Page 6 of Outlaw

“I was robbing a bank. Of course I planned it. I chose out of the way banks that had low security.” She swallows hard. “You have no idea the things love can make you do.”

“So, this is a crime of passion? There’s someone else involved?”

“Nope. I did this on my own.”

“Are you protecting someone? You know they don’t love you, right? If they loved you, you wouldn’t have to do this.”

She shakes her head and sighs. “I should talk to a lawyer.”

“You’re not hearing me, little girl. There’s no lawyer in the world that can get you out of this.”

“Stop calling me little girl. I’m a grown woman.”

I laugh. “You’re a little girl. How old are you… twenty-four? You can’t be much older than that.”

“Twenty-two.” She wets her lips and walks toward me.

What the hell is happening? My cock drives hard against the fabric of my jeans and the common sense that should be in my head has emptied into my dick.

Her small hand lands on my shoulders and drags down my chest. She kneels in front of me, her gaze directly in my eyes as she rubs her hand over my cock. “Clearly, you need to be taken care of. So, let’s cut a deal.”

“With all due respect, little girl, that’s not happening.” I hope this last-ditch effort works, because it’s all the sanity I have left. I can feel my willpower unraveling. I’m pretty sure at this point I’m an embarrassment of a bounty hunter.

She rubs her hand down the length of my cock and back again. “I did what I had to do, and I’d do it again.” She unbuckles the top button of my jeans and slides down the zipper.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

I need to be stronger than this.

“At the end of the day, we’re all just animals. Wouldn’t you agree?” She strokes my cock in her hand. “We’re all suffering, desperately stalking our next kill.” Her tongue slides onto the tip and her long hair brushes over her shoulder. “We do what feels good. What we need to for survival.” Her warm mouth drops onto my cock, and she sucks it hard.

Maybe this is all a lie. Maybe she’s not a virgin. Maybe she’s done this a hundred times to a hundred different bounty hunters across every state she’s been in.

I should push her off me and demand respect, but fucking hell she feels good. Her little head bobs up and down on my cock as she licks and sucks with pressure.

My palms ache to touch her back, to run my fingers through her hair, to tug, to spank, to punish her for being so damn naughty.

With her tongue swirling, she pulls off with a pop and glares up at me. “So, can we help each other, or should I stop?”

My heart slams against my chest. Every cell in my body knows I should turn her in. She’s clearly playing me.

“You should sit back down,” I manage, clearly lacking the authority I walked in here with.

She wipes her lips and steps backward, biting back a grin. “Okay, but side note, that’s a pretty impressive dick.”

I swallow hard and tuck my cock back into my jeans. Well, I’m officially mortified. If the guys find out I’m falling for this shit, I’ll never be respected again.

“You need to start at the beginning and go slow. I need every detail. Every breath you took, and every move you made. If you lie, your animal theory will prove right because I’ll throw you to the wolves. Understand?”

She stares toward me and wets her thick, pink lips. “Understood.”

Chapter Three

Faith

I sucked his cock. I did it. I pulled that man’s dick straight from his pants and put it in my mouth.

I’m losing my mind. Who does stuff like that? Not real people. People on TV do stuff like that. It’s where I got the idea, actually. Television writers should be careful. They give people steps on how to commit crimes all the time. I watched an entire season of this bank heist show before I started robbing. They had a lot of good ideas.

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