thornton. Have a good evening." Sam wished her off as she let her self out.

He heard her car come alive and roar down the street. Getting up to put away the empty glass in the kitchen, he stopped to browse two bookcases under the picture window. A mixture of reading material lined the shelves. Mystery, spy and romance novels, biographies on Martin Luther King, Al Capone, The Kennedy's. There were at least five books about famous serial killers. WWII and Civil War history books as well as volumes of National Geographic magazines. Interesting. He picked up Dr. No, by Ian Flemming and began reading it.

"That's a good read." Tara said as she came up from behind him.

Sam turned around to face her. He dropped the book to the floor not because he was startled, because she looked absolutely stunning. Gone were the micro locks. Her hair was straight with its ends curled and hanging loosely about her smooth bare shoulders. The dress enhanced her dancer-like physique. The upper part of the strapless cocktail mini dress was royal blue with black and dark-gray small floral prints. The remainder of the dress was dark gray with soft gatherings in the hem line about six inches above her knees. A cute bow in the same color as the skirt decorated the waist band. The shoes she wore were black strappy high heels.

"Wow! You look beautiful...and your dress, I can't believe you made it. Looks like you got it from a high-end store." Sam couldn't stop staring, he thought she looked like a portrait, framed in gold. Tara curtsied.

"Thanks. But look at you! You look so … different." Tara thought, he looks fucking hot.

"Different? It's the hair and goatee right?"

"No, no, whoever worked on you did a real good job. I'm just glad you didn't get a Bieber" Tara chuckled while running the back of her hand on his chin.

"It's all Lafayette." Sam confessed.

"Why am I not surprised. Did he tell you he used to be a hair stylist?"

"Yeah, he did. He said he'd been dying to give me a makeover."

"Hey, I've got something for you." Sam added.

"Oh?" Tara wondered what it could be.

Pulling a black felt box from out of his back pocket, he opened it to reveal a sparkling pair of gold drop sapphire earrings. Tara gasped at the intricate design and polished blue gems. He gently took them out the box and one by one carefully glided them through her piercings and hooked them securely behind her cool lobes. She walked over to a mirror that was mounted on the wall and looked at herself, smiling silently. Sam stood behind her, pleased with the selection he'd made.

"Tara, what's wrong?" Sam asked when he noticed tears welling up in her eyes.

"Sapphire. I...I've never ...it's my favorite stone." Tara's eyes teared up as she looked at herself in the mirror. He gently patted just under her eyes with his white cotton handkerchief, making care not to ruin her makeup.

"Oh Sam, they're beautiful."

Sam held her face in both his hands, kissed her tenderly on the lips and said,

"Not as beautiful as the woman wearing them."


The drive to Vanceville was close to forty minutes. The time flew by quickly as they both chattered endlessly on the way. Tara updated Sam on her mother's efforts to fight her alcoholism, that she'd been clean for three months, got involved in church and started a new job too.

"Mama has even started cooking again." Tara happily declared.

"Tara, that's wonderful."

"Yeah, it's not the first time. She's done this before, lots of time" Tara's voice dropped.

"Oh?"

"What can I say, I'm just happy for her right now, that's all". Tara half-smiled and looked down at her clutch bag on her lap while nervously tugging at the ends of her shawl.

Sam now realized why Tara was so reluctant to leave home. Maybe she felt the need to stay by her mother when she was at her lowest, to protect her from becoming a harm to herself. Whenever she was sober, Tara no doubt wanted to be around to enjoy her for as long as possible. He couldn't imagine what it's like living with an alcoholic parent. Not liking where the conversation was heading, he switched topic.

"So, are you ready to 'drop foot'?"

"What? Is that a condition?" Tara chuckled mockingly.

"No Tara, it's not a condition. It's a Jamaican slang for 'dancing and having a good time'" Sam playfully chucked her.

Tara snickered and said, "Yeah, I'm ready to drop foot. The question is, are you ready to drop some serious foot?"

Chapter 10 by QueenMojo

Chapter 10: Living a Lie

The heavy rainfall earlier in the day opened up to clear skies later on in the evening. The stars stood out brightly and appeared like diamonds set in soft black velvet. Sam and Tara arrived five minutes to eight and parked in the parking lot across the club. At the entrance was a line-up. A couple of security guards were at hand, one of them possessed a guest list on a clipboard.

"Sam Merlotte and Tara Thornton." Sam relayed to the guard who looked like a line-backer. The freakishly large man scanned the list then said, "Welcome to Assassin Mr. Merlotte, Ms. Thornton. Please go straight up to the second floor."

The moment they stepped inside, they could feel the energy in the air rise as the music thumped away in the dimly lit spaces. Spot lights of various colors spiraled about casting colored glowing spots upon any surface. A young lady dressed in black standing behind a podium greeted them and put 'Assassin2' bracelets on their wrists then showed them to the stairs that led to the second floor. A good hundred or so people could be seen milling about on the ground floor. Some people were seated with their drinks at tables chatting and laughing away, some were dancing to the music that the dj played from an open concept booth in a loft above them. At the large bar two bar tends served drinks. Both of them were young ladies wearing white short sleeved cotton blouses, black bow ties, and black skinny jeans. Behind the bar was a kitchen.

Sam and Tara held hands as they walked up the stairs to the second floor. Another young lady also dressed in black greeted them and ushered them through the double padded doors. They entered the expanse area and found that it had the same trappings as the first floor. Large bar, a good sized dance floor, a dj loft, tables and chairs, kitchen. In addition, there were three pool tables. Sliding doors led outside to a huge balcony that stretched the entire length of the club.

"Look, there's Marvin." Tara waved at the tall handsome light brown skinned young man standing in a small group across the room, who now looked confused.

"No, that's Martin." Sam corrected her.

"Hold on, you mean Marvin is a .." Tara began.

"Twin, yes." Sam ended.

"They look identical. How can you tell them apart?" Tara wondered.

"Martin has a scar on his left temple." Sam pointed out and thought to himself, that scar. I remember how he got it.

In an instant, Sam was mind was teleported to the past.

Dry twigs snapped under our feet as me and Marvin walked through the woods from school. Then darkness. I woke up, head spinning, arms and feet bound behind me, rope tearing at my skin, a foul taste of dirty rags crammed in my mouth. Shit, Marvin too shared the same fate.

"Watch me cut this nigger's fucking nuts off!" said the slightly built man standing over Martin with a birka knife. The heavy-set one kicked Marvin in his torso.

"Mmmnnnngh." I scream, no one can hear us. We're helpless.

"Shut the fuck up over there 'cause you're next, nigger lover." the slight one glared at me.

Sam finally came to when he saw Tara's hand waving in his face.

"Sam, Sam, are you OK?" Tara's voice beginning to sound anxious. She didn't like the look on his face. Dark and distant.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine...just thought I'd locked the keys in the truck or something." Sam fibbed.

"Oh hey Martin!" Sam perked up as Martin came over and fist pumped him. Meanwhile, while trying not to look obvious Tara quickly glanced at the side of his face and saw the scar, maybe two inches long. Sam thanked him for inviting them.

"Yeah mon, glad yu could mek it. So who dis pretty likkle miss?" Martin smiled broadly then shifted his focus on Tara.

"Martin, meet Tara, Tara, Martin" Sam introduced the two.

Martin, six feet tall, bent down and kissed Tara on the cheek.

"Nice to meet you Tara."

"Nice to meet you too, Martin. Thanks for having us. Nice club you got here." Tara added giving the place a once over.

While Tara and Martin were deep in conversation, someone tugged Sam on his sleeve. He turned around to see who it could be. Before him stood a tiny blue eyed white woman in her early sixties with the warmest smile around.

"Aunt Vie!" Sam wrapped his arms around the waist of the small woman and lifted her clear off the ground.

"Sammy!" The woman laughed out loud as Sam set her safely back down. For such a tiny woman, she had a strong infectious laugh.

"How yu doin' mi son. Yu behavin' yuself?" Aunt Vie pinched his cheek.

"Sometimes." Sam winked. He loved it when she called him son and wished it was really so.

"Sometimes? Yu likkle devil!" She playfully pinched his nose and continued to say, "So what is dis I hear 'bout you and a certain young lady. Where is she?"

Sam led her by the hand to where Tara stood talking up a storm with Martin.

"Valerie meet Tara Thornton, Tara meet Valerie Thompson." Sam introduced the two when he got Tara's attention.

Aunt Vie was a good three inches shorter than Tara and without hesitation gave her a haughty hug nearly causing her to topple over. Tara laughed surprised to receive such a nice greeting.

"Lawd, she pretty! " Aunt Vie exclaimed, holding Tara's hands.

"Wait a minute, cassava cake, Mrs. Thompson? Tara piped up.

"Yes, di same one. Call me Aunt Vie. Ah see Sam introduced you to mi cassava cake. He mus' really like you." Aunt Vie said in her thick Jamaican accent.

Sam blushed when she said this.

"Yes, he does, and I him." Tara winked at Sam at the same time not letting go of Aunt Vie's warm hands.

Tara smiled as she looked down into tiny woman's kind blue eyes. Right away she felt at home in her company. Aunt Vie laughed again, turned to Sam and said, "Sammy, heng on pon dis one yu 'ere!"

"I plan to." Sam replied and hugged her again and whispered something in her ear. Tara noticed all this and wondered what he said to Mrs. Thompson.

"Listen, you two don't be strangers. Come over to my house for lunch this Sunday. Alright?" Aunt Vie smiled at them before she took hold of her son's arm.

"Alright Auntie!" Sam kissed her on the cheek before Martin escorted her away.

"So that's Mrs. Thompson. I like her. She's a lovely woman." Tara remarked.

"Yes she is."

Tara noticed Sam had a far away look as he said this. She couldn't find soothing words to say to him. She weaved her fingers through his and gave him a 'I'm here for you' look. He read her face and it warmed his heart. Smiling he planted a kiss on her forehead.

Sam face brightened up when he caught sight of Marvin standing across the room with his arm around a familiar looking woman.

