Damaged and the Outlaw

by Bijou Hunter

  “I’m glad you came to check on me. I’ve had so few great things in my life and I’m afraid to lose Vaughn.”

  “Like you lost your little brother?” When I nodded, Bailey sighed. “I’m trying to be nicer to Sawyer even though she’s evil. I just know it’d break my heart if something happen to her.”

  “You can train her to be less evil. Or teach her to use her evil for good,” I said, thinking while Sawyer was a brat, she was far from evil.

  “I will. I’ll be a good example for her and teach her not to shoot squirrels. I don’t like when people shoot the little animals. It seems mean.”

  “What animals are okay to shoot?”

  “Big ones unless you’re poor and need to kill the little ones for food. Just shooting them for fun seems mean. Like they don’t have enough trouble getting across the road without getting splattered.”

  “You could become a tiny animal advocate. Stop the slaughter of squirrels.”

  Bailey laughed. “Start a protest group. Those whiny groups are super popular at school. I’ll start one for squirrels.”

  “You know, that’s not such a bad idea. You need more experience running things, so you can build up your confidence. If you really plan to manage the family’s legit businesses, you need to learn to be in charge. The Save the Squirrels campaign could be a good start.”

  Bailey’s expression shifted into something wiser than usual. None of the frowning diva or frowning lost child. She looked like someone with a plan. I guess that’s what she really needed.

  For years, I’d wandered around with no idea what I wanted, let alone needed. Months ago, I swore off men. Now, I loved Vaughn in a way I never felt possible. Finding a path was liberating.

  Bailey returned to the house to get ready for a night out with Jodi and Sawyer. I sat on the walkway with my bear and waited for Vaughn. Not long after Bailey left, I got a short text saying he would be over in an hour and I should pack an overnight bag. Just that. No dire warnings. No cryptic messages. Just a guy planning to pick up his girl for a night out, followed by a weekend of fun.

  Hugging my bear, I ran inside to find something to wear. Filled with relief, I wanted to dress up for Vaughn. My only dress was a red flowered summer dress with spaghetti straps. I didn’t own heels, so I slipped on sandals then made up my face. Once looking as pretty as possible with a peeling nose, I packed up for the weekend including my bear then waited outside for Vaughn.

  The sound of his Harley set my skin on fire and I hurried down the steps to meet him. Until I saw him…no felt him against me, I wouldn’t truly feel at peace.

  Vaughn looked like heaven, wearing black jeans, tee, and boots. His hair was loose and damp. He gave me a hell of a smile when he saw my dress.

  “How the hell did you get more beautiful while I was gone?” he asked, climbing off the black Harley.

  “It’s just the dress.”

  “Ladybug, it’s everything.”

  Melting into his arms, I soaked in the heat of his body. Vaughn kissed my head while playing with my ponytail.

  “I’d look better if my back wasn’t flaking and peeling.”

  Vaughn ran his warm fingers over my skin then sighed. “Even your burned skin is sexy.”

  Instead of teasing him about his hippy hair, I pulled Vaughn down for a kiss. I’d been missing his lips on mine for hours. Now, he was safe in my arms and I only wanted him.

  “We could stay here,” I murmured, needing him inside me.

  “Sex kitten, you need to learn restraint,” he teased, taking my hand. “I want to celebrate. A great meal and a game of bowling followed by a ride home in the warm evening. Once we get to my place, I will get you naked and keep you naked until you forget how to dress yourself.”

  Laughing as he climbed on the Harley, I shook my head. “You and those threats.”

  “Hey, sugarcane, how you gonna bowl in those sandals?”

  “Socks in my overnight bag.”

  Vaughn glanced back at me then shivered. “I find your organizational skills so hot.”

  “Unless you want to fuck right now, we need to go because you’re getting me moist.”

  Vaughn glanced up at the apartment then back at me. Clearly contemplating a quickie, he probably realized we’d never leave once we got started. He was right, of course. Instead of giving into our urges, we drove to the Texas Roadhouse for steaks and ribs.

