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He rolled his eyes. “Trust me, babe, those notches are no more.”
“Sure,” I said, drawing out the word. I knew he wasn’t sleeping with anyone else because he told me so and I believed him. But it didn’t mean that I didn’t want to egg him on any less. Getting under his skin was fun. Especially since I wasn’t there for him to do anything about it.
“You think I’m fucking other women, Red?” He chuckled. “Trust me, the only notches on my bedpost are the ones your head is going to be hitting.”
I tapped my chin, pretending to think over his words. “What if I said that I didn’t want to continue this?”
A growl left him. “The fuck?”
I bit back a laugh, knowing that I was getting to him. Sure, I would probably pay for this the next time I saw him, but I didn’t care about any of that. I gauged his reactions and found they turned me on.
“Aww, what’s wrong, Sammy? My pussy isn’t that good. You could have any woman you want. What’s so special about me?” The words meant to come out as teasing but in all reality, I found I wanted to know as well. What made me so special?
“You drive me fucking crazy, Red.” Sam shifted in his spot. “To answer your question...your pussyisthat good. I don’t want any other women. Just you. And what makes you fucking special is that you push me, defy me, yet you didn’t give it up right away. You are submissive and a brat, and everything the dominant part of me needs. No.” He shook his head, a sly grin spreading on his face. “Thateverypart of me needs. And what makes you special...”
When his words trailed off, I swallowed hard. “What, Sam?”
“You really have no idea, do you?” he asked, his voice gentle and soft, nothing like the man on the other side of the screen. So many hours away but close just the same.
“I don’t know what you mean.” Shawnee had told me something similar, but she just mentioned my looks and naïvety. I liked to think that after being married to Aaron, I became stronger.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Amber,” Sammy said, pulling me from my thoughts. “The first time we met, I thought I was going to bust a nut just from you saying my name.”
A laugh boomed through me. “God, Sam, I’ll never know what you’re thinking if you keep things bottled up like that.”
He laughed with me.
I picked up the phone and carried it down the hall to my childhood bedroom.
“Where are you taking me?”
I waggled my eyebrows. “To bed, baby.”
“Hmm...I like the sound of that.”
I shook my head. “My mom never changed my room. It’s filled with more angst and darkness than a My Chemical Romance song.”
“Interesting.”
When I entered my room, I changed the direction of the camera, so I could show him what I meant.
“Wow.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Told you.” The walls were black, there was a black shag carpet by my bed, and every poster from every grunge and heavy metal band from the nineties that you could imagine hung on the walls. “I tried dyeing my hair black once. I thought my mom was going to lose her shit.” I closed the door behind me and went to my bed.
“What did she do?”
“She gave me a lecture on how dyeing my hair would ruin it and to embrace the red, so I have been. Maybe that’s the reason the rest of my life is dark.” I looked around the room, letting out a sigh as the memories from my teenage years slid to mind.
“I bet you were a brat as a kid.”
“No.” I looked back at Sammy, wishing he were there with me but appreciating the video chat anyway. “Most of the guys I’ve been with, including Aaron, didn’t like it. So, I stopped.”
“I’ll never change you,” Sammy said.
“Change is bound to happen, Sam. It’s inevitable.”
“No.”
