In Bed With The Outlaw (17 page)

“Nothing. I’m hoping this doesn’t end.”

He put down his fork and knife. “Why would it end?

“I don’t know. It seems...too good to be true. We still haven’t discussed how we’re going to solve this problem of ours, either.”

“I told you. It’ll be taken care of. We don’t have to worry about anything.”

He picked up his fork and knife again. I wanted to say, “Actually, what if I told you tomorrow I’m about to ride off into the sunset without you.”

The food wasn’t quite as appetizing as I hoped.

“Tomorrow, I want to get up early and grab a paper and a coffee.” The words stung and left me even more lifeless. I was a zombie at this point, just putting on a smile. I wished I could tell him, but I didn’t have the heart. Not when we were eating. Not when everything seemed to be going so well.

Red looked so happy.

Often, I would see him scanning the room. I even caught him walking around the restaurant when he said he was going to the bathroom. He was scouting, trying to see if any Defilers were trailing us.

But he wasn’t grim. There was no brooding.

I scarfed down the chicken caprese on my plate, but it left little taste. I was still stuffed and ready for bed.

Back in our room, his cock was hard and willing, but he didn’t make any moves. Cradled in his arms, I thought about how I’d be leaving the next day, about how much I hated myself for not telling Red right away.

There’s still time,
I promised myself.

Sleep took me before I could come up with a solution.

I
startled awake from Red
, already dressed, up early and raring to go. That was usually how I was, but today I barely managed to toss the sheets off. Morning light blasted in through the open curtains. What on Earth was he thinking?

“You wanted to get up early, remember? Otherwise, I wouldn’t dare wake you.”

“Smart man. What is it, a Saturday too? You don’t wake a girl up early on Saturday morning.”

“Thought I should wake the dragon this time. You seemed serious.”

“Yeah,” I said, tossing myself up and crossing my legs. I rubbed my temples. My fingers massaged my eyelids until I saw stars.

“On the bike. In ten minutes,” he demanded.

I fell in line.

“Yeah, fine, I’ll get dressed real quick.”

“Thought you could use some hard motivation.”

“You’re not wrong.”

I headed to the bathroom and applied some makeup. It was quick. My hair wasn’t easily tamed, so I needed to wrangle it somehow. It usually took hours of work. Frizzled, unruly, yet curly, if I put some effort into it, it was usually good enough to pass as naturally sexy.

Doing my best in ten minutes, I appeared before Red, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. My steps were heavy. The bed seemed to pull me back. Wouldn’t it be easy to just fall onto it, have Red on top of me, and hide from the world?

“Ready?” he asked.

“Ready,” I said. As ready as I could be.

“I’ve never seen someone so serious about grabbing coffee and a paper.” Creases formed in his smile, cracks appearing underneath his warmth.

As we left the hotel, my feet dragging, I almost royally screwed up by asking if we forgot to check out. On his bike, the lively rumbling underneath me, the strong embrace of my protector, it was surreal that it might all be leaving soon.

This was my last chance to live. My last chance to really be alive.

Never again would I get to ride on the back of Red’s bike.

The morning sun already soaked my skin. It was another cloudless, perfect day, mocking my retreat.

I shook his shoulders.

He jerked from the bars.

“What?”

“Pull over,” I screamed over the roaring.

We were on the side of the road, the dust kicking up as I covered my mouth and he stepped away, crossing his arms, a thick shield over his heart.

Gagging, wanting to spit, I let the dust clear before attempting to speak. Red stood before me. He delved through his mane, his shining hair, absorbing so many different colors in the sun, like it was made for him, like they were one.

“I’m leaving,” I spat out.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m sorry, Red,” I said as I flung myself at his chest. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly, trying to get my fingers to intertwine.

Red tilted me back, but he didn’t let go. He rested his hands against my lower back, keeping me planted.

“They called in witness protection. They’re going to give me a new name, a new home, a new everything. I’ll be a new person. You won’t know me.” Frantically, I gripped his shirt, trying to bury myself in his chest. “You can’t know me.”

His bottom lip trembled and his nostrils flared. He had that hundred-mile stare like he wasn’t really there.

“Hey, don’t go,” I pleaded with him. “Stay with me.”

“I’m glad you told me,” he said, each word like a punch to the gut. “I’ll drive you to them.”

