Her Rough Mountain Outlaw

by Madison Faye

  “No, that was just, you know…right place right time.”

  “Mmhmm,” Larkin arched her brows.

  “I’m just glad Stone was there. He really helped me out.”

  My friend grinned widely at me. “Oh I bet he did.”

  She snorted a laugh as I poked her in the arm, my jaw dropping as the heat flooded over my face.

  “Larkin!”

  She laughed. “Hey, welcome to Blackthorn Mountain, girl.” She winked. “Come for the hiking, stay for the hot growly biker types that just seem to gravitate to the place.”

  I giggled. “Like you?”

  She smiled widely, spreading her arms. “I can’t complain. The man of my dreams, two little girls, this life here?” She sighed. “It’s pretty fucking perfect, Jackie.”

  “Well, yeah, it sounds amazing.”

  A jeep pulled out from behind the garage, pulling up in front of us with Stone behind the wheel. Damn, those sharp blue eyes caught me unaware, taking the breath from my lungs as something heated shivered through me.

  …How the hell did he do that to me so easily?

  “You ready?”

  Larkin turned to me. “Go on.”

  She stuck her tongue out at me, her back turned to Stone.

  “Have fun,” she winked.

  10

  Stone

  My jaw clenched as I stared at the wreck of her car.

  Fuck, man.

  Any other road. Any other time of night to go driving. Hell, if I’d stopped by Ryker’s place for that beer he’d offered instead of going out at all.

  Any other scenario, and I wouldn’t have found her. Hell, she was fading out when I did, and if she had, there was no telling if she’d have gotten back up. Or how long she’d have been here.

  Or hell, if who she was running from got to her first.

  We hadn’t quite gotten to that - the “who” in this scenario. But I knew she’d tell me when she was ready. Just like I’d tell her about my scars when I was. And I was almost there.

  Almost.

  But “almost” was a hell of a lot more than anything I’d ever felt before. Because fuck, was I into this girl. Hard. I was flat out falling for her, and that freaked me out a little. It was that in so short amount of time, Jackie had come out of nowhere and just slid under my skin like no other woman ever had.

  Shit, I wasn’t really sure how to process that. Yeah, there’d been women in my past, but nothing had ever stuck. Back then, in what I called the first version of my life, before the bullets tore through me, I’d been another me altogether. I’d been sure I’d be dead at any given moment back then, and the women who’d dared to come near me were passing at best.

  But since that night where I’d just about stepped into the light, I’d been different, and I knew it. Since then? Shit, there hadn’t even been another woman. Years. It’d been years since I’d done what I’d done last night with her, and that alone was enough to send my head reeling.

  But I did know one thing: I was never letting her go. And whoever was after her? I didn’t care who the hell it was. The boogeyman, the head of the FBI, the President - hell, the devil himself.

  Whoever it was? Well, he’d have to go through me first, and that shit was not going to happen.

  Most of Jackie’s stuff was still in her trunk, which I was able to pry open even as dented up as it was. Later, I’d get Axe or Ryker to tow the wreck out of here and see if it was salvageable. But for now, we were just there for her stuff. I had everything from the trunk packed away, when I turned to see Jackie frowning quietly.

  “What is it?”

  “I’m missing…” She sighed, shaking her head. “Forget it, it’s fine. There’s no way we’re finding it.”

  “What are you missing, baby girl?”

  Jackie’s lip twisted in her teeth. “It’s just this little black velvet bag. I had it in the side pocket of this bag-” she hefted one of her duffel bags. “But it must have knocked out in the crash.”

  “What was in it?”

  “This necklace my grams gave to me the night before Brooke was born.”

  She sighed, her face falling.

  “Darrel stole it once to sell for cash, and getting it back was…”

  She frowned, pausing sharply as her eyes darted to mine.

  “Shit, sorry.”

  “Don’t be. Darrel the guy you’re running from?”

  “My ex-husband.”

  My jaw clenched tightly, Jackie shook her head.

  “My very ex-husband,”

  “He put those holes in your car?”

  She nodded, and my jaw clenched even tighter, the anger rising inside.

