Page 13 of Condemned Soul

I’ll never admit to this woman how many times I’ve thought about it and as she walks toward me, I have to pull all my restraint together.

“You blew my mind, I wanted you in such a desperate way that nothing else mattered. I did love you, Jimmer.” She repeats those same words she hit me with earlier. “Hate me now all you want, but never doubt that.”

“Well, ain’t ya lookin’ pretty.” I look up at the Miss Manitou Springs float and see Joanne sitting on her throne. The long, blue sequin dress she’s wearing clings tight to her body, and the silver crown on her head makes her a complete contradiction to the girl who was in my bar drinking vodka a few nights ago.

“What are you doing here?” Her eyes dart around us and the panic on her face makes me laugh.

“We’re leading the procession, darlin’.” I pull on my leather gloves and try not to be distracted by the long leg that the slit in her dress reveals. It’s more classy than it is slutty, and I’m all about it.

“Your club?” Her eyes stretch open.

“That surprise ya?”

“Yeah, it surprises me. You’re… outlaws,” she whispers, still clearly paranoid about someone seeing us talking together.

“Not today. Today, we’re bike enthusiasts, and we’re raising funds for the new school mini-van.” I wink before I slide my sunglasses over my eyes and walk past the rest of the floats to join my brothers at the front.

“Hey, ain’t Miss Manito–”

“Yep.” I cut Vex off and take my saddle. Then starting up my engine, I lead the procession through our town.

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It’s dark and the streets are crowded with people still celebrating when Joanne joins me outside the bar, where I’m standing to watch the fireworks display.

“Town went all out this year.” She looks up and watches the colors explode in the sky, and suddenly the fireworks ain’t my focus, watching the different colors reflect against her milky skin and the way her eyes stretch in wonder at them is so much more intriguing.

“So, Miss Manitou Springs, huh?” I balance my cigarette between my lips so I can straighten her crown when I notice it’s tipped.

“Just following in my mother’s footsteps.” She smiles sadly. “It was expected of me, and I’m pretty sure it's the only reason I won.”

“Nah, I don’t think that.” I shake my head in disagreement.

“You don’t know me,” she points out, turning her head from the display so she can focus on me.

“True, but I can tell ya got certain qualities that would’ve put that crown on ya head.”

“What kind of qualities?” She laughs at me, her glossy lips so ripe it makes it impossible not to crave them.

“Strength, determination. I’ll bet you're not the kinda girl to take no for an answer.”

“You're right about that.” She does a quick check of our surroundings, before taking my hand in hers and rushing us toward the alley that runs down the side of my bar.

“What are ya doin’?” I ask once she’s pulled me into the shadows.

“You’ll see.” Despite the fact she’s wearing heels, she still has to stretch up on her toes for our lips to touch. Her delicate hands frame my face to hold me still as she gives them to me, and I feel all the blood rush to my head.

She kisses me, deep, her tongue rolling around mine, making me desperate for more, and I savor the way it feels because I’ve been wondering about it since that first night she came to my bar.

“You got a lot of nerve draggin’ me down here,” I warn her when she eventually pulls away.

“So, what have you got?” She bites her lip like she just laid down a challenge, and I decide to stop holding back and fuckin’ show her. Grabbing her by her shoulders I spin her around and slam her back against the cold, stone wall, then finding that hot, little slit in her pretty, sequin dress, I tear it open all the way to the top of her thigh and slide my hand into her panties. I read her face for any sign of fear or a signal for me to stop, but the bratty bitch just smiles like she’s getting exactly what she wants.

“I’ll ruin ya,” I warn as I stroke between her pussy lips

“Do your worst,” she dares, and I knock the smile off her face when I push two of my thick fingers inside her. Her eyes close and her mouth falls open as I fuck her clamped-tight pussy with my fingers, imagining how incredible it’s gonna feel to have my cock inside her.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight. My cock would destroy ya,” I growl into her ear as I crush her neatly curled hair into the wall behind her.

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