Damaged and the Outlaw (4 page)

“Fuck,” I
groaned as she teased me by sliding my cock inside her an inch then pulling
away. “Steal it. I don’t care.”

“I wasn’t asking
for your permission, but thanks, lover,” she said, pressing downward and taking
me in one hard thrust. “I’m glad I didn’t break it last night.”

“You and me
both,” I whispered, running my fingers down her slim shoulders.

A good hard fuck
later, she stared at me in a sleepy way. Raven needed more rest after all our
fun. I know I sure as hell did.

“My dick needs a
nap,” I told her while brushing hair away from her face.

“I should go.”

Resting on my
back, I sighed. “I need a nap too.”

“After we sleep,
you’ll drive me to my car, so I can go home?” she muttered with her eyes half
closed.

“No, we’ll get
something to eat then I’ll take you to Jodi’s for your car.”

“Getting
something to eat sounds like a date and I’m not dating anyone,” she said,
forcing her eyes open.

“It’s not a
date, crabapple. We’re friends with benefits. We’ve done the benefits. Now,
let’s do the friend crap.”

“I don’t want to
be your friend,” she said, cuddling up against my arm.

Smirking, I
pulled a sheet over us. “Of course, you do. I’m awesome.”

“I don’t want to
eat with you.”

“You need to
keep your strength up, Raven, because I’m really looking forward to fucking you
at your place. Doing a chick in more than one location is my thing.”

A grinning Raven
nuzzled the “Hungry Like a Wolf” tattoo on my shoulder. “You’re an idiot.”

“Fuck you,
darling. I’m the Einstein of the Reapers. Now, shut up and go to sleep.”

Once again,
Raven dozed off with a smile on her face. I followed her into sleep and woke
hours later to find her in the shower. The little bitch tried teasing me with a
sexy dance before attempting an escape when I needed relief. Catching her, I
pulled Raven under the water where she struggled lamely until giving up and
climbing me.

“I want to say
no,” she murmured as I filled her. “Make you suffer and beg, but you look too
damn sexy wet. I can’t help myself.”

“I don’t blame
you,” I whispered in her ear. “I’ve seen myself wet.”

Raven laughed
and held on as I fucked her hard. She got so loud that I didn’t want to stop.
The sounds of her moans were like music and my name on her lips was like
applause. Holding her as we caught our breath, I told myself I was simply in
lust with her hot body and feistiness. Unfortunately, I was curious about the
rest of her too. The dressed Raven interested me more than I should ever allow.

Wearing my tee
over her shorts, she studied the sink counter. “You smell like chocolate.”

I handed her the
Axe spray. “It brings all the girls to the yard.”

Raven laughed
again while spraying herself. Her voice had a rough quality like a ballsy truck
stop waitress. Maybe it was the cigarettes, but I suspected she always sounded
that way. The toughness of her voice and attitude fought against the face of an
angel.

When she was
relaxed, Raven was the picture of innocence. When she was feisty, she was sex
kitten personified. When she was angry, I worried she would neuter me.
Raven
was a winning combination.

“What’s with all
the wolf tats?” she asked, tracing the one on my back. “Wait, is there a sob
story behind them because I’m not really interested in pitying you.”

Glancing over my
shoulder at her, I smirked. “Lone wolf, daisy. My wolves are always alone.”

“And the skulls
and grim reaper tats are because you’re a bad ass, I take it,” she said, now
examining the Reapers Motorcycle Club tattoo. “This was once a Devils tat,
right? Aaron said it was a bitch to cover up.”

“Yeah.”

Raven likely
heard my dark tone because she stopped messing with my tattoos and focused on
the line of hair from my belly button to where I quickly got hard. If she hoped
to distract my bad mood with another round of sex, she was successful.

Finally dressed
and out the door, I was ready to eat a big lunch and enjoy Raven at her place.
The whole scenario of following her from the bar to the Johansson property was
set in my head. All I needed to do was keep Raven from getting any ideas about
returning to abstinence.

