Page 16 of Outlaw

I smile, fighting back tears. “I appreciate you and I know you mean well, but you have to turn me in. Too many people know where I am. I’ll never live normally. Not ever. And what does that mean for you?” I close my eyes and push back the wetness that falls.

Outlaw reaches out and stops the tears with this thumb. “I thought about this a lot on the way up here. You already have a new ID, a new life. The cops don’t know to associate Tilly with the charges. All they have is a blurry photo of a blonde woman. Truthfully, I’d have walked right past you had I not been studying your picture. I can talk to my buddy. I’ll pay him off if I have to.”

“But what happens when—”

He leans into my lips again, crushing his mouth against mine with intensity. His lips open and he draws my tongue into his mouth. My tits press against his chest, and I’m lost.

“Don’t worry about what happens next. I’ll take care of you.” His tone is low as he says, “Tell me you understand.”

I stare up at him, my lips stinging with need, my pussy aching, my thighs quivering. I’ve never been this taken care of in my life. I’ve worked since the time I was fourteen. My family always needed me to bring in money. And when my sister passed, I took on every burden the family had.

“You just met me. You’ll be bored with all this in a month. I can’t—”

His thumb draws across my lower lip. “You’re thinking too much. I know what I feel. You’re mine to care for. I knew the second I saw you.”

He leans into my lips again and brushes his hand across my ass, squeezing hard. His cock lays rigid in his jeans and I’m soaking wet. If I didn’t feel something for him too, I’d think he was full of it, but I do.

I feel so much for him.

I want to fall into his arms and lose myself against his giant frame. I want to tell him all my secrets and hear all of his. I want to stay up late at night and share thoughts on how the world is all messed up until we fall asleep in each other’s arms. And the next day, I want to do all that over again. But doing that means putting him in danger too, and that’s not fair. He stole cookies from a cookie jar, not two million dollars.

I lay against his chest and close my eyes, listening to the sound of his heart beat steady.

“I know what you’re thinking.” His tone is gruff. “Stop it.”

“What?”

“You’re thinking you’re going to turn yourself in. I won’t let you. I’ll make you my sex slave before I let that happen.”

I laugh and lean back, staring up at him. “You can’t stop me. You’re a good guy. I’m not going to make you an accomplice to this.”

He narrows his gaze. “You’re not making me anything. I make my own choices, little girl. And now… I make yours too.”

I swallow hard. I don’t know why I like the sound of that. I shouldn’t. I’m an independent woman.

“Really?” I say playfully. “I’m just a little girl and you make all my choices? That’s kind of… the opposite of what women want these days.”

“You’d be within your rights to go on strike, but fair warning… disobedience turns me on. So… I’m not sure how far you’ll make it.”

I bite back a smile and lean into his lips. “You must be really turned on then, because I’m a bad… bad girl.”

He turns me around and smacks my ass. “Yes… you are.”

Chapter Eight

Outlaw

“Take off that dress,” I growl. “I need to see all of you.”

Faith tugs at the straps of her sundress, and bit by bit, the fabric falls onto the gravel, with her bra and panties slowly joining it. Her arms pass over her chest and stomach as though she’s suddenly shy.

I push them away and lift her slightly until her hard nipples are brushing against my tongue. Fucking hell. I might die today.

A cool breeze drifts off the lake and she shivers in my arms.

I’d wanted to take my time, light some candles, get us a nice room up in the mountains overlooking the lake. I’d wanted to massage her shoulders and make her feel loved. I wanted her first time to be special, but here we are, my cock so fucking hard I’m feral. A wild man, lost in physical urges.

I sink my fingers into her juicy wetness as she leans back on my bike.

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