The rest of the ride was solemn. Even the powerful motorcycle engine seemed quiet. An endless blue sky and the contrasted deep black road seemed a muted grey, like the world had been transformed into a post-apocalyptic movie. Pressing my cheek against his chest, it was an icy, scary reality that this wouldn’t last much longer.

We pulled into the gas station, a dumpy, two-pump location that looked all about functionality and little else. He stepped off the bike again. I wouldn’t get off.

They would have to tear me off it.

“Red, it doesn’t have to end like this.”

He flashed me a blood-boiling smile. It gleamed in the desert sun, chiseling through the icy barrier that had been formed between us.

“It’s not,” he said calmly.

I perked up from the bike.
But it is the end,
I wanted to say, but he cut me off.

“I’m coming with you.”

“You’re what?” I screamed. I jumped off the bike. Grinning, he kept himself poised and sturdy, ready for me to land.

I stopped before I could get to him. I spun back and caught the front bars. They steadied me. He wasn’t speaking logically. He still was in shock.

“You can’t come, Red. I’m sorry, but they wouldn’t let me bring you along.”

“We already broke the rules once. I’m sure we can break them again. I’ll live with you, but no one has to know. We’ll fuck, from day to night, and unless they call the cops because they hear so much screaming, no one will find out. They’ll never have to know who I am. But don’t ask me to leave you. Not now.”

“Are you sure?” I asked. My voice strained. I tried to empathize that he didn’t have to, but it didn’t come out that way. It came out like I was too happy to hear his conclusion.

“We’re riding off together like I said. I’m a man of my word.”

He strode toward me. He tilted my chin up from his boots.

“You’re mine, Ash. If I have to leave The Bastards, so be it. I put my time in, and we took down The Defilers.”

“We did?”

“Yes, you didn’t hear?”

“No one told me anything. Who was going to tell me? The concierge? I’ve been cooped up in the hotel for the past two weeks.”

“I’m going with you.”

“What about the blood bond? I thought it was until death.”

“They’ll understand. I’m not throwing away the colors. I’m just going away.”

“You think they’ll understand?”

“They will. They don’t even have to know why I’m gone,” he said as he drove his lips onto mine. He sucked my breath away, then pumped me full of his racing love, happiness pouring into me and washing away all doubts. His hands curled against my gracious hips. Grazing my lips, he moved higher to my forehead, planting it with a solid kiss.

“There’s nothing that’ll stop me from having you,” he said, “I’ll follow you the whole way to our new home.”

Tears began to well. I reared back, trying to dodge all of the swelling emotion. It was impossible. He caught my jaw, forcing me to confront it.

“I love you, Red.”

He lifted me up in the air. He spun me around. Dizzy, full of giddy love while in his arms like a fool, I allowed myself to be, because this was right, oh so right. My feet landed on the ground and he pressed himself on me again.

“Go hide,” I purred in his ear. His thick tip, pushing into his jeans, nudged me. I knew what I wanted to do later.

“And put that thing away or else we’ll be both be caught,” I told him while wiping away tears of joy.

He saluted me. “You got it, babe.”

Red sat back on his bike. He kicked the stand up and gunned the engine.

Could this really be happening? Things never went well for me. All of my life, I’d been desiring such a man, such a love, but it seemed like a fantasy. Hard times were still ahead—I knew that, but with Red, we could weather any storm.

Even if it took us under, I would hold his hand the entire way...and still, be happy?

Maybe I was getting overly sappy? This was my fairy tale moment, and damnit, I was going to live it. I’d waited too long for it to be ruined.

Red gave me another nod then pulled away. His motorcycle was tucked out of view. Still, he wore the colors. If they saw that, it would instantly give him away. He couldn’t take the jacket off? That might help.

As I thought about our wedding, I wondered if he would wear the jacket up to the podium? He wouldn’t, would he? My nerves were shot once I thought about it, but then I looked back over to him, and even though he was across the street, and I could barely make out his features, I felt safe.

Ten minutes later, at exactly eleven, a beige SUV pulled up to the gas station. The driver, a man with a polo shirt and beachy blond surfer hair, pumped some gas without a glance. He tapped it twice. He motioned toward the SUV.

Following his instruction, I took the steps carefully to the back.