"Yo, Marvin!" Sam called at him while he and Tara walked over to him.

"Wha' gwaaan Merlat! Hey Tara." Marvin gave Sam a man hug and a peck on Tara's cheek.

"You remember Morgan Chin?" Marvin putting his arm around the petite young woman's waist.

Morgan, an attractive half Chinese, half white woman, wore her brown hair down to her waist, smiled jovially at Sam and Tara. Tiny freckles across her cheeks gave her an exotic, sexy yet innocent look.

"Yes, yes I do. Nice to see you again Morgan" Sam hugged and pecked Morgan on the cheek.

"Hi Sam. Nice to see you too." Morgan smiled brightly and gave Sam a quick hug. She wore a gold sequined sleeveless mini dress and red high heel pumps.

After Sam introduced the ladies to one another, they seemed to hit it off instantly and in no time they exchanged phone numbers. They even stood at the same height and had similar body type. They chattered away as though they were high school mates matching similar tastes in music, clothes, makeup and the like.


The buffet tables were readied and a line-up quickly formed. The couples found themselves a round table and the guys left their jackets on the chairs while they went off to get some food. Tara and Morgan remained behind and ordered drinks.

"You and Marvin look so much in love. Have you know him for a long time?" Tara asked smiling.

"We grew up in the Seaford town in Jamaica. After me and my family moved to Florida, we lost touch. Then on a business trip two years ago, out of the blue I bucked into him here in Louisiana. We dated for over a year."

"After all those years, huh. That's so romantic. You know, from your accent I wouldn't have guessed that you were Jamaican."

"Well, I left home when I was six years old."

Then there was a pause as Tara contemplated making her next move.

"So, how has it been for the two of you so far?"

"Not easy. I left him three months ago and we've just started seeing each other again."

"What happened, why did you two break up?" Tara pried.

"It was mainly my fault. Well, I guess you could call it fear, and ignorance on my part. At first I didn't accept him for what he was, though I loved him for who he was."

"You left him because he's black?" Tara's eyes became livid as wild assumptions swirled about her mind.

"Oh no, nothing so trivial. It's a long complicated story. Now's not a good time to explain." Morgan paused on seeing the guys approach. She then quickly added, "All I can say is that I hope you'll realize the same thing as I have, that no matter what, he is a man, heart and soul." Morgan's eyes bore into hers.

The fuck? "Wha..." Tara was about to say something when the guys returned with plates of food. At the same time, waiters brought their drink orders and set them on the table. Sam placed a plate piled with Jerk Chicken on rice and peas and salad in front of her.

"Hey Tara, look what I've got!" With a fork, Sam held up a piece of treat to her mouth.

"Ah, cassava cake!" Tara chuckled and took the soft tasty morsel into her mouth. With her mind still in overdrive trying to make out Morgan's double-talk, she chewed, swallowed and looked up to see a very much-in-love Morgan and Marvin kissing and giggling. So, she left it at that and pushed it out of her mind, at least for now.


When they were all through eating, the girls excused themselves and went to the ladies room. Moments later they returned to their table. The dj switched from pop to dancehall music. First up was the song 'Girls' by Beenie Man & Akon compelling many to their feet. Tara and Morgan wooed excitedly like teenagers and joined the gyrating masses on the dance floor, leaving Sam and Marvin to chat.

"So, Martin finally opened his club, huh." Sam yelled hoping to be heard above the din of the music.

"Yeah mon. It's a good time to set one up here too seeing how Vanceville is expanding and more young people are moving in." Marvin replied also raising his voice.

"When I saw his scar, it brought back old memories. It seemed like just yesterday when we had taken that short cut home from school."

Marvin and Sam sat silently remembering that day when two escaped prisoners tied them up and beat them within an inch of their lives.

"Rrreeeh!" A loud trumpeting sound blared around them. The earth vibrated beneath them and in the distance the trees limbs thrashed violently. Something large was heading their way, and fast. Sam, tightly bound, gagged and face streaked with tears and blood, craned his neck to see a large African elephant rush past him and pin the scrawny prisoner to a tree. His knife dropped to the ground. The man's arms and legs flayed about as the beast rammed his head repeatedly against him. Martin also hog tied and bloodied, had just time to wriggle out of the way. Then there was a loud bang. The bullet whizzed past the elephant and lodged itself in the tree behind him. He then spun around and left his first victim crumpled at the base of the tree. Then like a freight train, he closed in on his next target holding a Smith and Wesson. Frightened and in disbelief, the square jawed man tripped and fell backwards on the ground. While on his back, he aimed the gun at the beast and squeezed the trigger. His aim was better this time, but alas, not that good. The bullet only grazed the pachyderm's temple. Rearing up on hind legs, the elephant trumpeted once more before it came crashing down on the prisoner's chest.

"Blow wow! If it wasn't for Martin, we'd be dead." Martin slapped his knee then continued, "Dem fuckahs deserved what came to dem!"

"Yeah. Pussy holes." Sam snickered. They had a good laugh before settling down again.

"I see you've made up with Morgan." Sam switched his tone as he happily watched Tara smiling and dancing.

"Yeah. It wasn't easy." The corners of Marvin's lips curled upwards.

"I thought she'd left you for good after she found out." Sam added rocking back in his chair.

"Me too. I thought we were over. I told her I understood and that I will always love her. Then months later she came back into my life and when she did, I felt whole again." Marvin placed one hand on his chest while he took a couple gulps of Red Stripe beer.

"I'm glad she did. I like Morgan. I'm happy for the both of you bro." Sam leaned forward and tapped his bottle against Marvin's.

He understood Marvin perfectly. The only time Sam felt whole was when Tara was with him and he couldn't imagine being without her.

"Sam, you love Tara, I can tell. You have to tell her. You know dat." Marvin looked at Sam unsmiling.

"I know. I don't know how much longer I can hide that part about me. I cannot continue like this, living a lie." Sam conceded and drank some beer.

"Di sooner di better, Sam. Sooner di better." Marvin warned.

Marvin ended his sentence when he noticed their dates returning.

Chapter 11 by QueenMojo

Chapter 11: Never Sounded Sweeter

As the evening wore on, the crowd swelled. The music had just about everyone rocking and swaying to the lively beat. It made Sam happy to see Tara having a good time and he was determined to keep it that way. He pushed the last conversation he had with Marvin out of his mind, at least for now. He just wasn't ready to reveal his true self to her.

"Hey there." Tara spun around and sat on Sam's lap after just dancing up a storm. She rested her toned arms lovingly around his broad shoulders.

"Hey you." He smiled at her proudly as she sat daintily on his lap. He planted a kiss on her perfumed neck and enjoyed her, her spirit, her innocence, her beauty, her love.

"Sam..." Tara began with reservation.

"Yes hon?" Sam looked at her tenderly with eyes that were the same color as the sapphire earrings that dangled from her ears.

"I..." Say it you fool! A lump formed in her throat.

Just then, the music switched from upbeat to slow and steady. 'I've Been Loving You' by Seal began playing. As Sam looked deeply in her brown eyes, he took her by the hand. By his electric gaze she knew what it meant. She slowly rose to her feet and allowed him to lead her to the dance floor. As Sam and Tara held each other close, their bodies touching, their hearts beat in synchrony with the that of the music. Tara rested her head on Sam's strong shoulder while his cheek and neck cradled her head. With their arms wrapped around each other, they rocked slowly to the soothing tunes. Enveloped in his scent and warmth, Tara felt she belonged in his arms, safe and loved.

"I love you." Tara whispered in Sam's ear as the music continued playing in the background.

Sam paused. He held her face in his hands, still standing close to her. Her eyes glossed over as she said the words again, the very words he'd been waiting to hear. At that moment, it was as if they were the only ones on the planet and everything else around them ceased to matter. Those three words never sounded sweeter to Sam. He kissed her cool trembling lips while she whispered 'I love you' again and again.

He bent down and wrapped his arms around her thighs and raised her up high. Tara wasn't even embarassed one bit as they ony had eyes for each other. She looked down into his piercing blues and smiled.

"Wooo, yeaaah. She loves me!" Sam shouted at the top of his lungs, looking up at her as he spun her around. Then, he slowly eased her back down on her feet and said, "I love you too, Tara, I love you." Then they kissed with their eyes closed oblivious to others looking on, pointing and smiling. Meanwhile Marvin and Morgan who were watching in the sidelines cheered on, "One love, one love!" Others moved by the scene joined in with whistles and woos.

The DJ picked up the pace with 'Hot Boyz' by Missy Elliott. Feeling on top of the world, Sam broke out into two step double and other dance moves Tara never dreamed he had. Not only was she surprised, she was delighted to see this country boy dance to rap and hip hop and doing a darn good job of it. Smiling she joined him in 'dropping foot'. There was not a person seen sitting in the room, everyone was up on the dance floor.


At about 2 am the crowd began to thin and Sam and Tara bid their farewells before leaving. Marvin and Morgan joined them at the parking lot across the road. The guys did their man hugs and the girls embraced tightly vowing to meet up again just before they went their separate ways.

While Sam and Tara was on the road, Sam looked over at Tara and asked,

"So, did you have a good time?"

"Yes, I really did. Thanks for taking me, it's a nice club. I've got to tell Sooks and Lafayette and the others about this place. Hey, one day a group of us should go.

"Yeah. We should."

"Sam, you were dropping some serious foot back there." Tara chuckled as she looked at him.

"I know a few moves." Sam playfully did a little jig in his seat while his hands steadied the steering wheel.

"You go bad boy!" Tara laughing cheered him on.

"I have some other moves I want to show you too." Sam giving a devilish grin.

Tara slid over in the seat, snuggled up to him, kissed his neck and said, "Well, so do I."

Sam heart sped up when her warm tongue sensually measured his neck and slowly inched her way up to his ear. She tarried there a while sucking on his delicious lobe. As she did this, he cradled the back of her head with his right hand. Blood immediately rushed to his midsection.

"Hmm, I could just take you now." Sam confessed while trying his darnest to keep focused on the road.

