Page 8 of Outlaw

“So, if I give you eight weeks, you can take this kid to the Grand Canyon—”

“Yellowstone.”

“Whatever… then I can bring you in.”

Dear God, is he actually going to let me go? My heart slams against my chest and my throat goes dry.

He growls under his breath. “I can’t believe I’m fucking doing this.” His large body lifts from the couch and he pushes it away from the door. His tone is deep and commanding as he says, “You’ll live with me. You don’t leave unless I tell you to leave. You don’t eat unless I tell you to eat. You don’t sleep unless I tell you to sleep. And if you even think about disobeying even once… this is over.” He rolls his eyes. “And if I call St. Michael’s and find out this is all bullshit, I’ll tie you up and spank your ass all the way to the police station. Do you understand me?”

Tying me up and spanking my ass doesn’t sound all that bad. In fact, my clit is rumbling at the thought of his big hands all over me, but that’s not what we’re doing here.

“What about work?” I ask.

“I drive you there, I pick you up, and you’ll wear a tracker at all times. You tell anyone about this…”

“Why would I tell anyone? I’m the criminal.”

“Tell anyone and this will end ugly.” His tone darkens as he says, “I won’t have any mercy for you.”

I nod and walk toward him, reaching my arms up for a hug.

He stares at me, solid and stoic. “What are you doing?”

“I’m thanking you. You don’t have to do this.”

He grumbles under his breath. “It’s for the kid. You’re a criminal.”

“Okay, well… what can I do for you in the meantime? I have to repay you somehow.” I wonder if I should go back into seductress mode. That had to have had some effect on him, and I wouldn’t mind finishing him off.

“You don’t owe me anything. Your bounty will be enough for the trouble.”

Oh right, I’m still a paycheck.

I don’t know why, but I grin. “How much am I worth?”

“A hundred grand. It’s the biggest I’ve seen in a while. You crossed state lines, so you really shot yourself in the foot.”

“I hadn’t thought about state lines or federal implications. I was only thinking about Danny.”

“What do we tell people around town? I mean, you noticed me. Won’t they?”

“Doubt it. You’re my case. I’ve studied you most. As far as anyone knows, you’re my girlfriend.” He sighs. “You hold my hand, and you go with the flow. I don’t have many visitors so I’m not expecting much hoopla. That, or you can be my prisoner. I keep you locked in the basement and let you out when it’s time to satisfy me.”

He doesn’t laugh, but I think he’s joking. My clit throbs either way.

Why would being held prisoner make me horny? Maybe it’s not the prisoner part. Maybe it’s the part where this big, rough, rugged dude ties me up and does dirty things to me.

My panties soak instantly. Yup, that’s it. Clearly, this is the fantasy I didn’t know I was looking for.

Too bad I had to rob a bank to realize it.

I glare up at Outlaw, feeling playfully devious given the freedom high I’m on. “That was like my first blow job. So, how was it?”

He rolls his eyes and opens the door to the bar, bringing with it a rush of cool air. Summer in the mountains is the perfect temperature. Low seventies with a light breeze. “Move.”

I don’t have much at my new place, but still, I wonder if I should ask to stop and grab some things. As we move out of the bar, I decide against it. I’ve already asked for enough tonight. If I can get through the next few months without an issue, it’ll be a miracle.

We walk down the street, brushing against each other side by side against the backdrop of the small town. Since I left home, I hadn’t stopped to think how unsafe I felt. I was too busy running. But right here, next to this giant, I feel… warm. Warm and safe. Next to him, no one and nothing could hurt me. I guess my brain glazes over the fact that he himself could turn me in, but even in that, there’s comfort. He knows me… all of me… and he still chose to help.

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