Beautiful Outlaw (14 page)

Her eyes are unfocused from the pleasure I am giving her, and her bottom lip is between her teeth.  When she lifts her head, meeting my gaze, our eyes bore into each other.  I work my hips harder, faster. "Tell me, baby. Tell me that you're mine."

Her head falls back, breaking our connection for a moment, but then her eyes are on mine again, the haze of lust still strong, but she is focused on me. "I'm yours, Bowie"

"Always," I demand, as I reach between our soaked bodies and use my thumb to strum her clit.

Her pussy clenches around me as she throws her head back on a shout she confirms my demand, "Always!"

I slam into her and groan out my release, marking her as my own.  Mine, now and forever. 

Morning After

Shay

I wake up, sprawled across Bowie’s naked body.  It’s exactly where he put me, after dragging me from the shower. I slide off of him but his arm is still loosely wrapped around me, not allowing me to go too far.  When the side of my body hits the mattress beside him, I feel a twinge between my legs.  My muscles ache, muscles that I haven’t ever used before. Of course, I’ve had sex but nothing like I experienced last night.

Marcus had a weekly ritual.  Every Saturday night, he would come to my room and climb on top of me.  This would only last a few moments, before he placed a quick kiss on my lips and crawled out of bed. Never once did we share the same bed, not for sleeping at least.  He said that he knew I liked my space, I always had.  In other words, Gwendolyn had liked her space.  Thank goodness, because that was one thing she and I agreed on. 

With Bowie, everything had been different.  I felt alive, as if he was the reason I was breathing.  I couldn’t get close enough to him.  I wanted him to bury himself inside me and never leave.  This morning, however, I’m not sure how I can even look at him.  The way I acted is inexcusable.  I begged him to have sex with me.  I pleaded with him after he said no; I forced him to do it or break his promise to my mother. 

Soon as that thought passes my mind, the reality of her death forces all thoughts of my time with Bowie away.  My mom is gone.  I’ll never get to see her again, never get to hold her hand or tell her how much I love her.  Just the thought has a sob working its way up my throat.  It comes out as a soft whimper but that’s enough to wake Bowie. 

“Are you okay, baby?” His arms tighten around me, where he is holding me close to his side. 

Trying not to think of Mom, I start to apologize.  “I’m so sorry.  I shouldn’t have done that to you last night.”

I feel his body go taut.  “What the hell are you talking about?”

Not sure what to say, I stumble over my words.  “I shouldn’t have… you know... made you do that to me.”

I feel his body vibrate and look up to see a huge smile on his face.  He’s laughing, but it’s silent.  Still, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.  “Why are you laughing?”

“Baby, you didn’t do anything but give me permission to do what I’ve been aching to do since I walked into Nina’s kitchen.” 

I let his words sink in trying to figure out if he is telling the truth.  No one has ever wanted me.  Marcus wanted his dead wife.  My high school boyfriend broke up with me to date a cheerleader.  It’s just hard to believe that a man like Bowie really wants me.  Instead of wondering, I decide to ask.  “Why?”

His brow lifts.  “Why what?”

“Why do you want me?  What about me do you want?”

He studies me for a second before responding.  “Lock used to tell me stories about you.  When you snuck out to see Green Day and got grounded.  The time that you tried to make an apple pie and caught the oven on fire,—just shit about his baby sister that made him laugh.”

He raises his hand to my face.  “Every day he would tell me a new story, and every day I grew to like you more.  Then, he showed me your picture and I knew that I wanted you right then.  I had to have the funny girl that looked smoking hot in a bikini.  I swore to myself when I got out the desert, I was gonna meet you.”

His eyes go hard, before he continues on.  “Then, he told me you got married.  Just like that, my dream was shot to hell.”

His words cause me to lean in closer, nearly lying on top of him.  “Bowie...”

He cuts me off.  “Then, I walk into Nina’s kitchen and I see my dream again. Shit, baby. The reality is so much fuckin’ better than I imagined it would be.”

I watch as he goes to his side and up on an elbow, looking down at me.  With his face just inches from mine, he continues.  “If I could spend the rest of my life buried inside you, I would.”

I don’t tell him how closely his words mirror my earlier thoughts.  Instead, I try to make him smile again.  I need that smile back. “If you did, we would both die of starvation.”