Sam saw a Jameson Inn sign up ahead and angled his truck into the well lit semi-circular driveway. Tara lifted her head up and looked around to see a three story Georgian style building. She smiled at him as he pulled up and found a parking spot. After he killed the engine, Sam hopped out of his side and rushed over to her's slamming his door shut behind him. He opened the door for her and helped her out of the vehicle. Holding hands they ran past the perfectly manicured lawn straight through the doors and right up to the check-in counter.


The sun was shining brightly and not a cloud was in the sky. Sam and Tara drove down a straight road, Tara behind the wheel. Sam drummed his hands on the dash-board to Linkin Park's New Divide tunes blaring on the radio. Tara glanced at him and threw her head back laughing before returning her focus on the road. Sam settled his stares on her. She looked so pretty, radiant. Her smiles lit up the universe.

"I'm a shifter."

"What?" Turning to Sam, Tara's smiling face instantly took on a look of disbelief.

"I'm a..."

"I heard ..." Her voice sharpened and before she could end her sentence, something ahead of them caught their eyes.

With little time to react they drove right into a thick mist. The low anchored dense cloud enveloped the truck seemingly erased any trace of trees and road around them. Sam turned his head to the right, and saw that the seat was empty, Tara was gone. As the tiny rubix cube key-chain dangled from the ignition, the radio continued playing and the truck kept on driving all on its own.

"Tara!" Sam cried out frantically. Confused and frightened, he quickly slid behind the wheel.

Then the cloud broke just enough for Sam to see the road again. He mashed his foot on the brake, but, in vain as the truck broke past a barrier and nosedived over the cliff.

Sam forced his eyes open and sat up, sweating he looked around the dimly lit room trying to make sense of where he was. Tara had already been sitting up as she was startled out of her sleep by his cries. According to the clock radio it was just 4:30 am. It was still dark outside except for the lightning flashes that intermittently filled the room through the large glass windows and sliding doors that lead to the balcony. Breathing hard, Sam turned and faced Tara, his eyes were wide and he looked like a lost and frightened little boy. Tara grab hold of him and pressed him to her. She could feel his heart pounding away in his chest. Sam madly hugged her as if he hadn't seen her for decades.

"Shh...it's OK, you were just having a bad dream." Tara hushed him softly in the dark. After Sam calmed down a bit he asked, "Where am I? How did we get here?" His chin rested on Tara's shoulder.

"Jameson Inn. We came here after the party in Vanceville. Remember?" Tara rubbed his broad back as though she was burping a baby and could feel the tenseness in his body slowly ease away. Now wide awake, Tara wondered what could be bothering him. Just as she was about to ask him he pepped up.

"Oh yeah." Relieved, Sam raised his head from Tara's shoulder then threw himself backwards in the bed and landed flat on his back, his head sank in the fluffy king-sized pillows. Tara could make out his face and wondered how he looked cute this early in the morning. By this, the sheet had slipped past her chest. Tara looked seductive with a lock of her dark hair hanging loosely over one eye. Sam looked up and let his eyes wander over her exposed smooth and succulent breasts.

"Hmm, now I remember why we came here in the first place." Sam grinned devilishly as he ran a finger up and down the center of her chest, lightly and tantilizingly traced circles around the areola of one of her breasts.

Tara gasped softly and could see him growing from under the sheets. It was obvious that he'd fully recovered from the dream.

"So you do remember. Pity. I guess I don't need to remind you after all." Tara teased and pretended to be uninterested then covered herself up with the sheets.

"Remind me again how sexy you are." Sam commanded and slowly pulled the sheet down past her breasts.

They made unhurried love in the kingsized bed while nature's random pulsating electric displays filled the room. In the distance, there were low rumblings of thunder of an impending storm.

Chapter 12 by QueenMojo

CHAPTER 12: Continental Breakfast

At six o'clock in the morning, there was a steady downpour of rain outside. The sweet scent of earth intermingled with rain made its way up to the third floor through open windows filling the large suite. Tired and content, Sam and Tara lay naked in the center of the king-sized bed. In each others' arms they held each other close. In calm blissful silence, Sam smiled down sweetly at Tara, the beautiful specimen of a woman who curled up to his body with her pretty head resting on his right breast and her smooth toned leg slung over his thigh. Slowly, he stretched and pulled the duvet covers up over their satisfied bodies all the while making sure not to disturb his angelic beauty. Gently tucking the covers under her chin, he thought how peaceful she looked as the cool air and the soothing sound of the rain from outside lulled her to sleep. Feeling complete, he closed his eyes and before the words I love you escaped his lips, Tara whispered, "I love you too, Sam" then drifted off. Moments later, sleep claimed him.


At around nine AM, the rain finally eased up and the sun beat back gray clouds into oblivion. The birds came out of hiding and chirped loudly. Once Tara and Sam were through taking quick showers, they got dressed and went downstairs in search of breakfast. Their marathon lovemaking left them famished, to say the least. At the bottom of the steps they came across a sign labeled Continental Breakfast, McKinley Dining Room and an arrow pointing the way. Holding hands they walked down a long hallway leading to an expanse dining room with high vaulted ceiling. Natural light flooded the room through large paned glass windows overlooking the garden. White sheer window treatments tied back with green tassels allowed the picturesque scene in. At the entrance of the dining area, a hostess on duty escorted them directly to a small cozy table already set for two. Their table was flanked on either side by plants in oversized white glazed pots. Right next to them were large french-doors that led out onto a large patio that ran the entire length of the room.

In the large dining area, only three other tables were occupied. While Tara and Sam sat at their table waiting to have their orders taken, Tara lazily gazed through the glass windows on her right onto the colorful garden outside. Washed clean, the leaves of grateful plants and trees gleamed as remaining droplets of moisture slowly slid off their slick green surfaces. She caught sight of a bumble bee darting from one flower to the next and giggled when a family of chipmunks run across the manicured lawn.

"So beautiful." Tara whispered still looking outside.

"I couldn't agree with you more." Sam added while not taking his eyes off her.

Facing him, Tara blushed. She then weaved her slender fingers through his. Her browns and his blues met. They came out of their trance when a waiter appeared with a coffee pot in one hand and a flask of milk in the other. After he filled their cups, he took their orders then bounded off to attend to an elderly couple seated at the opposite side of the room.

"Sam, how did you know about this place? It's wonderful here."

"I came across it on the internet when I was looking for directions to Vanceville. Their rates are pretty good, we should come here again."

"Yes, I'd like that." I'd love that.

"Hey, all set for dinner tomorrow at Aunt Vie's?"

"Of course. I wouldn't miss her cassava cake for the world."

"About this morning..." Tara continued.

"What about this morning?" Please don't ask me about the dream.

"Sam, do I have to spell it out? Tara said with a hint of impatience in her voice.

Silence.

"You and me making love until the break of dawn." Tara added with a slight embarrassed tone thrown in.

"Mm mm, oh yeah. We went through two strips of condoms."

"How many condoms did we use?"

"Six."

"Damn, at this rate, we're going to burn ourselves out." Tara exclaimed.

"Really. I don't know about you but all this talk is giving me wood right now." Sam glared at her and kissed her soft hands.

"You're such a liar."Tara gave Sam a playful kick under the table.

"I wouldn't lie about this..." Sam guided her right hand under the table and positioned it on top of his expanding crotch.

Thanks to the large potted plants on either side of the table and the long flowing table cloth, no one else noticed what took place under that table. Tara's pulse quickened as she felt his cock growing from under the fabric of his pants.

"Shit!" Tara exclaimed and met his coy stares.

Watching him reach under the table, unzip his pants and set free his thick, hard, pulsating cock, Tara's eyes widened, filled with surprise and hunger.

"Touch me." Sam commanded as he looked at her with primal lust.

"Holy fuck Sam! Someone might see us." Tara's eyes darted around and her heart pounded with excitement, all the while her fingers burned to be wrapped around his thick hard meat.

"Fuck that! Do it!" Sam demanded with fire in his eyes. Tara became turned on by the anguish mounting in his voice and in his pelvis.

"With pleasure." Whispering seductively into his ear, she leaned in closer and licked and sucked the cool lobes of his ear. She firmly took hold of his hot member. Wrapping her slender fingers around him, she worked her hand up and down the length of him. His cheeks immediately became flushed and his lips turned a deeper shade of red. As she gradually increased her speed, she rubbed the top of his thick helmet with the pad of her thumb.

"Hmm.." Sam let out a small moan as her fingers charmed his needy snake. Appreciating her multitasking skills, Sam lips curled up at the ends. His sounds and expressions turned her on even more. Her panties became soaked and her pussy ached for attention. Determined to please him, she moved her hand up and down with greater urgency. Ever so often she let her eyes sweep the room. If anyone so much as looked in their direction, Sam's face would've been a dead give-away. Good, no one was watching. As his right hand inched closer and closer to the table's edge, he tilted back his head and emitted broken gasps. Fighting the the tension building up between her thighs, Tara thought, Jesus...His cock feels so hard..I wish he was pounding me from behind right here on this table.

Sam rocked his head forward and looked her straight in the eyes. His electrifying stares silently urged her on. Looking past her, he noticed their waiter in the distance returning from the kitchen with their order expertly balanced on a big tray.

"Baby, don't stop." Sam's plea sounded raw and heavy.

"Come for me baby. Shoot your load." Tara whispered huskily as she licked her lips seductively.

She leaned closer to him while she quickened her strokes. Sam glared at her moist lips and her breasts bubbling above the top of her dress. Her sensual voice and wanton looks added fuel to his flame.

In a hushed cry, Sam voiced his release. "Oh God!"

Spewing forth his semen, his body shook as Tara's right hand continued to milk every last drop. The color returned to his knuckles as he released his iron grip on the table. The waiter just seconds away from them, Sam quickly smoothed flat the wrinkles he created in tablecloth. From the corner of her eye, Tara could see the waiter close in. She quickly dropped her left hand on top of Sam's. Bowing her head, she said,

"Yes...we thank you for this meal. Amen."

"Amen!" Sam joined in with his head bowed.

