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“I’m going to bed. Follow me to your room.”

“Oh.” She speaks as though she’s disappointed.

Why do I ache like I don’t want to disappoint her?

Her heat follows close behind as I guide her down the hall toward the back room. This is the first time I’ve thought about how she could escape. I have no alarms, and at any point in the night she could climb out the window or make a run for the door. Nothing would stop her. If I were her, I would leave first chance I got. Sure, we’re chatty now but trust isn’t something I give out. It’s earned. She hasn’t earned it.

“You’re sleeping with me.”

She glances toward me. “What?”

“I don’t trust you not to run. You’ll sleep with me until I come up with something else.”

Her brows narrow. “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“No. You’ll sleep in the bed. It’s big. There’s plenty of space.” I draw in a deep breath. If this were any other situation, I’d offer to take the floor myself, but I’m not letting her think she’s special. This is a need-based scenario. She sleeps next to me so I can feel the bed move. It’s the only security I have right now. So, this is what’s happening. The end.

“Okay.” Her tone sounds embarrassed as she whispers, “Do you have a t-shirt or something? I don’t have anything to wear.”

Fucking hell, this keeps getting worse. I don’t want to see her in my clothes.

I pull open the drawer and toss her a plain black shirt that I haven’t worn in years. I don’t wear it, so seeing her in it won’t be a big deal. It’s just fabric. It’s just fucking fabric.

With the t-shirt on the bed, I turn away and tuck into the bathroom to change. When the door closes behind me, I panic. She could be running out now, heading for the hills, but I need to relax. We’ll have to separate for bathroom breaks. At least now I’m awake so I wouldn’t be far behind if she ran.

I’m really going to need alarms.

For as much as I know, this trip to the bathroom should be short. If I don’t put some cold water on my face or jerk off, I’m not going to make it through the night without dreams of her tight little pussy clenching down on top of me.

Fuck!

I twist on the shower and climb in, running cool water down over my back as I think about what to do next. I can install security tomorrow. In a matter of hours, I could have alarms on all the doors and the windows, run electric wire around the perimeter of the house, and I can jerk off in the shower to keep whatever hormones I’m feeling at bay.

I grip hold of my slick cock and shut my eyes as the water turns warm and my imagination runs back to the bar.

Her curved frame bent in front of me, sucking hard on my cock while she moaned, gagged, licked. She wanted to turn me on. She wanted to make me come.

I stroke my cock faster and faster as thoughts of bending her over and sinking in take over me. My cock inside her tight core, taking her for the first time. She’s so little, so untouched. I imagine tugging her hair and gripping her hips, pulling her into me closer. She’d like that. She’d like my cock deep inside of her. I can tell by the way she touched me, by the way she looked at me afterward. She wants more.

I stroke faster, imagining her silky-smooth pussy on my cock as she bounces and moans. I wonder if she likes it rough. I wonder if she likes to be spanked. I’d slap her tits, spank her ass, and come all over her face before ordering her to lick my cock clean.

My thighs tense and I explode in the shower, biting back a growl as I rinse off this fucked up state of mind.

At least now, I should be able to hold off these urges… for tonight.

Chapter Five

Faith

If I could think of anything other than Outlaw’s giant cock, that would be nice. I mean, maybe then I’d have run last night when he was in the shower, but I couldn’t. I’m stuck in this weird limbo of thinking maybe he wants me to seduce him and thinking he’s actually repulsed by me and everything I stand for. Either way, my clit is throbbing, and my thighs are aching for relief. I’m not sure I’ve ever been this turned on. Clearly, it’s clouding my judgment.

I blow out a heavy breath and roll toward the window. If I breathe him in any longer, I’ll probably die right here of desperation. Can that happen? Can a person die from sexual frustration?

I guess we’ll find out.

I think it was an excuse teenage boys made in those after-school movies. Maybe that’s the reason I chose abstinence. I didn’t want to accidentally kill anyone. Murder seems like a much larger charge than robbery. Honestly, though, I know in a few months my life is down the drain anyway, so maybe I should hop on this dude’s dick right now, take it for a spin, and live life like it’s meant to be lived.

The clock in front of me blinks. It’s four a.m. I must have slept a little. I’m awake like I did, though that doesn’t mean much. I’m pretty sure I was restless all night. I can’t figure out why Outlaw would do this for me. It doesn’t make sense. He could turn me in right now for a hundred grand. My nephew has had his surgery. They can’t rip the heart from his chest, so the dangerous aspect of this whole thing is over.

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