Page 94 of The Jester and His Outlaw: Part One

He’s laughing as he rolls the condom off, wraps it in a tissue, and tosses it in the bathroom. He grabs a towel, wets it, and when he parts my thighs, my breath hitches. I’ve never had a lover clean me before. He wipes my inner thighs then over my pussy, taking his time, watching his every more. “I love how confident you are, letting me see you like this, letting me touch you.”

“You make me comfortable, Riggs.”

“Good,” he utters. “I hope no one has ever made you feel you’re anything less than perfect.”

“It’s not important,” I say, beckoning him forward with my fingers. He kisses my knee and climbs onto the bed. “What’s important is what is happening right now.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He crawls in beside me and lays the covers over both of us. After three orgasms, I’m spent and sleep is nudging the edges of my consciousness. He curls his arm around me, kisses the back of my neck, and pulls me in close to him. His naked body is right against mine. “Get some rest, Outlaw.”

CHAPTER44

Thunder wakes me,the sound of rain slapping against the window music to my ears. I love a good rainstorm.

I do a quick assessment of the foreign room around me and try to remember what day it is. Breath hits the back of my neck and I jolt, my stiff body not happy with movement this soon after waking.

Riggs.

Memories from last night come flooding in, and I smile. There is a sweet ache between my legs, and my lips are still puffy from kissing him. Our first time together was everything and then some.

We hadn’t dropped the L word, but the feelings were there. I want to say it to him, but I don’t want to overwhelm him.

Hell, I’ve known for a while, but he is coming to terms with the fact that someone would choose to be with him. I might wait until he says it first.

If that makes me a coward, then so be it. I’m not ready to lose him because he can’t get out of his own way and even if he never utters those words, he loves me. His love is in the way he kisses me, the way he holds me. The way he showed me last night was enough to keep me sated for a while. Besides, I still have to sort it out myself, get used to it.

I thought I was in love with Jonas, but nothing with him, even after almost two years, was even close to the way I am with my Jester.

“Good morning, Outlaw,” Riggs yawns around his words and presses his morning wood into my back. I snicker, knowing damn well I could go for round two. However, I have to get back home and catch up on coursework. As much as I’d love to spend the day in this apartment acting like no one in the world exists outside of us, I can’t.

“Morning, handsome. How are you?” I roll over in his arms, and he pulls me close, planting a kiss on my lips. I shy away, wanting to hide my morning breath, but he doesn’t let me go far and finishes up his good morning with a kiss to the tip of my nose.

“There isn’t a damn thing I can complain about right now, at least until we get out of this bed. I might have to take Jensen up on his offer, it’s damn comfortable. Though, I’m sure I slept so well because you’re here, not because of the mattress.” He’s joking about letting Jensen gift him the apartment, but I want him to take it seriously. He deserves it. Riggs rolls over onto his back and lets a groan out. “Don’t go there, Charley. I’m not considering moving in here.”

“I wasn’t going there,” I quip back, hiding my annoyance that he gets me so well already as I sit up. How is that fair? There is no need to, but I cover my chest with the quilt. “But”—his eyes snap to mine with a warning—“I think you should.”

“I would never get this apartment on my own. I’m not old enough and I can’t afford the rent.”

“Mr. Tucker would probably give you a cheaper rate being his son’s best friend.” Riggs turns his body toward me and wraps his perfectly defined arm around my waist.

“Mr. Tuckerhas already tried to strong arm me into moving in with him. He tried to have Gramma deemed unfit to parent me once his attempt at getting me to move in with him didn’t work. I want nothing from him.” Despite his words being muffled because he’s buried his face in my thigh, the snarl is loud and clear. There’s a history there that I wouldn’t mind diving into. Another day, though.

“No way. I don’t see him doing something like that. Why didn’t you just move in with him when he offered in the first place?”

“Because I want nothing from him, and I’m not going to be his charity case. My case was prominent in this community. He only wanted the recognition it would bring to take me into his home.”

“Did you ever stop to think he just wanted to help you?” I question, curious as I run my fingers through his bronzed hair. I scratch his scalp with my fingernails and it sends chills skittering over his strong, bare back.

“It crossed my mind until he tried to strong arm me into it,” he tells me, sincere in his beliefs.

“How did J view all of it?” I continue manipulating his scalp and he readjusts in my lap so I can reach him with both hands, the blanket falling down and leaving my chest exposed. He’s drawn to my open skin as he reaches up, cupping me and rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. A long, satisfied moan falls from my mouth and I lay my head back on the headboard, gripping his hair.

“He wanted me to give in and live with them. He was pretty adamant at one point, but then Mr. Tucker got desperate and pulled that shit with Gramma. It drove a wedge between them. They haven’t been the same since.”

I don’t want to be a conspiracy theorist, but I have to agree. That’s all a little fishy. The elite are very much into charity, especially Mr. Tucker, but to deem Gramma unfit? That’s even worse. I’m seeing why Riggs doesn’t like the wealthy. That’s a fucked up thing to do.

Riggs loves Gramma, and she did a great job being the only person in his life. Sure, their living situation could be better, but they both have a stable roof over their heads. They are doing just fine.

Noticing me lost in thought, Riggs directs me down to him and kisses me upside down, his top lip meeting my bottom. His kiss is deep, searing. It reaches my soul and even at this angle leaves me panting for breath and for more. “Don’t put too much into it, Outlaw, ‘kay?”

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