I looked to Red. Perhaps I shouldn’t have even bothered. Maybe it would give him away. If he was closer, I’d probably see him nodding to me, guiding me to sit down, telling me that everything was okay, that he would be with me soon.

I took a seat. The door shut behind me.

Only when we were far away from the gas station did I look back to see a lone motorcycle trailing us, far behind, but sure enough, not letting me out of its sight.

M
y legs curled
and I kicked, even though I promised I wouldn’t.

“You’re moving too much,” he warned me.

Loud buzzing rumbled through me. This was so hot. Red was really branding me. I already felt like he left a mark on me when he’d claimed me, but this was physical, real, and a lot more fun… I’d been wanting a tattoo.

I’d never thought about it, but after seeing Red’s work in his new tattoo shop, my mind ran wild with ideas in my spare time.

He was a painter, stroking his canvas. I relaxed as best as I could. His ink moved over my lower back, digging into my skin as my muscles twitched in response.

“Thought you weren’t going to jump,” he said, chuckling to himself. I gave him a horny smirk as I checked out how hot he looked while he inked me. Only in a sleeveless black t-shirt, it amplified his defined muscles. He had this focused, disciplined look that made me instantly wet.

“I’m trying my best to remain still.”

The tattoo would cover the spider web scar on my back from The Defiler. It was fitting. Red would write over that scar like he did for all the others. My troubled past was far behind me now.

“This is coming from the girl who took a blowtorch to her back. You didn’t cry then. Are you going to cry now?”

I turned and shot him a wicked glare, one which told him to shut his mouth. It was playful, but he still got the hint and sealed his lips.

The garage doors were open, which drew some curious glances from the leisurely strollers who passed by our new Connecticut home. Most were neighbors who were walking their dogs. One man passed and gave a limp wave as if he wasn’t sure if he should wave or not. Wincing, I gave him a curt nod and a quiet hello.

We were far out of the norm. Needless to say, Red’s renegade lifestyle had rubbed off on me. At times, I thought about the girls who I had only began to know back at the compound. I missed them. But Connecticut was still ours.

They set me up with a job at a local library. Menial work, but I didn’t mind it. They also supplied me with a sizeable bonus after The Defilers were taken down and their ringleaders brought in. After the first Bastard attack and then the raid, The Defilers were completely decimated.

Red hadn’t complained once about hanging up his colors. He kept his jacket in his closet, away from all the other hangars. I didn’t like to bring it up to him. Whenever I did, he got a spark in his eyes that told me he missed the lifestyle a little. It didn’t last long. He was totally consumed with our new life.

I let out a yelp when the pen bit down on me again. He kept me steady, placing his solid, wide palm against the flat of my pack and pushing his weight on me.

“Hold still. We’re almost done.”

Even though I struggled, he kept me pinned until we were done. He held his hand out, I took it, and he led me to the standing mirror.

My eyes were watering from pain. When I spun around to see the black, swirling ink that read “The Bastard’s Queen,” I hardly could see it through my pink, sensitive flesh. I took another step back. I was only in a black sports bra and some jeans, so I really hoped that no one would be walking by. If they were, too bad. I needed to see it right away, and they shouldn’t be so afraid of a girl showing a little skin, even if it was quite unusual for such a quaint neighborhood.

My heels dropped to the cement. My heart pumped and my breath raced. Red had done a superb job.

Almost forgetting that he was behind me, I became acutely aware once he pressed against my ass. As his fingers slid over my waist, my back instinctively curled and laid against him. Thick, long, and hungry for me, his cock pressed against my lower back. I caught him in the mirror’s reflection. His lips were coming for me, to devour my weak and exposed neck. My cleavage looked delicious in the pumped-up bra. My hips were on blast in the curve-hugging jeans.

“I love it,” I said.

“I love it too,” he said. Rough notes plucked at my heart and my thighs trembled in response. I clamped them together. I dug my heels into the cement to stand my ground.

“I love it all,” he said now, his fingers tracing my curvy hips to my beating chest. He slipped his fingers over the cusp of my bra. Touching my tender flesh, he made me rock back again and push my ass against his crotch, blazing hot and hard, revving me up.

He reached around me to the wall switch. Flicking it, the garage doors closed. The light switch was next to be turned on. I glowed in soft lights for long hours of inking. My muscles clenched. My throat seized up. Licking my lips, I got them moist, but my preparation didn’t last long.

