Damaged and the Outlaw (3 page)

“Was that a
masturbation hint?”

“No, but you
bring up a very good point. I could blow off steam on my own.”

Vaughn finished
his beer then smiled. “I’ll give you oral. No vibrator in the world can say the
same.”

Holding his
gaze, I was silent until finishing my beer. Finally, I gave Vaughn a smile and
nodded.

“One night of
empty awesome sex. Tomorrow, we act like acquaintances, not even friends. I
want to be someone you barely remember exists.”

“No problem, gingersnap.
Do you like Harleys? Mine really likes snuggling between a hot girl’s thighs?”

“Stop while
you’re ahead.”

Standing up,
Vaughn held out a hand. I ignored his gesture and stood up on my own. When I
noticed the two guys still watching us, I flipped them off before taking
Vaughn’s arm.

“Like they ever
had a chance,” I muttered and Vaughn’s smile grew.

“Takes a special
man to talk a girl out of abstinence.”

“Whatever you
need to tell yourself.”

As we arrived at
his black Harley, I admitted it looked pretty fucking sexy. He’d make it sexier
when he wrapped his strong legs over…

As if sensing my
brain was already in horny overdrive, Vaughn leaned down and kissed me. Just a
gentle peck lacking any heat. I frowned at him as he climbed on the motorcycle.

“That’s it?” I
asked, not climbing on.

As the Harley
roared to life, Vaughn laced his fingers through my hair and tugged me closer
for another kiss. This one was deeper as his tongue explored mine. With Vaughn
tasting like beer and smelling like chocolate, I nearly orgasmed right there.
Instead, I climbed on and imagined him naked under me.

I only had
myself to blame for our inability to get to bed before my panties came off.
During the ride to his place, I couldn’t keep my hands off of him. Vaughn
smelled so good and his skin was perfection under my fingertips. I’d never been
any good at restraining myself when aroused like I was with him. My hands slid
under his shirt, exploring hot flesh. I caressed the thick hair on his chest
before moving to his thighs.

Vaughn was the epitome
of a MC enforcer, never showing the least bit of arousal besides his erection.
He never glanced back, made a sound, or wavered while driving. Vaughn was the focused
stud all the way to his place. As soon as we arrived and I slid off the Harley,
his fingers were in my hair. He kissed me like a man possessed. Once Vaughn
climbed off his bike, I climbed on him.

He carried me
inside that way. In the elevator, he pressed the button without releasing my
lips. We were locked together while I rubbed my hips against his, searching for
relief our clothes wouldn’t allow.

Vaughn tasted so
good that I refused to stop kissing him. Somehow, he managed to unlock his door
while tangled with me. He stumbled inside the apartment, shoved the door
closed, flipped on a light, and pressed me against the wall.

“Fuck,” he
muttered against my neck before sucking the flesh between his teeth.

“Fuck is right.
Now, harder, better. Don’t stop.”

Maybe Vaughn
laughed, but I couldn’t hear him over my moans. After the bastard no doubt left
a big fat hickey on my neck, he lowered me to the ground. Even barely able to
stand, I tried to re-climb him.

Instead, Vaughn
yanked up my shirt and lowered his lips to my chest. Realizing he was getting
acquainted, I squirmed under the heat of his tongue on my skin. Wanting more, I
tugged his hair loose and ran my fingers through the blond strands.

Vaughn nipped at
my waist then shoved up my bra and latched on like he wanted me to wake the
neighbors. Crying out as he sucked then bit at my nipples, I was so close to
shoving my fingers into my shorts and giving myself relief. The fucker was too
sexy and I wanted to see, taste, and know every inch of him.

Suddenly, he
looked up at me and demanded, “Say my name.”

My pride
wouldn’t allow me to submit, so I mumbled, “What was it again? Vinnie? Vance?
Something with a V, right?”

His response was
to pop the button on my shorts and tug them down to my ankles. I kicked them
off along with my sandals then struggled to act unimpressed. Vaughn grinned in
a way that made me a little nervous about what happened next. He likely sensed
my fear because his grin widened.

A kneeling
Vaughn licked his lips then focused on the part of my body wanting him more
than any other.

“You’ll remember
my name soon enough,” he promised, lifting my leg and resting it over his
shoulder.

