Page 22 of Liberate Us (Next Generation 8)

I shook my head at his innuendo.

Me: See you then.

I was going to respond and tell him that he didn’t have to pick me up and I could take a cab home, but to have a chance at being alone with him? There was no way I would turn that shit down.

The rest of the night ended up in a blur. I couldn’t overly concentrate, knowing full well how the time after my shift was going to be spent.

By the time one in the morning rolled around, I quickly said bye to Shawnee and made my way out of the club, knowing she would ask questions if I stayed.

When I left the building, I was met by a man who had invaded my body a few days ago. Sammy was standing by his bike, puffing on a smoke. He wore his leather cut with a black hoodie and ripped blue jeans. The granite lines of his face seemed to be softer tonight for whatever reason.

As I approached him, I was thankful that I didn’t drive my car tonight. It was like fate had a way of pushing Sammy and me together, since I’d already decided to take a cab so I could have a drink after my shift ended.

When Sammy caught me approaching, he stood up taller and threw his smoke to the ground.

“Hi,” I said, closing that last little distance between us.

He hooked an arm around my middle and pulled me against him in a rough move.

I gasped, slapping my hands against his hard chest.

His eyes dropped to my mouth and just when I thought he was going to kiss me like I had wanted all along, he lowered his lips to my ear instead.

“Miss me?”

A breathless laugh left me as his beard tickled my ear. “Yeah. You?”

“Oh yeah.” His hand reached under my skirt, grabbing a fistful of my rear and lifting me onto the seat of his bike. He pushed his way between my knees, his mouth finding the spot at the base of my throat. A low moan left him. It rumbled through me to the point it sounded like a purr. “I like this look,” he mumbled against my skin. “This shirt does wonders for your tits.”

A breathless laugh left me. The black pleated skirt was short, and I had settled for a white V-neck t-shirt. It was comfortable but apparently sexy.

“Sam,” I whispered, running my fingers through his hair.

He lifted his head just enough that he could look into my eyes.

“Kiss me.” It was a plea for more. From him. From life. I wasn’t sure. But I wanted something. We had a connection, that part was true, and we definitely couldn’t deny the attraction between us. But I wanted to feel his lips on mine. His tongue deep in my mouth as he roamed his hands over my body.

He lowered his mouth to my throat. His teeth nipped, his lips sucked, and his tongue licked. The movements caused this undying want to brew from somewhere deep inside of me.

“Sam.” I tilted my head to the side, giving him better access. “Please.”

“No.” He grabbed a handful of my hair and tugged my head back. “No kissing.”

“But—” When a throat cleared close by, I jumped. I expected Sammy to move away from me but instead, he turned to look at whoever interrupted us and stepped between my knees.

“What the fuck do you want?” he demanded.

“Am I interrupting?” Will.Shit.

“Yes, you are actually.” Sammy turned his back to me, so if I wanted to see Will, I would actually have to look around Sam to do so. It felt like maybe he was trying to protect me. Will had his hands on me not too long ago without my permission and that bothered Sam. I wondered if there was another reason for that or if he had seen it in others he knew.

“You see Red anywhere? She usually works until one and Shawnee said she left already.”

“Yes, I’ve seen Red.” Sammy reached behind him.

I took his hand, linking my fingers between his. I wasn’t sure why, but that action alone forced a lump to my throat. But setting those feelings aside, I had to focus on the here and now. I didn’t know what Will wanted. Not completely anyway.

“Is that her behind you?” Will asked.

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