Page 11 of Liberate Us (Next Generation 8)

Amber

I wasn’t actually expectingSammy to come over. It wasn’t like he had ever given me any indication that he wanted more out of whatever it was we were doing. Not until recently anyway. At first, I thought he hated me. I thought maybe he had known Aaron and Will and didn’t like the fact that I had taken up stripping to make ends meet. But when Will approached me and I realized that they, in fact, did not know each other, I figured there was more to it than that. Something I didn’t know but was sure about to find out.

It was only sex. It would be only sex with Sammy. It was something that I realized I needed at the moment. I had already been married once. I didn’t need hearts and flowers, and I definitely didn’t need a relationship. Having a few flings since my husband died should have curbed the itch, but it didn’t. Then I met Sammy so many months ago and no one else even came close to what I wanted. There was something about him I craved. There was a darkness to him I wanted to wrap myself up in. I was always drawn to the darker side of sex, but Aaron was having none of it and made me feel like a freak instead. So, I shoved those fantasies aside. Until now.

Besides giving me his phone number, Sammy never hinted, never said more than a handful of words to me either. Not until just the other day. My body still burned from the couple of times he had his hands on me. How he said he wouldn’t hurt me. Maybe he was right, but it didn’t mean I couldn’t be cautious just the same.

But now he was here all because I sent him a booty text. God, what the hell was wrong with me?

I didn’t have long to stew when a hard knock sounded on the door. It made my heart jump to my throat. Even his knocks had attitude.

Taking a deep breath, I headed to the door and clicked the deadbolt free.

The door opened before I had a chance to open it myself.

Sammy forced his way into my apartment, much like he had forced his way into my life months ago. He was an asshole, but I couldn’t help the way my body reacted to him. It had been so long since I had spent the night with a man. Maybe that was why my body wanted him before my brain could catch up. Either way, while Sammy’s eyes roamed down the length of my body, I couldn’t help but sway toward him.

His eyes snapped to mine, a cheeky grin spreading on his handsome face.

Giving myself a shake, I swallowed hard and started backing up. “Do you want a drink?”

He shut the door, clicking all of the locks back into place. When he was done, he looked at me over his shoulder, his eyes once again, roaming down the length of me.

I took another step back.

He followed, not answering my question and zeroing in on me like a predator about to catch his prey. Just the mere idea of him ripping me apart, sent a shiver down my spine.

“Why now?” I asked, needing to know since we had been going back and forth for months. Maybe even longer.

“Why not now?” he asked, taking another step toward me.

“Because it’s not like you’ve hinted at anything. I’ve tried talking to you, being your friend, and you’ve been nothing but an asshole this whole time.” I jumped when I backed up into the edge of the dining room table.

Sammy smirked, his dark eyes locking with mine. “You calling me out on my shit, Red? It seems to me that you haven’t hinted either. I made the first move by giving you my phone number. The rest was on you.”

“It was about damn time.” I tried backing up even more but with the table blocking me, I ended up sitting on the edge, and he got closer to me.

“Really?” He chuckled, closing the distance between us. “Were you impatiently waiting for my cock?” He placed his hands on the table at either side of me, his mouth mere inches from mine. A little closer and I could finally feel what his kisses were like. I bet they were deep, consuming, and aggressive.

His dark eyes twinkled. With him being this close, I could see some gray in his light beard.

His eyes dropped to my mouth, something flashing in the dark orbs, but much to my dismay he only leaned down toward my ear. “Tell me how much you’ve wanted my cock inside of you this whole time.”

I snorted, faking a yawn. “Seriously, is this how you get all the ladies to drop their panties for you?”

He leaned back, staring at me. “Careful, Red.”

I placed my hands against his chest. For half a second, all I could do was picture him naked but that was quickly replaced by the brat in me who wanted to play with him. Of course, I had wanted his cock inside of me this whole time, but I also wasn’t one to drop to my knees so quickly either. If my late husband taught me one thing, it was to be strong and sure of myself. Even though most times I didn’t feel that way.

“What do you want?” Sammy asked me.

“You know what I want,’ I said softly. but did he? Did he actually know what I wanted? After all of this time, after years of going through each day because I had to and there was nothing better for me to do, did Sammy actually truly know what I wanted? Because if he did, I hoped he would tell me because I sure as hell had no idea.

“Tell me, Red.” His mouth brushed along the shell of my ear. “Tell me if you want my cock deep inside you. Tell me if you want my mouth on you. Licking you. Sucking that little clit until you squirm and cream all over my face. Tell me if you want me to fuck your beautiful tight ass. Tell. Me.” He growled those last two words, and I swore it turned me on more to hear him become unraveled.

“And if I don’t want all of that?” I turned my head, our lips lightly brushing against each other.

Sammy stiffened, his handsome face suddenly morphing into a deep scowl. He wrapped his fingers around my throat. “No. Kissing,” he growled, pulling me against him and off the edge of the table.

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