Liberate Us (Next Generation Book 8) Page 3

  I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her against me. “I hear you.”

  “Good.” She gave me a squeeze and slapped my ass.

  I yelped, jumping away from her. “Seriously.”

  She laughed. “I’ll leave you alone. Just make sure to lock the door behind me.”

  “I will.” I followed her to the door and closed it behind her once she left the room. Clicking the lock into place, I looked out at the room before me. As much as I thought I could distract myself from thoughts of Sammy, I knew that it would be almost impossible. I also knew that I would text him. Eventually. Maybe not tonight. Or even tomorrow night. But it would happen.

  He knew it. I knew it.

  It was only a matter of when.

  Amber

  It had been a few days since I’d seen Sammy and Will. Both of them got under my skin in very different ways. Sammy for the good and Will for the bad. Very bad. Every time I saw him, it reminded me of how stupid I’d been as a young girl. I wanted attention. I craved it. I didn’t grow up with a father, so maybe that was part of my issue. Aaron wanted me. Will wanted me. Two guys. What more could a girl ask for? But the way they wanted me was unhealthy. I just didn’t know it at the time.

  Even though Aaron was no longer around, I felt like he was at times because both he and his brother had been so much alike. It was unreal. They weren’t twins, but they were close, and their personalities were quite similar. But if I had to choose between both of them, as much as he had hurt me over the years, I would have chosen Aaron every single time. There was something off about Will. Always had been.

  It was now Thursday evening, and I had the night off. I was sitting on my bed with my laptop in front of me, getting ready to video chat with my mom. It had been a routine we did often, at least twice a month, sometimes more if life allowed it.

  Getting comfortable, I turned on the computer and waited for it to load. I sent my mom a quick text, letting her know that I was about to video call her. Once the laptop was booted up, I called her through Facebook and waited for her to answer.

  When she finally did, I couldn’t help but smile. My mom was more than just my mom. She was my best friend. Between her, Shawnee, and the other girls at Rouge, I had the best friends a girl could ever ask for. While I had known Shawnee the longest, I was close with all of them.

  “Hi, baby girl,” my mother greeted, pulling her long red hair back into a messy ponytail.

  “Hi, Mummy.’” I sat back against the headboard and grabbed my glass of red wine off the nightstand. “How are you?”

  “What’s wrong?” she asked instead of answering my question and grabbing her own glass of wine. A deep frown appeared between her perfectly arched eyebrows. I swore the only way you would know that she was in her fifties was by the laugh lines at the corners of her eyes and mouth. Other than that, Andrea Bishop hardly had a gray hair on her head.

  “You didn’t answer my question,” I pointed out, delaying my response as much as I could.

  “I’m fine. Now tell me what’s wrong?”

  I sighed. “Have you been chatting with Emma again and getting her to read your Tarot cards?”

  She laughed. “Nah. I just know my daughter. Is it a boy?”

  “He’s a man, mom.” I rolled my eyes. “Definitely not a boy.”

  “So, tell me then, what’s the issue?”

  “I don’t know.” I took a sip of my wine, mulling over what I wanted to say. “Truth is, I have no idea. He’s intense. He’s also a biker.”

  Mom raised an eyebrow. “You sure that’s a good idea?”

  I groaned, throwing my head back against the headboard. “I don’t know. The attraction is there. It’s not like it was with Aaron. I think I only married him because he was the first guy who showed me any interest. It was just bad. He was bad for me. But Sammy...I think he’s bad for me too but in a completely different way.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I don’t know. I don’t think he would ever hurt me. I haven’t gotten any red flags with him like I did with Aaron. Sammy is just…well…he’s Sammy.” And Lord help me, but I loved the way he looked at me.

  “When was the last time you had any fun?”

  “You’re my mom.” I frowned. “You should be telling me to stay safe, keep out of trouble, and that Sammy is bad for me.”

  “Listen, I don’t know who Sammy is, but I know you and I know Shawnee. Does she know about him?”

  “Yeah. She does,” I said, unsure as to what Mom was getting at.

  “Okay, well I know that she would never let you end up with someone like Aaron again. You almost lost your friendship because of him.” She lifted her hand when I went to speak. “I’m not done.”

  I sighed, taking a sip of wine to stop myself from saying something I would regret.

  “I know what happened with Aaron wasn’t your fault. You were young and in love.”

  “And dumb,” I added, taking a bigger sip of wine that time.

  “No, not dumb, just inexperienced.”

  “You’re being nice, Mummy.”

  “Maybe.” She gave me a small smile. “Is he nice to you? This Sammy?”

  “He has his…yes, he’s nice to me.” There was no way I could tell her that the few times he had been a dick to me, turned me on. It was a kink not a lot of people understood. “As much of an ass as Sammy can be, he’s still nothing like Aaron was.” My late husband was nice in the beginning but boy, did he ever have me fooled. At least with Sammy, I knew where I stood with him. He wanted sex. End of.

  “That’s good at least.”

  Mom and I continued chatting for another hour. I found out she was seeing someone too but never gave me his name. She wanted to make sure there was something there before giving me any information about him. She also wanted to make sure he was worthy of meeting her daughter.

  A half hour later, I was getting ready to hang up with my mom when Sammy’s words from the other day rang into my head. He was sick of waiting. Well so was I.

  I sent him a quick text, not even re-reading what I had written, knowing I probably sounded nervous or worse. Desperate.