  “And those bruises on you?”

  Jackie looked away, and the fury turned to cold black fury.

  Mother. Fucker.

  I’d fucking kill him. I’d known guys like this fucking Darrel - from growing up, from the service. Hell, even from my days with the Lost Devils. And guys like him? Uh-uh. The only response needed for a man who hit his woman - any woman - was to show him what if felt like to get hurt.

  …And this Darrel fuckwad had just found his way to the top of my list.

  “Look, we’ll never find it,” Jackie sighed. “We can just go-”

  “C’mon.”

  I tugged her hand, heading further down the embankment into the trees. My eyes scanned the tufts of weeds on the ground, kicking at a log as I tried to spot the little black bag.

  “Why are you helping me?”

  Her voice was soft, and so sweet that it caught me off guard as I turned to her.

  “I mean really. Why? Why be so nice to me?”

  “Because,” I growled, emotion burning inside of me as I pulled her close, looking her in the eyes.

  “Because you do something to me,” I groaned, my muscles tensing as I held her tight. “You get under my skin like nothing else I’ve ever felt. You make me wanna be the good guy - the best version of me or something. Shit, Jackie,” I shook my head. “I’m helping you because someone like you deserves to get help. Because even though I can see plain as fucking day how tough you are and how fucking strong you are, you still deserve someone in your corner, and I don’t think that’s ever happened for you.”

  She bit her lip, her face flushed as she looked up into my eyes.

  “Because you make me want to fight the whole fucking world for you, angel.”

  She was kissing me before I could even finish the words, her soft, pillowy lips pressed to mine. I growled, my hands sliding around her, pulling her tight as I groaned into those lips, kissing her right back. She started to pull back, and my eyes were just opening when suddenly, they locked on something over her shoulder.

  Well I’ll be fucking damned.

  There, caught in a low pine branch and dangling from its drawstring, was a small, black, velvet pouch. I reached past Jackie, snagging it off the tree and pulling it back. I held my fist up to her, turning my hand and slowly opening it.

  Her jaw dropped.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?”

  I grinned. “Lucky spot.”

  “Holy shit!” She gasped, yanking the bag open and tugging the necklace out. It was silver, with this small diamond pendant in the shape of a sailboat on it.

  “Yours I take it?”

  She grinned, looking up at me.

  “Okay, I’m impressed.”

  “What can I say,” I sighed dramatically. “Guess I’m just an impressive guy.”

  “You know what?”

  I looked back into her eyes, seeing this fierce, wild heat there as she raked her teeth over her bottom lip.

  “I think,” she purred. “I think that deserves a reward.”

  I groaned, my cock lurching in my jeans.

  “Does it now,” my voice was thick with need for her, my muscles clenching as I pulled her closer. I crushed my lips to hers, kissing her fiercely as she whimpered into me. My hands slid down to her sides, teasing over the waist of her jeans, pushing h
er shirt up and letting my fingertips trace her skin.

  Jackie moaned as I found the button, popping it and tugging her zipper down as I peeled that denim away from her soft skin. My hand slid down her soft belly and into her jeans, and I groaned.

  No panties. Fuck, I’d forgotten I’d torn those off the night before. My cock throbbed as my fingers slid easily over her bare, slick little cunt, bumping over her clit and making her gasp as she kissed me deeply.

  Her hand dropped to my thick bulge, cupping my cock through my jeans and stroking me as I growled into her skin. I yanked her shirt open, almost tearing the buttons away before dropping my mouth down to those mouthwatering breasts. I shoved the shirt down her arms, her bra following before my lips found her puckered pink nipples.

  Jackie’s hand rubbed my aching cock faster, her other hand sliding into my hair as she writhed against me. Fuck, she was so fucking wet, her slick cunt dripping her sticky juices all over my fingers. She cried out, her lips tracing over my ear as she nibbled at the lobe, making me roar with need for her, and making my cock pulse as thick precum leaked into my pants.

  “I want to taste you,” she groaned into my ear, making my balls boil with cum as my blood thundered through my ears.

  “I want to taste your cock.”