  Another girl might play dainty with a hot guy. If she knew Vaughn though, she’d realized he liked pigging out and didn’t like doing it alone. We made a great team when it came to demolishing plates of meat.

  “All this meat is making me go caveman,” Vaughn said, licking his fingers and arousing me. “You know you love it.”

  Laughing, I nodded. “Let’s go to your place and I’ll lick you clean.”

  Vaughn was tempted again. The big head eventually won over his very needy little head. I suspected if Vaughn knew I called his cock little that he’d have something to say about it. Fortunately, he wasn’t a mind reader.

  Despite his decision to put off sex, bowling was clearly foreplay. He kept training me which involved sliding up behind me and feeling up different parts of my body. My tits got a little attention followed by my butt. My legs were his favorites and I realized how much he liked the dress. In fact, I caused him to mess up his turn by swinging my hips so the dress swayed just right. He lost his focus on the ball, rolled it wrong, and right into the gutter.

  “Cheater,” he growled.

  “Next time, I’ll flash a little tit.”

  “Big fucking cheater,” he said, kissing my forehead.

  “I want to win.”

  “I want it more.”

  “To win or do you want something else?” I asked, licking my lips.

  “Dammit, woman! I’m trying to bowl here!”

  Laughing, I bent forward and gave him some booby action. Vaughn responded by chasing me around the bowling alley until a few drunk guys whistled. Suddenly, he was angry caveman ready to club strangers for entering his territory. Watching him switch from funny guy to dominate male in a matter of seconds, I needed to get him naked very soon.

  My wish was granted after a few more games of bowling. Feeling him up the whole drive to his place, I had plans for him. Yet, I might have underestimated Vaughn’s arousal. When we got to the garage, he threw me over his shoulder and walked to the elevator.

  “Me need pussy,” he said, pushing the button.

  “What if your neighbors see me?”

  “No care. Me need pussy.”

  Laughing, I hung from him as he carried me and my bag into the apartment and tossed me on the bed. I stood up and reached for him.

  Vaughn’s lips moved to my shoulder where he yanked the dress strap out of the way to suck at my flesh.

  “Be careful with my dress. It’s my only one.”

  “Buy new one. Me horny.”

  Even giggling, I grabbed his face and forced him to look at me. “If you go caveman and tear up my dress, I’ll go cavewoman and kick your ass. Understand.”

  Vaughn gave me a sweet grin. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand.”

  “You keep threatening that and I keep standing up afterwards. Someone’s full of shit.”

  Stepping back, Vaughn gave me a grin. “Take off your precious dress and I’ll keep my caveman hands to myself.”

  I twirled for him then slid the remaining strap from my shoulder. Reaching back, I unzipped the dress then swayed as it slid past my tits and hips and pooled on the floor. My pink panties joined the dress then I turned before bending over to pick them up. I heard Vaughn inhale at the sight of my pussy smiling at him.

  Once the dress was folded nicely on a chair, I ran for the bed and landed on my hands and knees. Wiggling my ass for him, I glanced back and grinned.

  “Me horny. Need cock.”

  Vaughn nearly broke the bed by jumping on it. I was still laughing at him when he ran his tongue along my already wet pussy. He shut me
up instantly.

  “Woman taste like honey.”

  “Too verbal for a caveman,” I moaned as he thrust into me. “Otherwise, no complaints.”

  Vaughn grunted his response then let loose with the need he kept in check for hours. Holding me by the hips, he thrust deeper and harder. I braced myself to keep from toppling forward from his intensity.

  “Perfect,” he groaned when he finally let go.

  When he lost control and just fucked me hard, I could do no more than enjoy the ride. Out of breath, Vaughn leaned forward and nuzzled my hair.

  “I remember how to work pronouns again, lollipop.”

  Giggling, I wiggled away from him and rested on the bed. He quickly joined me and gave my peeling nose a kiss.

  “When we met,” he said, running his fingers over my arm to my hip, “I thought I was on borrowed time. Since Cooper decided to call in Saint to deal with the Devils, I suddenly have my whole life before me.”

  “Are you sure this guy can handle the Devils? I mean, what happens if he gets a few of them, but one of them kills him? Will there be payback?”

