Beautiful Outlaw(28)

Unable to resist her taste, I wrap her up in my arms, pulling her close as my lips meet hers again. Holding nothing back, I run the tip of my tongue over the seam of her lips, pulling a gasp from her. I take full advantage and plunge my tongue into her mouth, finding hers with a delicious slide. Her taste is intoxicating, a mixture of chocolate and something that is just her. There’s no label for it, just pure fuckin’ ambrosia.

She’s hesitant at first but slowly returns my kiss. Each stroke of our tongues has my dick pushing at my zipper, begging to get close to her. I want her; I need her, but now is not the time. Focusing on her mouth and the pleasure it can give me, I continue my assault. With each sweep of my tongue against hers, a slow fire burns a path through me. The need to bury myself in her pussy is overwhelming, but before I lose control and lead her to the bed, I pull back.

Looking into her eyes, seeing the same fire in them as I’m sure is in mine, I smile. “I always take care of what’s mine.”





You and Me


Shay

I didn’t quite make Bowie’s five minute time line, but I’m close. Zipping the back pack, I swiped from Rachel’s room, I slide it on and walk out of my bedroom. Each step I take closer to Bowie has my heart picking up a beat. I’m not sure what happened, but my kiss of gratitude turned into much more than a simple thank you. In fact, I’ve never been kissed like that before in my entire life.

Something has changed between us, something big. Over the last week, I could feel the difference. It’s like I was a shadow before, as far as he was concerned, barely visible to him. Now, I’m his sole focus. I didn’t miss when he called me his woman, but I chose to ignore it. I’m not sure how I feel about him saying that, but I think I may like it.

“Ready to go?” He asks as I walk into the living room.

Nodding my head, I walk over to the door. “Yeah, I want to get to Mom as soon as we can.”

“Did you call Nina or Priss and let them know you were heading out?”

“No,” I murmur, wondering how in the world I could’ve forgotten the people that have been keeping me sane the last few months. Today is Nina’s birthday, and Rachel took her out for a mother-daughter spa day. I was invited, but I decided to stay home and make her a cake instead. “I didn’t even think about it.”

I watch as he pulls out his cell and starts to type out a message. A second later, it’s back in his pocket and he’s walking towards me. “I got it covered. Let’s hit the road.”

He walks past me to the door then holds it open for me. As we walk outside, he lays a hand on the small of my back and follows me off the porch. “You know shit changed for us a few minutes ago, right?”

I have no idea how to answer, not sure exactly what brought on the change, so I simply shrug.

“I’m gonna lay it out for you,” he explains as he leads me to his bike. “I’ve decided to give this a go, you and me.”

I hesitate, not sure how to respond. “What do you mean, you and me?”

He stops; using his finger in my belt loop to stop me in my tracks. “I want you; I wanted you the moment your brother showed me your picture, fuckin’ years ago. Now that you’re that girl again, I’m claiming you as mine.”

His? What the heck? “You can’t just claim me.”

“I already did.”

“No, no, no,” I shake my head as his words send a wave of fear crashes into me. “I just escaped one man that thought he owned me, I don’t want another one.”

“You can get that shit out of your head right now. I’m nothing like that fuckin’ bastard. I won’t try to change you. I’ll just give you a chance to be the woman you want to be, no holds barred.”

I run his words through my mind, over and over again. As I do, the look on his face when we first met works its way into my thoughts. “You didn’t want me when I first met you. You acted like you couldn’t get away from me fast enough.”

He looks straight into my eyes, letting me see his determination. “The up-tight bitch that got off the bus isn’t you. She was some fucked up doll that your husband created, and I fuckin’ hated her. This is you, and I want you.”

His words send me back on my heels. So much of what he says is true, that wasn’t me, but I have to wonder if the person I am now is real either. I haven’t been me in so long that I’m not sure. Either way, if I don’t know who I am, I’m sure Bowie doesn’t. “You don’t know me. There’s no way you can want me.”

He places his hands on my cheeks, forcing me to look into his eyes. “I do know you, and anything that I don’t know, I’ll find out once you’re in my bed.”