"Here you go folks." The chirpy waiter said planting their orders before them. Studying his face, they both were convinced that he hadn't suspected a thing.

"Will there be anything else?" The waiter smiled as he looked at both of them with his tray tucked safely under his arm.

"No. That will be all, thank you." Sam forced a smile hoping that the man standing before them didn't notice that his heart raced madly in his chest.

"Enjoy your meal." The waiter said before he turned on his heels and bounded away. Oh I most certainly did, Sam thought to himself looking at his sultry goddess.

When the waiter was a safe distance from them, Tara lightly pinched the moist tip of his sensitive penis, sending more shock waves through his body.

"Hmm, you naughty girl." Sam's voice rumbled as additional spasms rocked his body. Reaching for a napkin, Tara let go of his shrinking penis.

While she wiped her hands, Sam composed himself. Tara then made a bee-line for the ladies room. Upon returning, she moved her chair back to its original spot and sat down opposite him. She watched him crunching on a strip of bacon. Then said,

"Look at you. Shameless." And fucking handsome.

"Aw come on. Don't pretend you didn't enjoy it. My little vixen." Sam grinned impishly at her.

"OK, OK, I admit, I had fun but one of these days you're gonna get us both arrested."

"Well, so far we haven't. Tara, you worry too much. Live a little." Sam winked at her while he spooned his cereal into his mouth. If he so much as wink at me again with those sapphire eyes of his, I swear I'd rip his clothes off and ride his cock in front of these folks.

"You're incorrigible." Tara laughed and grabbed up her knife and fork. Slicing her warm french toast into bite-sized portions, she added,

"And as much as I enjoyed pleasuring you, needless to say, I felt left out."

Chewing, she then waved her fork at Sam and said, "You owe me, big time."

"Oh don't you worry my sweet. I have something special in store for you." Sam gave her a devilish grin and held a strawberry to her lips.

 

Chapter 13 by QueenMojo

CHAPTER 13: Payback Time

On their way back from Jameson Inn, Sam received a call on his cell phone from his mechanic informing him that the part he had ordered for him two months ago had finally arrived and that he was ready to install it today. This meant that Sam had to hightail it to Fort Edna after dropping Tara off. He still had other errands lined up so it looked like he was going to be away from the bar for most of the day.

By the time Sam drove Tara to her house it was only 11 am giving her ample time to change and head out to Merlotte's in time for her early shift from 12 noon to 8 pm. Stepping through the doors, she saw Arlene briefing a new waitress. Soon after Sookie came in and was in her usual cheery mood. The moment she caught sight of Tara she pulled her into the hallway leading out back. Lafayette hearing the commotion joined in in quizzing Tara on her date with Sam. Smiling from ear to ear she told them about Sam giving her earrings, the club, the twins Marvin and Martin, Mrs. Thompson and Morgan. She didn't tell them the real relationship between Aunt Vie and Sam. Finally she told them about Sam busting a move on the dance floor which left Sookie and Lafayette in a fit of laughter.

"What's so funny? Sam can dance!" Tara said failing to sound serious while she watched Sookie and Lafayette slap their thighs and wipe their eyes. As for Jameson Inn, she decided to keep that to herself. Sighing inwardly, she wished she and Sam were still back at the inn. Before the trio returned to their duties, Sookie and Lafayette showed interest in going to the club as a group.

Time seemed to quickly march on by and when her shift was finally over, Tara waved goodbye to everyone and headed out through the back door with one of Lafayette's tasty chicken wraps. Just then, Sam drove in and parked next to her car in front of his trailer.

"Hey beautiful." Sam called to her as he engaged his emergency brake. Smiling and loving the way he said 'beautiful', she walked over to him while he was still seated in his vehicle. On the tips of her toes, she leaned in through the window and kissed him tenderly on his lips.

"Did you get everything done?" Tara asked.

"Yup. I negotiated a good price with a new wine supplier and I finally bought that latte machine I've been meaning to get for the past week. As for old Betsy here, now that the part is in, this baby is purring like a kitten now." Sam smiled giving the dashboard a little rub.

"That's great sweetie. Staying late?"

"Yeah, got to do the books."

"I could help out with that you know if you'd only teach me. How about I come in early Monday and you show me the ropes." Tara suggested.

"Hey, that's a good idea. Deal!" Sam shook her hand and then gently kissed her on the lips.

"Don't leave, stay." Sam pleaded seeing her handbag slung over her shoulder. .

"Baby, you know I'd love to stay but I have a ton of laundry to do and I won't have much time tomorrow for anything else after I go to the supermarket, swing by the gift shop and then head out with you to Aunt Vie's." Tara said and rubbed the tip of his nose with hers.

Sam playfully gave a little pout and then got out of the truck. After he shut the door behind him, he reached out and pulled her in close giving her a warm hug.

"Alright, go home but keep your cell close by. I'll be giving you a call at around two o'clock. Love you." Sam said then lightly kissed her on the lips.

"OK, will do. Later baby. Love you too." Tara bid him farewell then skipped over to her car just steps away.

Watching her car bend the corner and then amble up the road until it was out of sight, Sam counted the hours before he'd see her again.

As Tara headed down the road in her brown Pinto, she started to miss Sam and hoped he didn't think she was blowing him off just now when she turned down his invitation to spend the night at his place. In fact, she was beginning to think that maybe moving in with him wouldn't be such a bad idea after all. Now that her mother seemed to be making some strides in kicking her addiction on top of getting involved in church, making new friends and working part-time, Tara thought that maybe this was the time to think about her own needs. Even though this had been the longest that Lettie had been sober ever, still, Tara feared that her mother would have yet another one of her many relapses. Shit, I am not the parent here. Must I always tend to her needs for the rest of my life? I've put many things on hold for her including my education. It is time I live my own life, Tara thought to herself as she drove home.

By the time Tara got in, she washed a load of laundry in the washing machine and then hung them on the clothes line outside. After she ate her chicken wrap, she fell asleep halfway through an episode of Lost and didn't wake up until 1:45 am. Rubbing the back of her neck and shoulder she said to herself, "I think I'll treat myself to a nice long bubble bath". The thought of marinating in scented soapy warm water seemed more and more appealing especially since she had the single bathroom house all to herself. Lettie Mae's weekend excursion to the Grand Canyon with her church mates meant no interruptions for her.

Turning off the kitchen lights and switching on the porch lights, Tara secured the doors and windows before heading upstairs. Already dressed in nothing but a bathrobe, she stoppered the tub and ran the water. While the tub filled, she added bath crystals and lavender bubble bath. Lighting two scented candles setting one on the face basin and the other on the corner of the tub, the small bathroom became filled in a gentle orange glow. Placing her cell phone on the rug next to the tub she then turned off the taps when the water reached a desirable height. Removing her bathrobe she eased into the welcoming warm heavenly suds. Resting her head back onto a blow up pillow she closed her eyes and sighed, "Ahh, this feels so good."

Half an hour passed and Tara's pink razar hummed alive until she grabbed a hold of it and flipped it open.

"Hey Tara." Sam said sweetly.

"Hey baby. I missed you." Tara replied.

"Oh, you don't know how much I do too. How are you? Did you get some sleep?"

"Yes, I did. How about you? You've had such a long day, you must be tired?" Tara asked squirming in the bath delighted in hearing his masculine voice.

"Yeah, a little. Are you in bed?" Sam said while he yawned.

"Nope. I'm all alone taking a nice long bubble-bath." Tara replied.

"Hmm, I'm getting hard just thinking about your wet soapy body." Sam rasped.

"Oh, izzat so? Do you know vat I'm doing vid my hands right now?" Tara purred doing an Eartha Kit impression.

"No. Tell me." Sam's growled hungrily.

"Tsk, tsk, not until you unzip your pants and pull out your cock." Tara demanded with a throaty voice.

"Done. Now tell me." Sam said in a hurried tone.

"I..." Tara paused when she heard a loud pounding on the front door coming from all the way downstairs.

"Fuck sakes. Who is at the door at this god damn hour! Sam? Sam?"

Nothing. She snapped the phone shut then got out of the bath. Quickly throwing on her bathrobe, she headed downstairs. Whoever it was was still pounding away at the door.

"Who is there?" Tara shouted from behind the door.

"Open up, it's me." a familiar voice returned.

"Sam?" Tara quickly threw the locks and flung the door wide open.

Before her stood Sam looking smoldering hot with a bottle of red wine in one hand and two stemmed wine glasses in the other. She wondered how on earth he could still look so desirably handsome after having had a hectic day and closing up his place this late.

Unaware that her bathrobe had become undone, the corners of Sam's mouth curl upwards as his eyes hovered somewhere between her chest and pelvic areas. Looking down at herself and then back at him, she raised her arm above her head and rested her forearm against the door jam next to her. She stood there with her legs slightly apart with her titties hanging out and sporting a closely trimmed pussy. Looking at her damp smooth brown skin glistening in the porch lights, Sam took a step toward her then bent down and held a ripe nipple in his mouth. As he licked and sucked deeply on it, Tara moaned and arched her back inviting him to play with the other neglected breast. Enjoying the sensations that ebbed through her body, she couldn't care less if they were seen.

Releasing her breast with a slurping sound, Sam stood up straight and said to her with a dreamy look in his eyes,

"Care if I join you." Sam smiled with one eye brow raised.

Pulling him inside, she locked the door behind them.

"Sounds good to me. Now scoot on upstairs before the water gets cold." Tara pushed him towards the stairs before ushering him to the bathroom. Hanging her robe on a hook behind the door, she watched Sam remove his clothes and smiled to herself as she took in his naked form basking in the warm candle light.

Sam slipped into the bath first then taking her hand, he helped her in. Although the tub was barely large enough for one person, they made do. They took turns scrubbing each other with a rag. Tara playfully heaped a wad of thick white foam on top of Sam's head. He made a clown face causing her to burst out in laughter. Slicking his wet hair back, his chiseled features became more pronounced and his eyes took on a darker shade of blue. Tara looked at him and sighed softly at how handsome he looked.