  Jackie dropped to her knees before I could say a damn word. I gritted my teeth, hands clenching to fists as she yanked at my belt and my zipper, tugging my pants down and letting my rock hard cock spring free. She cooed quietly, her eyes going wide as she brought a hand up and wrapped her small fingers around my pulsing cock.

  “Fuck, you’re big,” she whispered, her tongue wetting her lips as she stroked me from base to top. Precum dripped from my swollen head, leaking down my shaft and making her gasp quietly.

  She leaned forward, and when those soft, wet, pouty lips wrapped so sweetly around my aching cock, I was fucking lost. I groaned, pleasure blazing through every fucking inch of me as this gorgeous, fierce, sexy as all hell girl sucked my cock deep into her mouth. She moaned, sending vibrations rumbling through me. She slid back, keeping her lips tight around my thick crown and slurping wetly at the tip as I roared in pleasure.

  “Fuck, just like that, baby girl,” I groaned, sliding my hands into her hair. I wrapped it in a fist, and when I started to tug it slightly, Jackie moaned wildly around me, whimpering as I took control.

  “Suck that thick cock, angel,” I growled. “Show me how deep you can take it. Show me what a good girl you can be and suck on that fat cock.”

  Jackie went wild, my filthy words lighting a fire inside of her as she started to bob her soft lips up and down my shaft. I growled fiercely, watching her as she kept those pink lips wrapped tight around me, her tongue dancing on my underside and her fingers stroking my balls until it was taking everything I had not to grab her hair tight and empty every drop of my cum deep in her throat.

  Not yet, anyways.

  “C’mere beautiful,” I groaned, pulling her up and crushing my lips to hers. I kissed her fiercely, swallowing her moans as I slid my hand back between her thighs. I teased her pussy as I spun her, making her gasp when I bent her over. Her hands went against a tree trunk, her face red and wild with lust as she turned to look at me over her shoulder.

  “Fuck, Stone,” she whimpered, moaning as I stroked my fingers up and down her slippery pussy.

  I move behind her, and fuck was the prospect of just plunging my cock inside of her sweet, tight little heaven a tempting one, but I had more plans for her first.

  First, I wanted to taste her.

  I dropped to my knees behind her, my hand skimming over her thighs as she cried out in a mix of frustration for me not having just eased my cock inside of her, and anticipation for what she knew was coming. My big hands skimmed her skin, gripping her ass tight and spreading her wide the fuck open for me. My eyes locked between her legs, and I groaned at the perfect sight of her tight, pink little slit nestled between her thighs. And above it, her tight, puckered, tempting asshole.

  I leaned in, and when my tongue touched her clit, Jackie went wild.

  But I didn’t stop there. I growled, the animal inside of me roaring as I dragged my tongue slowly up, from her clit all the way to her asshole. Jackie screamed in pleasure, bucking against me and whimpering for more.

  Oh, and was she going to get more.

  I teased my tongue back up and down, swirling it over her clit, pushing it against her opening, and then dragging it back to her ass and teasing her little hole. My hands gripped her tightly, pulling her into my face as I pushed my tongue in and out of her, making her squeal in pleasure.

  Fuck, but I needed more.

  I moved up, coming up behind her. One hand gripped her hip tightly, the other stroking my rock-hard cock as I lined the swollen, thick head up against her tight, slick opening.

  “Fuck me,” she whispered fiercely, her eyes blazing as she turned to look at me.

  “You want my cock, baby girl,” I growled, teasing my head up and down her lips as she whined for more.

  “Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to fuck your tight little pussy hard with this big cock until you cream all over it. Tell me you want me to fuck you like I know you’ve never been fucked before. Tell me you wanna be a good girl and come all over this cock, and tell me you want me to fuckin’ ruin you for any other man.”

  Jackie cried out in pleasure, and when she turned to me again, our eyes locked.

  “Fuck me,” she hissed, her face wild with lust.

  I drove in with one stroke, and the both of us cried in pure pleasure. Fuck she was so damn tight, her sweet little pussy gripping me like a vacuum, her velvety walls stretching around my thickness. I groaned, grinding in deep and making her scream in pleasure before I slid out, leaving just my head inside. I plunged back in, growling in pure pleasure as her slick, wet heat enveloped me.

