OUTLAW'S BABY

by Amy Brent

  I take a deep breath and I know one thing for sure, I don’t want to plunge inside of her. I reach out and give her ass another squeeze then I pull my hand back and spank her cheek.

  I expect her to tell me to stop. At first she moves, it’s almost as if I’ve crossed a line.

  “Stop!”

  She repeats it and I’m taken aback by her reaction to it. Normally, women love it, but not this one. That can only mean one thing. She’s suffered at the hands of someone. Some fucking monster that didn’t appreciate her, but wanted to break her. That’s when I look at her body again. It’s as if the scars that she delicately tried to hide when I wanted to admire her come into the light.

  I knew that I had to make her better, so I held on to her like a child. As she starts to sob int my arms.

  “Sorry, I’m a mess.”

  I stroke her hair and whisper, “It’s Okay. He can’t hurt you again.”

  I repeat it over and over again. I know that I can’t guarantee that, especially if we’re only spending one night. Maybe this was a bad idea and I think about the women that I’ve been with, I would never be sitting and comforting them. Telling them that things were going to be better. What was it with her, that made me want to keep her safe?

  She reaches for my cock and starts to stroke it.

  I grab her hand quickly, she’s stroking me, “You don’t have to do that.”

  “I came up here for this, I don’t want you to stop.”

  Then she bends down and as her fingers close around my shaft. I look up and I can see lust all over her face.

  “I want to do this,” she wants me to help her get rid of the pain. I know the look on her face isn’t about me. It’s about her and as she starts to gently jerk up and down on my cock. She starts to move onto her knees and I move closer to the edge of the bed, ready for her to take me.

  “Don’t worry, I won’t bite,” she purrs and then she leans closer as her mouth is only a tip away from my cock. I feel her breath, hot on my skin. Her lips are staring up at me, screaming out my name. She starts to bite my cock softly, and I’m about to lose my shit as she starts to engulf me. Her mouth is soft and wet. I start to groan, fucking growl as she’s bringing me so close and I don’t even think that she’s trying. Her rhythm picks up as she increases the pace from teasing the head to taking me in deeper. She has nearly one third of me down her throat. Her tongue is over my cock, doing something magical underside of my shaft.

  “Fuck, don’t fucking stop.”

  I look down and she’s grinning and taking me in even deeper and then she begins to pump in time with her mouth sending waves through me. Then a second hand joins the first working the base of my shaft. My entire length is being stroked with every motion. I start to feel lightheaded and I drop on to the bed, after feeling so weak.

  “Fuck, I’m so close!”

  I expect her to move away and not want my come in her mouth. She does the complete opposite as she speeds up honing in on my swollen head. Then she starts to jerk it rapidly up and down. Her tongue is caressing the sensitive nerves too much. I let out a mighty roar as I explode into her mouth.

  I feel as if lights are flashing in front of my eyes as I try to open them. My focus has been completely lost as I try and regain conscious once again.

  “Fuck!” I scream out as I try and sit up.

  She’s laughing at me, “Wow, you really know how to give a full load.”

  I expect her to be using a towel or something to wipe it up. Instead she took it all in and I can’t stop thinking about being inside of her. That was so fucking hot, “Get up.”

  She nods and then I move her to the sofa at the other end of the room, I press her against the sofa and push her down so she’s bent over the armrest.

  I admire her ass cheeks and say, “Perfect!” I can tell that she’s turned on as she starts to rock against me. I run my fingers gently up her entrance. Her breath becomes short and sharp as I play with her. I try and draw it out as long as possible. I seize her hips and slam myself inside of her. She doesn’t try and resist as she’s completely ready for me. We both cry out as my entire length enters her in one single thrust. I rock forward and she curls her hand around the sofa cushion.

  “Yes, yes…”

  She repeats over and over again as her ass stays in the air with my cock going in and out of her. She’s slick and enjoys my long strokes that allow me to feel every part of her. I pull my hips back until my cock’s nearly out of her and then I ram myself back into her. I feel the need to keep going deeper and deeper until I hear her moaning those words that I don’t even recognize as if she’s speaking a foreign language. I’m lost as my hands squeeze, then caress her curves. I relish in it and keep drawing more pleasure from her. “Keep going,” she purrs which sets my blood burning. I start to hold on to her shoulders knowing that I’m coming close to the edge. I can’t help but keep taking more from her. Until I flop on top of her as the sofa starts to thump so hard as I completely lose control.

  “Shit, did I hurt you,” I start to panic remembering that she was so fragile only a few minutes ago. Her pussy was like a glove. It was holding on to my cock so tight as if her muscles were tightening the more I tried to go deeper inside of her.

  She laughs, “More than Okay. I came a while ago. I was waiting for you.” I came with an urgency that even surprised me. It felt as if I was promising her something that she had never experienced before, when she wasn’t the only one that had a new experience. I had one too. I move back from her as she slowly starts to peel away from the sofa. The orgasms don’t exhaust me. Somehow they keep me coming back for more. Something that I’m not used to, part of me is happy that it’s only for one night. I feel as if I’ve finally met my match in the bedroom and it fucking scares me.