  Vaughn smiled as if I was adorable. Stupid, but adorable.

  “Honeysuckle, a guy like Saint doesn’t get paid so much so he can die on the job.”

  “It’s not like he would choose to die, honey jackass.”

  “What I mean is guys like Saint aren’t cleaners like me. A lot of people call guys like him ghosts. He can arrive in a town, take care of a few targets, and leave without anyone even knowing he was there. He leaves nothing. No one knows what he looks like. Maybe he uses disguises or is just that damn good. Since I heard Saint has cleaned cartels, he’ll have no trouble taking out a few guys in a small motorcycle club.”

  Caressing the wolf on his chest, I needed a little more reassurance. “Bailey said the Devils would be in disarray if they lost their leaders.”

  “Here in Ellsberg, Kirk has backing from Memphis. If he were to die along with Cooper and Tucker, it’s not like Memphis would allow the club to fall apart and their assets to be lost. In Tucson though, the Devils are on their own. The Mexican gangs would make quick work of a weak club. Cutting off the head of the Devils will leave them to the mercy of stronger groups.”

  “So you’ll be free,” I said, smiling at the thought of Vaughn as no longer a dead man walking.

  “My life isn’t about days, weeks, or months. Suddenly, I have years to work with. A long fucking lifetime stands before me. Besides loving you, I don’t even know where to start.”

  Sitting up, I studied Vaughn who looked like a god relaxed against the dark sheets.

  “Is it possible,” I began quietly, “that you just want me because I’m the one who was there when these things happened to you? Like with your mom. I was there and you’ve made more out of your feelings than is real.”

  Vaughn just smiled. “Insecurity doesn’t work on you, pop tart.”

  “If you dump me, I don’t come back from that. If you’re having doubts, you should warn me now.”

  “How do I know you weren’t dating me only because you figured I’d be dead soon and you didn’t have to worry about us breaking up?”

  “You’re an idiot.”

  “So are you. Man, our kids will be beautiful, but stupid.”

  I leaned forward and licked his stomach. “Being dumb is easier when you’re beautiful though.”

  “Don’t I know it,” he said then sighed. “I approve of where you’re going with your tongue, dumpling. Just stop for a second while I do something.”

  I watched him roll off the bed and disappear out of the bedroom. He returned with two beers and hit a button on his stereo. The Doors serenaded us while I sipped my beer before returning my attention to his hard stomach.

  Vaughn rested his hands behind his head and watched me nibble and lick at his body. He was so quiet like a predator in wait. Or a cocky bastard used to being served by the ladies.

  Stopping mid-lick, I narrowed my eyes. “I have concerns about committing to a product I haven’t tested thoroughly,” I said, crawling farther down on the bed. “I need to make sure you’re not defective.”

  Vaughn’s smile was lazy and full of male arrogance. “You don’t think you’ve given me enough of a test drive yet?”

  Scratching him lightly on the thighs, I watched his cock respond. Already thick, it swelled and hardened.

  “Did you miss me?” I asked and I swear his dick twitched in response. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  Vaughn grinned until I sucked him into my mouth. Exhaling, he lost the arrogant expression and relaxed all over. I’d always loved giving blowjobs. There was power in them. I could make a strong man lose the ability to speak, even breathe. I could also hurt a guy if he pissed me off.

  With Vaughn though, I only cared about making him feel as good as he made me feel. No man ever fucked me as well. It wasn’t Vaughn’s size or talents. He was a great lover because he wanted me to feel good. Never did he take without giving. No man ever worked so hard to make me cry out his name or ensure I fell asleep exhausted with a smile on my face.

  “I want to look at you while you do that,” Vaughn murmured. “Turn around so I can see you.”

  For a moment, I didn’t know what the hell he was talking about then I understood. Straddling his stomach, I returned to making his toes curl.

  “You have the prettiest pussy,” he cooed as if sweet talking a girl in a bar. “Lightest public hair.”

  Stroking me gently, Vaughn wanted to play and make me feel good. I appreciated his efforts, but his cock was too large to enjoy when I had any distractions.

