An Outlaw Valentine

by Kathryn Kelly

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

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  J …

  DBP

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Christopher’s Poem

  Playlist

  Afterword

  Also by Kathryn Kelly

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  An Outlaw Valentine

  Copyright © 2018 Kathryn Kelly

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  All Rights Reserved

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  This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out, or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. Under no circumstances may any part of this book be photocopied for resale.

  This is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters and situations within its pages and places or persons, living or dead, is unintentional and co-incidental.

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  Cover Design © Crystal Cuffley

  Interior Formatting © Tiffany Black; T.E. Black Designs; www.teblackdesigns.com

  To Kendall Miller Donovan, thank you for being an amazing character! You’ve challenged me, annoyed me, and endeared me. For me, you will always be the one and only Red.

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  To Kendall’s fans Lamé and enemies, I hope you understand. I had to do this.

  Slipping just inside his home gym, Christopher Caldwell focused on his wife’s movements as she completed her set of lunges, holding five-pound weights in each hand. He’d join her in a moment. Right now, he was just content to watch her go through her routine.

  As always, he thanked whatever fluke of fate sent her to him as an eighteen-year-old naïve girl who had blossomed into a sexy woman. His woman.

  She wasn’t very tall, but what she lacked in height, her kindness more than made up for it.

  She glanced in his direction and started. Removing her earbuds and setting them on the floor, next to her phone, she smiled at him. “Hey, you.”

  “Hey, baby,” he responded, finally closing the door and walking fully into the room. He glanced back at the door. Although their oldest son hadn’t gotten home from school yet and the rest of their children were somewhere in the house with Megan’s assistant, he really needed to get a lock for the gym. Every chance he got, he fucked Megan in here.

  Grinning at the thought of getting into her pussy, he went to his power tower, grabbed the upper bars and lifted himself, counting off in his head.

  Long ago, he’d learned the importance of staying fit. A motherfucker never knew when he needed to get the fuck away or chase after other motherfuckers to fuck them up.

  When he reached fifty, he allowed his feet to touch the ground. It didn’t surprise him to find his wife next to him. Desire darkened her blue eyes. He smirked at her, stepping aside so she could have a turn on the equipment. Grabbing her waist, he lifted her up, allowing her to reach the handles, then grunted as she used her upper arm strength to pull herself above the bar.

  He loved working out with her. However, he didn’t want her with muscles. She knew his feelings and had agreed to his wishes. That was the beauty of them. They took each other’s wants and needs into account. What she wanted, she got. In turn, she laid the world at his feet.

  As she lifted herself again, he stepped closer, allowing not even an inch to separate their bodies. With each movement she made, her back and ass brushed against his chest and cock.

  Thrusting against her, he groaned, regretting the leggings she wore. He wanted to see her in tiny skirts when they exercised together and made a mental note to mention that to her. At the moment, what she wore didn’t matter. They’d tempted each other long enough. It was time for action.

  The next time she lowered herself, he wrapped an arm around her waist and slid his other hand into her leggings, skimming his fingertips over her belly, her mound, feeling the hair on her pussy lips, before finally touching her clit.

  She gasped and relaxed, trusting him not to let her fall because she had every faith in the world in him. He fingered her swollen cunt, chinning her golden hair aside and licking the shell of her ear.

  “Christopher,” she whispered, leaning against him and arching her back.

  “Yeah, baby?” he asked her, circling her clit before massaging the inside of her hole. She was already so fucking wet and hot. She’d admitted watching him work out turned her on.

  He slid his finger deeper into her.

  “I’m going to come.”

  He bit her earlobe and she cried out. “That’s the fuckin’ point, Megan,” he reminded her with a grin. “Get your pretty pussy to cream all over my fuckin’ hand, before my ass shove my big dick as deep as the motherfucker can go. You want that?”

  “Ummmhmmm.”

  He slid his finger inside of her, stroking her in and out, as he thumbed her clit.

  “Whatcha want from me?” he demanded.

  “Your thick cock,” she managed.

  “Where?” He added a second finger inside her pussy and increased the pressure of his thumb.

  She groaned. “In my pussy.”

  He kissed the top of her head. “That’s my fuckin’ girl.”

  “Please,” she begged, grinding against his hand, searching for her orgasm.

  “You like to fuck, dontcha?”

  “Y-y-yes.”

  Already, he felt the tiny pulses of her body and the tightening of her pussy walls.

  “You addicted to my cock, baby.”

  She nodded wildly, trembles overtaking her body as her juices slid down his fingers.

  Her heart pounding, she drew in a deep breath. As Christopher removed his hand from inside her leggings, she wriggled in his hold, toeing her sneakers off and baring her bottom half. By now, he’d pulled his cock out. Bending over, she grabbed onto the footrail of the power tower, leaving her pussy and ass wide open to him.

