SAMOK (EveningSky & G23)

Samantha Beckett cried out as all hell broke loose. Her body writhing in slow motion as her skin became sensitive, goosebumps scattering all over her pale skin. The orgasm hitting like an unexpected avalanche. "Oh God" she breathed, hands holding onto Ezra's muscular back, nails digging into his brown Indian flesh. Samantha's hips raising, implying herself onto him, needing to feel all of him as she bucked and rode out the tidal wave that was sending tingles to the very top of her toes.

"Samantha!!" He plunged fully within her and his whole rippling body tensed yet more, every vein sprouting high out of his skin, making his body swell almost impossibly. He growled as she clawed him and pressed his face down against her neck, only kissing, knowing he could leave no mark as he ripped his erection free of her sex, and unleashed a load of his steaming seed onto the grass between her legs.

He settled down atop her gasping into her neck and ear, his breath returning very quickly despite his exertions.

Her heart laid beating forcefully underneath him, their chests moving in sync despite both teenagers recovering at different pace. Samantha's eyes stared toward the heaven's as she her breath returned. The cool wind blowing onto to Ezra's back, cooling the sweating stallion, as his lover held him in her arms. "That was unbelievable" She whispered, not needing to look in his direction. Where did a young boy like him learn to do such things, Samantha Beckett preffered not to know. Ezra made her believe there were no girls before her. His ability to make her body writhe and buck, to make her the inner walls of her vagina tingle with the most pleasurable sensation. A feeling she felt right to tip of her toes, it had all been unbelievable.


"I can't move now" She teased, her hands gently running over the smooth dark hair on Ezra's head.

He smiled and gently lay down upon her, nuzzling into her breasts. "And i don't want to."

He made sure not to press too much of his weight upon her, but he did also cover her with as much of his body as possible. He began to trace odd shapes over her right breast, not teasing her tender flesh, just needing to touch her. "i never imagined it would be like that."

She might doubt him, but she was his first, and if he could help his only. He also knew he was addicted to her. he needed to be near her, touching her, holding her, kissing her all the time. When he wasn't it was becoming a physical ache. Not in his groin, but throughout his being. He longed for her.

Even now. He had her. And had just had her. But he still wanted her. More. Even he could not perform again so soon, but he still wanted more of her, needed more of her. So he lay in place, keeping her there beneath him, his fingers still so light and loving upon her skin.

"You are so very beautiful. in every sense of the word."

Samantha chuckled at Ezra's comment. She gently pushed the burly boy off, sitting up. "Out of everyone you were the only guy who never paid me any mind. I would always think it was refreshing. But then you seemed uninterested in everything to do with girls." Samantha glanced down at her boyfriend "Who knew you'd be the worst" she teased. The blonde grimaced at the sight of the seed laying between her legs. A blatant reminder of the dirty act that she had just done with him.

"Lets not have sex for awhile" She smiled, a serious undertone in her voice. Samantha Beckett leaned down, her lips meeting his in a sweet kiss. "A week....what do you?" She mumbled against his cheek as she trailed kisses along his jaw.

he smiled and kissed her neck and shoulder. "Alright. Your body. But I refuse to be denied cuddles or kisses."

He drew her up onto his lap, rolling away from his spend, and drew her down into another kiss. "How are you feeling love?"

"So you've not seen her?" Marcia tone had been calm despite the unease she was feeling.

"No Ma'am, we haven't seen Samantha since she left school" The woman on the other line said."She must be with a friend"

Marcia nodded even thought the woman could not see "You're right...thank you for helping me"

"Anytime Mrs Beckett, Bye now"

"Bye..." Marcia Beckett hung up the phone by the pressing the little button at the top. When the line went dead the older woman quickly dialed her daughter's best friend. When Tiffany's mother Jean answered, Marcia cooly asked her question. Frustration settled when Jean informed her that Samantha was not in the company of Tiffany.

Where is that little girl!

Calling Sean had not crossed Marcia's. Informing him that his daughter was two hours late in returning from school was not an option. The strict father had already had Samantha on a short leash, if word ever got to him, the leash would get even shorter. Marcia could not have that, she knew Samantha needed space, as a teenage female. Marcia knew well the dilemma, especially regarding Samantha Beckett and Ezra Willowfoot's friendship. Little did she know that friendship was the least of her worries.

