Damaged and the Outlaw (10 page)

“I think I might
have to fuck you right here,” he finally said.

“Would you like
to watch me touch myself?”

“Yep, I’m gonna
fuck you right now.”

Laughing, I
jumped off the chair to flee, but he got a finger in the loop of my shorts.

“Say it,” I
whispered.

Vaughn grinned.
“Pretty please with your clit on top.”

“Ew,” I said,
pushing him away. “Although I am a sucker for good manners.”

Reaching up to
kiss him, I frowned when he pulled away.

“Now, you say
it,” he muttered, his gaze hard.

“Fine. You’re
welcome.”

Vaughn laughed
and scratched at his chin. “Why do I even try? I could find another easier
chick.”

“Do it,” I said,
humor gone. “I dare you.”

“Don’t push me.
I’m not your bitch.”

Glancing around,
I spotted a cute chick watching us. “Fuck her. She’s into you. Do her and
forget about me. Go ahead.”

“Like you fucked
Chad?”

“All night
long.”

Vaughn exhaled
hard again. “Let me kill him and I’ll let you fuck me tonight.”

I couldn’t help
laughing. “That’s not much of a negotiation. What do I get out of it?”

“To fuck me. You
know you want it.”

Caressing my
bottom lip, I nodded. “I do want it. Pretty bad too. I remember how you feel
inside me.”

Vaughn’s gaze
softened and he studied my face again. “Did you eat yet?”

“No.”

“I’ll feed you
at my place. First, I want to be inside you.”

Leaning against
him, I whispered. “I feel so full when you’re inside me. Does that mean you’re
big or something?”

Vaughn laughed.
“Yeah, virgin. That’s what it means.”

“I’ve never had
a guy so big,” I murmured, my hands back up his shirt.

“Not even Chad?”

Gazing into his
eyes, I said nothing. After studying me for a minute, he finally accepted there
was no Chad inside me the night before. Just me sleeping on a couch while
thinking about him.

“Let’s go,” he
sighed.

“Yes, please.”

The beautiful
smile Vaughn gave me more than moistened my panties. The damn thing warmed my
jaded heart. Hell, I think it even gave me butterflies in the gut.

I had seen the Grand Canyon and witnessed a meteor shower. Never had I seen anything as beautiful as Raven
as when she smiled back at me while masturbating. As I sat in a chair, she was
on my bed resting on all fours with her pussy facing me. One hand teased her
clit while I stroked my cock.

“I want inside
you,” I said for maybe the hundredth time.

“That’s the
thousandth time you’ve said that,” she whispered, her eyes half open as she
gently brought herself towards an orgasm. “Whine less, stroke more. You can’t
know how hot you look.”

I wanted to say
things I shouldn’t say. Worse was how I felt things I shouldn’t feel. While I
could control my mouth, I had more trouble controlling my heart. Lust, I
promised myself. Intense lust could make a man stupid.

We found a
rhythm. Her fingers slid deeper into her pussy at the same pace as my hand
pleasured me. I might want to be inside her, but the view was stunning. I loved
the way she shivered when the orgasm hit its peak. Her toes curled too and I
smiled at how she showed it all to me.

Raven dipped her
fingers into her wet pussy then she brought them to her lips. “I taste good.”

As if her words
were starting bell, I dove across the space separating us. Raven flinched at
first then met my lips. I agreed she tasted perfect. She pushed her butt back
towards my hips until I filled her.

“Ah, I missed
that,” she moaned, resting on her forearms and lifting the sexy ass up in the
air.

“Raven,” was all
I could manage to say as I thrust hard into her only twice before letting go.

Glancing back,
she smiled so perfectly. I knew I was in deep shit. We both were because I
wanted to see that smile every day for the rest of my life.
My short, nearly
over life.

Raven turned
around and wrapped her arms around my waist. Her lips were on my collar bone, drifting
along the wolf tat on my chest. I didn’t wrap her in my arms. Didn’t touch her
at all. I felt stuck between my heart and brain. They were on the very separate
pages.

My heart said to
let Raven go. Push her away and protect her from the ugly ending I was facing.
My head said she was a big girl and could handle losing me down the road. We
should make the best of what we had now and not worry about tomorrow. My head
was being an asshole as usual.

I shivered as
Raven scratched me gently. She was in a weird mood, nipping and licking like a
hyper mouse.

“Did you drink
too much caffeine today?” I asked.

Raven looked at
me and I saw her walls ready to shoot back up to protect her heart. Instead,
she grinned.

