TAKE ME, OUTLAW: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance

by Zoey Parker

  “Now stand up and come over here,” Rafe said.

  I stood up, catching my breath. Slowly, I turned around and walked over to him, standing over him.

  “Bend down and put your fingers in my mouth,” he said. “I want to fucking taste you.”

  I lowered myself to my knees and moved forward, extending my fingertips toward his lips. He moved his head forward and I snatched my hand back playfully, smiling. But Rafe's hand moved faster as it whipped forward, seizing my wrist and pulling my fingers into his mouth.

  Even injured, the strength that crackled through his body like electricity was incredible. I knew I couldn't have pulled away even if I'd wanted to.

  When Rafe was finished with my hand, he released it, letting it drop. “Good,” he sighed with enjoyment. “Now I want you to taste me.”

  My hand slid up his thigh to his crotch, and I undid the button of his pants, pulling the zipper down slow enough for him to hear every individual metal tooth pull apart from its counterpart. His cock rose from his open fly eagerly, quivering gently.

  I parted my lips, licked them, and lowered my head into his lap. I slid my mouth over his hot and pulsing cock, bringing my lips as far down his shaft as I could. He let out a small gasp of pleasure, resting his hand at the nape of my neck and stroking it insistently.

  “Oh, God, yes,” he breathed. “Suck my fucking cock, Jewel, you sweet, beautiful bitch. Suck it hard.”

  I moaned and moved my head back and forth, letting his tip gently prod the back of my throat with each thrust. His hand tightened, grabbing a lock of hair with it. The pain blurred into the pleasure perfectly and I sucked him harder, feeling him grow even larger against my tongue.

  No one had ever called me a bitch before and I'd never wanted them to, but coming from him, I loved it. I wanted to be his bitch tonight, his toy, his willing slave.

  As I pulled back for another thrust, I wrapped one hand around his base, kneading it in rhythm with the motion of my head.

  After a few more thrusts, he arched his back, pulling my head away and looking into my eyes again. “Take my pants off and get on top of me.”

  I grabbed the belt loops on his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear, still staring at the monolith of his waiting cock.

  When the pants were off, I straddled him carefully, feeling his tip brushing against my pussy lips. I lowered myself until the tip pressed harder, just about to slide in—and then I lifted my hips again teasingly, smiling at him. I wanted him to do what he'd done with my fingers, grabbing me and pulling me, forcing my body to bend to his demands.

  Instead his iron-hard eyes stared into mine, even more forceful and commanding than his hands had been. “Give yourself to me, Jewel,” he whispered hoarsely. “Fuck me now. Fuck me hard.”

  I couldn't resist him anymore. I lowered myself onto his cock hungrily, feeling him slide all the way into the core of my body. He pushed himself up inside of me with the relentless force of a runaway train, barreling into my pussy deeper than anyone ever had. With each thrust, he seemed to go farther. His shaft rubbed hard against my clit and his tip pressed against my cervix with every push. I placed my hands on his chest, running them through the hair there.

  I gasped with each movement of his hips, feeling like a flock of joyful doves were fluttering through my entire body. I never wanted this moment to end. I wanted to spin and soar on this euphoria forever.

  Rafe kept going, pumping and pumping as he reached up to grab the back of my neck again. He pulled me down on top of him until we were face to face, his other arm wrapping around my back and holding me as tightly as it could.

  “Come for me, Jewel,” he breathed, kissing my lips. “Come for me now, you fucking gorgeous girl. Give me everything you've got.”

  I pushed myself down on him as hard as I could. His cock pressed against the back wall of my pussy so firmly that for a crazy moment, I thought he'd somehow find a way to push past and go even deeper until he was making hard, dirty, desperate love to my soul.

  I climaxed in a hot wave just as I felt him gush inside of me, our orgasms mingling in a single tidal crest that felt like it would carry us both away. We both cried out together, our moans overlapping.

  We stayed like that for a long time afterward—me on top of him, with his cock inside of me and his arms around me. It felt like we should say something to each other, but there were no words. There was only the steady warmth of his breath tickling my neck and his fingertips tracing patterns over my bare skin until we both surrendered to sleep.

  Chapter 30

  Rafe

  The sun had set and the house was dark. Jewel and I were both dozing happily until a bright white light swept through the windows, filling the room. We both woke up, squinting and putting our hands up against the blinding glare.

  “Headlights,” Jewel said. I could hear the fear in her voice.

  I felt a cold jolt of panic, thinking Jester's guys had found us somehow. With my arm in bad shape and my head still spinning from the concussion, I knew I'd have no chance against a car full of armed gangsters, even with Jewel and her gun at my side.

  I felt something inside me shrivel into a blackened husk, knowing that we'd survived so much over the past few days only to die out here in the middle of nowhere. The despair and the injustice of it all felt like a crushing weight on my chest.

  “Get ready to run,” I whispered to Jewel, reaching for my gun. “Go out the back and try to cut across the field to the woods back there. I'll try to hold them off and buy you some time.” I quickly pulled my pants on.