After another hour passed Marcia picked up her phone with the intent of calling Fauna Willowfoot. Maybe Ezra saw Samantha the older woman thought. Her hands dialed the number as if they held a memory of it on their own.

The ringing lasted for a minute before a female voice that Marcia was all too familiar with answered.

"Hello..." She smiled as thought her oldest dearest friend had been right in front of her. "I'm calling about Samantha, Has Ezra seen her leaving school?" There was no time for pleasantries and Marcia knew Fauna would understand.




Samantha kissed Ezra sweetly, their tongues teasing and playing with each other. Their kisses sweet yet sensual, the kind of light headedness that one would see in silly teenage romance movies.

"Kisses and cuddles I can do" Samantha Beckett grinned, nibbling gently on her boyfriend's lower lip. The two kissed, making out heavily until their lips and bodies were exhausted. Without a thought her eyes slowly closed, falling asleep naked and utterly happy in Ezra's arms. Not a single care in the world, a feeling she dreamt of having forever

Ezra smiled and wrapped about her, kissing her happily. He did not and would not sleep around her now. He knew the danger all too well. He held her close, but also checked his watch.

He knew people would begin to search for the young Miss Beckett and as he watched her sleep and stroke her hair he had an idea.

He gave her some time to rest, then got her to get up and get dressed, pulled her onto the back of his bike to sleep against his back, while he fastened her own bike onto the back of his.

He then rolled onto the reservation, and dropped her off at the school she had once volunteered at, where the kids swarmed her eager to check in with her and catch up. Ezra had carefully put her bike out of sight and drawn away.

This all went down about an hour and a half after they had left school.

He then 'showed up' at the school a bit later, 'surprised' to see the beautiful Miss Beckett here with the kids. He dropped off some stuff for the teachers, and advised one of them to make a call to his house. He was then put to work fixing things and moving furniture and the like about.

The principal took him at his word.

When Marcia call Fauna the similarly worried mother had just gotten off the phone with the school. She was not thrilled at the presence of the Beckett girl at the school, BUT she was glad she was safe. She understood Marcia's concern all too well.

"Yes I know where she is. She and that silly son of mine are at the reservation school. Apparently he told her about how much the kids missed her, and some events she had missed and Samantha had 'decided' to go see the kids and help out. Now the kids are swarming your daughter, and Ezra has been shoved into work. He had some books and stuff from us to drop off. Do you want me to have him bring her home?"

Marcia thought for a second, then politely declined Fauna's suggestion. "Sean would catch a fit if he knew Sam was on Ezra's bike. Frankly I would have a heart attack" Marcia took a deep breath. "I'll go get her, thanks for locating her for me. The debutante launching dinner is in two days so I'll see you then" She bid her dear friend goodbye and hung up the phone.

"Chase get your brother's shoes on and meet me in the truck" Marcia said, heading to the kitchen. The blonde woman began packing two baskets filled with freshly made jam tarts. One for the reservation school and the other for Fauna. It had not taken long for Marcia Beckett to pack her truck, start it up and leave the estate.



"Careful!" Samantha chuckled as she scooped a little girl into her arms. The reservation school lacked many luxury amenities such as a playground. Leaving kids to climb on each other and run in the bare fields.

"I am careful" the girl smiled

"We're accustomed" A boy who had been drawing stick men spoke.

Samantha Beckett nodded with a dim expression. Never realising how the simplest things was taken for granted till she connected with children on the reserve. This made the young blonde go in search of her boyfriend, it had not taken long before she found him, working as usual.

"Thanks for bringing me back" Samantha smiled, stepping as close to Ezra as possible, her lips connecting with his. A soft sweet and loving kiss exchanged, her hands running along the smooth jersey, his hard muscular chest beneath. The brown eyed blonde broke the kiss, eyes quickly scanning the room she found her boyfriend in. Caught up in an intense moment, Samantha completely forgot about checking to see if Ezra had been alone before planting one on him. "Sorry" she whispered stepping away before they were seen. The room was empty, but she knew someone would appear soon. It was only a matter of time.


A little girl came running in, out breath, holding onto her knees as she smiled. "Mrs Beckett is here and she brought us strawberry tarts" the girls voice boomed excitedly.

