Page 18 of Liberate Us

“I’ll fix your table and if it can’t be fixed, I’ll buy you anew one.” He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms under his chest. Hiseyes roamed down the length of me, reminding me that I didn’t have much on.“Next time, we’re breaking your fucking bed.”

“Next time?” I asked, taking a sip of the coffee, hope dancinginside of me. I went up to the counter to root through the bag.

Sammy remained close, turning toward me. “You thought I’d fuckyou and leave?”

“You did leave, did you not? You’re wearing different clothes.”When I looked in the bag, my eyes widened.

“I slept beside you after I put you in bed. I eventually woke upbecause I couldn’t sleep anymore. I saw you didn’t have any pain meds, so Iknocked on one of your neighbor’s doors, got what I needed, and put them onyour nightstand. After that, I went home to shower and change. I would havebeen back sooner, but traffic was shit.”

“I...” I pulled out a bottle of Tylenol, a box of Band Aids,along with a box of tampons and a box of pads. “You did this. For me?”

“Yes. You didn’t have anything in your medicine cabinet.Speaking of, did you take the meds?”

“Uh...no. I was kind of distracted by you being nice.”

He mumbled a curse, pushed away from the counter, and left thekitchen.

While I went through the bag, I couldn’t help the flutter in mystomach over how nice this was of him. It was thoughtful and while most wouldthink it was lame, it was the sweetest thing a guy had ever done for me.

“Take these.”

I jumped when Sammy stepped up behind me, holding his hand outin front of me. I took the two little pills sitting in the palm of his hand andstuck them between my lips.

“Here.” He handed me a bottle of water.

I took a sip, swallowed the pills, and opened my mouth, stickingout my tongue. “Ahhh. Happy?”

He fisted my hair, tugging my head back.

I whimpered at the odd angle, my body flushing with heat.

“Next time I ask you to do something, it would bode well for youif you listened,” he murmured in my ear.

“And if I don’t?” I threw back at him.

“I don’t think your ass will like the things I have planned forit if you don’t in fact listen to me.” He kissed my cheek and released my hairroughly. “You’re also lucky that I like little brats who defy me.”

“Well, you’re in luck, Sammy,” I said, winking.

“Drink your coffee.” He shook his head. “I’ll make breakfast.”

“You don’t have to.” I took the bag from the counter. “Thank youfor buying these things for me. You didn’t have to do that either.”

“I wanted to, and I also want to cook you breakfast.” Sammy wentto the fridge and pulled out a carton of eggs.

“Stop, Sam. Seriously.” I grabbed the eggs from him. “If youwant to fuck me again, just tell me, but you don’t have to cook me breakfast.”

“I don’t know who the fuck hurt you but when I say I’m going todo something, I mean it. I said I was going to fuck you. I did. I said I wasgoing to break your table. I did. Now I said I’m going to cook you breakfast.Which…” He ripped the carton of eggs from my hand. “I’m about to do.”

“Why?” I appreciated him being nice but there had to be anulterior motive behind his actions.

“Because I’m hungry. We worked up an appetite last night and Ihaven’t eaten anything besides your pussy in twelve hours. So, forgive me forwanting some food.”

I searched his face, looking for a sign, an indication thatthere was another plan behind his being nice, but I couldn’t find anything. Icouldn’t read him, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

“Listen.” His brows narrowed. “I don’t have an ulterior motive.Do I want to fuck you again? Yes. Will I fuck you again? Definitely yes. Myonly motive is to feed you, fuck, shower, fuck again, and maybe if you let me,get to know you a bit more too. Is all of that fine with you?” he asked, hisvoice curt and to the point.

I only nodded because what the hell could I even say to all ofthat?

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