  Jewel yanked her t-shirt on and pulled her up leggings. Then she reached for her .22, thumbing the safety off. “I'm not leaving you,” she replied. Her voice may have been trembling, but her eyes were clear and focused.

  “Don't be stupid,” I said. “I'm not worth dying for. This is your only chance to get out of this alive, so take it and go find a safe place to call the cops. Tell them I threatened you and made you come with me, and they won't charge you with anything. You'll be fine.”

  “But you said the cops were in on it,” Jewel answered. She was already creeping up to the window with her gun at the ready, trying to see who it was while staying out of sight. I had to hand it to her. She was pretty goddamn brave.

  I just didn't want to see her die for it.

  I heard the car's engine cut off outside, and the sound of one of its doors creaking open.

  “Forget what I said,” I insisted. “Listen to what I'm saying now, okay? Take the gun, go out the back, and run like hell until...”

  “Wait a minute,” Jewel said.

  “You don't have a fucking minute! Now go!” I hissed urgently.

  Jewel peered out the window for a long moment, then turned to me with a smile. “You did say your club's name was the War Reapers, right? Because it looks like the cavalry just rode to our rescue.”

  I sighed with relief as the car door outside slammed shut. A moment later, I heard Boomer's voice call out. “Yo, Rafe! You in there, or what?”

  “Boomer?” Jewel asked me.

  “The one and only,” I answered. Slowly, I pulled myself off the floor, trying to ignore the persistent ringing in my ears. I walked to the front door and opened it, stepping outside. Jewel followed me.

  Boomer stood next to a battered old Lincoln Town Car from the '80s. He was wearing his Reapers cut. He had a first aid kit in one hand and a small laptop under his other arm. He also had an uncomfortable expression on his face, and he was nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

  “Boomer, you are a motherfucking lifesaver,” I exclaimed. “I cannot believe you brought all this. Thank you so much.”

  “Yeah, well, um, that's not all I brought, Rafe,” Boomer said uneasily.

  Before I could answer, both doors on the passenger's side opened, and Bard and Nic got out. They walked over to me, Bard's steely eyes fixed on mine and Nic shaking his head sadly. Bard stopped just a few inches in front of me
and looked me up and down.

  “Bard,” I said. “It's, uh, well, it's pretty goddamn good to see you, actually.” I gestured toward Jewel, trying to pretend Bard's flat gray eyes weren't scaring the hell out of me. I'd rarely seen him look at any Reaper that way, and whenever he had, it hadn't ended well. “This is Jewel. She...”

  “Close your mouth. Now.” Bard's tone was as cold and hard as a glacier. My mouth snapped shut.

  “Jesus, Rafe,” Nic said quietly, looking at Jewel, my wounded arm, and the bullet-shredded Saab parked in front of the house. “Jesus motherfucking Christ, what the fuck have you done?”

  “Boomer filled me in on everything today,” Bard continued, his iron eyes drilling into mine. “He should have demonstrated his loyalty by telling me from the beginning, but he knows that now. Don't you, Boomer?”

  I snuck a glance over at Boomer. Since so much of his face was covered with scar tissue from his time with the bomb disposal unit in Iraq, I hadn't noticed at first that he was sporting some nasty-looking bruises. I also saw that the Sergeant-at-Arms patch had been ripped off his cut, leaving only a few curled threads behind.

  Fuck, I thought. Not only did my bullshit get Boomer in trouble, it cost him his fucking Sergeant patch.

  The thought had barely crossed my mind when Bard's hand grabbed me by the chin, turning my face back to his. “Don't look at Boomer, Rafe. Look at me. I'm the one talking to you now.”

  I looked at Bard. I was at least a head taller than he was and a hundred pounds heavier, but I'd seen him in action too many times to think that made any difference at all. Besides, when the president of an MC owes another member a beating, that member wouldn't dare raise his hands to the president in return or else it'd cost him his membership patch. Maybe even his life, too, depending on how pissed the president was.

  And Bard looked fucking livid.

  “Your arm appears to be damaged,” Bard said through clenched teeth. “I would imagine it's from a bullet. Do you have any other injuries I should know about?”

  “Concussion,” I mumbled.

  “A concussion,” Bard repeated slowly, nodding. “Okay. So not the head, then.”

  I was about to ask what he meant when a heavy pain barreled through my midsection like a battering ram. All the breath left my body in a single gust and when I tried to get it back, all I could do was wheeze and gag breathlessly.

  Bard's second punch came in lower, and just slow enough for me to see it as a blur before it connected with my right side, just under my ribs. I felt pure agony blossoming in my torso, a chain reaction of pain buzzing from one organ to the next until all of them felt like they were on fire.

  My legs turned to rubber and I fell to my knees. As I did, I heard Jewel's frantic footsteps as she ran to stand between me and Bard. I opened my mouth to tell her to stay out of it, but all that came out was a long, gurgling whine.

  Man, that guy could really hit.

  “Leave him alone!” Jewel yelled. “You sadistic asshole, you're hurting him!”