"Oh great" Samantha mumbled, giving Ezra the side eye "I'm grounded for life...again"


Samantha left Ezra standing in the classroom, making her to the entrance e of the school. The girls face grimaced as she saw the hidden expression on her mother's face. Mama Beckett was not happy.

"Young lady..." was the only greeting Samantha got.

"I can explain.."

Marcia nodded "You better" Her eyes scanned the area, smiling softly at the teacher distributing her tarts. "I've got a basket for Ezra, where is he?"

Samantha Beckett bit her bottom lip "I'll go get him" The young blonde turned on her heels, heading back to the classroom where Ezra had been busy.

"So I'm officially dead" she commented as she entered, leaning against the door frame. "My mom has something to give you" her eyes stared at his physique.

He turned at her words when she reentered the room, then smiled. "Maybe not."

He took in her physique, already preparing to obey her request to abstain from her body sexually until she gave word otherwise. Still he could steal a final kiss while the kids were busy getting into the treats Mrs. Beckett had brought. He moved close, double checking that they were alone and unobserved, with no windows in the room and her drawn in as the door shut. He drew her into a deep and passionate kiss, held it for some time, then released it and her before straightening her hair, then gently nudged her back out to her mother, where the teachers were thanking the elder Beckett lady profusely.

Ezra effectively abandoned Samantha and pounced on her brothers, demanding hugs and quickly a game of 'Tackle Ezra' formed, all the kids trying to bring him down.

The principal, a squaw ten years older than Marcia Beckett, smiled at the visitor. "Thank you Mrs. Beckett. I must ask that you blame me for your daughter's disobedience. I cornered Ezra once and made him promise to bring her out as soon as possible, and well you know how he keeps a promise."

She turned and whistled and the game froze. "WILLOWFOOT GET OVER HERE!!"

Ezra slithered free and trotted over instantly, not even breathing audibly. "Ma'am?" He towered over both women, but he stood at erect attention waiting for orders.

"Bend down."

He obeyed instantly.

She grabbed his left ear lobe. "Did Samantha ride your bike here?"

Ezra lied effortlessly, sounding entirely sincere. "No ma'am. In fact I offered and she declined." The principal twisted a bit and he spoke hurriedly. "She knew she was in trouble at home but my invite to the school was weighing on her so she decided to go. But she wasn't going to risk her father's upset at riding my bike....I could put her bike into your vehicle Mrs. Beckett."

The Principal pinched a bit harder. "And why were you late? You arrived after she did."

Ezra smiled weakly. "I went for a ride out on the old highway. Threw a slab and whipped off the chain. Had to take the back wheel off to get it back on, then limp to my uncle's shop."

"Which uncle?"

"Kilton."

She rolled her eyes. "He's never there."

Ezra smiled sheepishly and she laughed. "You idiot. Why didn't you insist on giving Samantha a ride?"

"Have you ever argued with her? She refuses to lose. And I didn't want to make trouble. Mrs. Beckett has invited me to a function and it felt rude to disrespect her by getting her daughter into trouble."

"Still would have been polite and quicker."

Ezra shrugged. "Better late and safe than quick and causing a problem. besides I don't have a spare helmet. Chief Beckett is requiring them now." He looked at Mrs. Beckett. "A wise call Mrs. Beckett."

The kids had gathered around Samantha now and were showing her all the goodies her mother had brought, as well as their recent gifts. Many were from the Willowfoots, most from Ezra, though the kids didn't know that.

The Principal shook Ezra who allowed it calmly. "Now the next question. What did you say to invite Samantha?"

"I told her about how the girls all made her several get better presents, and wrote her dozens of cards, but they couldn't send them." his eyes cut to Mrs. Beckett and he smiled. "My mom told them that Samantha was away in a special hospital where the gifts would be nice but might make her sick."

The principal nodded. Ezra sensed the intent and went on. "And that the boys had done the same but also had done a lot of work around the school that they wanted to show her. I did give her the most recent card...I see it there in her backpack. Ow!"

The principal scowled. "How?!"

"It's lime green! How can i miss it!"

She blinked then looked at Samantha's backpack and sure enough a huge lime green card festooned with decorations and the signatures of her students was clearly visible.

Ezra rubbed below his ear and her hand. "Whatcha jerk for? i was behaving."

"I thought you had gone snooping."