“You’re really
hot, Vaughn. I’ve never had access to so much sexy man meat.”

Just like that,
all my plans to keep her at a distance disappeared.
She had me at man meat.

Kissing her
softly, I rolled her onto her back and she frowned. “I wasn’t done exploring.”

“There’s a small
charge for exploring this mountain of man meat.”

“Did you just
call your cock little?”

Frowning, I
realized I had. Shrugging, I propped myself over her and rubbed my offended
cock against her wet pussy. Raven sighed and lifted her hips until I was inside
her.

Raven caressed
my lips as I moved in and out of her. Her gaze was so warm and happy as if she
were revealing everything to me. All of her hopes and dreams were on display
and the sight of it was too much to bear. I averted my gaze and tried to think
of something else. Of someone else. Raven was just some chick. My fuck buddy.
Friends with benefits. No strings. Nothing more than sex.

Then, she
giggled and I looked back at her. Raven had pulled her legs up and rested her
feet against my shoulders.

“What are you
doing?”

“Enjoying you,”
she said before adding with an edge to her voice, “Is that a problem?”

“A better angle.
What do I care?”

Raven heard my
tone and reacted like I expected. “Jackass.”

Grinning, I
liked her irritation. Those walls kept me from getting too close or her expecting
too much.

“I’m using you,”
she said after a minute of me thrusting inside her. “You’re like a gigolo I enjoy
for free.”

“Sure, chesty.”

Raven looked at
her tits bouncing to my rhythm then smiled. “Oh, yeah, I forgot they were
there.”

Closing her
eyes, Raven pinched her nipples and seemed to forget I was there. I thrust
harder into her, but her eyes remained closed. I did notice one hand slip
between her legs to coax an orgasm.

Angry to be
ignored, I thought to slap her hand away. I thought to flip her over or shake
her or hang her off the bed and fuck her upside down. That would wake her up
and make her pay attention. Imagining doing just that, I started laughing.

“I am a
jackass,” I said, still laughing. “An idiot too.”

“Shhh…” she
whispered, eyes closed and pussy clenching. “Berate yourself later. You’re
distracting me.”

Smiling, I whispered
her name and she finally opened her eyes. We said nothing, but her gaze held
mine as she came. It wasn’t a powerful orgasm. No great cries of passion, but
it turned her to jelly under me.

Her legs slide
back down and her body was soft under me.

“Tired,
dumpling?” I asked when she watched me.

Raven nodded.
“You wear a girl out in the best way, Vaughn.”

“Hold on,
sugar,” I said, needing to let go and knowing it would be rough.

Raven just
rolled her eyes, but she did grip my forearms when my thrusts became harder and
faster. Our gazes met again and I sensed she was mocking me. Something in those
blue eyes was amused, but she moaned when I thrust just right. As I got closer,
I hit her just right again and again until she lost her amused expression and
cried out my name. The sound of it was all I needed to come hard.

“Vaughn,” she
whispered as I rested on her and caught my breath. “My beautiful, stupid as
shit, Vaughn.”

“That sweet talk
will get you in trouble.”

“I can’t believe
you’re real,” she said, kissing my shoulder. “You’re like a dream.”

Swallowing hard,
I looked at her and she met my gaze then winked.

“Don’t give me
that worried frown, bitch,” she giggled. “I told you I’d never fucked anyone as
hot as you. It’s like having a Playgirl model with his cock inside me.”

“You read a lot
of Playgirl?” I asked, trying to pull out, but Raven wrapped her legs around my
hips and dug her heels into my thighs.

“Not yet. Let me
just enjoy the feel of you a little bit more.”

“I’m feeling a
little objectified,” I said when she closed her eyes and squeezed at what was
left of my erection.

“Shake it off,”
she whispered. “A man of your good looks should be used to this by now.”

When Raven
opened her eyes and smiled at me, I kissed her forehead then slipped out of
her.

“Actually, women
have always dated me for my intellect and personality. The looks thing wasn’t even
on their radar.”

Rolling over to
face me, Raven snorted. “Intellect.”

“Did you just
call me stupid?”

“I barely
finished high school, so I wouldn’t worry about my opinion.”

“I’ll take that
as a yes then,” I said, staring at the ceiling. When her injured hand rested on
my chest, I examined the healing bite mark. “No signs of rabies yet?”

“Nope. Don’t
think I’ll go zombie either.”