Turning her back to him, Tara slid backwards and nestled between his legs which were now bent upwards at the knees. As she reclined onto his firm body, he wrapped his muscular arms about her small frame and pulled her in even closer. Resting the back of her head on his shoulder, she melted into his being. The warmth of his body comforted her. The lathered water came up to Sam's mid chest and just covered the tops of her breasts. Sipping on some delicious wine they drifted in and out of relaxation and contentment. Lazily playing with bubbles, Tara broke the silence and said,

"Sorry my bathtub is a bit cramped."

"Hey, no complaints here. I'm enjoying this. Can't you tell." Sam breathed his reply in her ear.

Feeling his rapidly growing penis poking her butt cheek, Tara agreed with a chuckle.

Slowly running his hands over her flat stomach and full breasts, he whispered in her ear, "Remember this morning over breakfast, you said I owed you big time."

"Yeah, it's payback time." She replied breathlessly while he nibbled on her ear lobe.

"Now my beauty, stand up, turn around and face me." Sam ordered using the sexiest voice imaginable.

Obeying his command, she gingerly stood up and turned around to face him. Her hands were proudly set on her hips while white suds ran down her wet smooth body causing Sam's penis to expand and lengthen even more. Jesus, this woman's body is heaven on earth, Sam thought to himself.

"Hmm..now put your foot on the edge of the tub." Sam instructed her.

After Tara raised her leg and planted said foot on the tub's edge, Sam, remaining in a seated position, eased down closer so that he was situated right under her. Cocking his head slightly at an angle, he extended his tongue upwards. She twitched when his tongue lightly brushed her sensitive nub then pleaded for more. "Oh Sam, don't stop." she cooed.

Moving in closer, Sam licked and sucked her moist folds all the while enjoying how good she tasted. In response, she made small back and forth movements with her pelvis on his firm lips. Most of the time his eyes were closed but when he looked up, he caught her fondling her breasts and tugging at her nipples. Her head was thrown back and she moaned softly. Under the water, he stroked himself with one hand and with the other he slowly inserted two fingers knuckle deep into her wet welcoming pussy all the while sucking on her swollen clit.

Her flood gates of pent up desires were now thrown wide open. Taking hold of his head in both her hands, she grounded onto his hot mouth. The tension rose up in her until she couldn't take it anymore. Careening over the lustful end, she jolted and bucked her hips coming on his face and hand.

Sliding his fingers out of her, Sam leaned back and looked up into her wanton eyes and continued to stroke his ready cock.

Tara climbed out of the tub and gave him a backward glance before heading for her bedroom. Hoping out of the tub, he followed her grabbing a strip of condoms from out of his pants pocket along the way. Sitting on the end of her bed, Tara eyes followed his gaze as he walked over and stood before her with his hard dick pointing blatantly in her face. Taking him into her mouth, she sucked on him hungrily.

"Oh Tara." Sam moaned in the dimly lit room while a cabbage patch night light shone in the corner.

Running her tongue on the tip of his meaty helmet, she tasted his salty pre-cum. Releasing him from out of her warm mouth, she then caressed his erection with her soft lips, gently kissing up and down the entire length of him. As she watched him tear open the foil encasing the condom, she stopped kissing his cock then gently took the prophylactic from his hands. Expecting her to sheath him, he was surprised when she simply threw the rubber to the floor.

Looking straight into his eyes, she said, "I want to feel you."

Then she moved herself into the center of her double-sized bed. "Are you sure?" Sam asked even though he knew she'd been on the pill for two weeks and it should be safe. She answered him back with a tiny nod of yes and reached up to him in silence.

Climbing into the bed he settled between her legs and leaned over and kissed her deeply while she wrapped her fingers around his throbbing member. As she guided him towards her entrance, he had always wondered what it would be like to make love to her without using a barrier, to truly feel her, skin to skin. The moment he entered her, he was blown away by how she felt around him. Oh Jesus, oh Jesus, I could just die now, Sam groaned inwardly. He could feel her wetness coating him and wave-like contractions pulling him into her. Moving in and out of her felt so intimate and oh so good.

Tara came many times over and each time she did, he could feel her climaxing powerfully around his thick cock. Unable to hold out much longer he cried his release filling her up with his juices.

Riding the orgasmic waves, Tara turned on her side with her back to him. He snuggled up to her smelling the lavender on her soft skin. They cuddled silently until they fell asleep from sheer content exhaustion.

Chapter 14 by QueenMojo

CHAPTER 14: Sunday Dinner

Waking up to jubilant birds chirping outside and sunlight streaming in through the window, Sam raised up his head to find that he was alone in Tara's bed. The clock radio on the night table beside him showed 8:30 AM. Looking around the small room, he saw two low bookshelves crammed with books and stacks more on the floor against the wall and on the dressing table. Tara surely had a passion for books. He chuckled remembering seeing her reading at the bar on slow days.

Stretching and flexing in the bed while he was on his back, he then paused and stared at the ceiling and thought about their early morning romp. Making love with Tara without using rubbers was beyond powerful. Their bodies and minds connected in a way he'd never experienced before. The feeling was so strong and so honest. Honest, he played the word over and over in his head. I'm the one who isn't honest in this relationship, he thought to himself. I must tell her.

Hearing the floor boards creak, he quickly flipped on his side with his back facing the door and then shut his eyes. Feeling Tara's presence and her cool soft lips on his exposed cheek, he quickly rolled on his back and grabbed her. Pulling her on top of him, she squealed in delight. Wrapping his arms around her he held her hostage.

"Hey beautiful." he said looking directly into her brown eyes, their faces just inches apart.

With her hands resting on his bare chest, she said with a twinkle in her eyes, "Hey handsome."

"Hungry?" she asked giving a radiant smile.

"Hmm, for you, always." Sam growled and kissed her neck.

"Sam, I meant, do you want to eat?" Tara giggled and squirmed in his arms.

"Yes. You. Spread 'em." he replied grinning devilishly and licking his lips.

"Argh! I give up." Tara bowed her head and chuckled burying her forehead between his pecs.

Loosening his grip, his stomach began to grumble loudly. Tara lifted her head up, looked at him then said with one brow arched, "Uh huh. Right."

Rolling off of him, she got to her feet and walked over to her dressing table. She was dressed in nothing but his cotton button-down shirt. Seeing her in his favorite blue plaid with its sleeves rolled up at her elbows, Sam thought she looked sweet, a stark contrast to the sultry seductress who ignited fires of desire in him just few hours ago. Sitting up, he then scooted back until his back was leaning against the headboard behind while lilac sheets covered him from the waist down. While her back was to him, he told her that she looked adorable. She giggled and told him"Thanks, so do you." Just as he was about to say something else, she turned around.

"Ta-dah!" she exclaimed.

Smiling prettily she placed a breakfast tray over his lap. Coffee, orange-juice, eggs sunny side up, pancakes, bacon, and, a small bowl of strawberries were neatly arranged before him.

"Wow!" Surprised, Sam smiled broadly.

"Eat up before it gets cold." Tara warned.

"Thanks honey." Sam reached up to her and pulled her to his lips then he kissed her softly.

"How about you, aren't you eating too?" Sam asked already crunching on a strip of bacon.

"You didn't see me making two trips up here now did ya sleeping head." Tara winked at him over her shoulder as she retrieved her own breakfast tray waiting on the dressing table.

***.

As planned Tara met Sam at his place by twelve noon. Moments later, they headed for Aunt Vie's in his truck. On the way Sam spoke about Aunt Vie. His face lit up every time he mentioned her name. It was obvious to Tara that Mrs. Thompson was very special to him. He spoke about her moving to Louisiana from Georgia two years ago after retiring as a senior clinical administrative nurse. He added that she'd worked twelve years as a registered nurse in Jamaica before the Thompson family immigrated to the U.S. and after working five years at the hospital in Georgia, she went back to school and did some part-time courses gaining her masters degree within two years.

"Holding down a job and studying while raising a family ain't easy. She's a remarkable woman." Tara said looking out the window as Sam drove along the highway.

"Yes, she is, remarkable." Sam said in agreement.

"Ever thought of completing your bachelor's?" he asked.

"It's something that is always in the back of my mind." Tara sighed.

"Well, I think you should. You're smart, you can do it." Sam encouraged.

"Yeah, I think I will." Tara perked up.

Though it was mid November, it was unseasonably warm and it still felt like another summer day. Sam pressed the doorbell once and waited. Right beside him was Tara looking cute in dark blue skinny jeans and off-white peasant blouse. Beige wedge sandals completed the look. With her hair pulled to one side in a low ponytail, dark curls hung over one shoulder and long bangs parted in the middle framed her oval face. Her sapphire drop earrings dangled from her small neat ears.

"You look beautiful." Sam said and held her hand as he looked adoringly in her tender brown eyes.

"Thanks baby. So do you, look handsome, I mean." Tara smiled and thought how cute he looked in his white polo shirt and loose fit jeans.

"What you got there?" Sam asked looking at the yellow bag in her other hand.

"It's a silver picture frame for Mrs. Thompson. Do you think she'll like it?"

"Oh yes, she will." Sam said with certainty.

Then the door opened up and they were greeted by a brilliant smile. "Hey!" Aunt Vie exclaimed and she opened her arms to them. She hugged them together when they bent down. Wearing a yellow satin short-sleeved blouse and boot-cut jeans, Aunt Vie stood before them with her dark brown shoulder-length hair neatly styled with red streaks in the front. For a woman in her early sixties, she looked more like a woman in her mid forties. Holding Tara at arms length, she said,

"Miss Tara, yu look pretty as ever."

"Thank you Aunt Vie. You look marvelous." Tara kissed her on the cheek then handed her the gift bag.

"For me?" Aunt Vie eyes widened as she took the bright yellow bag from Tara. With bold enthusiasm, she dug into the bag and pulled out a nine by fourteen silver picture frame with delicate engraved designs.

"Oh this is perfect. It's beautiful. Thank you!" Aunt Vie said and hugged her again.

