OUTLAW KING(22)

I saw the look on Aunt Jane’s face. “Maybe I do get it, Lindsey. Maybe I’m scared for you.”

“Let me be scared for me. Jim can’t control me. It’s not right and fair. I refuse it. You shouldn’t either. I can’t stand this place!”

Aunt Jane hurried to me and grabbed my arms. “Stop right now. Do not bring attention to yourself.”

“What?”

“Shit. I didn’t want to tell you like this…”

“Like what?” I asked.

“You need to just stay with this,” Aunt Jane said. “I’m going to leave Jim. Soon. Things aren’t good in this house. I know that. But I can’t just bolt right now. I have to consider everything around me.”

My jaw dropped. “I’m… I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?”

“He’s your husband. That can’t be easy.”

“That’s for me to worry about. Not you. Just please stay with me on all of this.”

“So when you leave… we leave… me and King…”

My heart started to race.

Aunt Jane smirked. “I can’t stop you from what you want. From what you love.”

I threw my arms around Aunt Jane.

I was happy. I felt bad for her.

We stood there and cried as we hugged.

Things were finally going to change.

Things were going to be good.

Or so I thought.





16


(King) *NOW*

I MADE a fist and pounded it against the door. I couldn’t stop thinking about the ring. I couldn't stop thinking about what I’d do if that * answered the door. I didn’t believe for a second that Linds would be that kind of woman to go back to a guy like that, but sometimes people were scared and didn’t know what to do.

Shit, it wasn’t her goddamn fault.

“Who is it?” Linds’s voice asked through the door.

“King,” I said. “I need to talk to you, sweetie.”

The door opened. I knew it would. She could never resist me. And f*ck me for thinking that. Fuck me for taking advantage of her desire for me.

“What, King?”

“I didn’t mean to take off like that, okay? I just didn’t know what to do when I saw the ring. Christ, sweetie, I haven’t seen you in how long? And the first time I see you some * is throwing a backhand across your face. Then I see you’re engaged? That’s hard to swallow. I was supposed to be…” I shook my head. “Fuck it. It doesn’t matter. I’m sorry I left.”

“Your face is glittering,” she said. “Where did you go?”

“A strip club,” I said without hesitation.

Linds shut the door.

I grabbed the knob and turned it. “Sweetie, I didn’t do anything. Trust me, I had the chance. There’s nobody I want but you. I’ve been inside all that time thinking about what I’d do to you if I got out. I’m standing right here.”

Linds opened the door again. She was wearing a white t-shirt that stopped just above her knee.

“I’m not engaged,” she said. “I never was. He gave me a ring as a promise. I was drunk and took it from him, like an idiot. All I’ve ever known is what my aunt has done in life. So I tried to find comfort when you weren’t around.”

“I’m here right now,” I said.

“For how long?”

“Does that f*cking matter?”

Linds swallowed. “No.”

I stepped into the apartment. I shut the door behind me. I locked both locks, making it very clear that I wasn’t going anywhere for the rest of the night.

I had one clear goal in mind - to wake up tomorrow with my girl in my arms.



OUR LIPS and tongues fought as though the world was coming to an end. I put her on her soft bed and realized it was the first time I was touching a real bed in a long f*cking time. Close to two years had gone by since I had to chance to be free, to be wild, to be a f*cking outlaw.

But there I was, kissing Linds, my hands touching her soft legs.

She quickly made a move, grabbing between my legs over my jeans. I grabbed her wrist and put her hand to the bed.

I broke the kiss and stood up from the bed.

“No, sweetie,” I growled. “Tonight, I’m in complete control. You don’t do a f*cking thing until I tell you too. Got it?”

“Yes,” she said. “Fuck, yes.”

“Take that f*cking t-shirt off your beautiful body,” I said. “I need to see you before I taste you.”

Linds popped up to her elbows and thrust her chest out at me, f*cking flirting with me. What a bold move to make. I f*cking loved it. I reached for the bottom of the white shirt and stuck my hands right under. I followed her skin all the way to her bare breasts. It had been such a long time since I touched her tits. My big hands cupped her easily, just like before. I felt the stiffness of her nipples grazing against my palms. My cock slithered and twisted in my jeans, a beast ready to come out and play.

First things first though…

I slid my hands up even more and took the shirt up and over Linds’s head. How interesting she was wearing a white shirt. A color of innocence yet there was nothing innocent about what I planned on doing to her right then.