Page 36 of Outlaws’ Runaway

Still fisting my cock, I glance over. The shower door hasn’t quite fogged up enough to hide the view of her sleeping. What the hell, it’s not like there’s any harm in it. She’s asleep, and it’s my fucking apartment. I keep stroking, using the foam from my shower gel as extra lube.

Paige is young, but she’s not completely innocent, which is fine with me. Virginity is a fucked up idea in the first place. The only men I’ve ever known who really give a shit are the ones who don’t think they can get the job done and are afraid the woman will fucking know better.

I close my eyes and imagine that she’s in here with me. Her skin would be flushed pink from the shower and arousal. I’d get her on her knees in front of me, opening that pretty mouth to suck me inside as she runs her hands over her tits and down to her sweet pussy. I can almost hear the moan.

I speed up my stroking, just a little bit. Just enough to start bringing that edge a little closer. A groan rumbles through my chest as my balls draw tight, but I’m not ready. Not quite yet.

I turn my head and check to make sure she’s still asleep, but she isn’t in the same position as before. Her sleepy eyes are looking my way, and I’m pretty sure her hand is buried in her shorts. Fuuuuuck. I could walk out of the shower right now and I’m completely fucking sure that she would welcome me with open arms, but this? Just the two of us, but putting on shows for each other? It's fucking hot.

Her hand jerks faster, so I focus on her rhythm, trying to read her and keep pace so that we get close together. I want her to watch me come, and then I wanna see her fall apart in my bed.

It's like I've got a fucking angel in my room. The sexiest fucking angel I've ever seen. Her chest is heaving as her breathing speeds up, and it makes her tits rise and fall in time. I tighten my grip, so close to losing it, but holding on until I see she's ready. “Come for me, baby,” I order, not sure if she can hear over the water, but the exact words aren’t important. She’ll get the message either way. “Don't stop fucking watching. You're so goddamn beautiful like that. Does it feel good? Do you like what you see?”

Her lips part in a groan and her eyes flutter shut as her fingers speed up.

“Eyes on me, honey. Come on. Let me see your big, beautiful eyes. Do you see what you’re doing to me? Does it get you fucking hot that I'm about to lose it just from seeing how fucking dirty you can be?” I groan as I let up for a moment, just long enough to feel the tension relax, just enough to keep me balanced on the edge for her.

Her back arches, and I can read ‘Please’ on her lips.

“Fuck!” I lose control.

She’s too damn sexy. My dick swells in my hand and I come with a groan. I swear I'm being fucking turned inside out as my body tries to drain every drop that's inside me. My cum splatters against the glass shower door between us, aimed right at Paige. Pulse after pulse, before it runs down the slippery surface and is washed away where the shower stream hits the door further down. Jesus that was good.

“Oh God!” she screams, her fingers working overtime inside her shorts. Her thighs quiver, her tits shake, and her sexy-as-fuck lips part as she moans, over and over again. She's fucking beautiful when she comes. Holy fuck. I watch her, unable to pull my eyes away and sure as hell not wanting to. The whole time, I slide my fist up and down my barely softening length, getting out every drop.

When her body finally relaxes, she slumps onto the mattress, her eyes squeezed shut and her lips parted.

I rinse down the shower, and myself, then open the door, not bothering to rush for the towel. It’s nothing she hasn’t seen at this point. I finish getting ready and walk out into the bedroom, grabbing a clean towel for her on the way. Paige is hiding under the blanket.

“Morning.” I toss the towel at where I think her head probably is.

Her hand steals out and pulls it under the blanket with her. “Morning,” she squeaks.

“Sleep well?”

“Uh huh,” comes out from her hiding place.

Fucking adorable.

20

CRANK

“Where’s Savage?”Poe asks. “He was the one that wanted to talk first thing.”

“No idea.”

We’re meeting in one of the old teacher’s offices that’s been turned into a meeting slash hangout room in the dorm building. Most of the upper floors have been renovated into living quarters, but there are still some reminders of the old school, especially downstairs where the gym and locker rooms have been updated but left more or less intact to give us workout space.

I catch sight of him as he rounds the side of the officers’ house with Paige. “There he is.” I hear them come in and go upstairs before the heavy thud of his boots heads back down.

“Everything good?” Poe asks as Savage comes in, looking distracted.

“Yeah, no problem. I stashed her in your room for now since she’s already been there.”

Poe nods and cracks open his laptop. “Okay, I’ve been poking around and had a chat with Hellfire about what he heard from Eagle-eye over at the Screaming Eagles.”

I tip my chair back, balancing on the back legs. “Alright, lay it on us. I don’t want to leave her there too long on her own.”

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