Red’s loving lips ravished my neck. His hands cupped my ample ass. I reached behind me and tugged his hair free of his band. It fell and I hung on, driving my fingers through to anchor. His hardness pulsated against me. I ground my hips as his mouth conquered my tenderness. He caught my wrists and bound me to him, so I could shake but not be swept away during his sexual storm.

“Gorgeous. Every inch of you. So beautiful. I am going to have the neighbors wondering just what’s happening in this garage.”

I tried to turn around. As soon as I spun, he rushed me and pulled me right into his solid chest. I hit it with a
thump
. My lips hung open, my eyes staring up at his in surprise. Taking control, his tongue coiled past my moist, cherry lips. I took a deep inhalation of his musky, manly scent while he drove his tongue inside, plunging me into a world of erotic frenzy.

Pushing off his chest, I was able to pull myself out from underneath his aggression. He gave me one second. Then he took me by the wrist and swung me toward the leather chair. He hit the floor pedal and it deflated to the ground.

“Bend over for me. Your pussy better be greedy for my cock.”

He tilted me down and shoved me against the back of the chair. I clung to the leather. His hands roamed over my spine, flowing that erotic energy across me, until he got to my hands and clasped his fingers around mine, forcing it to a head.

His kissing traced my sensitive earlobes. I bucked, but he kept me pinned to the seat. My folds were rubbing in my jeans. I was trying my best to sneak an orgasm in through rubbing. He always had a habit of making me impatient.

“Quick. I don’t want to wait.”

He threw himself off me. Relief hit me when I heard his belt buckle clinging. I heard it hit the ground followed by the opening of his zipper. He went for mine. His swift fingers popped my button. His touch swayed over my pubic bone, getting dangerously close to my beating bud. Red had conquered me and branded me as his. Now he wanted to see his queen’s body writhe.

I dove from the seat once he ripped my pants down to my ankles. I only wore a tiny black G-string.

“You’re irresistible, Ash.”

He ran his clipped nails down the brunt of my back. His hands were calloused from long work. The ring he wore to remind himself of his prior life was engraved with two Bs, smooth against my sweltering skin. I surrendered and flopped my chest back onto the inking chair. He snapped my bra off, and I raised a little, letting it fall off me. Shoving me back down, Red poised his cock to take me.

It brushed against my still clothed pussy lips. He drove his tip between my mounds and slowly stroked, tempting me. I submitted entirely to his love. I hung on. I stopped trying to drive. He would take me where I needed to go. I trusted him.

“Do you know how hard you’ve been making me as you moaned and squirmed in my chair?”

Really? He’d been horny for me all those hours? I didn’t even realize. I could see why. He claimed my body with his artful hands, my ass up in the air in tight jeans and a black bra accentuating my breasts.

Red would go berserk on me. He felt especially full and hard. I looked back with a whimper as he continued to swerve his thick tip against me. His cock was a darker shade of pink than I could remember and seemed to be extra swollen. Jerking it off slowly, he ran his slick fingers over the long base, and I was mesmerized, until he shoved me back and dropped my G-string to my ankles.

Completely bare, my sex surged and pumped me full of adrenaline. I dug into the leather. His hold collapsed around the sides of my plump ass. It was perfect for holding on to, and Red had frequently told me how hot it was to watch my ass bounce on his never-ending length.

I was already slick and creamy by the time he shoved himself in. He slowly pushed me open. My mind was sent in all directions at once. I attempted to catch the pieces before they set sail, but once he reached the end of me, he shattered my rational mind. All I cared about was that cock and more, more, more.

He thrust into me in steady pumps. As Red plugged me up with each swing, I held on as best as I could. My curves bounced and slapped. He smacked my ass and kept me steady to his ravenous pounding. Red kept opening me up, until I thought I couldn’t take anymore, then he kept going, and he blew me away, sending me rocketing into an orgasm.

Would I have this forever?

Forever, Red could take me forever, like this. Happiness was in each swing of his hips, of each graze of his tongue, of every rock of his lips against mine. Did I deserve it? As the orgasm struck me and he kept brushing against my trigger with steady thrusts, I didn’t think I did. I didn’t think any human could deserve such pleasure. This was sexual enlightenment. Sex with a normal guy couldn’t be called sex anymore. There would be no more normal guys. Only Red. Far from normal. And completely, passionately, always mine.

