Page 51 of Liberate Us (Next Generation 8)

“I promise not to surprise you anymore outside of the bedroom or I’ll at least make sure you have a heads-up.” He pinched my chin, tilting my head back. “Okay?”

“Okay,” I breathed, licking my lips.

His eyes followed the movement, his hand moving from my chin to wrap around my throat.

The firm contact sent a shiver down my spine.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

“Sam,” I whispered.

“Yeah, Red?” He inched closer but it wasn’t enough. His mouth was a mere breath away from mine, the air crackling between us.

“God, why do you have this effect on me?” I breathed.

He smirked, lowering his mouth to mine ever so slightly. The contact was gentle, soft. While I enjoyed his rough kisses, this was what I enjoyed more. When Sammy gave me parts of himself he never shared with anyone else. I didn’t take them for granted, knowing that there were parts of me I only ever gave him just the same.

Sam reached around me and cupped my ass, pulling me flush against him.

I sighed, licking along his full bottom lip.

A throat clearing from the entrance to the kitchen, made me jump. I actually thought Sammy would step away from me but instead, he placed a soft peck on my mouth and moved to my side. He hooked a finger in a belt loop on my jeans and pulled me closer.

“I was just seeing what your plans are for today,” Mom said, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes.

“I need to stop by the club to see Tiny.” As soon as those words left my lips, a sharp pain in the cheek of my ass forced a squeak from my lips. I coughed, elbowing Sammy in the stomach.

He grunted, rubbing the spot I hit. “I’m not having you go to a biker club by yourself.”

“He’s right.” Mom lifted her hand before I could argue. “And I know they aren’t strangers to you but one, you haven’t been home in a few months and two, Will...” She looked between us both.

“He knows about Will,” I mumbled.

“He’s causing shit,” Mom told me, which was nothing new.

“I need to talk to Tiny and find out if he knows anything while I wait for Shawnee to get back to me,” I explained.

“I get that, and I trust Tiny.” She closed the distance between us and placed her hands on my shoulders. “But I don’t trust the guys in his crew.”

A sour taste filled my throat. I didn’t trust them either. If it wasn’t for Tiny, they would have ripped me apart long ago. That had been one of the many reasons I left this damn city.

“I’ll be safe.”

Mom sighed, heading back out into the dining room. “You better hope Tiny’s there.”

“He will be.” I looked up at Sammy. “You can come with me but you’re not stopping me from going to see him.”

“Fine.” He leaned down to my ear. “I’ll deal with you later.” He kissed my cheek, gave the spot beneath my ass cheek another pinch, and pushed away from me to join my mom back in the dining room.

As soon as I was alone, it was like he sucked all of the air out of my lungs.

When Sammy sat at the table, his eyes caught mine. He nodded once.

I shook myself and sent Tiny a text, letting him know that I was in the area. I needed to get this done and over with because I knew that with Sammy’s temper and possessive ways, this meeting was not going to go well.

For either of us.

Amber

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