Page 53 of Outlaw

“Where are they?” I asked.

“Dead,” he replied. “Here, tie this for me. I can’t get it.”

Shoving my Glock back into its holster, I tied the fabric around the gunshot wound. “How bad is it?”

“Grazed me. Just bleeding like a bitch,” he grunted, sounding more pissed than anything.

The black Escalade pulled into the drive.

“Did we get it?” he asked, squinting against the sun.

“Yeah. They got it, and I have the copy Moe stole in my back pocket.”

Bane, Luther, and Oz climbed out of the vehicle.

“You good?” Bane asked Locke, his gaze dropping to his arm.

“Yeah.”

“I take it, they’re all dead?” Luther said, still smoking that damn cigar.

Locke looked at me. “You kill the shitter?”

“Yeah. They’re all dead.”

“I’ll call Forge and Than, tell them to meet us here with the farm truck,” Bane said.

I was done with this fucking day. I wanted a hot shower and something to eat. We’d been tracking these fuckers for two days. I was exhausted.

“You got a preference on what we do with the bodies?” Bane asked me.

“I didn’t buy the pigs because I like bacon,” I replied and headed toward my truck.

“Call Gathe,” Locke said. “If he doesn’t get to watch this time, he’s gonna be pissed, and I’m not in the mood for his bitching,”

I shook my head and smirked. The boys were some twisted fucks. Watching the pigs dispose of bodies for us entertained them. Last time we’d done it, they took a keg of beer out there and built a bonfire, then got smashed. When I went out to check on things that evening, they’d added females, and it had become a goddamn fuckfest.

On that note, my strides got longer as I thought about going home. Sure, I was looking forward to seeing my daughter after having been gone, but I was also looking forward to some plans I had for her momma.

Opening the truck door, I climbed inside, finally free to think about Branwen’s ass up in the air, letting me finger-fuck it. That woman’s body had been made to be licked and fucked. She’d been flushed the next morning when she looked at me. Even acted shy. That had only made my dick hard.

Thinking about sinking myself balls deep into her cunt made my cock throb. I’d have to be careful though. This was to make her addicted to my cock, not for me to get obsessed with her pussy. Condoms would be a must since I intended to still fuck other women. In fact, that was probably what I should do tonight, but I hadn’t fucked her yet, and I had to have that. Feed that need. Then, I’d be over it. I could go have another hot, wet snatch.

I might not be able to eat another one though. Not when I wasgetting to taste her. But the fucking, I’d be fine.

Twenty-Five

Branwen

Two days to sit and scold myself for taking off my pants for Linc was nothing compared to seeing him walk out to the pool, wearing nothing but a black pair of swim trunks. The colorful ink that covered his body was one thing, but the canvas that held it was another. It was as if a sculptor had chiseled every inch to perfection, then breathed life into him.

When was he going to start looking his age? Make it an even playing field for other men.

“Hey! My dad is hewah!” Stevie called out from the top of the slide. She pointed at him and then clapped her hands. “And he’s got on a swimming suit to swim with me.”

Yes, Vivi Lu, Mommy noticed. You’re alive because Momma always notices the man. It’s her biggest weakness.

She waved her hand excitedly at Linc. “You was gone!” she said. “But you came back!”

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