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“Did youtext him?” Mom asked, trying to pour wine into her glass when the bottle wasclearly empty.

I laughedas she pouted. “I did.”

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

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

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

***

(Sammy)

Inever wanted her. Not in the way one would think. She deserved better. Farbetter than someone like me. I was angry. Hated mostly everyone around meexcept 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 samehappiness. Not that I went out looking for it or anything.

Amber Bishop was the exception. She was my undoing. She brokedown the walls I had spent years building. I masked my pain with humor andcrude remarks, but she saw right through me. Even when I was mean to her, shewould cross her arms under her chest and stare me down. Every time I told herexactly what was on my mind, whether it be nice or not, her cheeks would turn anice shade of red and her eyes would darken. My words, no matter how hurtful orto 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 onthe more extreme version of kink. But I made sure it was safe, sane, andconsensual. Always.

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

I had spent months skirting around that shit. Of finally beingwith her like I knew both of us wanted. Did I have feelings for her like mybrother 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 arelease 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 Ihad closed my heart off to everyone? Maybe. I didn’t know. But if Amber keptpushing, I knew, because I wasn’t stupid, I could fall for her. She would thenleave me like my mom left my dad. I would break. Just like he had. I knew itwasn’t exactly the same since my mom had been killed, but I couldn’t handlegoing 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, expectingsome sort of bad news like we seemed to have been getting for what felt likeforever, 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 feellike 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 groundand butted it out with my boot.

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

When Amber’s apartment building came into view, I kicked up thethrottle and sped toward the pussy I had been craving for months. Nothingcurbed this want, thisneed. And I knew nothing would until I gotexactly what I wanted.

Once I finally reached her apartment, I pulled into the largedriveway, parked in some empty random spot, not caring in the least if it wasmeant for someone who lived there. If I got a ticket or towed, it would beworth 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 onlyone who mattered.

Jogging to the front door, I entered the building, searched hername on the list of residents who lived there, and stabbed the button once Ifound 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’mnever letting you go.