"My turn." Sam chuckled and proceeded to pick up the tiny woman clear off the ground. Setting her back on her feet, she laughed out loudly and said,

"Sammy, yu just love to lift up di girls eeeh."

"Not all the girls Auntie, just two." Sam smiled at her and winked at Tara. Turning around he stooped down. Turning back around to face her, he presented her with a box containing six bottles of red wine.

"Sammy, you remembered. Thank you! Alright, come on in guys." Aunt Vie said then closed the door once they were inside.

The house was one of those older homes that was at least a hundred years old. It had its original crown moldings and wide plank oak flooring. Although Aunt Vie had only lived there a two years, clearly the previous owners kept it well maintained. Of course it had her own touches. For starters, the entire length of wall in the hallway leading to the large living room was decked out with family pictures. There were at least twenty pictures hanging on that wall. Tara noticed that no two frames looked alike and that they were all around the same size, similar in size to the one she'd given her.

There was a black and white wedding picture of Mr. and Mrs. Thompson. Tall lean and wide shouldered was Uncle Ronnie, as Sam fondly called him. Dark skinned with with fine handsome features, he looked like a professional basketball player. Next to him was Aunt Vie looking as beautiful as ever in a gorgeous white wedding dress. Scanning the other photos, Tara saw another one with Aunt Vie holding two babies in her arms, Marvin and Martin no doubt.

"Hey, there I am." Sam said pointing at a photo of a teenage version of himself standing right smack in the middle of the twins with both his arms slung around their necks. Beside the three smiling boys was an African bull elephant and its trainer while tents stood in the backdrop.

"Oh, you were all at a circus." Tara said.

"Yes we were. Martin was particularly fascinated in the elephant and begged the trainer to let him ride him which of course never happened but was lucky enough to be able to touch his trunk."

"Wow. I wonder what that is like." Tara said while bending at the hips and leaning in for a closer look at the photo.

"What, touching an elephant's trunk?" Sam asked standing directly behind her paying close attention to her sexy curves.

"Yeah." Tara replied oblivious to Sam's roving eyes.

"I'll let you touch mine." Sam whispered in her ear brushing his growing erection against her butt.

"Jeez Sam! What's come over you?" Tara whispered loudly then playfully elbowed him in the ribs.

Then Aunt Vie called out from the kitchen, "Sam, how about setting the table and opening one of the bottles of wine."

"Yeah Sam, why don't you go make yourself useful." Tara chuckled mockingly.

Sam yelled, "OK Auntie" then groped Tara's breasts on his way to the dining room leaving Tara to roll her eyes and sigh exasperatingly.

Just as Tara was about to head for the kitchen, a lone photo of a collie caught her eye and for some odd reason there was something familiar about that dog. Shrugging her shoulders, she left the wall of pictures behind. Meeting Aunt Vie in the large bright updated kitchen, she helped make the salad, the last thing that was left to do as everything else, oxtail, roasted chicken, ham, rice and peas, candied plantain were already done. Almost immediately the two women bonded and chatted and laughed away while they chopped and sliced vegetables.

Standing shoulder to shoulder with Aunt Vie at the counter, Tara asked,

"Aunt Vie, what did Sam whisper to you in your ear the night of the party?"

Aunt Vie smiled and said, "He said, 'Auntie, she's the one'"

On hearing this, Tara's heart somersaulted in her chest. Suddenly she felt weak at the knees and her mouth dry. Aunt Vie noticing something was up immediately had her sit down on a stool. Then, she poured some warm tea from a thermos into a mug.

"Here, drink dis." Aunt Vie said placing the mug in Tara's hands and proceeded to rub her back. Even through her blouse, Tara couldn't help but notice how feverishly warm Aunt Vie's hands felt. Just like Sam's.

After taking a few gulps, Tara felt her old self coming back, at least on the outside. On the inside her heart raced as doubt and fear was forcing their ways back in. With her back to the entrance way, she didn't notice that Sam had been standing at the threshold watching. With a concerned look upon his face, Sam looked at Aunt Vie for answers and mouthed what's wrong. Making sure that Tara wasn't watching, Aunt Vie silently motioned to him to leave them be. Once he was out of sight, she began,

"Oh Tara. Don't fear so. He loves you, that's all."

"I.. I know. I didn't realize how much until now." Tara said softly. She didn't know if she should rejoice or flee.

"I don't even have to ask but I can tell you love him deeply and it scares you." Aunt Vie said.

"Yes..it does." Tara confessed giving a weak smile and looked down into the mug before her.

"Sam is fiercely loyal so if you're worried that he'll leave you, don't. He won't stray. I know dat for a fact." Aunt Vie added.

"I believe you I really do. It's just that I've never met anyone as kind and gentle and loving as he is. He's everything a woman could ever want in a man. When I'm with him, everything is so perfect and I'm afraid that I'll ruin everything." Tara said softly.

"You know, you are the only girl he's ever introduced me to. You mean a lot to him. One night he told me on the phone that he's afraid you'll leave him. He's scared of losing you. So you see, you're not the only one who's scared in this relationship." Aunt Vie paused a bit as if a thought came to her but suppressed it.

Putting a reassuring arm around Tara's shoulders, she ended saying,

"Love is a thing that is simple. It is something that you shouldn't fret and over analyze."

"Yes..you're right." Tara said as she got to her feet. Giving Aunt Vie a hug, she told her thanks.

"Alright, come now, let's eat, I can hear Sammy's belly bawlin' from all di way in di dining room." Aunt Vie said then laughed her infectious laugh. The two women carried the food into the dining room and set them in the center of the table.

"Something's missing.." Aunt Vie said with her hands on her hip while standing in front of the dining table.

"Cassava cake!" Sam chimed in.

"Oh, I'll get it." Tara offered skipping in the direction of the kitchen.

"It's on the bottom shelf in the fridge, Tara. Yu can't miss it." Aunt Vie called out when Tara disappeared around the corner.

"Auntie, is everything OK with Tara?" Sam whispered at Aunt Vie with worry etched across his handsome face.

"Yes dear, she's fine now. Don't worry. We was just having a likkle girl time. Call me later tonight. You know me, I go to bed real late." Smiling, Aunt Vie winked at him and ended her sentence just before Tara returned with the infamous cassava cake in her hands.

Chapter 15 by QueenMojo

CHAPTER 15: Could Haves

After eating until their stomachs were tight like drums, they cleared the table and stacked the dirty dishes into the dish washer. Leaving the washer to do its work, the trio then played dominoes over Red Stripe beer. Ska, rocksteady and old reggae tunes played in the background. Amused, Tara watched Aunt Vie snapping her fingers and singing along to John Holt. Tara thought no wonder Sam was enamored with this woman. For starters, she was fun to be around and she made you feel included. But to Sam, this tiny woman's larger than life persona made her tall and fearless, the type who would stand by you and protect you in the worst of times.

Not a day goes by that Sam breathe a sigh of gratitude for all what the Thompsons have done for him. They took him into their family, no question. They showered him with all the respect, love and encouragement they had in them, unconditionally. He remembered going to family gatherings with them and being treated as though he were blood. Although his adoptive parents, Sue and Mitch Merlotte saw to it that he was provided for. Clothes, food, shelter and schooling and for which he was thankful, but they failed to see to his emotional needs. Even though he carried the Merlotte name, he didn't feel like one. As while he was in their presence, he felt like he didn't belong.

"Aunt Vie, how's Uncle Tim? When is he coming for a visit?" Sam asked.

"I called him last week to wish him happy birthday. He's doing good yu know. His coffee farm is finally bouncing back from last year's drought. He promised to come next Summer." Aunt Vie replied.

Turning to Tara, Aunt Vie filled in, "Timothy, Uncle Tim is Uncle Ronnie's twin brother. Sam and the boys spent a Summer at his farm."

"Yeah, it was a wicked Summer. I had a lot of fun." Sam eyes danced.

"Sam. You've been holding out on me. You've got to tell me all about that summer." Tara said surprised.

"I want to take there." Sam suggested touching her smooth cheek.

"I'd love that." Tara smiled cupping her hand over his.

"What are you kids doing for Thanksgiving?" Aunt Vie asked piling the white tiles back into its wooden case.

"We hadn't given it much thought." Sam said putting a hand on his beloved's back.

"I'm having a little party. Nothing big. Just me, the twins and their better halves. You two come by. Tara, bring your mom too."

Oh fuck, Tara thought.

"Sure, I'll bring mom." Tara answered masking the dread in her voice.

When they were all gathered at the porch, Aunt Vie handed them bags with containers neatly packed with food. Taking the bags from her, Tara said, "Thanks for the delicious dinner Aunt Vie. We had a good time" then pecked her on the cheek. Whispering in her ear Tara added, "Thanks, for everything". Aunt Vie held Tara's face in her dainty hands and looked her in the eyes and said, "Not at all sweetie, not at all". She then wrapped her arms around her neck and gave her a warm hug. Extending one arm out to Sam while she still hugged Tara, she wrapped it around his neck when he joined in.

Bidding them goodnight, Aunt Vie went back inside and closed her front door and waved at them through the window. Holding hands, Tara and Sam walked toward his old faithful '68 parked in Aunt Vie's driveway.

Stalling, Tara tugged on Sam's hand making him stop in his tracks. Still holding hands and facing each other while standing very close, Tara looked up in his face and softly said,

"Sam. I love you."

"I love you too." he replied.

Standing on the brick driveway, they kissed slowly but deeply while the sun set low behind them. Streaks of bright orange and red in the dark blue sky signaled the end of another day.

Exiting the highway, Sam pulled up and stopped at the lights. Waiting for it to turn from red to green, they sat quietly. Tara mind buzzed back to the conversation she had with Aunt Vie earlier. She couldn't believe that she'd opened up to someone she hardly knew and yet, when she was in Aunt Vie's company, she felt at ease. In actuality, she was glad for that little talk in the kitchen. She hadn't realized it but Aunt Vie was right. Being in love scared her. Talking about her fears was liberating and now that it was off her chest, Tara was now more determined than ever to face it head-on by not running away. "Don't over analyze." Tara muttered under her breath.