Even though I
wanted desperately to reply in a smartass way, his hot breath on my pussy made
words a memory. The first lick sent me into a near brain-dead stupor. When he
sucked at my clit, I would have toppled over if he didn’t hold me still.

While unable to
speak, I still made noises I would laugh about the next day. At the mercy of
Vaughn’s hungry lips, I was in a state of heat like I’d never known before.

I came quickly,
yet Vaughn didn’t relent. Sucking steadily, he sent me over the edge again,
stealing my ability to stand. By the time he stood in an easy movement and lifted
me onto his hips, I was his slave.

“Say it,” he
whispered in my ear while kicking off his jeans.

“Vaughn Fucking
Majors.”

A smirking Vaughn
wrapped me into his arms and thrust hard inside my body. Resting my forehead
against his shoulder, I tightened my legs around his hips and held on as he
fucked me so hard I begged him to never leave. No man should have such power
over me, yet there we were.

For a guy like
me, chicks often blurred together. On a few occasions, I unknowingly banged the
same girl and nearly found myself in a relationship. My lack of interest wasn’t
a slam on the chicks and their qualities. No doubt many were amazing and would
make another guy fall to his knees and beg to worship her. I wasn’t ever going
to be that guy.
Dead men walking made no attachments.

Yet, I could get
used to having Raven around. Carrying her to my bed, I loved how she clung to
me. Clearly unsatisfied, her pussy sucked at my cock. Never truly losing my erection
before she got me hard again, I leaned her on the bed and kissed her hard. She
sucked at my tongue hungrily then bit my lip in a kind of challenge.

Pulling away, I
frowned down at her. She frowned back and there was definitely a challenge in
her gaze. Was I still the guy who made her say my name or had I gone romantic
on her? Even knowing the answer, Raven insisted I prove it again.

Shoving deeper into
her, I held her gaze then grinned. “What’s your favorite movie?”

“None of your
business.”

“Tell me.”

“I hate movies,”
she moaned, tightening around me. “I hate them more than I hate you.”

Laughing, I slid
out of her and relaxed on the bed. “Your hate makes my cock sad.”

Now, Raven
laughed as she climbed on me. “What’s your favorite movie?”

“
Old Yeller
.”

Laughing again,
Raven scratched at my chest before guiding my very grateful dick back inside
her.

“Tell me your favorite
movie,” I demanded, pinching her nipples. “Submit to my power over you.”

Raven laughed so
hard she snorted which made me lose my fake glare. Smiling up at her, I loved
how her blonde hair was like a curtain around her face. When she leaned down,
Raven kissed me softly then playfully bit my lower lip.

“You’re so
fucking hot,” she moaned, rolling her hips and making me groan.

“I know,” I
muttered, taking her by the waist and encouraging her to slow down.

Pushing away my
hands, Raven gave me a smirk. “I’m on top. You need to just lay there like a
blowup doll while I enjoy you.”

“I could roll
you over.”

“You won’t. I
sense you’re lazy.”

Smiling, I
clasped my hands behind my head and watched her. Raven’s eyes were closed as
she rode me fast before slowing down. She lifted her hips high until I nearly
left her then they came down hard. Next, she made small movements with her hips
while tightening around me. As if she was experimenting and I was simply
attached to what interested her.

“Are you having
fun?” I asked when her eyes remained closed for too long.

“I’ve missed
fucking and your cock is…” Raven didn’t finish. Instead, she found a perfect
rhythm and I was the one who couldn’t speak for the next few minutes. Her
fingers went between her legs and I felt her stroking her clit. It wasn’t long
before I felt almost unnecessary. Hell, should I be offended to be a piece of
meat when it was my idea to fuck without strings attached?

Just to prove
she knew I was there, Raven moaned my name as she orgasmed hard. Her hot pussy
clenched around me just right and I came too. My hands returned to her hips and
I guided her so the waves of pleasure were just right. My eyes were closed as I
soaked in all she gave me. When I opened them, Raven was grinning at me.

“Having a fuck
buddy is fun,” she said, leaning down to kiss me.

This time, she
didn’t bit my lip. There was something soft and sweet about her expression too.
Her hands teased my chest hair while her pussy gently sucked at my cock.