  Bard's voice was still low and even, but his eyes kept blazing with a fury I'd never seen there before. “Not nearly as much as he's managed to hurt the other Reapers.”

  He looked at me again. “Over fifty men, Rafe. Some of them with wives and families to look out for. All of them your brothers, men you were sworn to protect and defend with your life, if necessary. All of them looking over their shoulders for gangsters again, checking under their beds and in their closets every night because they don't want to end up like Growler. All because you couldn't be trusted to control yourself.”

  I clutched my side. Even though Bard had been careful to avoid breaking any ribs, every breath still felt like broken glass. “You...said I could...” I croaked.

  “Did I?” Bard asked, his voice raising dangerously. “Did I say you could drag Boomer into this? Did I say you could go around shooting up diners like a rabid moron and turn half the highway into a scene from an action movie? Did I say you could grab some woman, a civilian, and hold her hostage while you wage some kind of selfish one-man war? Did I say you could use the Hidey-Hole and get Chucky killed?”

  “I'm not a hostage,” Jewel said.

  “Lady, whatever you are, now's a good time for you to be quiet,” said Boomer.

  Bard crouched down next to me and reached for me. Before I could figure out why, his hand was on my shoulder, his thumb pressed deep into a nerve on the side of my neck. My whole body suddenly felt like electricity was running through it, and I let out a yowl of pain.

  “Is that what I said to you, Rafe, when I welcomed you home?” Bard hissed. “Is that what Nic said? Or did we say you could go off and handle your business, as long as it was quick and quiet and you left the Reapers out of it?”

  I couldn't move. Every muscle was clenched and cramping. I'd seen Reapers get executed when they'd betrayed the MC, but I'd never dreamed I'd have to worry about that someday, even while I was asking Boomer for help over the past few days.

  I'd been so focused on keeping Jewel safe and bringing down Jester that I hadn't really considered the consequences. I'd been so desperate to keep us from getting killed by the Mancusos that I hadn't even thought about the possibility of being killed by my own MC for disobeying a direct order and putting them all at risk.

  Each time a death sentence was carried out on a Reaper, he had to remove his cut first as a ceremonial gesture.

  With a sinking feeling, I realized that I already wasn't wearing mine.

  “We did everything we could for you when you were framed,” Bard said. He was pressing on the nerve in my neck so hard that his thumb was buried in my skin up to the first knuckle. “We paid for your lawyer. We took care of Rosie. We made sure your account was always full of money and that there were plenty of minutes on your phone card. We bribed and threatened as many guards as we could to keep you safe in there, so Jester's men couldn't all come at you at once and finish you off. And in return, all we asked was for you to think of someone other than yourself, and you couldn't even do that.”

  I heard a gun cocking behind Bard. His eyebrows raised and he released the nerve in my neck, standing up slowly and turning around.

  Jewel was pointing her gun at him.

  “Get away from Rafe right now,” Jewel said. “I don't want to kill anyone, but I've already done it once today and I swear I'll do it again right here if you don't back off.”

  Nic already had his gun drawn and pointed at Jewel, but Bard raised a hand, and Nic lowered the weapon. Boomer just watched, his eyes wide.

  Bard eyed Jewel calmly. “You won't be doing any killing with the safety on, I'm afraid.”

  Jewel squeezed the trigger, sending a bullet over Bard's left shoulder. This time, she didn't even flinch at the sound of the gunshot. I was impressed.

  “Nice try,” Jewel said. “First thing I checked.”

  Bard actually chuckled at that, nodding appreciatively. “Well played.”

  “Put...the gun...down,” I gasped. My muscles were starting to loosen again, but the pain still lurked in every corner of my body.

  Jewel glanced at me, confused. “But he's...”

  “It's...all right,” I said. “He's right. About all of it. And what happens next is up to him.”

  Jewel looked at me uncertainly, then lowered her gun.

  I pulled myself to my feet, feeling the ground spin under me as I met Bard's gaze. “But if I'm gonna go, I'll go standing up like a man, and I'll go with your promise that nothing happens to her.”

  “Oh, for Christ's sake, Rafe,” Nic said softly. There was pity in his voice. “Come on. You know we wouldn't hurt her.”

  “I know we're not in the habit of carrying out executions in front of witnesses,” I said, “which means it doesn't matter what the fuck else I think I know. I need your word.”

  “No one's getting executed tonight,” Bard said. “We wouldn't have brought you what you asked for if we were going to kill you. And now that you've dragged the Reapers int
o this disaster, we have no choice but to be in it all the way, for better or worse. But I'm deeply disappointed in you, Rafe. And you should know that if you're a Reaper for another hundred years, you'll never have another chance at wearing the VP patch.”

  I sighed, lowering my head. “I understand. And thank you.”

  “Don't thank us,” Nic said. “You didn't leave us much of a choice here, man. You know that. Now let's get inside and see what's on this memory stick you're so excited about.”

  Chapter 31

  Rafe

  While Nic and Boomer turned on the laptop and plugged in the memory key, Bard opened the first aid kit and examined the holes in my arm.