Ezra arched and eyebrow at her. "Do i look that stupid to you? My mama would skin me alive, staple the skin back on backwards then make me bath in lemon juice for even thinking about it." The teachers nodded, the kids made sounds of wonder or revulsion at the idea. Of course Ezra had put the card into the bag, but true to his word he had not snooped. Even his girlfriend had a right to her privacy. The card was just protection.

The Principal slowly nodded and released him. he turned to Mrs. Beckett. "This is my fault Mrs. Beckett. I let my mouth get away from me. Please don't punish Samantha. You can have my head on a platter instead....or she can give it to you."

Fauna had arrived. She was in a gorgeous white and blue sundress, and though still the beauty she had been at Samantha's age,yet for all her beauty and seeming demure nature she seemed ready to explode. "EZRA WILLOWFOOT!!"

He gulped. "Ma'am?"

His mother marched up to him, grabbed his shirt yanked him down to face her and snarled. "Did you turn your bike over on the old highway!?!"

He shook his head. "No ma'am. Almost but i managed not to."

Her eyes flashed. "Were you wearing your helmet at the time?"

"Yes ma'am."

"I see. So why was it in Kilton's shop?"

He gulped again but explained his story. "I'm sorry Mama.. i guess I forgot it. I was real late and-"

"Shut it." She glared up at him then looked at the Principal. "Did he get right to work?"

The woman nodded and Fauna sighed, her anger evaporating as he smacked the helmet into her son's chest and released him. "You forget it again and i'll staple it to your head."

"Yes ma'am."

"Good. Now go away. Marcia!" Fauna beamed and hugged her old friend, kissing her cheek, then positively glowed when she spotted Samantha. "Samantha Beckett you come here! You look wonderful!" She wrapped the petite blonde in her arms and delivered a bone creaking hug.

Ezra had been given his orders and dutifully went back to the kids where the game resumed, his sisters, minus the sleeping baby in the car, joining. With the slight advantage he was sprinting about the field dodging and ducking them, leading a merry chase.

The Principal looked on at both scenes. Helen Rawbill had helped raise Ezra. They were not true blood as Helen came from Arizona but had married into the tribe her, wedding a very distant cousin to the Willowfoot clan. She had taught Fauna when they were both young girls, and had been in the woman's wedding, and had been one of the first people other than his parents to hold infant Ezra. She was his beloved Aunt Helen and he didn't dare break a promise to her.

Of course she had a feeling that it had been much more the handsome young brave rather than the call of the children that had drawn the beautiful Beckett girl, but she could understand that. They made a fine couple, no matter what their respective couples might think. Helen never would, and never did, speak to anyone about what she saw, but she could tell that Ezra was in love with Samantha Beckett. And more importantly that Samantha was at the very least falling in love with Ezra Willowfoot.

Samantha Beckett's eyes widened at how easily her boyfriend spun his web of lies in her favour. The blonde stifled her laugh as the principal interrogated Ezra, holding the boys ear tightly in her grasp. His intimidating physique was no match for the elderly woman. She handled him like one would a five year old. Samantha noticed her mother visibly relax and the teenager could not help the admiring look she gave her boyfriend as he rubbed his sore ear. However, the boy's torture did not end there. Fauna Willow foot showed up, slamming the door of her vehicle. When the small woman shouted the boy's name Samantha stepped back. She had never seen Mrs Willowfoot with such anger.


Does she know what we did...


Samantha's palm became sweaty, nervous for her boyfriend and herself. The nervous feeling quickly subsided when Fauna Willowfoot approached her son about his safety practices when riding his motorcycle. Samantha Beckett grinned at her boyfriend's 'guilty as charged' expression. The young blonde did not know of the incident Mrs Willowfoot had been referring too but she could understand the woman's anger. Samantha too would be angry if Ezra had not been careful on the road. The thought of suddenly losing him, made her heart drop. A feeling Samantha Beckett felt uncomfortable with.


With as much energy as Fauna Willowfoot displayed anger, the woman turned to Marcia with greater enthusiasm. Samantha was not spared the kindness, receiving a bone crushing hug from a woman who had known the blonde since diapers.


"You look pretty good yourself" Samantha smiled


"For having a baby recently she's right" Marcia smiled "You look sixteen still"


Marcia Beckett placed a dainty hand on her forehead, as if thinking. "Ah, I remember now. Samantha was to escort Ezra to our tailor to get his suits for the debutante season. Tomorrow is as good a day as any, as long as he doesn't have her on the back of his bike."


