OUTLAW KING(20)

“I’m not going to f*ck around, bad boy,” Sabrina said. She reached back and unhooked her top. She wiggled her shoulders and arms and just like that she was topless. “You like these?” she asked as she cupped her tits, letting her thumbs roll over her nipples.

“You know I do,” I said. “Quit with the dumb talk.”

“Oh, tough guy,” she said. “So what do you want me to do first?”

“You’re the expert. I’m just a criminal outlaw, right?”

Sabrina walked to me and climbed right up on me. Her hands touched my face. “But you’re so f*cking sexy though, bad boy. I bet you drive all the ladies wild. Your cock has been everywhere, huh?”

She put the tip of her nose to mine and flirted. Her breath smelled like mint and her skin was like cherry. The combo, along with her slithering body against mine sent a simple message right to my dick.

I was hard within seconds.

No big shock there.

Sabrina rocked her body against the bulge in my jeans. Then she smiled and bit her lip for a second.

“Damn, you’re really big, aren’t you?” she whispered.

“You have no idea,” I said.

Her lips grazed my neck. Then she went to my ear. “My shift ended an hour ago, bad boy. This is all for me. Have what you want. Right now.”

I touched the small of her back, feeling her moving back and forth against me.

Goddamn, it’s been so long since I’ve had a woman like this… outside prison… a free man… no worries…

My grip tightened to her waist. I stopped her from moving. I pulled her as tight as I could. My dick raged, wanting to explore the depths of her *.

I put my head back and Sabrina looked down at me. Her blue eyes were full of lust, ready to f*ck. She lowered her nose down to mine again. She gently rocked her chest against mine, pressing her tits. They weren’t big but they weren’t small. Nice and firm. They’d look great bouncing as she f*cked me.

My hands eased down to her ass and that’s when I stood up. Sabrina locked her legs around me. I grabbed at her though and pulled her off me. I stood her up and walked her to a wall. I thrust my dick at her, holding her against the wall.

“Anything you want and need,” she whispered. “Just have me, bad boy.”

I gritted my teeth. I put my lips within a centimeter of her lips.

Then I turned my head away.

“Fuck,” I said.

“What is it?” Sabrina asked. Her lips were against my ear. “Tell me. Let me take it away. I can do anything to you and for you.”

That’s where Sabrina was wrong.

I slipped away and left the room without a word.

The heavy bass of the music hit me as I made a straight line for Knox.

“What, you done already?” Knox asked.

I put a hand to his chest and drove him against the wall. “Listen to me, brother. I need to talk to you tomorrow. First thing. No f*cking around. I didn’t get out of this mess by accident. You enjoy your night tonight, brother, but tomorrow shit gets real.”

“Where are you going?” Knox asked. “We worked this out for you.”

“This isn’t for me, Knox. None of this shit it. I’ve got somewhere else to be.”

“I hope you know what you’re f*cking doing,” Knox said.

“You know what? I have no f*cking clue what I’m doing. But I don’t care.”

We hugged and I bolted out of the strip club.

Some outlaw, huh?

Running away from a strip club where there were women willing to do anything to me and I was climbing back on my motorcycle to go back to an old flame.

“A ring,” I whispered.

I had f*cking got pissed off over a ring? I took off when Linds was showing me her heart because of a ring. A f*cking tiny little diamond that meant nothing other than ooh’s and aah’s of those who saw it.

But we both knew the truth.

We didn’t need a f*cking ring.

We were meant to be together.





15


(Lindsey) *THEN*

AUNT JANE CAME WALKING into the kitchen. She put down a clothing magazine in front of me. “Almost time for school shopping again.”

“I’m too old for that,” I said. “Well, to go with you.”

“So you can take my car and use my money but I can’t go with you?”

“Exactly,” I said with a smile.

“Teenagers,” Aunt Jane said.

“Hey, I’m a legal adult now,” I said.

“But you still have one more year of high school.”

Jim appeared in the kitchen, a buttoned down shirt tucked in, his black hair slicked back like he was about to sell something. He opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water.

“Mail?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Aunt Jane said. She casually slid the clothing magazine to me. “Nothing good though. All junk.”

“Junk is good,” Jim said. “Better than f*cking bills.”

“Language,” Aunt Jane said.

“What?” Jim asked. “Lindsey needs to learn about bills anyway. Living free and large in this house won’t cut it for much longer.”

“Stop it,” Aunt Jane said.