  I lifted my hips then started at him between our bodies. “I’m trying to work here,” I said, giving him a grin. “Hands off, buddy.”

  “Looky, no touchy. I get it.”

  Smiling, I rolled my tongue around the head of his cock and his toes curled in the most delicious way. Stroking him with my hand while loving him with my lips and tongue, I finally caused Vaughn to make the lovely moan of a man at the brink of pleasure. I loved that sound.

  As soon as he filled my mouth and softened in my touch, Vaughn insisted he get a taste of my pretty pussy. I wish I could say I held out for a nice long tongue bath. Instead, I was so aroused from sucking him that I needed very little to lose control. Holding onto his waist, I bucked and moaned and thanked the universe for bringing this very talented sexy badass.

  Chapter Twenty Four – Vaughn

  Since I was twelve and stopped thinking girls had cooties, I’d been with many hot chicks. Back in Tucson, I even had a few girlfriends, but I could never commit. One chick claimed I had mommy issues. She said I put my mom on a pedestal and no woman could live up to the fantasy I created. For years, I figured that chick was right. Until I met Raven and I realized why no woman would satisfy me.

  Everything was perfect when it was Raven. Her bad moods entertained. Her good moods enchanted. Her tears broke my heart. When I made her laugh, I was a god. When I thought I lost her, life was a bitter pill to be choked on.

  The last few days, Raven was peaceful in a way I hadn’t seen before. None of the restless warrior bitch she showed the world. The wariness in her eyes disappeared when I showed up after the meeting. Her mind no longer lingered on the past and its disappointments. Raven hungered for the future. Our future.

  Walking in the woods near the cabin, we were shaded by the giant trees. Around us, the katydids hummed and a hawk flew in the distance. It was a perfect sunny summer day as if God decided to give me a break for once.

  Dylan and his crew fixed up the cabin, replacing the windows and hiding the bullet holes. Now, the place looked as good as new. Raven beamed at me when I said her stepbrother got the job. When she looked at me that way, I felt invincible. The Devils, my dangerous job, and the crap from the past meant nothing when my woman smiled as if I could do no wrong.

  Reaching the river, Raven leaned over to look in the water. She was young and delicious in a light green halter-top and
shorts. Even with all the flesh teasing me, my mind was on less sexual matters.

  “Raven,” I said softly.

  When she turned to find me on one knee, those faded blue eyes widened while her breathing sped up.

  “I know I’m not perfect, but I think I’m as close as a man can get,” I said, making her laugh nervously. “I also know I have a rep as a guy who’s screwed every chick that walked by, but those days are over. They’ve been over since I met you that night. Even as friends with benefits, I wanted all of you. You’re my hope and my love and I’m keeping you. Now, I’m looking to make it official.”

  Raven bit her bottom lip while her eyes grew wet and afraid. I knew she feared getting her hopes up. Life crapped on her plenty and she still worried it would again.

  I pulled the ring from my pocket and Raven exhaled softly like she was still waiting for the catch. None was coming.

  “Will you be my wife? No matter what happens with the Devils or anything else, I want you now and forever. Will you give me that chance?”

  Raven said nothing for a minute, just staring at me. I felt a hint of fear that she might say no or she wasn’t sure. Then, she lunged for me and I caught her in my arms.

  “Yes,” she whispered, sounding too young and unbelievably scared. “I love you and I’ll love you no matter what.”

  Kissing her, I stole her breath and all the fear inside her. I wasn’t going anywhere and she wasn’t losing me. My kiss made this very clear and she softened in my arms. When I pulled my lips away and stared into her eyes, she smiled.

  “I’ll take care of you, Vaughn. I’ll treat you good. I promise.”

  “I know, cupcake. I’m not the other guys. I won’t disappoint you.”

  “You’re like no one ever, Vaughn. You’re a dream and I’m afraid to wake up.”

  I gave her a grin. “I am pretty fucking amazing, aren’t I?”

  Finally, Raven’s wide eyes narrowed and she frowned. “You’re so vain. You probably think every song is about you.”

  “Prove they’re not.”