“But what a way to go.” He mumbles as his lips lower to mine and gently strokes his tongue against mine. 

The kiss goes from gentle to heated quickly.  Just as he moves his hand up my side, stopping just under my breast, a door opens in the other room.  In the blink of an eye, Bowie is over me and standing beside the bed.  His gun is in his hand, a gun that I knew he wore but didn’t realize he kept with him while he slept. 

“Bowie, brother, you here.” A voice I have never heard before shouts from the front of the trailer. 

I watch as his body relaxes. “Yeah, Shooter.  Give us a second.”

He walks to the other side of the room and grabs his jeans.  “Fuck.” He mumbles out as he tries to pull the still damp denim on. 

I watch him struggle and a laugh bubbles up inside of me.  No matter how hard I try, I can’t hold it in.  As the sound leaves my mouth, his eyes cut to me.  They’re narrowed, but there is a hint of playfulness in them. 

“So, you think this is funny.” He asks as he finishes tugging up his jeans. 

I nod and tell him something he already knows.  “Your pants are wet.”

He moves toward the bed and climbs on.  Crawling towards me, he looks like a predator coming in for the kill.  Before I realize it, his body is on top of mine.  His jeans are not just damp; they are soaking wet.  He moves a leg between mine, causing chill bumps to form on my inner thighs. 

“When I get done with Shooter, I’m gonna get you wet; but I promise you won’t be laughing.” He whispers then places another hot kiss on my lips.  The kiss ends as quickly as it begins.

“Get dressed, baby.” With those words, he jumps from the bed and down the hall.  A second later, I hear my brother’s booming voice. 

“Where the hell is Laura?”

My Woman

Bowie

I narrow my eyes at Lock’s shouted question.  “She’s getting dressed.  Give her a fuckin’ minute.”

“Do not tell me that you were in bed with my sister?”  He says as he looks at my bare chest.  “She’s not one of your damn club whores.”

Brother or not, I’m not putting up with this shit.  “No, she ain’t.  She’s my woman.”

He starts towards me, but Shooter puts a hand to his chest stopping him in his tracks.  “Think about what you’re doing, Lock.  If Bowie is claiming her, your sister will be safe.”

“My sister is not going to be on the back of some piece of shit’s bike.  She’s worth more than that.”

The tension in the room skyrockets as I ask.  “What the fuck did you just say?”

He meets my eyes, not backing down a bit.  “I love you, brother, but you’re a criminal.  I want more for her than that.”

“What about what I want?” A whispered voice says from the hall.

I turn in time to watch Shay walk into the room.  She is wearing the same crumpled clothing she wore the night before.  Her blonde hair is tousled and dark circles line her blue eyes.  Still, she is the most beautiful woman I have ever fuckin’ seen. 

“I spent nearly half my life with a man I hated.” She states as she walks to her brother.  “Isn’t it time I get to choose what I want.”

“But...” Lock mumbles out as he raises a hand to cup her jaw.

Shay shakes her head, cutting him off.  “I want to be happy, and I think Bowie can make me that way.”

Her voice sounds so sure, like there isn’t a doubt in her mind. She just knows I can do it, I can make her happy.  Can I?  I sure as hell hope so, but I’m not sure.  I’ve never had a woman before.  Had a lot of women, but never had a woman of my own.  I do know I’ll die trying to keep a smile on her face.

Lock’s voice softens as he says, “You don’t know what he does, don’t know how he makes his money.”

For the first time since meeting him, I want to reach out and gut his ass.  The fact that he is worried about this shit now, but didn’t think twice about me taking care of his sister, pisses me way the fuck off.  Brother or not, he is not coming between me and Shay. 

“Do you trust him?” Shay asks, raising her hand to cover his hand.

“You know I do,” He says as he looks to me, letting me see the truth of his words.  “I trust him with my life.”

“Do you trust me?”

He hesitates this time but finally answers her.  “I do, but Laura you’ve been sheltered from the world.  You don’t know what it means to be his woman.”

She nods, agreeing with him.  “No, I don’t but I want to find out.”

Her words do something to me, make me feel something I have never felt before.  Without my consent, my feet march to her.  I pull her into my arms and look into her eyes.  “It means I’ll take care of you as long as there is a breath in my body.”

“Fuck.” I hear Lock mumble.  “I should have sent her to Shooter.”