  Chapter 5: Hunter

  She’s sneaking out of the suite thinking that I’m asleep. I watch her as she creeps around and then grabs her dress, then shoes and eventually reaches the door ready to leave the room. My eyes are slightly open. I could stop pretending that I’m asleep. Get her number. Or even talk about seeing her again tonight.

  But, that would be a mistake, I need to get this job done and fast. Then I’m out of here, and no one will be wiser. Including her. I did wonder what her story was last night. She was acting like a virgin or something one minute, then a battered wife and eventually a hooker as she sucked me dry. I didn’t get it. She had me completely confused with the way she changed so quickly at every turn.

  There's something innocent about her. She’s never had a man that satisfied her the same way that I did last night. That’s for sure.

  As she’s about to slip out of the door, she looks at me on the bed one more time to make sure that I’m asleep. She nods and then closes the door. In the flash of an instant, she’s out of my life just as fast as she came into it.

  I need to make sure that everything’s in place for tonight. The wedding and the number one man making an appearance. After I pop him, then I’ll be out of her. Just like her in a flash.

  I head into the shower; I hesitate for a moment thinking that getting her scent of my body will mean wiping away all traces of her. She made me come in more ways than I’ve ever done before. No one fills me up like that. It was as if she had some secret potion. One that had me coming back for more.

  ***

  I’m waiting for the party to get into full swing. My target thinks that I’m part of the security staff. He hasn’t got a fucking clue that when he’s distracted, I’m going to fucking kill him. I’ve already had the advance and whoever wants him dead is paying top dollar for it. I could retire after this, but I know that I’ll get bored. Besides, I haven’t got a clue what I would do if I were to retire.

  The thought has entered my mind, so many times. One more job and I’ll be done. Maybe it’s killing low life’s which keep me going, knowing that they’ll no longer be on the street. Pedro Alvarez is one of the top drug dealers this side of the South. I do my homework on my targ
et before I agree to the job. I have no idea who hires me. I just get a message and a two day deadline, to decide if I’ll take the job and then that’s it.

  I watch as he proudly stands up and toasts his daughter. I hope that he’s getting a good glimpse of her. One kiss on the cheek, and then a trip in the ambulance to make sure that my target’s a dead man. That’s all I need to end this job.

  I made sure that only his glass of champagne was poisoned, I could have done them all in, but that’s not my style. I could have shot him and made a run for it, but again that’s something that an amateur would do. After I left the army, penniless and nowhere to go. I did the one thing that I was good at, and that was taking out the targets. That was my secret mission until I failed the psych test and then they kicked me out to the curb as if I was trash.

  I used my skills to get dollars, not the pennies that they were paying me back then.

  I watch as Pedro lifts his glass, and I feel proud as I stand in my suit and dark glasses. I’m waiting for him to knock it back. Everyone cheers him as he kisses his daughter. Get on with it!

  I need to get out of here and out of this hotel. I reflect on last night and know that if I stay any longer I might have to look for the dark-haired beauty with green eyes. She was hotter than any woman that I’ve been with and the temptation to spend another night with her was too high. Her sultry eyes and lips all over my body. It’s as if she’s still here. There’s no way that a security guard would be staying in a hotel like this, especially in the penthouse. If she walked in right now, she could blow my cover. Something that I could never afford to lose, not in my line of business. I would be forced to do one of the two things; either kill her or go into early retirement because no one would hire me ever again.

  Pedro drink the fucking champagne!

  He’s hugging everyone looking around, and then he starts to sip it. Slowly, but surely. I know that any minute he’ll slump down in the chair. He stumbles into his chair as he finishes the whole glass and then it starts; he starts to shake and his daughter’s rushing to his side.

  Panic.

  Screams

  The security staff is all running to his side, making sure that he’s alright. He’s not. Pedro’s fucking gone.

  “Shit, man, call an ambulance, we need to get him to the hospital quick!”

  One of the guy’s shouts in my direction as I run to him like the rest of the security staff, like flies to shit.

  “I think he’s fucking dead!” one of them shouts out.

  “Is anyone here a doc…” before the daughter can even finish her sentence. A man rushes up to her, “It’s me, Doctor Fernando. Let me see him.”

  Everyone’s screaming, apart from his wife. I wonder, but then I shake my head at the idea that she would do that to her husband. She seems more interested in making sure that he’s dead as she sits and hears the doctor shout out, “I’m sorry, but he’s dead.”

  I start to walk away, I turn and look at her. She raises her glass to me. It was her. She knew, and that means I need to get the fuck out of here. Fuck getting into the ambulance. The doctor confirmed that the job was done. I laugh at the idea that it was a lot quicker than I thought it would be and even better it seems as if his wife has sweet revenge.

  Chapter 6: Maddie

  I’m supposed to check out of the hotel in the morning. I’ve been here for two days and yet nothing from Spencer. I can’t afford to stay here. One thing for sure, my funds are limited, and so far I owe my best friend, Lena a lot of money.

  Maybe, if I check out tonight, then they’ll give me my money back. I sound like a kid, not a grown woman thinking that they’ll give me my money back.