  He took his dick in hand, teased her cunt entrance, then buried himself inside of her. With his arm still around her, her feet didn’t touch the ground. He wasn’t sure what type of goddamn acrobatics she’d been practicing, but he sure the fuck wasn’t complaining.

  Gripping her hips, he pushed into her, while she used her hooker moves to ride his cock and drove him the fuck out of his mind. Pussy-whipped wasn’t the right expression for what he felt for her as she used her pussy muscles to grip his cock before wiggling and bouncing to the rhythm of his movements.

  Pussy-lassoed? Pussy-chained?

  Whatever the fuck it was, just bestow the label on him. />
  After a few minutes of pleasurable torture, she released the footrail, allowing him to hold her, suspended in the air, thrusting in and out of her. He couldn’t finger her pussy in this position, since he sure the fuck couldn’t grip one hip and continue to fuck her.

  He backed out of the power tower space, then gently lowered their bodies to the floor. Resting on her elbows, she lifted her ass in the air, opening herself to him. He pushed as deep as he could go.

  “Fuuuucccckkkk, baby,” he panted. “You got the best pussy in the fuckin’ world.”

  “It’s all yours,” she said breathlessly. “Yours to love. Yours to fuck. Yours to eat. My pussy belongs to you.”

  He slammed into her at the words and she mewled like a little cat. “Harder,” she demanded.

  Just what the fuck he wanted to hear. He rammed his cock into her over and over, his balls banging against her hairy pussy, pulling cry after cry from her.

  “I’m coming,” she breathed, her movements wild and frantic.

  Megan gave as good as she got, fucking him to within an inch of his goddamn life and leaving him weak and sated when cum exploded from him and into her.

  She collapsed on the floor and he stretched out over her, still connected to her, but careful not to rest all of his weight on her. A minute passed before he withdrew from her, laid on his side, and pulled her into the crook of his arms.

  He smoothed his hand over the top of her damp hair, then kissed her head. “I love you,” he told her.

  “I adore you,” she answered, then breathed in deep. “In a few weeks, it’ll be five years since we had our church wedding.”

  Yeah, but first, Christmas had to come, and then the new year. Once upon a time, the celebrations stopped there. Megan, however, made a big deal out of his birthday, too, which would also come before Valentine’s Day.

  Yet, he knew their anniversary was important to her.

  “Yeah, baby. I know, but coming up in seven months, six fuckin’ years since our first weddin’.”

  She’d wanted their marriage blessed. Once she got him to agree to a church ceremony, she didn’t want to take any chances that he’d change his mind. Therefore, she wouldn’t wait until their one-year anniversary to renew their vows. That meant, they had two wedding anniversaries.

  Last July, they really hadn’t done much to celebrate their first fifth anniversary.

  “You wanna fuckin’ celebrate our church shit?”

  “Would you object if I did?”

  He sighed and looked down at her. She tipped her head up and grinned. “That depends on what the fuck it is,” he said, stealing a kiss from her. He could never, ever get enough of her.

  “Actually, I’m not sure what it entails yet.”

  A vision of himself in a monkey suit pranced through his mind. No fucking way. She couldn’t put him in another tux. He’d never fucking go for it. She could make faces with her pussy and he wouldn’t change his mind. However, he didn’t want her disappointed, so he came up with something else that might suit them both.

  “Baby, I got a idea. How ‘bout both us motherfuckers come up with some fuckin’ ideas and we discuss this shit in a few fuckin’ days. Whoever the fuck come up with the best fuckin’ idea, that’s what the fuck we do.”

  She lifted her head and grabbed a kiss from him. “Deal.”

  They smiled at each other before she decided to straddle him. Her bare ass teased the head of his cock and her wet pussy brushed against his stomach. She caressed his abs.

  “I love to exercise with you,” she admitted for the hundredth time. “Seeing you in just sweats, with your muscled upper body out, turns me on so much.”

  “You know what the fuck turns me on ‘bout you?”

  Her eyes brightened and she giggled. “Everything.”

  “Fuckin’ right, baby. Every-fuckin-thing.” He’d said it enough times that she should know that fucking answer. “But the biggest reason I stay turned on ‘round you is cuz of you, Megan. Your kind heart and your beautiful fuckin’ soul. You fuckin’ taught me how to fuckin’ be. You showed me the meanin’ of family. Without you, I ain’t a motherfuckin’ thing, baby.”

  She laid her head on his chest. “Oh, Christopher. You say the most beautiful things to me.”

  He tangled his hands in her silky hair. “I ain’t sayin’ fuck-all I don’t mean. It’s been a fuckin’ privilege and the greatest fuckin’ pleasure in the world, watchin’ you…” His voice trailed off and he sighed. “Watchin’ you grow up, baby. Yet, it ain’t matterin’ to you, cuz you still love me.”

