Page 63 of The Jester and His Outlaw: Part 2

“Would you tell me if you weren’t?”

“Yes, I would, but I’m fine, Riggs.” I kiss her, ignoring her morning breath protest, then I hold her close to me, bringing her cheek to my chest so I can feel her warmth. She’s mine, in my arms.

“Let’s get you some food, huh? I can hear your belly growling from here.” Giggles shake her lean frame. “What is so funny about that?”

“My belly…” Her giggles continue and she can’t seem to stop them. I laugh as well.

“Well, it’s your belly, isn’t it?”

“Nothing. I guess I haven’t referred to my stomach as my belly in a long time,” she explains, aftershocks of laughter still tumbling out.

“Good morning, young lady, get some food in your belly,” Mr. Tucker says when we appear in the doorway to the kitchen. The hustle and bustle of father and son cooking is something to be seen. I guess the staff has Sundays off. They deserve it.

Charley tosses her head back and laughs, her loud chuckles easing any tension there might have been. Jensen and Mr. Tucker send me suspicious looks. After last night, J is probably thinking she’s lost her damn mind.

“It’s a bit of an inside joke this morning.” I fill them in and pull out a chair for my giggly girl to sit in. I guess after all the stress we’ve been dealing with, we are entitled to some laughs and silliness.

CHAPTER28

Riggs pullsthe Audi into my driveway next to my Jeep and puts it in park. It’s still weird watching him drive a car and not a bike, but it looks good on him. I can tell it’s not his favorite, and I haven’t yet asked him if he plans to use the money that Mr. Tucker sent him. Whether he even cashed the check is unclear. I’m trying not to be a pain and pester him about it, though. Of course, I think it is a break he deserves and should definitely take advantage of it. However, Riggs is not that kind of person, and he is sensitive to these sorts of things. So I’ll leave it alone.

With him, I have to pick my battles.

I sigh, not ready at all for what I’m about to do. My parents are going to freak out, but honestly, I need space from them. They’ve given me everything I’ve needed or could ask for, but the way they are handling this Jonas nonsense is bullshit. On top of the fact that I want to be with the man I love, I don’t want to hang around and find out what they are up to. This all feels out of control, and I’m not sure how to handle it. I shouldn’t have to have a friend’s father help me with something that should be my parents’ responsibility. At the very least, they should keep me informed. They check in and make me check in with them to be sure I’m safe or if I need anything, but they aren’t taking me seriously.

Riggs brings our entangled hands to his lips and kisses the back of mine. “You’ve got this, Outlaw. My offer to come in with you still stands.”

My gut churns. This day was coming eventually, but the uncertain circumstances make it feel less than something to celebrate. I also don’t want to subject him to my parents’ thoughts. “I might take you up on that offer or puke.”

Riggs’ chuckle calms me. How the hell is he so chill right now? I feel like the ground is about to fall out from under me. I never get this nervous, not even for a game.

“I’m sure they won’t like that you’re running off with a guy you’ve only known for a short time and they’ve never met before, especially when you tell them where you’re moving to, but it’s not their life, Outlaw. You haven’t cared what they think and haven’t been afraid to tell them how you feel, so don’t start now.”

“I know, I know,” I grumble. “And how the hell have I only known you for a couple of months? I feel like we’ve known each other our entire lives.”

“Well, technically, we have known one another since the beginning of high school. We met briefly at an assembly. Not sure if you remember.”

“I remember. You looked more like an innocent boy in those days.”

“As compared to now? I’m totally innocent.” Despite myself, my laugh is hearty and catches me off guard. I wrap my arm over my torso and try to rope in my laughter. Riggs eyes me with a pointed look like I’ve offended him.

“You’re far from innocent, Mr. Sutton. The way you fuck—” A low growl rumbles in his chest that has my pussy tightening as the sound filters through me. His icy blue eyes find mine. They’re dark, demanding, and make me so wet, I snap my thighs shut to keep from getting anything on the seat. He catches the movement and the corner of his mouth lifts as something even more sinister flashes across his features.

“Are you wet for me, Outlaw? Is that why you’re closing those beautiful thighs?” His hand travels over the center console and finds my quad, just high enough to slip the tips of his fingers under the hem of my skirt. He licks his lips, and I follow the path his tongue takes, wishing it was on me instead. “Afraid you’ll leave something behind on the seat?”

I swallow, speechless, which isn’t like me. Normally, I can go toe-to-toe with him. Leave it to circumstance and the fact that I’m sitting in my parents’ driveway about to tell them I’m moving out, that I can’t get the words out.

“Maybe I want you to leave a little something for me.” My breath leaves me in a rush, and I feel a fucking blush creep into my cheeks. His restraint is barely there as this conversation continues and if he is thinking anything like I am, our next move involves me riding him in the driver’s seat.

“Get over here,” he orders. I shiver, not because I’m cold, but from anticipation. I’ve never had sex in a car before. Hot.

“Riggs…” I let his name trail off.

“Yes, Outlaw?” I freeze at the heat packed in his voice. All thoughts of where we are fly out the window. “Do you intend to keep me waiting?”

“You want me right now?” I ask without looking at him. If I’m going to exercise any sort of restraint, I can’t put my eyes on him.

“We’ve established I’m far from innocent. Now come over here, straddle my lap, and fuck yourself on my cock.” I fight my grin.Fuck myself on his cock…“Outlaw.”

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