  I started to move faster, my hands gripping the smooth skin of her hips tightly as I drove my thick cock in and out of her impossibly tight little pussy. She pushed back to meet my thrusts, arching her back and clawing at the tree in front of her as I just started to fuck her.

  Hard, fast, deliberately - plunging my thick cock in and out of her dripping wet cunt until her moans were the only thing I knew. My balls slapped her clit with every thrust, my fingers dug into her skin, and her pussy clamped down around me, rippling up and down my shaft like it was trying to milk the cum from my balls.

  And damn was she about to.

  I hissed as I fucked my cock in and out of her, our bodies coming together again and again. I could feel her body starting to tense and clench up, and I knew she was close.

  …I knew she was about to come all over my damn cock.

  “That’s it, baby girl,” I hissed into her ear. “Let go for me. Let go and let me make you come. Let me make this pretty pussy come all over my cock until it drips from my balls. Come for me, angel. Come for me so I can give you every single drop of my hot cum deep inside this gorgeous little cunt.”

  I drove in, our bodies crashed together, and suddenly, we both went screaming over that edge.

  Jackie cried out as the wave knocked her sideways, crashing over her as her slick cunt clamped down around my aching cock. I roared, pushing deep as I could as I felt my balls draw up and pulse, my hot, sticky cum pumping deep inside of her. Ground into her, keeping myself there, keeping my cum there - deep inside of her, where it belonged.

  My arms slid around her, both of us panting as I pulled her up and tugged her against me. I twisted her head, kissing her slowly with my cock still deep inside her pussy.

  “Remind me to find your jewelry more often,” I growled. She giggled, her eyes locked with mine as she brought her lips back to mine.

  * * *

  Her hand was in mine, my heart still racing as we climbed back up the embankment next to her wrecked car. And damn, all I could think about was having her again. All I could think about was tearing her clothes off all over again and getting my coc
k back inside of her sweet, perfect heaven.

  …I think that’s why I never saw the guy until we’d stepped over the guardrail back onto the road.

  I growled, yanking Jackie behind me as I whirled on the man. My hands curled into fists, muscles tensing as I sized him up. He was an older guy - strong, chiseled features, sharp blue eyes, and dark hair with just the faintest hint of silver at the temples. And he was built too. The guy was my size, and every bit as muscled as me, even with having easily probably ten or fifteen years on me.

  Slowly, my hand slid to my waist, back to the gun I’d tucked into my waist before we left the garage. I hadn’t told Jackie about it - hell, I didn’t want to scare her or anything. But without knowing who was after her, and why, I needed to be prepared.

  “Can I help you,” I growled at the man, eyeing him and the noticeable holster at his hip.

  “Maybe.”

  His voice was deep and gravelly, weathered sounding. He brought a hand up to stroke the scruff on his jaw before he nodded at the wreck.

  “This your car?”

  I bristled, my hand sliding back and my fingers slipping around the handle of the gun. I could hear Jackie gasp, knowing she’d just seen when I’d had under my shirt.

  “Hey now,” the older man growled lowly, his eyes narrowing at where my hand was. “Relax.”

  “No can do,” I spat back.

  His own hand dropped to his holders, fingers toying with the handle of his gun. “You’re gonna want to let go of that gun I’m guessing you’ve got tucked back there, friend.”

  I shook my head. “And you’re gonna want to move away.”

  He smiled thinly, his eyes locked on mine, his hand just hovering over that gun. “Easy, buddy.”

  “I’m not your buddy,” I growled, frowning as his eyes darted past me to Jackie. “And you keep your fucking eyes off her.”

  He grinned widely. “Good. That’s good. Protect her. Protect what’s yours. I can help you, you know.”

  “With?”

  “With your problem.”

  Jackie’s hand slid to my back, her fingers tightening on my shirt. I didn’t know who this fucking guy was. I was pretty sure he wasn’t Darrel - Jackie’s ex. But who knew if it was someone he’d sent.