“Abstaining was
a great idea in theory,” she whispered, nuzzling my neck. “In reality, I needed
a hot guy to hump. I’m so glad you showed up with your shitty pick up lines and
sexy bod.”

“You want me too
much to be healthy,” I teased, hard again from her teasing. “It’s a sickness.”

“I’ll bore of
you soon. Don’t worry.”

“Why won’t you
tell me your favorite movie?”

“Why do you want
to know?”

“Because you
won’t tell me.”

Raven grinned.
“Is
Old Yeller
really your favorite movie?”

“No. Tell me
yours and I’ll tell you mine.”

“I’m not that
interested,” she said, sliding off me and leaving my hard-on grumpy.

“Are you
leaving?”

“Do you want me
to?” she asked, a challenge in her voice as she rested on her back and stared
at the ceiling.

Instead of verbalizing
my answer, I placed her hand on my cock.

“Oh, you’re
still horny, huh?” she teased, grinning now. “Well, I don’t know what to tell
you. I’m fucked out.”

“Really?” I
asked, licking her hard nipple. “You sure wore out fast. I must be too much man
for you.”

“I guess,” she
said, running her fingers through my hair. “Or maybe I’m already bored.”

“Let me see if I
can rekindle your interest, cheeky,” I said, exploring her soft skin.

Raven watched me
lick and nibble at her flesh. When I looked up at her and our gazes met, there
was something too perfect about the expression in her fair blue eyes. A smile lingered
on her lips and I couldn’t help myself. Kissing her gently, I wanted her to
feel beautiful and protected. Raven Hancock should feel like a princess in the
arms of her prince. Mostly, I hungered to learn everything there was to know
about the blonde goddess underneath me.

Exploring her
body, I discovered a Tinker Bell tattoo on her back, just above her left
shoulder blade. The fairy sat on a sparkling purple mushroom with a pink
butterfly resting on her knee and a blue one flying up into the clouds. So
detailed it nearly seemed real, I sensed the tat was done by Aaron. Few guys
were capable of creating such emotion in a cartoon character’s expression.

Around midnight,
I discovered another interesting fact about her. While Raven didn’t mind
getting rough during sex, she was considerably less cool with anything rough
when no longer aroused.

As she crawled
past me on the bed to tug off my remaining sock, I playfully slapped her ass.
Raven immediately swung around and slapped me across the face.

“Don’t ever hit
me,” she hissed.

Rubbing my face,
I realized she was seriously ready to claw my face off. I found this overreaction
oddly endearing.

“I was playing,”
I told her.

“No man will hit
me. I’m no one’s bitch.”

“Playing,” I
said, leaning back on the dark silky sheets.

“I refuse to be
dominated.”

Giving her a
grin, I reached out and caressed the hand that hit me. “Is that your way of
saying you want to be on top again? Have at it, Dixie cup. I’m ready for
another round.”

Raven glared at
me for a long time. Eventually, a smile slid across her face. “Fuck that. I’m
tired. You serve me.”

“What makes you
think I want to be dominated?”

“You have a look
about you,” she said, tugging off the sock that survived hours of naked play.
“I just sense you’re a natural submissive.”

We were both
laughing when my lips met hers. As Raven’s arms wrapped around me, she squirmed
around until comfortably on the bottom. Soon, her legs tightened around my
hips.

“Serve me, hot
stuff,” she murmured.

“At your
command, cookie.”

Raven’s smile
was like magic and I could get used it. An hour later, she fell asleep with
that smile on her gorgeous face.

All of the angry
energy clinging to Raven disappeared when she slept. She rested on her back
with her hands up by her shoulders. When the early morning light lit up her
hair splashed around her face, there was something terribly vulnerable about
Raven. The best fuck of my life looked like an angel, yet I suspected she was
sent by the devil.

A man like me
should never wake up completely satisfied. He should never look at the one
night stand next to him and want to cuddle up against her. Raven wasn’t the
first beautiful woman I enjoyed and she wouldn’t be the last. I promised myself
she was only a great fuck and I could let her fuck someone else.

