Page 64 of Outlaw

If he was in here, then no one was outside, killing Hudson.

He stretched out both his arms and rested them on the back of the sofa, then propped his right foot up onto his left knee as he watched me. “He won’t kill him here. Too messy. But the dentist will go missing. No one will ever find him. It will be a tragedy that makes the Nashville news for weeks, until another big event happens.”

My eyes widened in horror as he spoke. He was serious. I swallowed the bile in my throat.

Hudson was swearing his undying devotion, and all I could do was picture him with a bullet in his head. All my fault.

No. No! I wasn’t going to let Hudson do this.

“Hudson,” I said firmly, shutting him up. “For the next year, I am focusing on Stevie and her needs. Letting her get to know her father. I have no time for this. If you still feel this way in a year, then we can reconnect, but right now, you need to go home. Nothing you say will change my mind.”

He was silent, and for a moment, I feared Luther was wrong. Maybe Linc had arrived and killed him. He could be sitting in his Mercedes, bleeding out or with a broken neck.

“Okay.” His tone sounded defeated. “But I wish you’d let me see you. Kiss you goodbye.”

I rolled my eyes to the ceiling, and my shoulders sagged. “I can’t do that. It wouldn’t help this.”

“I’ll wait,” he said fiercely. “When this year is up, I will be waiting.”

I wished he wouldn’t. I had to believe he would get tired of this and change his mind.

“Goodbye, Hudson,” I replied, not going to feed into that at all.

“I love you, Branwen.”

I ended the call, praying he drove away.

“What naughty tricks do you have, sweetness?” Luther asked with a smirk.

I frowned at him, not sure what he meant. He picked up his phone and tapped something. The large theater-sized television screen came to life on their wall, and the front gate appeared. Hudson was still there. His car parked and him pacing back and forth, glaring toward the gate.

Dammit!

“That man is obsessed,” he said. “And as gorgeous as you might be, to have a man that fucked up in the head, you must have some euphoric witchery going on between your legs.”

I could assure him I didn’t. He could ask Linc all about it. This had nothing to do with sex. My sex life with Hudson hadn’t been that great. The other night had reminded me how much it had lacked.

Hudson finally jerked open his car door and climbed inside.

“Thank God,” I sighed, then held my breath, waiting for his car to back up.

“If he tries to crash through that gate, I’ll give you whatever you want to let me have a taste of that pussy,” Luther said, cutting his eyes to me and letting them ease their way up my body.

My face flushed. He couldn’t be serious.

“Fuck, the way you blush is even sexy.” His tone turned into a raspy purr. “I’d make it feel real good, I promise.”

I opened and closed my mouth, unable to think of words to say. There was no way in hell I’d be sleeping with Luther. The fact that I’d done so with Linc was bad enough. I didn’t intend to become the house whore. Was that what Linc had led him to believe? Humiliation sank in, and I clenched my cover-up together in the front tightly.

“You ever had a pierced cock in your cunt?”

Holy shit. He had a pierced penis!

“Had the metal bar slide over your slick, wet clit?” he said, his voice getting deeper and smoother. “Fuck.” He took one hand and grabbed his crotch. “Now, I’m hard, thinking about it.”

I needed to turn and leave. However, I was in shock at the moment and struggling to get my feet to move.

“You like that, don’t you? Those cheeks are such a pretty pink. Are your nipples hard? Thinking about having your pussy teased with the head of my dick. Wondering how the metal feels. Fuck, you’ve got great tits. I bet your nipples are like ripe raspberries.”

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