“I had a guy back
in Tucson bite me in a bar fight. He was stoned or high or whatever. Just a
freak singing on the top of his lungs and I told him to shut up. Suddenly, he
was on me like a feral animal.”

“Did he eat
you?” Raven asked when I remained silent for too long. “Are you dead now? Have
I been fucking a ghost?”

We both laughed,
but my humor ended as she sat up. I thought she might leave. Instead, she
looked at my cock then my face.

“I really like
you,” she said.

“Are you talking
to me or my cock?”

“You. I’ve had
better cock.”

“That’s it. I’m
fucking you stupid now.”

“I already
mentioned how I barely finished high school. You fuck me any dumber and I’ll
just be a drooling mass.”

“I can live with
that.”

Raven squirmed
away. “You need to rest. I heard about the damage I did to your hips.” Reaching
for her again, I missed when she slid off the bed. “Can we order something to
eat?”

“Oh, you’re
staying?”

Raven’s smile
froze and I felt her pulling away emotionally. Even needing her to create
distance between us, I couldn’t do it myself. Instead of giving me what I needed,
she smiled slow and sexy.

“If you want me
to leave, you’ll have to pry me off you.”

“You’re making
me hard again.”

“I suspect
that’s a problem for you a lot, baby.”

“Not really. A
couple hard fucks and I’m done. I fake like I’m asleep and the chick falls asleep
then I sneak out.”

“Asshole.”

“I know.”

“I should do
that to you tonight and see how you like it.”

“What makes you
think I’d care?”

Raven frowned at
my tone then walked to my dresser. “I like wearing your shirts. They’re soft
and smell like you.”

“Do you care
what I want?”

Raven shook her
head. “Not really. I wasted a year on Dex and ended up dumped by the loser. I’m
going to enjoy you while I can.”

“Fair enough,” I
said, resting against the headboard. “My shirt swallows you up.”

Her eyes found
me and the expression on her face made my cock twitch.

“I’m going to
suck you soon. Prepare to have your mind blown.”

Laughing, I
looked at my cock which was pretty much ready to go. Raven though was wandering
around my bedroom. She found a few CDs and smiled.

“The Ramones?”
she asked, glancing at me. “You just got hotter.”

“I listen to
what I want.”

Raven laughed.
“Did someone make fun of your musical tastes?”

“On occasion.”

“Poor baby.”

“Come back to
bed. I’m getting cold.”

Raven smiled then
pushed herself up and sat on the dresser.

“Do you have any
brothers or sisters?”

“Not that I know
of. My mom never had any other kids and I don’t know about my dad.”

“Do you look
like your mom?”

“No.”

“So the sperm
donor who made this amazing body could have made other hot guys? I like that
idea.”

I frowned at her
and a normal chick would be intimidated. Raven just smiled again.

“The world is so
damn ugly and this mug sure brightens the damn thing up.”

“Hell,” I said,
stroking my cock. Looking down at my erection, I nodded at its pain. “She’s a
tease.”

“Do you want to
watch me fight tomorrow?” she asked, still on the dresser.

“Won’t me
watching throw off your mojo? What if I’m your Jessica Simpson?”

“I don’t mind
you being the blond bimbo, but I’m not cool with being Tony Romo.”

“I can’t believe
you know who Tony Romo is.”

“Lots of girls
watch football, Vaughn. You might know this if you didn’t sneak out while they
were sleeping.”

Rolling my eyes,
I had a feeling my cock would remain unloved. “Is this where you make me feel
guilty for using chicks?”

“No, I’m sure
they were using you too. I don’t suspect many women meet you and think they’ll
take you home to mom and dad.”

“What does that
mean?”

“You’re
seriously getting offended at the idea that the motorcycle club enforcer in the
body of a gigolo might not be the best husband material?”

“I’m more than a
hot guy who can smash your face in.”

Raven studied
me. I knew she was watching, but I focused on the tattoo on my wrist. One skull
for every life I took until I eventually ran out of space a year ago.

“I like you,
Vaughn,” she said softly. “You get that, right?”

Even knowing I
was acting like a punk, I shrugged.

“I’m a
smartass,” she continued. “I’ve always been that way. When I was a kid, I
wasn’t all that smart or sweet. I was pretty like a doll, but my mom didn’t
have the patience to dress me up. I wasn’t memorable in any way then I said something
smartass to a grownup and she laughed. Other grownups laughed too when I’d get
mouthy. They thought it was cute. Eventually, it stopped being cute, but I had
gotten in the habit of being a bitch by then. I’m just teasing though. You get
that, right?”