Samantha pursed her lips finding it absolutely funny that her mother was so adamant about her not being on EZra bike. If they only knew about Arkansas, Ezra practically had a seat with Samantha's name on it. No other girl belonged on the bike in Samantha's mind. That was her place. She rode Ezra and his bike, one more than the othe

Erza had carefully not looked directly at Samantha throughout the interview, but he had used various reflective surfaces to keep an eye on her.

He wondered when she would question his ability to lie, but let that go. He had little choice. There was club business involving them both, her alone, and so much more she would never be allowed to know, and even more important only he and the club knew just how close to death she had come the night she had OD'ed.

He still knew she would eventually question him about it. Fortunately he had prepared for that. The only thing he could not show complete proof of was his virginal status until their first time. He had alibi's and the word of every girl he had every met, but he doubted she would ever believe that.

He had sworn that he would never lie to her, and he both had not and would not. He just had to be careful what he told her. Luckily or wisely on her part she had not tried to gain information on club business. She seemed to care little about the club itself, and that gave him much peace.

While he considered he finished moving the furniture, and exited the school, stripped off his shirt, shoes, and socks, then mounted the drainpipe and scurried up to the roof and first of all straightened the gutters before clearing them, then began tossing storm debris off the roof to the pile below. He was officially unaware he was being observed.

His mother was just one set of eyes watching him as he worked, her eyes as unreadable as her son's usually were. She spoke softly to Marcia. "Well i don't mind them going. They can take my car if that would make it easier for you and Sean. No need to break the rules. And the suit wouldn't last on his bike anyway. When are they to go? When is good for you Samantha?"

Ezra heard this and his ears perked up, but he kept working silently, giving no sign of his attention.

Show off, Samantha Beckett shook her head at her boyfriend's antics. Not that the blonde was complaining, she enjoyed the view just like any other girl. Even more so because the boy who possessed such qualities belonged to her. Her eyes glanced to the side, eyeing two Indian girls who swooned at the sight of Ezra. Part of her became jealous, those were the type of girls that would one day spend their life with the boy on the roof. Samantha however, was his flavour of the month. A simple and tryst with a Beckett, a notch on his belt. Just like Thomas Willowfoot, trying something different before settling with what they truly wanted.


Samantha had been forcibly dragged back to reality, away from her toxic thoughts when Fauna Willowfoot spoke. The young blonde tucked her wild blonde hair behind her ear. "Tomorrow after school maybe....I don't have cheer practice." Samantha shook her head as if just realising something important "But Ezra may have practice....I'm not sure. Unfortunately tomorrow evening is the only time I can spare to go that far." She smiled "I've still got my dresses to shop for"


Marcia waved a dainty hand "The most difficult process of this entire season" She laughed heartedly. Secretly looking forward to taking her beloved daughter to pick out beautiful outfits and evening gowns.

Samantha turned her attention to Ezra, forgetting their surroundings as she spoke pointedly as if they were alone in the glen "Do you have practice tomorrow?"

Ezra pretended not to hear anything until his beloved spoke. He had to still himself from answering immediately, and called for a bottle of water, which he drained, then he leaned forward and fell off the roof, causing many to gasp before he turned the fall into a graceful flip landing easily on his feet.

He wiped off with a towel, then lay it over his shoulder, hiding his nipples and most of his chiseled chest, but not his shredded abdomen. Lean and powerful he moved like a tiger or a wolf, a great beast of prey.

He went to stand by his mother before answering. "No practice for me no...Why?"

Fauna explained, rolling her eyes at Marcia, while Ezra very carefully stared at Samantha by not staring at her. He focused his eyes on the Principal who was behind her, while he soaked in the image of his girlfriend.

He would never know her insecurities but he was daydreaming about them. Not about their sex, though that was amazing, but about those rides on his bike, her fingers tightening about him. The way she laughed when she was truly happy. How she tossed her hair to look back him and smile. he was head over heels for her and wished so hard he could tell the world. She deserved to be displayed as the Queen she was and would be, not hidden as if she was a shame.

He nodded. "Yes ma'am. I'll take the car if you want. Should i get anything else while I'm away. And do you want the girls to come along?"