"What's that hon?" Sam asked intently watching the traffic lights hanging above.

"Um, I was thinking how such an easy-going person Aunt Vie is. Oddly, I feel closer to her than to my own mother. Now isn't that a shame" Tara said keeping the little chat she had with Aunt Vie to herself.

"That's Aunt Vie for you. Kind, loving and without a single judgmental bone in her body. The same with Uncle Ronnie and the boys. If I could choose, I'd be a Thompson" Sam said smiling. He couldn't wait to talk with Aunt Vie and find out what really transpired between the two of them in that kitchen.

"Me too." Tara said somberly.

Stomping on the gas pedal the moment the lights turned green, Sam turned onto Parish road. Noting a dip in Tara's voice, he reached to her with one hand while he steadied the wheel with the other. Hugging her when she joined him at his side, he said, "Here we are wishing for could haves and we've got each other."

"You're right Sam. I love you." Tara smiled rubbing his arm.

"I love you too." Sam replied giving her a squeeze.

"Besides, had we gotten our wishes, we would be siblings." Sam added laughing.

"Oh. Yeesh!" Tara chuckled.

"Baby, as much as I want to stay by your place tonight, I think I'm going to head home early. I want to check out some courses on the internet. I hope that's alright with you." Tara continued.

"That's perfectly fine with me honey. Do what you gotta do. I'll miss you though." Sam winked at her.

Shit, why is it every time he winks at me I feel like jumping his bones and ride his sweet dick into oblivion, Tara wondered to herself shifting about uncomfortably in her seat.

"Um, didn't you say you wanted to show me your 'trunk'?" Tara said smiling from ear to ear as Sam continued driving west.

Mashing his foot down on the accelerator, Sam gave Tara a sexy grin that made her cream her panties.

Dressed in just navy blue sweat pants, Sam stood bare chested and bare footed on his porch. He watched Tara's car round the corner of Merlotte's Bar and Grill before hitting Parish road. He could still taste and feel her on his lips and smell her perfume intermingled with her natural scent lingering on his feverish skin. He couldn't get enough of her, being inside her, being molded to her warm soft sensuous body. While they held each other naked in his bed, he came close to telling her his secret but everything had been perfect he didn't want to ruin a good thing. When her headlights were no longer in sight, he then went back inside and made that call to Aunt Vie.

"Sam." Aunt Vie answered seeing his name appear on the caller ID display.

"Auntie, you had that run yet?" Sam asked.

"Not yet. After I watch Three's Company."

"Ha ha, I knew you always had a thing for Mr. Fergie." Sam teased.

"Very funny. Hey, dat Tara is a real comedian you know. Tonight she had me holding mi sides."

"Yes, she is quite charming now isn't she." Sam said happily as he held the phone to his ear.

"Aye. I like her a lot. But hear dis, she wanted to know what you said to me at the club. So I told her what you said. That she was the one."

"You.. you did what?" Sam said surprised.

"Oy! Is not like you'd asked me NOT to tell her in the first place. Besides, I didn't think it would do any harm in letting her know. Anyway, is not so much what I told her, is how she reacted after I told her."

"And how did she react?" Sam said trying to steady his voice.

"Sam, take it easy nuh man. Well, she looked a little faint so I gave her some chamomile tea which seemed to help. I tell you man, that thing works like a..."

"Aunt Vie..." Sam said bringing her back on track.

"Alright alright. Long and short is she is now realizing how much you love her and she said she loves you and that she's afraid of screwing up."

"At first it wasn't easy getting her to believe in love. I guess living with an abusive alcoholic all her life had something to do with that. But, I think we're getting there." Sam said perking up.

"Did she say anything else?" Sam pressed.

"She said that you're everything a woman could ever want in a man and everything is perfect whenever you two are together." Aunt Vie added.

"Really? She said that? Yes!" Sam rejoiced and pumped his fists in the air. When he thought about Tara, he felt happy. In all his thirty-two years he's never been this in love before. But harvouring his secret hung over him like a black cloud.

Hearing a distinct beep on the phone, he put Aunt Vie on hold and took the other call. It was Tara letting him know that she'd gotten home safely. Fortunately for him she was so eager to browse the internet that she ended their call quickly.

"That was Tara." Sam said continuing his conversation with Aunt Vie.

"Is she alright? I hope my cooking didn't make her sick or something."

"Don't worry Auntie. She's fine. She loves your cooking." Sam said reassuringly.

"Auntie, I love her." Sam added sounding serious.

"Ah know dear."

"I haven't told her."

"Ah know dear."

"Tell me what I should do."

"Sam, you know I can't tell you how to lead your life. Oh Sam. Yu know dat keeping secrets from the one you love is going to ketch up wid yu one day."

"Don't you think I already know that? Look, sorry I raised my voice. I...I gotta go. Love you Auntie."

"Sam, meet me and Martin tomorrow at Marvin's house at around six in the evening."

"And how's a family intervention is going to help me?"

"Just be there, alright?" she insisted. It didn't matter to her that he wasn't her biological son, but in her heart, he was as much a son to her as her own twin boys Martin and Marvin. Like the loving and protective mother that she was, she hated hearing the hurt in his voice and wanted to do something to help.

"I'll think about it." Sam ended the call sounding defeated. Taking off his sweat pants, he ran through the door and disappeared into the woods.

 

Chapter 16 by QueenMojo

CHAPTER 16: Truth Be Told – finale

Lettie Mae returned from her church trip an hour after Tara arrived home. She seemed to have had a good time and even brought back matching t-shirts for her daughter and Sam. Tara was shocked that her mother would even think of Sam. Tara thought maybe her mother was beginning to see her and Sam as a couple and perhaps she's changing for the better after all.

"Thanks mama. Sam will love this."Tara said.

"You think it will fit him?" Lettie asked.

"Y...yes, it will." Tara holding the shirt up imagining his wide muscular shoulders filling it.

"You must be hungry from the long bus ride. Mrs. Thompson sent you some food. It's really good." Tara added dressed in Sam's black t-shirt, pink plaid shorts and bunny slippers.

"Mrs. Thompson?" Lettie asked.

"Sam's foster mother. She had us over today for dinner. Also, she has invited us to Thanksgiving dinner. You can ride along with me and Sam if you're interested." Tara said with reservation.

"Sure. I would love to go;."

"Great." Tara said when deep down she'd hoped her mother had other plans on that day. Great.

After Lettie ate, she had a bath before retiring to bed. Tara spent the next two hours on the internet browsing and jotting down notes. Finally calling it quits, she shut down her laptop and parked it on the coffee table. Grabbing hold of the remote control, she switched on the television. The cable box showed 11:00 PM. Halfway through Conan O'Brien, she began to nod off.

Hearing light tapping on the window, or so she thought, her eyes suddenly shot open. She then turned around to see what it could be and glared at the picture window searching and waiting. Nothing. She thought maybe it was her nosy neighbor. Getting up from the couch, she went over to the window and drew the curtains shut while cursing under her breath. She then sat back down on the couch. Reclining on her side, she tucked a cushion under her head and covered herself with the multicolored Afghan that was draped over the back of the couch.

Resuming to channel surfing, she came across an old western, Unforgiven, on the TCM channel. It was one of her favorite movies. Having seen it more than a dozen times, she chimed right along with Clint Eastwood's character William Munny, the words, "..well, he shoulda armed himself". Minutes later as the credits rolled up, she let out a protracted yawn and closed her eyes. Just before sleep finally held her captive, she whispered, "I love you". Meanwhile on the porch outside, a brown and white collie lay crouching under the window.

"Hey Sunshine." Sam greeted Tara as she stepped into his trailer at eight o'clock Monday morning. Hours before he sat on her porch and watched her through the window. When he tapped on her window, his intention was to get her attention then shift right before her eyes. But, at the very last moment, he changed his mind. He just couldn't do it. He couldn't bear seeing fright, disgust, betrayal and hurt in her eyes. He had wanted nothing more than to be by her side, to hold her and tell her how much he loved her. Then when he heard her whisper "I love you", he slunk away with a heavy heart.

Now, as he watched his love stand before him, he was reminded of why he loved her. Not only was she smart, funny, loving, and caring, she filled him with so much hope and happiness. He thought, should it all end, how will I ever live without her in my life. Handing him oatmeal cookies, a travel mug of hot coffee and a Grand Canyon t-shirt, she smiled.

"For me? Thank you" Sam said holding the garment across his chest and shoulders and putting the other items on the coffee table before him.

"The shirt is from mama."

"From her trip, how nice. I'll make sure to give her a call later. And oh, thanks honey for the cookies and coffee."

"You're welcome baby." Tara said smiling at him and sat down on the couch while he popped open the mug.

"Hmm, this coffee is fantastic." Sam said sipping on the beverage.

"Thanks babes. Wanna start? I'm ready whenever you are", Tara said enthusiastically.

For the next hour or so, Sam walked her through his journals and ledgers and showed her records of invoices in the past month. He'd already balanced his books but had her do them again to compare their results. She was spot on.

"Seem you have a knack for book keeping." Sam proudly said.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Last night I registered for two accounting courses at Baton Rouge Community College starting in January." Tara said sitting back into the olive couch.

"Baton Rouge. That's a little out of the way isn't it?"

"Yes it is, but since they are distance learning courses, I only have to actually go there for finals."

"That's great hon. How about assignments?" Sam said smiling.

"It's left up to the student to do practice questions on their own."

"Tara, I am glad you're doing this. I love you and I'm behind you one-hundred percent. If you need anything, just let me know. Now come over here and sit on my lap." Sam said patting his thighs.

Giggling, Tara leapt off the couch and hopped into his waiting lap. Wrapping her arms about his shoulders, she leaned in to kiss him when a popping sound went off in her neck.

"Ooh. My neck." Tara groaned grabbing her neck and shoulder.

"Here, let me rub it out." Sam said then worked his warm hands on her shoulder and neck.

"You shouldn't have slept on the couch" Sam chastised as he continued massaging her.

"And how did you know I was sleeping on my lumpy old couch?" Tara asked arching one brow.

