As she was finishing her rounds in the kitchen, Dani's stomach rumbled. Realizing that neither she nor Howie had eaten their dinner that night, she pulled out a tray and opened the refrigerator to see what she could find for a late night snack. She quickly sliced some cheese and added a bowl of strawberries to the tray. As she lifted out a bottle of white wine, her eyes fell on a can of whipped cream. She considered it for a moment and then shook her head. No, she decided laughing, that was more Sam and AJ's style. She picked up the tray and headed back out to the living room. AJ was sitting on the couch, his head thrown back and his arms crossed over his eyes. Dani sighed, feeling somewhat sorry for him despite the fact that she held him fully responsible for her best friend's unhappiness. It was obvious that he still had deep feelings for Sam. She went on up the stairs, intending to poke her head in Sam's room for a moment and perhaps put in a good word for AJ.
AJ heard Dani climb the stairs. He sighed and got up to change the disc in the CD player for something more befitting his mood. He loaded Brian McKnight's "Back At One" album and laid down on the couch, plumping the pillows under his head. As he listened to the soulful music, his mind began to drift.
Sam bit back her own groan when she felt his hand on her derriere. "Absolutely beautiful," he repeated.
"How can you tell with your hand over it?" she asked, a smile curving her lips.
"I read braille," he told her without missing a beat. Sam dissolved into laughter as she stepped away from him. "Oh, you're good," she said as she pulled her jeans back up on her hips. She had neglected to zip them though he noticed as she turned to face him. He caught her hand and pulled her to him. He slid one arm around her waist before slipping the fingers of his other hand inside the waistband of her lacy panties. "Baby, you don't know how good," he said huskily as he lowered his lips to hers. Sam slid her hands up his chest, entwining her arms around his neck. She tangled her fingers in the soft curls that brushed his nape as her tongue met his. AJ pushed his hand between her legs, cupping her mound and sliding his finger deep into her wetness. She moaned and spread her legs wider as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. "Oh, God!" she cried out as he wrapped his free hand in her thick hair and jerked her head back. "I'm gonna fuck your brains out," he growled, nibbling his way down the length of her neck. "The only question is, will it be hard and fast?" he said as he thrust his finger in and out of her forcefully, "or nice and slow?" changing his tempo to match his words.
"I don't care, just as long as you fuck me now," she told him. AJ laughed at her impatience. "Hard and fast, I think, the first time. And then we'll slow it down," he promised, kissing her deeply. He swung her up in his arms, carrying her over to a sofa before laying her down gently. He stood staring down at her as he quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes and helped remove hers. Sam reached out her hand to him as she slid over, making room for him on the couch. He stretched out beside her, pulling her close and pressing his body against hers. He captured her lips with his own as he positioned himself between her legs. Breaking their kiss, he gazed into her eyes as he entered her quickly and completely. Sam moaned, closing her eyes and arching her back as she met him thrust for pounding thrust. She raked her long nails down his back, leaving her mark and causing him to cry out.
AJ pulled her arms from around his neck and held her wrists over her head as he continued to plunge in and out of her. She cried out in frustration at being unable to run her hands along his body. "Let me touch you," she begged. He shook his head at her. "I've got a show tonight. All those little girls will wonder why my back is all clawed up," he laughed.
"So keep your frickin' shirt on for a change," she said petulantly. He flashed her a wicked grin as he held both of her wrists in one of his large hands. He ran the other down her body, caressing her breasts before moving lower to her belly. He bent his head and took one hard nipple into his mouth. The feel of his tongue sent her spiraling closer to the edge. When he reached between their bodies and rubbed her clit, she fell into the abyss, pulling him after her.
It had taken her a full week to finish the interview. Her editor loved the resulting article. AJ hated it. He paced back and forth across the Boys' dressing room at the Grammys award show. "Where in the hell does she get off writing this crap?" he exclaimed, slamming the magazine down on the table before storming out of the room. He immediately turned around and came back, pointing his finger at Dani. "The next time you talk to your friend," he began, "you tell her for me what she can do with . . . ."
"Tell her yourself," Dani interrupted. "She's here somewhere, covering the festivities." Dani almost laughed at the look on AJ's face. He was torn, she knew, between wanting to wring Sam's neck and wanting to lock himself away with her. In the week since Sam had been gone, he had managed to mention her name in at least every other sentence he uttered. The other guys had even threatened to kick him out of the group if he didn't give it a rest. "Well, I'll be damned," he said, as he grabbed up the magazine he had thrown down earlier and stalked out of the room.
Howie watched him leave apprehensively. "I've never seen Bone get so upset over bad press," he confided to Dani. "Do you think we ought to warn Sam?" Dani laughed, surprising Howie. He looked at her questioningly. "I'm sorry," Dani apologized, still laughing. "But if you knew Sam better, you'd know she'd never get within ten miles of an award show, much less do a piece on one. She hates them almost as much as she does pop music." Dani shrugged at the look on Howie's face. AJ hadn't been the only one who was displeased with Sam's article. "She's here to see AJ," she told him.
By the time he finally tracked her down, AJ had managed to work himself into a highly indignant state. Finding her engaged in intimate conversation with Fred Durst, the front man for the rock band Limp Bizkit, didn't improve his mood any. The fact that she looked sexier than he had ever seen her only added fuel to the fire. Her lustrous hair hung loose to her waist, the way he liked it. She wore a clingy, lowcut, white evening gown slit all the way up to her thigh on one side, along with strappy, silver heels. Glittering sapphires adorned her neck. Rappaport!" he called out. Sam turned eagerly at the sound of his voice. Her smile faded away though as she saw the look on his face and the magazine in his hand. "Oh, damn," she said under her breath. Durst looked up to see who had interrupted his conversation with the lovely columnist. To his credit, he realized immediately that his chances for a later rendezvous had just been swept away. He greeted AJ briefly before moving on and leaving the two of them alone. "Somebody should warn Fred that he's going to get fucked twice," AJ said spitefully. "Once during the interview and again when you write the article," he said, holding up the magazine in her face. Sam narrowed her eyes and said frigidly, "Not that it's any of your business, but I have no intention of fucking Fred Durst. Did you think just because you and I were sleeping together, I would allow it to influence my journalistic integrity?" He made a rude sound before laughing incredulously. "That's exactly what you did." Before she could get a word in to defend herself, he said, "Only instead of being favorable to us, you went in the complete opposite direction." Sam had the decency to blush at his assessment of her article. "Despite the fact that you don't like pop, you know we're damn good at what we do. And if you were any kind of journalist, you'd have the balls to admit it!"
"I did write something good about you," she protested as she took the magazine from him and flipped it open to the page she wanted. "Right there," she said pointing out a line. AJ rolled his eyes as he read it. "Bad Boy McLean's gruff vocals and unrestrained sexuality are wasted on both the sappy lyrics and his prepubescent audience."
"Now, how could I have missed that glowing comment?" he remarked sarcastically.
They stood there glaring at each other for a long moment before AJ finally reached out
and pulled her into his arms. "Damn, I missed you," he said.
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