Then, Shooter’s laughter fills the room.  “Sorry, brother.  I got an Old Lady of my own to handle.  One is enough for me.”

Moving my eyes from Shay, I ask.  “When the hell did this shit happen?”

I didn’t even know he had a woman until I called him for a place to stay and he offered up his Old Lady’s trailer.  Shooter stayed clear of women. Sure, he got his dick wet but that was all.  Claiming an Old Lady is a hell of a lot more than just fuckin’ a club whore.  It’s about respect, commitment, and spending your life together.  It’s something I gotta think long and hard about, if I’m gonna keep calling Shay my woman. 

Shooter shakes his head.  “Not something I want to talk about in-front of your woman.”

His words are hard as steel, letting me know that there is more to the story.  “Okay, brother.  We’ll talk later.”

He nods.  There is something in his eyes that tells me that our talk will lead to trouble and I’ve got to wonder if it has anything to do with the shit his club has going on with the Desert Ghosts.  Fuck, if they messed with his Old Lady, blood will be shed. 

“Did you tell her?” Lock asks, taking my mind off of club trouble.

“Yeah,” I reply, giving Shay a squeeze. Wondering how my girl is holding up.  She hasn’t shed a tear this morning, but she cried enough last night to last a lifetime.  Even in her sleep, she whimpered in pain. 

“How’s dad?” She asks, knowing exactly what Lock is asking about.

Her voice is so soft, barely above a whisper.  I can hear the heartbreak in it, and it cuts me to the bone.  I lean down and kiss the top of her head, hoping to comfort her. 

“I went over and saw him before I came here. He’s doing better than I thought he would be.”

“Can I…” she starts but stops without finishing. 

“What do you want, baby?”

Looking up at me, she pleads her case.  “I know it’s dangerous, but I really need to go to the funeral.  I want to be there for Dad.  He’ll need me.”

I’m about to tell her no, even though I don’t want to, when Lock answers her question.  “There’s not gonna be a funeral.”

“What?” She asks, jerking away from me to stare at her brother. 

He shrugs.  “Mom set it all up, after she found out about Marcus.  She knew you would try to come, and the bastard would know you were alive.”

“What do you mean she set it all up?”

“Fuck, Laura.  You don’t want to know this shit.” He says, his jaw ticking with tension.

“Yes, I do.” She whispers out, as if she’s afraid of what he is about to tell her, but still needing to hear it. 

Lock’s eyes fill with pain as he explains.  “Mom donated her body to science.  She hopes it will help someone else in the future.  She didn’t want anything, no service, nothing.”

She leans back into me and I can feel the sorrow coming off her in waves.  “Her body, Mom’s body.”

The words leave her mouth on a sob, as she turns into me.  Shay buries her face into the crook of my arm, and I can feel the tears drenching me.  I wrap my arms around her, holding her as close as possible. I don’t know what to say, not sure there is anything I can say to ease her pain. 

“It’s what she wanted, Laura.” Lock says in a quiet voice.

She finally pulls away from me, wiping the tears from her eyes.  Then, she looks over to her brother.  “My name is Shay; Laura’s dead.”

Anything He Wants

Shay

After my declaration, I walk back to the bedroom.  Not wanting to be around anyone, not even my brother.  Of course, he follows me.  Trying to ignore him, I climb into the bed and close my eyes.  I just want to sleep this day away, to not think of losing my mom anymore. 

I feel the bed dip as Jeremy’s body settles in behind mine, right before his pulls me into him.  He hugs me close as he starts to talk.  “I think I’m going to propose to Dana.”

This shocks me.  Not only is it a complete subject change, but I have no idea who the heck he is talking about. “Dana?”

“You haven’t met her, but we’ve been seeing each other for nearly a year.”

I block out the pain his words cause, each one reminding me of how alienated I had been while married to Marcus.  “I can’t wait to meet her.”

“I’ll bring her to Rich Hill soon.  I want her to know my lil’ sis.”

I know he’s trying to take my mind off Mom, so I let him.  “Tell me about her.”

“She’s a lawyer for the DA’s office.  Really damn smart and she’s fuckin’ gorgeous.”

Enjoying the diversion, I press for more.  “Describe her.”

“I can do better.” He says as he moves away from me and sits up.