  “Did you text him?” Mom asked, trying to pour wine into her glass when the bottle was clearly empty.

  I laughed as she pouted. “I did.”

  “Good girl. You go enjoy him and I’m going to continue getting drunk by myself.”

  I blew her a kiss. We said our goodbyes and I told her I would see her soon, when I would drive up to spend a week with her. I couldn’t wait to see her but for now, I would do what she suggested and have some fun.

  When my phone buzzed, I knew that this would be it and my world was about to change. I just wasn’t sure if it would be for the better.

  ***

  (Sammy)

  I never wanted her. Not in the way one would think. She deserved better. Far better than someone like me. I was angry. Hated mostly everyone around me except for a select few and even then, their happiness pissed me off most days.

  I was elated for them. I really was. But I didn’t have that same happiness. Not that I went out looking for it or anything.

  Amber Bishop was the exception. She was my undoing. She broke down the walls I had spent years building. I masked my pain with humor and crude remarks, but she saw right through me. Even when I was mean to her, she would cross her arms under her chest and stare me down. Every time I told her exactly what was on my mind, whether it be nice or not, her cheeks would turn a nice shade of red and her eyes would darken. My words, no matter how hurtful or to the point they were, turned her on. Because she knew I didn’t mean them. Which was the truth.

  The things I was into and the women I had sex with bordered on the more extreme version of kink. But I made sure it was safe, sane, and consensual. Always.

  If they wanted me to slap them around, bruise them, or mark them up, as long as an agreed upon safeword was used if it got to be too much for them, I was game. But unfortunately, a lot, if not most, women couldn’t handle me. But I knew that Amber could. Part of that scared me and was probably why I was avoiding the mere idea of fucking her.

  I had spent months skirting around that shit. Of finally being with her like I knew both of us wanted. Did I have feelings for her like my brother accused me of having? I wasn’t sure, but at the moment I didn’t care. What I did care about was what her soaking wet pussy felt like as it squeezed a release out of my dick. That was the only thing that mattered at the moment. The rest could wait because again, it didn’t matter. Feelings got people hurt. Emotions had people killed. My parents were no exception. Was it the reason I had closed my heart off to everyone? Maybe. I didn’t know. But if Amber kept pushing, I knew, because I wasn’t stupid, I could fall for her. She would then leave me like my mom left my dad. I would break. Just like he had. I knew it wasn’t exactly the same since my mom had been killed, but I couldn’t handle going through what my dad did. And then he went off and got himself killed too.

  It didn’t help. None of it helped.

  My phone took that moment to ding. I braced myself, expecting some sort of bad news like we seemed to have been getting for what felt like forever, when my eyes moved across the small screen. My dick lengthened, threatening to burst against the zipper of my jeans.

  Red: If you’re bored and want to come over, you can. Don’t feel like you have to, but my door is always open. Or it will be once you get here.

  I raised an eyebrow. Even in her text, she seemed nervous.

  A second text came in which included her address.

  Shoving my phone in my pocket, I flicked the smoke to the ground and butted it out with my boot.

  Straddling my bike, I drove the distance it took to get to Amber’s apartment. My body stirred the closer I got. Th
ese feelings were new for me. I had never sought out a woman, gone to her apartment, or even wanted to be friends with her instead of just fucking. But unfortunately for me, my big mouth got in the way most of the time and I had no idea how to speak to Amber. She had me flustered. She unraveled me. Completely and utterly, I was a mess. Because of her. I said shit that would usually get me slapped, but she gave it right back to me instead. But I found that I wanted her hands on me. It was something I never wanted before. Most of the women I had been with never even had a chance to touch me. But they never complained when they limped away from my bed.

  When Amber’s apartment building came into view, I kicked up the throttle and sped toward the pussy I had been craving for months. Nothing curbed this want, this need. And I knew nothing would until I got exactly what I wanted.

  Once I finally reached her apartment, I pulled into the large driveway, parked in some empty random spot, not caring in the least if it was meant for someone who lived there. If I got a ticket or towed, it would be worth it as long as I had a taste of Amber.

  I needed her to beg.

  I needed her to scream.

  But most of all, I needed her to look at me like I was the only one who mattered.

  Jogging to the front door, I entered the building, searched her name on the list of residents who lived there, and stabbed the button once I found her.

  “Hello?” came her reply, seconds later.

  “Let me in,” I demanded, my voice curt.

  A buzz sounded, the lock clicking free.

  Get ready, Red, I’m coming for you and once I’ve had you, I’m never letting you go.

  Amber

  I wasn’t actually expecting Sammy 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.

  I swallowed hard at the mere intensity rolling off of him. “What’s wrong, Sammy? Afraid you’ll fall in love with me?” I knew my mouth got away from me sometimes, but this man needed to learn that he wasn’t always in control.

  Before I could say anything else, Sammy spun me around and bent me over the table. He pushed his arm against the back of my neck, pinning me down. “I would be very careful if I were you.”

  “You know, threatening the woman you’re about to fuck doesn’t make you more of a man.”

  “Oh my beautiful Red, I’m going to have so much fun tearing you apart,” he murmured, licking along the shell of my ear.

  I shivered at the threat hidden beneath his deep voice.

  “You like that,” he murmured, keeping his arm against the back of my neck. “Me threatening you. Me promising you hours of pleasure.” A swat landed against my ass.