  My phone’s ringing and I pick it up, hoping that Lena’s not upset about the amount I’ve charged to her card.

  Instead, I’m surprised about the voice on the other end.

  “Maddie. Are you still here?”

  That was his plan. He thought that I’d get fed up and leave. Then again we spent four years together, to say that everything I do isn’t obvious or that he can’t read me like a book would be an understatement.

  Temptation sets in to say something to him. About the fact that he took the one precious thing from me and now he’s playing silly games.

  “I’m waiting on you. What do you think?”

  I try and sound smart, or that I’m strong enough to deal with what’s going to happen next, but I’m not. I haven’t seen him in weeks; it’s not like I could have changed that much in such a short space of time. I’ve been with him ever since I left High School, the idea that I’m on my own feels like a big challenge for me. It makes me feel stronger and better for standing on my own two feet, but it doesn’t stop me from being scared every time I hear his voice.

  “Don’t try and be cute. I’m in town for exactly one hour. I’ll send you the address; there’s a door to the basement. Just push it open. It's never locked. Be there or say goodbye to the ring. I’m not giving you another chance to get it.”

  Then he hangs up. My Grandma left me two things when she died; her house, which I sold immediately under the direction of her will. I was supposed to go to college with the proceeds, but then I fell in love with Spencer and going to college became a thing of the past. And the other was her ring. I needed that ring, and he knew it. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have asked to meet me. Also, he wouldn’t have taken it in the first place, knowing that he had a tool for me to run back to him.

  Lena begged me not to see him. She hated him from the moment she met him. Warning me that he was bad news. My Grandma had just died, and I was desperate to be loved. He was tall with baby blue eyes and everything that a girl like me should stay away from, but in my eyes he was safe. The type of the guy that would protect me and he did at first until he got bored and decided to use me as a punching bag. Even then I still stayed until I saw his real line of work.

  I wipe a tear as I think about my Grandma and how disappointed she would be if she could know what I had become. A woman that didn’t know her left-from-her right. If I had followed the path that she had set-up for me, I could have been a college graduate. Fresh out and ready to face the big, bad world. Instead of living with a man that didn’t even respect me and took away the one memory that was precious to me.

  I hate Spencer, but if it means that I have to smile and get the one thing that I want, then I’ll do it. I used to do that after he smacked me a few times. I would put on make-up and conceal the life that I was living, so that no one knew that my reality was a nightmare.

  I sent Lena a text, just so that she wouldn’t worry.

  Me: Good news, Spencer returned my call. Going to meet him now.

  I slip my phone in my pocket and put on my jeans and my sneakers. Maybe I’m paranoid, but the idea of meeting Spencer makes me want to dress down. Something that I could never do in his presence. ‘Jeans and T-shirts were for kids’. That’s what he used to tell me. I was a woman, and he would insist on me always dressing like one. That was part of the reason that I was dressed up at the bar last night. I was accustomed to dressing like that all the time, but meeting Spencer like this meant that I was no longer under his thumb. Lena would tease me sometimes and ask if I had a date or something? She had no idea why I did it; it was my little dirty secret. I couldn’t reveal to her how bad things were with Spencer. She thought that it was one time. I could never tell her that it was one of many. I fight back the tears as I head into the elevator.

  As I press the button, I wonder if Mr. Price is still in his suite? I wouldn’t mind taking him along with me. Anyone. Just so that I didn’t have to go alone. I shake my head thinking that the weak, intimidated Maddie had disappeared and that I was strong and no one was going to turn me back into the person that I used to be.

  I get into the elevator and head downstairs. It’s a short ride and as I get out into the lobby, there’s some commotion. The police are walking around, and as I nod to one, I continue walking. Whatever’s going on there? I didn’t want to
be a part of it. I came to get my ring. Nothing else.

  There’s no taxi outside; it’s as if they’re silently sealing off the hotel. It could be a good excuse to say that I didn’t want to stay here another night all the commotion of the hotel. I’m so distracted as I try and think of ways to avoid paying for another night. That a guy bumps into me. I do a double take as he catches me and then moves in the opposite direction. I spent one hot night with the man. I know what he smells like, even if he looks different.

  Wow!

  I think to myself; it was him he just caught me and left. The guy’s wearing sunglasses, this time of night and a baseball cap with a bag pack. Those biceps and that tattoo on his arm weren't easy to forget. I was sure that it was him.

  Shoot, I look at the time, and I have around twenty minutes to get to the other side of town. I need to move fast. As I start to pick up my pace to get to the taxi stand and get one to the address that Spencer sent, I hope that Spencer’s not going to be an ass and this journey wasn’t in vain. Well, one thing for sure if I never came then I never would have spent the one hot night with Mr. Price. So maybe it wasn’t a complete waste of time.

  “55, Lake Street please,” I say as I’m nearly out of breath as I reach the taxi.

  He laughs, “Are you in a hurry?”

  I nod my head as I try and catch my breath and figure out what he’s saying because he has a strong African accent. I open and hop in, I have a message, and part of me’s worried that Spencer’s changed his mind. I close the door and the taxi starts the engine. I’m relieved when I see that the message is from Lena.