He looked at his mother, then at Mrs. Beckett. "i'm buying the girl's Christmas dresses this year. Some advice from Samantha would be wonderful. And they would serve as chaperone's. Make sure Samantha doesn't beat me up." He grinned playfully as his mother hit his arm. "Sorry Mom. But it would be no problem Mrs. Beckett. The girls love Samantha. And they could go find the girly stuff and giggle and all that. Make me carry the bags."

Fauna's eyes narrowed. "What prompted the idea?"

Ezra gestured at Samantha. "Well she's a fine lovely young lady, who I am not to be escorting at the event. it would be imprudent and impolite to my selected escort to be seen alone in the company of another young lady right before the effort. Also i doubt Mr. Beckett would appreciate a young man alone with his daughter. What father would? Not that Samantha would allow me to disrespect her so but I would prefer to ease his mind. And yours Mrs. Beckett."

He smiled at Marcia, and winked at Samantha. "Plus the girls said they were going to get you to help the next time they take me shopping to get me to wear stuff other than black and denim. how did they put it...oh yes. 'Samantha will make you because she's all grown up and grown women run the world."

Fauna, the principal and the teachers laughed at that and Ezra let his eyes linger lovingly on his blonde beauty, then flicked to her mother. He smiled sincerely. "So...orders Mrs. Beckett?"

Marcia Beckett listened to Ezra Willowfoot's reasonings as to why his sisters should chaperone his evening with Samantha. The elder blonde found it gentlemanly and sweet of him, an admiring smile on her face. Samantha Beckett however rolled her pretty chocolate eyes, not believing a single thing her boyfriend had been spewing. Samantha realised Ezra's sweet talk to the adults was something that the boy was used too. In the past Samantha would have considered him sweet too, but she knew him well now...too well. She was not going to fall for his smooth lyrics like all other girls did. Truth be told the young blonde would rather the Willowfoot girls not accompany them. Time alone together was something both teenagers rarely had, especially in the public eye.

"Well...whatever you decide Samantha will join. As long as you have her back in time for dinner. I don't think Sean will mind"

Samantha took a deep breath and left the conversation , walking over to her bike, rolling it back to her mother's truck. Highly capable Samantha lifted the bike and laid it in bed of the truck. Ready to be gone, trying her best not to stomp over to Ezra and pummel him. Not because of his sisters, but because of his concern toward Maggie.

Marcia noticed Samantha's actions and smiled sweetly at Fauna "We best be going then" She turned to Ezra "Can you take this to the truck for me....I need to speak with your mother"

Ezra obeyed moving close to his lover and noted her ire.

Knowing they were observed but out of hearing he whispered. "If we take the girls they will happily ditch us to go watch movies or anything else they can do. Then you and I can do anything you wish."

He studied her face hungrily. He wanted to hold her. Kiss her. Love her. But he restrained himself, letting the image of him sate his need for her for now.

Samantha chuckled "This isn't about your sisters...." The blonde shook her head and took a deep breath. There would not be an argument between them, not in front of everyone. To them Samantha Beckett had no reason to be irritated or angry with the Willowfoot Prince. "One minute you make my knees buckle the next I feel like hitting you" she mumbled, shaking her head in disbelief. "One of these fine days I may forget this is all a secret and either kiss or smack you in public" The three Indians girls laughed in the distance and Samantha rolled her eyes "And that will result in your people..." Her hand indicated to the three girls standing further off in the field "Calling me a slut or a Bitch...either way I won't win." Samantha shrugged "We can't even speak to each other here without odd glances. I'm going to grow tired Ezra" Her brown eyes saddened "You will too....even though you won't admit it" Samantha knew of the tough exterior Ezra portrayed, but the truth was that he was just a boy still. Not yet the man he would one day be, and that boy and man would both want a girl and woman they can hold in public....someone to call their own.


"Whatever this is....it's fun now" She smiled, but the truth was, Samantha Beckett was afraid of what the future held for them.

Marcia Beckett and Fauna ended their conversation, the elder blonde woman heading across to her truck "Sam get your brothers and let's go"

"Okay" Samantha flashed Ezra a quick smile before heading off into the field "Chase and Brandon! Time to go" the young blonde clapped her hands twice to fully grab the attention of her playing brothers.

"Coming!" Both boys shouted as if their teeth were being pulled.