Always ready to go. Always ready to savor me. If he could make it last the whole night, he would, but I had to give up at some point.

I emerged from my orgasmic haze. He flipped me around. My lower back smacked against the headrest and I slid down it, but he caught me by the hips and dragged me back up, so we were connected again, so that rolling pleasure would connect with another orgasmic wave.

Crashing into me, I watched as his taut muscles tightened, squeezing like he was ready to explode, all of that pressure building up in his swinging cock, throbbing inside of me, pulsating and ready to infiltrate my ready womb. He would pour into me and I would greedily take it. Unconsciously, my sex tugged at him, pulling him deeper.

I opened up. Every vein and bulge in his cock caressed my insides like warm velvet. I melted on the seat. Dripping like hot wax, my cream nestled against his cock head. He kept spearing me. He wouldn’t let up until he saw me break, until I hit my limit.

His god-like power over me unleashed. I succumbed. It only took a few minutes to come again with my legs spread wide and his cock pounding me like a piston. This one emerged from deep within. What was left of my resistance unwound. My eyes closed as I lost track of time.

I knew he hadn’t left me. His love kept rushing. I tossed myself around, but he wouldn’t let me go. His hands must’ve been on my bouncing waist. My lips pursed together and sang out his name. I leaned out and shut off. My mind restarted and I was able to open my eyes and see him clearly.

He was grinning madly. Lascivious lips hungered to taste me, but he was too far away. His chiseled abs clenched. I watched tension unroll over Red. Like me, he would soon unwind until he had completely given everything. He would unleash and I would too, taken to the highest point on Earth.

That cock worked inside of me effortlessly. We were meant for this. My sex sucked him in. I opened up again. Then I closed on him, squeezing him and trying to milk Red for all I could get.

“Give it to me,” I screamed.

“Fuck yes, take all of my cum.”

He growled and unleashed. He kept fucking me as he unloaded. My arms sprang behind me and I planted them so I wouldn’t crawl down the seat as he poured. Cum burst from him and drenched my pussy. Red ran through me. Red ran in me. And I was alive, so very alive, and already, shamefully wanting more.

My muscles gave out. My support collapsed and I flattened out to be pumped into. His cock dribbled as he came out, and he used his tip to paint himself over my folds. My thighs twitched. My lips curled. My muscles were burning and alive again. I thrust myself off the seat and into his arms.

“Red, you beautiful bastard. You’re too good.”

I attacked him with kisses and brushed against his hard jaw line. He flung his neck back as he scraped my soft cheek with his grizzled, shadowy beard. It caused my lips to fall away. Red picked me back up and then sat down, keeping me on his lap as he savored me with slow, simmering kisses over my shoulders.

Once again, Red sent me into sexual overdrive. It wasn’t a question if he could do it to me. It was a question of how much could I take. Next time, I promised, I would hold on for longer.

“My queen. You mean the world to me.” His tongue pushed through my moist lips. He darted around and infused me with his love once again.

He was hard and raring to go.

Perhaps I hadn’t hit my limit just yet.

I knew that I hadn’t had my fill of Red.

I shifted my hips. He caressed my folds, then I pushed him inside again. I watched his neck muscles release all tension. I watched his eyelids flutter back and his slick lips curve upward.

He drove to the end of me. I slowly rocked my hips. We ground together. He pressed me closer. Even closer. Even deeper. Harder. He would take me and fill me even more.

This time, it would be slow and intimate, but just as deep and carnal.

“Red, don’t ever stop,” I moaned. I hugged him as he drove into me.

“I don’t know how.”

My hands broke free as he leaned me back and thrust into me, using his full length.

“Hold on. This is going to be a ride you’re never going to forget.”

Taking my hands, he placed them on his hips. My lips managed to find his as we connected. Red took me under again. He grooved inside of me. I couldn’t hold on any longer.

He took my hands in his.

“I’m not letting you go,” he said.

The next orgasm rolled over me. True to his word, he never let go.

Red and I had come through. Now we were going to enjoy every day we could. Together.

We had a home. We had a bright future. After he branded my back, and we had that mind-blowing sex, he laid me out on our bed. A calm afternoon breeze caressed me as I closed my tranquil eyes. I held my hand out for Red to take.