Page 28 of Liberate Us (Next Generation 8)

“I just...” God, what could I even tell him? That I was scared? Iwasscared but of what exactly? It wasn’t like I hadn’t dated since Aaron died but even in those cases, I was never fully committed to them. I took a deep breath and let the words flow. “The higher Aaron got within the club, the less important I became. I’m not expecting you to put me first. Especially not when this is so new for us. But I refuse to stand by and let you use me, take whatever it is you want from me, only to fuck other women when I’m not with you. I can’t handle that. Not again.” Especially not from him. While what we had was new, I knew that Sammy could break me. And not in the sexy dark way we both liked either.

“What history do you have with Will?” Sammy asked, instead of commenting on what I just told him.

I sighed, pushing away from him and went to the shower. I turned on the water before I looked back at Sammy. “I grew up with Aaron, Will, and Shawnee. She was the smarter one and never wanted anything to do with either of them. I always liked Aaron. Will, on the other hand, liked me first I guess, and I think that’s what sparked this interest for me in Aaron. He never showed any hint that he wanted to take our friendship to the next level until Will told him he wanted me. Anyway.” I swallowed hard. “We had a few threesomes. It was Aaron’s idea. But I think he was trying to show his brother up or something. I don’t know. I guess I never will. But after he died, Will forced his way into my life even more. He tried consoling me, making sure I was okay and all that shit. He had an ulterior motive, but I was hurt, heartbroken over what had happened with Aaron. So, Will took advantage of that.” I looked down at my feet, wishing I had clothes on instead of standing there naked, revealing one of my many truths to Sammy.

“He’s an ass,” Sam muttered.

I scoffed. “You have no idea.”

“I don’t judge you.”

I looked up then.

“I don’t judge you for the mistakes you made, for the men you’ve been with, for anything you’ve done,” Sam continued. “I’m not perfect. At all. But I promise that I don’t judge you for your sexual history. If men can do it, so can women. I just want you to know that while we’re fucking, it’s just us. No one else. Understand me?”

I nodded, a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding, left me on a slow exhale.

“What do you want out of this?” He closed the distance between us and cupped my jaw. “Just sex? Something more?”

“Something more,” I whispered.

“Good.” He grabbed my hand and led me into the shower. “I want more too. But we don’t have to put a label on it. We don’t need specifics but I promise you that I won’t hurt you and I can reassure you that while we’re sleeping together, it’s just you and me. Okay?”

“Okay,” I replied, running my hands down his chest to his hard abs.

“Good,” he repeated, pushing me under the water. “Glad we agree on that because what I did to those bastards before we started fucking, is nothing compared to what I’ll do now that we are.”

“Tell me more.”

A low, sinister chuckle left him as his mouth found my throat. “You want to know what I’ll do when another man hits on you, Red? Because you’re beautiful as hell, so we both know it’s going to happen.”

“There’s other women at the club. They can have their pick of them,” I said, running my hands up Sammy’s strong arms. The only arms I had ever truly felt safe in.

“True.” He brushed his mouth up to my ear. “But they aren’t you. I’ve seen the way the men look at you, pet, and I don’t like it. Not one fucking bit. So the next time someone hits on you, just remember whose cock had you begging for more. Whose mouth had you screaming in a matter of seconds. Whose fingers had you wet as they slipped into your tight cunt. Whose words had you clenching your thighs in anticipation.”

“I’m not sure who that is but he sounds delicious.”

“You’re a brat, babe,” he murmured against my skin, running his hands down my sides, over my hips, and to the seat of my ass.

I sighed, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

“Fuck.” He bit my throat, licking the spot after to take away the sting. He cupped my ass, pulling me against his hard body. “You’re so fucking incredible.”

My chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. Even though he wasn’t inside me or even touching me where I wanted him most, my body still burned for him. Every time his hands slid over my skin, I couldn’t help the ache that formed between my legs. I had never experienced this before. Not for anyone. It was like now that Sam and I were finally sleeping together, we couldn’t get enough. If last night was any example of how it would be with him, I would have to take up yoga just so I wouldn’t hurt so much after.

Sammy kept one arm locked around me while reaching for the shampoo bottle.

“When did you have time to buy shampoo?” I asked, turning around in his arms.

“You passed out, so I let you sleep for a bit and went to the store grab some stuff for us.” He squeezed some shampoo into his palm, placed the bottle back on the ledge of the tub, and began washing my hair.

I sighed, leaning into him.

“I’m finding that I’m liking this,” he told me, his voice low.

“What?” I whispered.

“The aftercare.”

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