When all the Beckett's had been packed up inside the red truck, Marcia shifted into gear. Backing out of the parking lot, Samantha's eyes remained trained on a certain someone. As her mother drove away the young girl stared, never looking away till he had been out of sight. A perfect example of how their relationship would end. One of the leaving the other behind.

As soon they arrived home the Beckett boys made a mad dash for the kitchen, craving one of their mother's tarts. Samantha had been about to follow suit when her mother's spoke.

"Don't ever do that again"Marcia Beckett's eyes stared solemnly at her daughter. "Do not have me searching for you Samantha, God alone knows what your father would do if he gets wind of this"

"Well I'm already on his bad side...couldn't get any worse"

Marcia sighed "Sam..."

"I know mom, I get it. It won't happen again." Samantha exited the truck, making her way to her bedroom for a nice hot shower. Desperately in need of getting Ezra's sweat and scent off her.

Ezra was stunned.

Not by her words but by her coldness.

He stared after her even as he talked with the others and his mother.

She truly thought he was playing some game?

He adored her, but that rankled him. That she thought he was just toying with her because she was the pretty white girl.

When he could he broke free and as he had no restrictions he went for a ride. A long one. He pushed his bike to the limit, needing the speed of the road. She couldn't and like never would know it but her words had hurt him badly. But he had no response. She was too afraid of her parents.

He did not return home that night.

"What is wrong with you" Samantha asked pushing Tiffany's shoulder as the two friends walked closely together, heading toward the cafeteria for their usual lunch.

"Nothing..."

"You've been blushing all day"

Tiffany sighed knowing Samantha Beckett would not let her go. The girl was a detective by nature, and they'd been friends too long. Tiffany grabbed her tray loading a salad, burger and a bottle water onto it. "Eddy kinda..." The redhead blushed as they both sat on the furthest table.

"Kinda what?" Samantha urged

"He asked me out"

Samantha Beckett's jaw dropped "As in...a date?" Tiffany nodded sheepishly "Oh my god Tiff! Why didn't you tell me?..that's great"

"You did have a crush on him so I was a little worried"

Samantha waved her hand as if swatting a fly "Eddy was the childhood crush, Adult me is with Ezra" The blonde was over the moon, her happiness for her best friend white surpassed her own at that moment. Tiffany had never shown interest in many boys, besides Ezra and Eddy. Samantha however liked the latter very much as a little girl. Life worked in mysterious ways, giving both ladies the guys that were right for them. Even if they had not realised it yet.

Tiffany grinned "Well we're going on a date this weekend"

"Gosh I envy you Tiff.."

"Why?"

"You and Eddy can have such a future together. Date now, later on maybe get married and start a family" Samantha smiled sadly "Ezra and I could never....it wouldn't work"

"Well no one says you've got to marry him. Just have fun Sam, and you look back on it smile...memories."

Samantha nodded "I know..." she twirled her fork through the pasta on the plate as her mind drifted to her boyfriend. School was almost over and she still has not seen him for the entire day. After the last bell Samantha stood at the entrance of the school, waiting on Ezra as planned.

Ezra pulled up before the school in his mother's car as promised. He smiled at her. His sisters had not joined them.

He waved at her. "The girls are going to see a movie with my grandparents. Are we ready to go?"

He spied Tiffany and waved as well. "I heard about you and Eddy. Congratulations. He's a lucky guy."

Samantha noticed when Ezra Willowfoot rolled into the school grounds, pulling up right beside her. The car empty with the exception of him, as of reading her mind the young Indian boy explained the absence of his three sisters. She nodded, feeling a sense of relief, yet a slight nervousness at his odd demeanor. His smile had been directed toward her. Yet his deep blue eyes seemed distant...cold. Samantha Beckett collected her thoughts and returned the smile, before hugging her friend goodbye.

Tiffany Blake blushed when Ezra said Eddy Redland had been a lucky guy. The young redhead considered herself lucky, never once did she think Edward Redland lucky for getting someone like her to date him.

"Thanks, I'll let him know you think so" She smiled waving the pair goodbye as they drove away from school. "You're a lucky guy too" she beamed.

"So it's at on the outskirts.of Wilmington, in San Topa" Samantha said adjusting herself in the seat, trying to get comfortable. Her mouth itching to ask the most obvious question of the day. Thirty minutes into their drive, thirty minutes of silence passing andSamantha Beckett turned to Ezra Willowfoot. "Why weren't you in school?" She whispered.

