OUTLAW KING(11)

I didn’t plan on running into her in some bar at the end of town, but that’s what happened. She was on a date with some f*cking guy who was hanging with a few of his boys. Me and the Reap had stopped in to wet our whistles before moving on to deal with something else.

As soon as I laid my eyes on her, I was done for a little bit. I told Knox and Matteo to cover me because I had unfinished business. That’s just how it was with Linds.

The second I slid up next to her, she looked at me, a little shocked, and she leaned in and put her head on my shoulder. I grabbed for her hand and there were a few seconds where life felt amazing again. The way she fit into my arms was like a f*cking puzzle.

“How are you?” I had whispered into her ear.

“Get me out of here, King,” she whispered back.

Not a f*cking problem, sweetie.

That’s how we ended up out back in the parking lot of the bar.

Her legs wrapped tight around my body, my hands already up her shirt, cupping her tits over her bra. She was beyond f*cking beautiful and would forever remain perfect in the pages of my book.

“Tell me, sweetie,” I said.

Linds grabbed my face, digging her pampered nails into my skin. Our eyes locked tight. Dark eyes on dark eyes. Eyes that had been through hell and back together. Eyes that had seen shit that could never be unseen.

“Right now,” she whispered. “But hurry. I don’t have time.”

Lucky for me, Linds was wearing a skirt. All I had to do was lift her up off the hood of her car and flip that skirt up. My fingertips ran along the smooth skin of her legs all the way to her panties. I hooked my fingers right around the sides and pulled. No time to f*cking waste, right?

I tore her pink panties right off her legs. Being the * outlaw I was I put them right to my nose and took a deep breath. That sweet scent that I could never forget. And, no, it wasn’t just *. It was Linds’s *. She had her own smell, one that would forever be on the tip of my tongue and one that I would always seek out to indulge in.

Fuck, I wanted to eat her right there in the parking lot. But she wanted more than that from me right then. She wanted my cock. She wanted me inside her.

I tucked her panties into the back pocket of my jeans, a little souvenir of our random encounter. I slipped my right hand between her legs again, feeling the silky wetness of her slit. Her soft labia, peeling open like wet flower petals in a rain storm. I plunged two fingers right into her, needing to feel that sheathing warmth.

Her hips bucked at me, her hands grabbed for the hood of her car.

“Fuck,” she groaned.

“Still so tight,” I whispered and planted a kiss on her chin. I inched up to her lips. “Nobody’s touching this *, right? This is all mine, sweetie.”

“Then take it,” she purred.

We started to kiss and I dug my fingers deeper into her *.

Linds reached between my legs and grabbed at my jeans. She used both her hands to open my jeans and then both hands were down my pants, seeking out my thick and ready cock. And goddam, what a feeling that was. Having her right shove my jeans and boxers down, her left hand gripping tight to my heavy shaft. She pulled me free and stroked from root to tip, sliding the palm of her hand over the head of my cock, spreading a little pre-cum down the bottom of my shaft.

“Fuck, sweetie,” I said between kisses. “You better be f*cking ready for me.”

“Put something on and f*ck me,” she said.

The kiss broke and Linds looked down. I took a small step back and watched as her two hands played with my cock. I loved that sight. Her small hands racing up and down my shaft. Her left hand going to the hilt, getting a little lost in my pubic hair. Then she spread her hand across my manly fur while her right hand kept going. My veins were throbbing, my balls bouncing, filled with hot cum, ready to unleash on their target. Shit, sex was great, right? Fucking was just part of nature. But when you added in the feelings of the heart - the way I felt about Linds - and I could have probably shot my load right there.

I dug a condom out of my pocket (I always came prepared for a good f*ck) and tore the wrapper open. I tossed it to the ground. I put the condom on the tip of my dick and rolled it down my shaft.

Linds looked at me again, this time excitement flooding her eyes.

Man, did we love to f*ck. From the first time I took her virginity (and she had taken mine) right up until that moment, there was a deep connection when it came to that physical stuff with us.

I grabbed Linds at her hips and pulled her to the edge of the hood of the car. She wrapped her legs around me again. My cock touched her, feeling her burning heat even with a condom on. I sank forward, entering her, unable to control how f*cking hard I needed to have her. Every inch of my cock buried itself inside her as my tongue explored her mouth. She was left grabbing at my leather cut, hanging tight to one of the Reaper’s Bastards as she got herself a good f*ck.

I pulled back and thrust forward again.

My fingers dug into the flesh of her ass and I held her right where I wanted her. There was no escaping me now, no stopping me either.

Linds broke the kiss and put her head back.

“Oh, f*ck f*ck f*ck,” she groaned into the starry night sky above us.

We were far enough away from the bar that nobody would hear us. She was parked so that nobody could see us. Unless, of course, they were one of the cars parked next to hers. Even still, who gave a shit? If someone wanted to watch me f*ck my girl, then so be it.