His wild groans are my undoing, slamming me right into the heat, barricading me in by the electric pulses rushing through every cell in my body. I slump against him, nearly bucking myself off as he thrusts up hard. His hands take over, holding me steady, pushing and pulling me over his dick, riding out his own release. His heavy groan rumbles against my chest as his cock unleashes his warm seed, pump after thick pump.
We’re both struggling for air. Heavy panting breaths that can be heard throughout my entire apartment, and I’m so thankful Chassie isn’t here, or she’d be giving me some major grief about all the noise we’re making.
“Damn, baby.” He drops back onto the bed, letting out a panted breath. “Where the hell did you learn to fuck like that?” Not from my ex, that’s for sure. Our sex life was dull. At least, from my standpoint. “You drive me fucking insane, Payton. It’s so fucking intense. Every damn time.”
I’m smiling at the compliment. At least I know I’m good at something. Usually, people tell me all the things I do wrong, so it’s nice to hear something positive for a change. And coming from this man, that feels like a huge compliment. I’m sure he’s had his fair share of partners, and to have such a resounding effect on him, makes me want to gloat a bit.
“You aren’t too bad yourself, Outlaw. You sure do give one hell of a ride.”
He shifts to face me, pulling me in close. There’s a wolfish grin on his cheeks that does all kinds of things to my body. I won’t lie. I could go again and again with this man.
“So, what’s your story, Cowgirl?”
My story? My story is pretty pathetic.
I’m just a small-town girl who once believed she was something special. But when I went off to college, I realized I was just a small-town nobody. Nobody cared whether I’d been the captain of the cheerleading squad or had won every beautypageant I had ever entered. People didn’t know my name, nor did they care to. The only thing people cared about was that I was the girlfriend of Callum Tipson, the rising football star. So, that’s what I clung to. And that’s where I lost myself.
“Not much to tell. Just a simple girl who loves to dance and work with horses. Nothing special.”
“I’ve only known you for a blink, doll, but I can already tell that you are definitely somethin’ special.”
I turn to face him, wanting to cling to that belief so hard, but the only reason he feels that way is because I’m good at sex. I want to be more than just a pretty face and a good body. I want to be more than my parents’ daughter and Callum’s wife. I want to live wild and free and follow my dreams.
But… I can’t do that. I have no money to my name, and a job that pays minimum wage, along with an ex who won’t sign the divorce papers and has blocked me from all our bank accounts. I don’t even care about the money at this point, I just want out. I want out from my parents’ criticism. I want out of this marriage. I want out of everyone’s mouth as they gossip around town.
“I think you’re a little biased, Outlaw. At least, your dick is.” I wink.
He pushes me onto my back, his huge frame hovering above. “My dick may definitely be biased, but I can tell you, it’s been a long time since I’ve enjoyed someone’s company. Whatever shit’s in your head, don’t listen to it. You’re more than just a pretty face, Payton. You’re pretty damn fiery and a hell of a lot of fun to be with.”
“I think it’s time to stop talking.” I lean up, so close to his tempting mouth. “I think you need to show me how much fun you think I am.”
His lips tip up into that wolfish grin, making my body purr to life. “This pussy better be ready. I need you every which way I can have you.”
9
Cage
“You gonna walk me out, pretty girl, or are you going to make me do the walk of shame?” I give her a wink. Damn, I don’t want to leave, but she’s got to get to the stables. And I don’t want to make her late.
“Wouldn’t dare want you to feel ashamed.” She winks. “Come on, Outlaw. I’ll walk you out.”
“Leaving so soon?”
I nearly jump in spot, her roommate’s voice startling me half to death. The girl’s sitting on the couch drinking a cup of coffee. Tucked in the corner. Shit. I hadn’t realized anyone else was here. We were fucking crazy last night. Goin’ at it like animals. And the shit I was saying to Payton… Fuck. Now, I’m understanding the look on the girl’s face.
“Shit. You scared the crap out of me,” Payton gasps, grabbing her chest. “I thought you stayed with Dusty last night?” Shegulps, swallowing hard, no doubt coming to the same conclusion I just did. It’s possible her roommate heard everything.
“He was being an ass, so I decided not to.”
Now, Payton’s eyes are huge. Unfortunately, I’ve got no shame. Been living at the MC clubhouse for way too long. I’ve heard shit, seen shit, and done shit right in front of others, so I’m not all that embarrassed. Besides, it was one hell of a night. One of the best I’ve ever had. But my girl is embarrassed.
My girl?Shit. I’m fucking sunk.
“Oh. I… Um…” Payton’s at a loss for words, so I move in, offering my hand to the girl.
“Name’s Cage.”
“Chassie.” She takes my hand, giving me a firm shake. She’s surprisingly strong for a girl so petite.