He reached over, took her hand and raised it to his lips.

The windows were tinted so darkly no one could see them. He spoke very softly. "I was considering what you said. And I'm very hurt by it Samantha."

He tilted her thumb up and kissed the pad of it. then nibbled the tip lightly. "I'm hurt that you think so little of me and my people. i would scream our relationship to one and all. But you asked for silence."

He began stroking his own face with her thumb's pad. "I have obeyed. Not happily but I have. Your fears frighten me Samantha. you are determined to see an end to this. Us. I refuse to."

he smiled. "i know we are young, but what i feel for you and what you feel for me is real. Why must we end that? Is there any reason?"

Samantha Beckett had an odd tingling sensation in the pits of her stomach. Feeling Ezra's mouth against her thumbs his face rubbing on her delicate skin. A huge wave of guilt washed over, the guilt of knowing she'd hurt him badly enough that he skipped school. As Ezra Willowfoot took his schooling seriously, despite his bad boy motorcycle riding exterior. "It has to be this way" Samantha whispered. "I'm sorry I hurt you, that wasn't my intention. But I'm not stupid Ezra..." It was unfair that he expected her to give up her life for him, when he had no intention of returning the favour. "The sons is your future, let's say I defied my parents to spend my life with you. Your first and last thought would be that club and you know it. Every. Single. Willowfoot......is a club member." Samantha stared at him " I haven't figured out if i want that to be my future yet Ezra. I know it's yours....but you can't ask me to make it mine"

Samantha's eyes returned to the road, she took a deep breath, exhaling softly. "There are so many other girls who'd line up for the chance to have that future with you, they'd love to be your woman when you get older." Samantha glanced his way "I'm not that girl, I'm only seventeen but that's not what I want to be married too. It's either the club or me, you can't have both"

"It's not that I think little of you or your people. But I don't want what you guys want. I'm not going to contented with being a club member's wife. I want more...and you want the club....so how in God's name can we possibly work Ezra?" There was a hint of annoyance hidden I. Samantha's voice. "Thats my reasons, you won't understand but they're very reasonable fears to me." She leaned over placing a soft kiss on his caramel coloured cheek.

"We're young and irresponsible, we can have as much sex as we want. Fall as deeply in love as we want. If you want to go public I will hold your hand through every obstacle we'll face." Samantha smiled "I'll even kiss you in front my Uncle Henry if you'd like." Her smile faded "I am willing to face the wrath of our families....as long as you don't patch in when we turn eighteen."

"You continue to make assumptions for me and my knowledge. But i'll let that go for now." He drew her close and turned his head kissing her.

"I can't give you my answer now. I...i never thought the club was the problem."

He sat back against his seat, holding her close. "I'll have to think about it...but I do want to be sure. if I don't patch in you'll let us go public? Fully? You'll stay with me?" he couldn't look at her while driving, and he couldn't pull over on this tiny road. the windshield was tinted as well. Fauna had sensitive eyes but couldn't wear glasses as they did nothing for her. The forward tint wasn't strong as the others, but it did block anyone outside from seeing within the vehicle.

Do I really mean it Samantha leaned her head against her boyfriend's shoulder. Thinking over what she had previously said. Trying to foresee every complication that would come their way. The wrath of their families. The disappointment of Willowfoot men if Ezra gave up their tradition. After all the heir of SAMOK would be stepping down, for none other than a Beckett. Likewise she envisioned her father's bewilderment, and her uncle Henry's seething rage. Not that his opinion mattered in the first place, but the man was a great influencer of her father's. Samantha Beckett shook her head, not wanting to imagine the outcome of going public, or she may very well change her mind about it all.

"I may have grown up in the town of SAMOK but I was never a part of it." She glanced at his legs, the way he tried to relax in his mother's small vehicle. His legs not accustomed to be contained, but free on the road, on his motorcycle.

"I'm not sure" She said truthfully "But I'm willing too, I'll keep my promise as long as you keep yours" She kissed his shoulder "We're just boyfriend and girlfriend, its not like we're getting married right?" She grinned, turning on the radio, allowing the music to fill the car along with her voice as she sang along. A distraction from the bulge that sat comfortably in his jeans, and all the things she could try while he drove