"Um.. wild guess." Sam's voice an octave higher than normal while he worked his fingers into her tense shoulders.

"What are you going to do until your shift starts?" Sam quickly asked.

"Have my teeth cleaned at the dentist, then after that, I'm going to the library."

Then Tara saw a distant look flash across his face. "Sam?" Blinking, Sam came to and said,

"Yes, dentist, library. Oh, by the way. I have to drop by Marvin's later today. I'm leaving you in charge. I should be back in two or three hours."

"OK. What time are you leaving?" Tara asked getting to her feet.

"I'm leaving at five-thirty." Sam replied looking up at her standing before him.

"OK babes. Make sure your cell is fully charged. Gotta go. See you later. And oh, thanks for the massage. " Tara ended then kissed him on the lips.

By the time she was through at the dentist it was almost lunch time. Her gums now tender from a thorough cleaning, she decided on skipping lunch. Heading straight for the library, she arrived in thirty-five minutes and parked her pinto near the entrance. Renard Public Library was a pretty decent reference library and she had no problem in finding a good accounting book that provided a sound explanation of the basics. She was eager to get a good head-start before January. Finding a cubicle on the third floor, she sat down next to the large glass window facing the parking lot. Within three hours, she managed to cover the first three chapters. Maybe at this rate, she could finish the book by the end of the week.

Taking a fifteen minute break before doing more practice questions, she thought how good things been happening in her life lately. I've finally found a wonderful man like Sam in my life, Mama has stopped drinking, and I've finally started the ball moving on completing my degree. Please God, don't let it all come crashing in.

As she stretched, she noticed the stiffness in her shoulder was gone. Smiling to herself, she thought how Sam's massages always did wonders for her, in every way. Closing her eyes, she allowed her mind to drift to a night after a romantic dinner date with Sam.

"Hey, no peeking." Sam said when he lead her through the door. With her eyes shut tight, scents of lavender and vanilla made her olfactories come alive.

"Now open them." He said.

Looking around his trailer, her mouth flew open. The old brown curtains were replaced by floor length off white double-panel draperies. Cream slip covers gave the variegated sofa and red couch crisp looks. On the coffee table a bowl of potpourri took the place of sport magazines. An orange nylon scarf covered the lampshade creating a warm orange glow. A trail of red rose petals led from the door to a queen-sized bed dressed in beige linens while sheer white canopy curtains hung loosely from the ceiling above. On the far side, a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket and two long-stemmed flute glasses rested on the pine night table.

"Oh Sam, this is beautiful." Tara said while Boys To Men played softly in the background.

"I wanted to surprise you." Sam said as he slowly unbuttoned her dark purple cap-sleeved blouse and unhook her bra. Mirroring him, she proceeded to remove his dress shirt. As his hands cradled her bare breasts, she purred, "Pinch me, I think I'm dreaming."

Shirtless, he gently squeezed her naked nipples between his fingers causing her to moan softly. Taking off his pants and boxers, he left them on the ground on top of his shoes and socks. He then led her by the hand to the foot of the bed and said, "Lie back." After he removed the rest of her clothes, he said,

"Turn over and close your eyes."

Silently she obeyed. While she lay on her stomach with her cheek resting on a large fluffy pillow, he poured scented oils on the center of her smooth back. She oohed as he massaged her from head to toe with those strong gentle warm hands of his.

Using his knee, he parted her legs and straddled her. Slipping one hand under her, slightly raising her hips up, he placed a pillow under her. Feeling the hot tip of his hard penis at the opening of her moist and ready vagina, she moaned,

"Hmm, I want you."

Sheathing himself, he then slid himself in all the way to the hilt. He could feel her muscles contracting around him.

"Oh Tara, you feel so good."

Holding onto her hips, he gently pulled her backwards and upwards until they were both on their knees. As much as he hated to, he then pulled his cock all the way out until just the tip was parked at her warm opening. He lingered there for a second or two until she pleaded,

"Please, don't stop."

"Tell me you love me." Sam rasped unwavering.

"I love you." She said. Then he slid back in but only half-way.

"Say my name." He commanded sliding his cock out, again with just the meaty tip paused at her opening.

"I love you Sam." She said hugging the pillow tightly under her chest.

"Louder." He shouted holding her hips firmly.

"I LOVE YOU SAM MERLOTTE!" she screamed. He then gave her all he got. As he pounded her from behind, he tapped her g-spot again and again while his testicles repeatedly hit her clitoris. He then reached forward and grabbed her breasts and squeezed them.

"Ahhhh." She cried her climax.

He slid out of her and flipped her on her back. Barely giving her a chance to recover, he then quickly penetrated her quivering wet swollen pussy once again and rode her some more, missionary style. With one hand under the small of her back, he picked up tempo. She was so wet her inner thighs was smeared in her own juices. Bending his neck, he captured a hard nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it hard and deep sending sensations straight to her womb all the while moving in and out of her dripping wet snatch.

Grabbing handfuls of cloth, she climaxed again, her toes curled. Not letting up, he mercilessly continued pounding her harder and with greater intensity while sucking hungrily on her other breast. Feeling another orgasm coming on she bit her bottom lip. Releasing her sensitive breast, he said while looking deeply into her eyes,

"I love you Tara Thornton."

"I love you too Sam Merlotte."

Then in unison, they came.

Waking up to a loud slap. Tara jerked her head up and looked around to see a woman picking up a book from off the ground. Looking at the time on her phone, it said 4:25 PM. Shit! Grabbing book and bag, she headed to the counter with her library card.

Arriving at Marvin's minutes to six, Sam pressed the doorbell and waited. On his way over he did a lot of soul searching. Aunt Vie opened the door and ushered him in. "Sam, thank you for coming. Guys, Sam's here" she called out closing the door behind him.

Following her down a short hall, he bended the corner, and stepped down into the spacious living area where he was greeted by three more faces. Staring back were Martin, Marvin and Morgan. "Hey." Sam said when he walked up to Morgan who was already seated. He bent down and gave her quick peck on the cheek. Standing behind her was Marvin. He said fondly yet somberly, "Breddrin" and stretched over her head and exchanged casual handshakes with him.

Martin walked over to Sam and gave him a man hug. Holding him at arm's length, he said to him while everyone else looked on, "Sam, whatever you decide to do, we're here for you."

Standing a distance away, Aunt Vie's eyes dampened. A mixture of emotions washed over her as she stood looking on. So few families are this tight knit. She considered herself blessed having children who are fiercely loyal to one another especially in times of need. What she hated the most was that feeling of helplessness knowing full well that Sam had to take on this battle all on his own.

In silence, Sam looked at everyone and fought back feeling of despair.

Getting up, Morgan walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder then said, "I was an idiot to leave Marvin but it was love that brought me back. Tara loves you, very much. Don't underestimate her. She's a strong woman."

"Thanks Morgan." Sam sighed and covered his hand over hers.

Finally pulling his cell phone from out of his pocket, he said, "I want my family with me when I do this."

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang. Morgan ran over to the door and opened it. Giving Tara a big hug, she welcomed her in.

As Tara followed Morgan, she couldn't help but wonder if there was something terribly wrong when she got a call from Sam half an hour ago. He begged her to drop everything and come. The moment she saw the seriousness on his face, her heart dipped.

Rushing into his arms, she said, "Baby, is everything OK? What's going on?"

Taking her by the hand, he gently led her to the empty loveseat. Once they were both seated, he held her hands in his. As he looked into her soft brown eyes, he knew he had to tell her once and for all, even if it meant losing her, even if it meant hurting her.

" I am so sorry for not telling you earlier but I must." Sam began.

"Please don't be sick." Tara's voice trembled.

"Tara...I'm a shifter."

Then there was silence. No one moved. No one so much as breathed. Aunt Vie with her hands clutched tightly to her chest and the twins standing close by with their hands clutching her shoulders, they waited.

"Sam..." Tara began but stopped when she was interrupted by Sam saying,

"I love you and I will always love you even after you run out that door and leave me forever". As he sat there, it felt like his heart was ready to pop out of his mouth.

"Sam, is this what you called me all the way out here for?" Tara said sounding impatient.

"Wha'?" Sam said confused.

"I already knew."

"You did? How? When?"

"Your body temperature is always a few degrees higher than the norm, plus sometimes you bark in your sleep. Typical for two-natured and shape shifters. Yeah, I read. My suspicions were finally confirmed that night at the party in Vanceville."

Sam baffled, his mouth flew open. He wondered where she got such information as unlike vampires, shape shifters kept their abilities hidden from the public.

Tara went on to say, "I knew you had to be a supe but I wasn't sure what kind you were until I cornered Morgan in the ladies room and pumped the truth out of her."

Everyone in the room turned and looked at Morgan for answers. Meeting Sam's stares, she said,

"She's pretty persuasive and determined, you have to hand her that."

The other three, Marvin, Martin and Aunt Vie looked just as shocked as Sam was. As they gave Morgan pointed looks, they wondered how the heck she kept this from them for so long. Marvin whispered in her direction, "You have some major explaining to do".

"Hey, she made me promise not to tell" Morgan whispered back in defense.

Turning his focus back on the love of his life he began to say something when Tara put her finger to his lips and said,

"You are just a person with a special ability. That's all. And as Morgan wisely put it, you are a man, heart and soul. Sam, I love you and no one and nothing will ever change that."

"Now, can I go back to work before Arlene has a fit." Tara added getting up from her seat.

"But..hold on...wait a minute, what does this mean? Does this change anything between us?" Sam said rising to his feet.

Placing her soft hands on his cheeks and looking deeply into his sapphire eyes, she said tenderly,

"My love, the only change there is going to be between us is us making a promise to be honest and forthcoming about everything. Promise?"

"I promise."

"Now let's shake on it." Tara offered her hand smiling.

"How about we KISS on it." Sam said then grabbed her by the waist pulling her to his lips.

As they kissed, everyone surrounded them.

---the End---

End Notes:

Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. The next installment is Volume II: Lives Anew. So, stay tuned TAM shippers.

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