Lies were my
friends. I told them daily. Death wasn’t something to fear. Regrets never lingered
in my thoughts. I was a man without a past or future and I was fine with this
fact. I was alone which suited me. Wasn’t I born a loner? Wasn’t I happy with
my life? Of course, I was. Lies kept me sane when the truth only kicked me in
the balls.

Raven didn’t lie
to herself. She accepted her flaws then tried to fight them. Her biggest flaw
was her bad taste in men. I didn’t know the guys who fucked her over. Lark
mentioned a few and they sounded like real losers. As I ran a finger across
Raven’s perpetually pouty lips, I didn’t understand why she wasted her time
with such idiots. She was gorgeous and strong. She could have anyone.
Fortunately for me, she had bad taste and ended up in my bed despite her better
judgment.

I didn’t usually
bring chicks to my apartment. If things went sour or she got clingy, ditching a
girl was easier when she was already home. When I did the fake dating thing, I
might bring one to my place. It was all for show since I knew I wasn’t
boyfriend material. Even if I didn’t have a death sentence hanging over my
head, I was a jackass. Maybe I’d always been a jackass, but my shit definitely got
worse these last few years in Ellsberg.

In a lying mood,
I admired Raven and wondered if I could make a short-term relationship with a
girl like her. She was messed up and already knew how to deal with a broken
heart. If we were together and I fucked up or got killed, she’d just cry and
move on. Well, maybe not cry. Raven didn’t seem like a chick who cried.

I’d never seen
anyone wake up the way Raven did when I rubbed her lips again.

Hands in fists,
she swung at the air, too asleep to know where the threat might be. I watched
Raven scramble to the end of the bed. Her hands touched between her legs then
she eyed me like maybe I’d taken advantage of her and she might need to kill me
now. The whole thing was fascinating and I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

“Good morning.”

“Fuck you,” she
growled, still confused.

“I wore you out,
huh?”

Raven’s angry
panicked eyes narrowing, she glared at me. “If anyone was worn out, it was you.
I’m surprised I didn’t break your dick.”

“Who said you
didn’t?” I said, causing her to smirk. “I might need a little cast for it.”

Raven finally
smiled for real. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”

“We could test
it out,” I said, wiggling my eyebrows.

“I need to
leave.”

“It’s barely
six.”

“Sleeping over
is a mistake.”

“True,” I said,
tossing aside the sheets to show how a little cast wasn’t in my future. “Of
course, I don’t know if walking will be an option after I’m done with you. Better
for you to go while you can still move.”

“What’s your
plan exactly?” she asked, wrapping her hair into a messy ponytail. “Bait me
into fucking you into submission? What makes you think I’m not bored of you
already?”

“Your nipples
are pointing at me. They’re giving you a hint, I think.”

“Nipples do that
in the cold. Your dick is the one begging for me to give a shit. Admit it, you
want it more.”

“I want it
more.”

Raven’s cocky
expression eased into a rather sweet smile. “I admire your honesty, Vaughn.”

As she crawled
over to me, I sighed. “I love when you say my name.”

Raven stopped
and glared at me. “I should clean up and go.”

“Don’t make me
beg.”

“You would,
wouldn’t you? Pathetic,” she hissed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Poor
little guy.”

I pinched her
left nipple. Gently though, so not to piss her off
.
Mostly, I wanted to show
how her teasing was only prolonging the inevitable.

“Morning breath
is gross,” she said, crawling over me and giving a lick to my wolf howling at
the moon tattoo on my chest. “You look horrible in the morning. I don’t like
you at all.”

“I think you’re
awful too,” I said, sucking at her bottom lip. “Good thing we’re just fuck
buddies because spending too much time with you would make me puke.”

Reassured by my
words, Raven relaxed against me. As her chilled skin warmed, I swear I saw her
eyes warming too. Hell, if I wouldn’t want to see that look every day of my
life.

“After I break
your dick, I’m leaving,” she whispered into my ear before giving the lobe a
nip.

Smacking her ass
lightly, I took her jaw and forced her gaze back on mine. “I drove us, so are
you planning to walk back to your car?”

“No, asshole,”
she whispered, stroking my cock just right before caressing her pussy with the
head. “I’ll just steal your fucking bike. You left your keys in your jeans. I
believe they’re somewhere near the front door.”