We walked to the
underground garage where my bikes and truck were parked.

“Here’s my hog,”
I said, gesturing at the mint black Harley. “You might remember it from the
time it was between your legs.”

Raven shrugged.
“I’ve seen bigger.”

Laughing, I
kissed the top of her head. “You are such a little liar, peaches.”

“Stop with the
nicknames.”

“I’ll find one
that fits you then you’ll have it tatted on your ass and the world will
applaud. Just you wait, dumpling.”

Raven tried to
act offended, but she was in a good mood and her smiles came easily. Climbing
on the Harley, she sighed.

“Lark warned me
about you,” she said, resting her cheek against my back. “Said you were
charming and funny. She’s right. You are funny. The charming crap might be a
figment of her imagination brought on from all those pregger hormones.”

Glancing back at
her, I grinned. “Hey, sugar, if you want charming, I’ll charm the shit out of
you. First, we eat.”

Raven tightened
her grip around me as I started the Harley. During the ride to Denny’s, my mind
wandered. The last twelve hours had changed me somehow. From watching Raven
fighting to finding her at the bar to taking her home and now with her wrapped
around me, I was different.
I didn’t like different.

When we arrived,
I decided to put a stop to the lies I was telling myself about Raven. Instead
of showing her how I felt, I was cold. I didn’t open the door for her or wait
for her to walk with me to the table. As I looked over the menu, I pretended Raven
wasn’t sitting feet from me with a frown plastered on her face.

We ordered then
I stared out of the window. Raven sighed, took out her phone, and ignored me.
Now, I was irritated to have her focus off me.

“You’re being
rude,” I told her.

Lifting her gaze
to mine, Raven smiled slowly. It was a predator’s smile and I found myself
turned on.

“If I don’t pay
attention, will you cry?” she asked.

I smirked.
“Maybe. Are you willing to risk it?”

“No skin off my
ass if you embarrass yourself.”

“Cheater,” I
said, leaning back. “Talking about your ass to win an argument is bullshit.”

Raven’s smile
faded. “You suck.”

“True. Just long
enough to make you scream.”

“Don’t act cute
now. If you want to treat me like shit, that’s your right. I can give as good
as I get.”

“Are we talking
about fucking again?”

Raven’s
expression ended my smile. In that moment, I remembered why she was abstaining.
She had bad luck with men. They jerked her around and I was doing it now. When
faced with their bullshit, she walked away and shut down her feelings. I was
risking the same thing. Unwilling to end our new fuck buddies arrangement, I
sighed.

“I’m sorry. I’m not
used to this morning after chatting stuff.”

“Then, why did
you want to chat?”

“You’re the
first chick I’ve banged that was in the crew.”

“Banged?” Raven
said, grinning. “Now, that’s the lack of romance I was looking for from our
relationship.”

“I don’t want
you getting clingy,” I said, throwing the blame on her.

Raven reacted
just as I expected with a middle finger in my direction. Grinning, I took her
hand and stroked the bruised fingers.

“Why the Thunderdome?”

“I have only a
few skills and I’ve already tried stripping.”

“You were a
stripper?” I asked, lifting an eyebrow and remembering her dance in the shower
earlier. “Like with lap dances?”

Raven yanked her
hand away. “Don’t judge me.”

“I’m not,” I
said, kicking her foot under the table. “Don’t be so sensitive.”

“People think
strippers are all whores and that’s bullshit. I mean, I’m a little bit of a whore
and most of the girls I knew were too, but some weren’t. It’s a fucked up
stereotype.”

“Maybe the
non-whores were the exceptions to the rule?”

“Eat shit,
jackass.”

“You’re sure
protective of those non-whore strippers.”

Raven smiled a
bit. “One of them was really sweet. She was taking care of her sick mom. You
shouldn’t assume anything about people.”