  She lifted her head and caught his gaze. “You’re my everything, Christopher. I’m the woman I am today because of you. You allowed me to come into my own. You knew that no matter how much I change, my love, adoration, and admiration for you and of you, never will. I love you with my whole heart and soul, and I will until I take my last breath.”

  Her words were nothing she hadn’t said before. Yet, this time, a chill came over him. He hoped like fuck it was the adrenaline of the moment rather than a fucking omen of looming disaster.

  The next evening, Johnnie Donovan followed his wife, Kendall, into a bar and diner on the outskirts of Hortensia, to a corner booth. The place was well-lit with a retro feel to it, and was a favorite hangout of bikers, neutral ground where clubs on friendly terms commiserated.

  “Oh my god, even in public they act like sixteen-year-olds,” Kendall complained as they approached the place where Christopher and Megan sat, giggling and talking amongst themselves between kisses. “Can you leave the PDA at home?”

  Christopher glared at Kendall as she slid into the seat across from Megan. “Nope. I wanted your motherfuckin’ ass left home, butcha see I didn’t get my fuckin’ wish.”

  “Fuck you,” Kendall retorted.

  “Not even in your motherfuckin’ dreams, Kendall,” Christopher shot back.

  Johnnie rolled his eyes at the exchange, but something flickered in Megan’s face before it was gone. Displeasure, maybe? He also thought he recognized her silent plea for a peaceful evening. He understood.

  “Hey, Kendall,” Megan greeted with a smile. “Hey, Johnnie.”

  Kendall pursed her lips, while Johnnie slid into the booth next to his wife and across from Christopher.

  “So what’s up?” Megan forged on.

  Johnnie would give her ‘A’ for effort. This double-date was starting with contention. Mainly due to Kendall hating the places Christopher and Megan chose for these monthly events.

  “You saw me a little while ago, Meggie,” Kendall snapped. “Nothing different has happened since then.”

  Picking up his bottle of beer, Christopher glared at Kendall.

  “We work together,” Megan conceded, “but, you know, maybe, something interesting has happened with your kids. For instance, CJ decided he wanted to swim. It’s so cold, of course, I told him ‘no’. What do you think he did?”

  Kendall glowered at Megan.

  Ignoring his wife, Johnnie smiled. “He flooded one of the bathrooms and tried to “swim” on the floor.” She broke out into peals of laughter. “Of course, Christopher spanked him, but I thought it was cute.”

  “You would. You think everything your son does is adorable,” Kendall pointed out, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “I would’ve sent Rory to bed without a meal if he pulled that bullshit in my house, after I beat him with a belt.”

  Christopher lifted a brow at Johnnie, as if he expected him to say something.

  Johnnie shrugged. “Children need discipline. If I had been with Rory and he did such a thing, I would’ve spanked him, too.”

  “At least you would’ve fed him,” Megan grumbled.

  Kendall yanked a compact mirror out of her purse, opened it, and turned her head in several positions to better see herself from all angles. “Don’t be so sensitive. It’s rare when he’s sent to bed without an evening meal and snack. And that’s after I’m forced to spend two entire nights, every week, looking after hi
m, until he goes to sleep.” She stuffed the compact back in her purse and fingered her hair. “Well, after all three kids.”

  Megan seemed at a loss for words.

  “Better your fuckin’ ass than me, Johnnie,” Christopher said calmly, sipping his beer. “Cuz, bitch, Ida fuckin’ killed you if that was my fuckin’ children you was fuckin’ with like that.”

  Johnnie placed a hand on Kendall’s arm to forestall her response. “Let it go, gorgeous. I suggested these dates, so the four of us could get closer. Not to bring up controversial subjects that will tear us further apart.”

  “While you were at it, you should’ve said we get to choose all the venues,” Kendall grouched. “This is the sixth month we’ve done this and the third time we’ve been in some wretched, off-the-wall place.”

  Christopher opened his mouth to speak, but Megan whispered something to him, leaving him to growl and snap his mouth shut.

  “You all look down on me because I’m so overwhelmed with three children that a nanny must help me with them. You don’t even give me points that I spend two evenings a week with them. My children will know what rules are. They’ll know where they can and can’t go. That’s why I don’t allow them in my bedroom, the living room, or the formal dining room. That’s why I expect them to speak only when spoken to.”

  “Kendall,” Megan started, her face flushing and her eyes flashing. “You and I disagree with each other’s parenting. That’s a well-known fact, so let’s drop the subject. Our husbands want us to get closer and I won’t allow you to ruin it by bringing up stuff that you know will cause arguments.”