Page 72 of Liberate Us

As we left the bathroom, we walked hand in hand to the changeroom the dancers and other staff used. Sammy handed me my bags, placed a softpeck on my cheek, and without saying anything, went to join his crew.

I was left standing there, watching him walk away. His calmdemeanor made me nervous. It had me wondering if maybe he would eventually blowup once we were alone.

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(Sammy)

Shewas pregnant.

Amber was pregnant.

With my baby.

When I left her standing outside of the change room the staffused, I could see the confusion in her eyes. I got it. I did. Because I reallyhad no idea how the fuck I was feeling.

Scared? Definitely.

Worried? For sure.

Excited? Absolutely.

So many emotions ran through me, I wasn’t sure how to deal withthem all. But I knew she felt the same way and figured she needed some space.

For the first time, in a very long fucking time, I thought of myparents. I tried not to think about them because it hurt. It hurt too damnmuch, and I couldn’t deal with that pain. Amber had kept me distracted, but nowthat I knew she was pregnant, memories of my parents slid to the forefront ofmy mind. I wished they were around so I could ask them for advice. I could goto Greyson and Eve, but it wouldn’t be the same.

“Sam?”

I stiffened, finding Cyrus coming toward me.

“Hey, you good?” He signaled Shawnee over, ordering a round ofdrinks for the guys before turning back to me. “What’s wrong?”

I glanced at Shawnee.

She nodded once.

I did the same.

But I still wouldn’t tell Cyrus. Not yet and definitely nothere.

“I’m good,” I finally said.

He stared at me, knowing I was lying.

Amber and I needed to talk and we would do that once she wasdone her shift, but until then, I would do what I normally did and listen whilethe guys spoke.

The hairs on the back of my neck tingled, forcing my headaround.

Amber walked toward me.

I had been too distracted to notice in the bathroom, but shelooked hot as fuck tonight. She wore dark ripped blue jeans with a white tanktop tucked into the high waist. Her long red hair was pulled back into aponytail. The white of the top showed a glow in her skin. The weather hadbecome warmer, so whenever I was with her at her apartment, we would spend asmuch time as we could on her balcony.

I had helped her set up a little sitting area since the balconywas a decent size. I did it so she had something else that could get her out ofher apartment if she didn’t want to actually go anywhere, but I also used it asan excuse to fuck her somewhere new.

My thoughts traveled back to the other night. Us out on thebalcony. Her at my feet. My cock down the back of her throat.

“You know it’s rude to stare,” Amber said, pulling me from mydirty thoughts. She came up to my side and lightly brushed her fingers alongthe back of my hand.

I linked my fingers with hers and leaned down to her ear. “Youknow it’s rude to look that delicious in public when I can’t do anything aboutit.”

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