“You assumed I
was an asshole.”

“I didn’t assume
shit. I knew you were an asshole. Everyone told me you were and they weren’t
wrong.”

Laughing, I took
her hand back in mine. “I don’t like seeing someone as hot as you bruised up, but
I don’t judge you fighting for money. We all do what we can. Look at me and my
work. Not exactly a dream job, but I’m big, strong, and don’t mind hurting
people. Not a lot of jobs for a guy with my skill set. I was never good at
school. I hate computers and have no patience with fixing things. I had the
choice of being an enforcer or a gigolo.”

Raven smacked my
hand away. “Stop being charming, you dipshit.”

“I’ll try, but
it just comes so naturally for me.”

“Why not a
gigolo?”

“I’m too shy.”

Raven laughed.
“That’s too bad. I’d pay to fuck you.”

“Of course, you
would. I’d totally pay to have you give me a lap dance.”

“You couldn’t
afford me.”

“I don’t know. I’ve
been saving up for something special. This could be it.”

Resting her arms
on the table then her head against them, Raven smiled at me. “You’re such a
pompous ass. Normally, I’d hate that, but I find it endearing in you. I guess
it’s the friends crap.”

“Probably,” I
said, stroking her lips with my finger. “How long do you think you’ll fight at
the Thunderdome?”

“Until they
outlaw walkers in the cage.”

“That long,
huh?”

“If I keep
getting my ass kicked, I’ll need a walker by twenty five. You fucking me will
probably speed up the process.”

“It’s true. What
I lack in creativity, I make up for by being a vigorous fucker.”

As Raven studied
me with a heavenly expression, I was overwhelmed with the urge to hold her. I
also had the urge to keep my balls out of her purse. It was a tough call, but
my ass remained on my side of the table.

“So what happens
now?” she asked when our food arrived. “Do we call each other when we’re horny
then hook up and go our separate ways?”

“I’d need to keep
you on speed dial.”

“Like do we hook
up on weekends or what? Or do we just act like friends now?”

“Why act? Are
you saying you don’t like me?”

Raven grinned.
“Don’t force me to make you cry here, Vaughn.”

“Man, I love
when you say my name,” I murmured. “I prefer when you scream it. Either way, it
sounds great in your voice.”

“My truck stop
waitress voice?”

“Your Demi Moore
voice. It’s sexy.”

“Imagine my voice
on a kid. Just weird.”

“Probably, but
you’re not a kid anymore.”

“True.”

“So you grew up
here in Ellsberg?”

“Off and on. My
mom was always chasing some loser. Sometimes, the loser left the state trying
to outrun her.”

Raven’s mom was
a bitch. While Lark never said so, Bailey did often and loudly. I knew the
stepdad was a fucker too and I’d enjoyed stealing his prized antique car and
watching Aaron trash “Gloria.”

“You’re Cooper’s
age. Did you two ever hook up in high school?”

“Would you cry
if I said yes?”

Rolling my eyes,
I felt the heat of jealousy in my gut. I didn’t expect Raven to be a virgin. In
fact, I was thrilled she wasn’t since I was too lazy to train chicks. I might
not care that she’d fucked guys before, but I didn’t want those guys to be my
boss or friends.

“I had
boyfriends in high school and I don’t cheat. Cooper was hot, but he wanted a
bang and hang chick. I wanted to fall in love and have a man save me.”

“Save you from
what?” I asked in a low tense voice, imagining the horrors of shitty stepdads
and their wandering eyes.

“I don’t know,”
Raven said and I believed her. “I don’t like having anyone tell me what to do
and I feel strong enough to survive on my own. Still, I wanted to be the damsel
saved by my knight. It was stupid, but I kept thinking each guy was the one to
make me happy. I’d latch on and they’d suck and I’d ignore it. They say love
makes people blind, but I think it’s just desperation. I was desperate to be in
love, so I was blind to anything that might interfere with my fantasy.”