Page 127 of Savage Outlaw

He felt as though he was wordlessly fighting for a life he desperately wanted.

But the cloud stayed above them.

Ready to spit out the vicious rain that needed to come.

THIRTY-FIVE

“The only DILF she’ll ever need.” - Butcher

The last thing Butcher expected to find when he exited the bathroom into their bedroom was to see Roux with her hand down the front of her boy shorts.

She was against the high headboard with her legs split down the middle and her hand rubbing unhurried.

Jesus fuckingChrist.

His heart about gave up the right as his feet forgot how to work.

Lust and want came easy with Roux.

It lived and snarled inside him.

Now though? Watching her flushed face, void of any embarrassment being caught rubbing one out as her legs twitched in front of her. The lust was astronomical, and he groaned.

Blood coursed toward his groin. Hardening him fast.

“Cookie..”

“I was listening to you sing in the shower.”

The side of his lip curved. “And that got you worked up?” She bobbed her head, her flat belly fluttered in the way it did when he knew she was close. He prowled over to the end of the bed.

Everything about their bedroom said Roux now. It was only over a month since she moved in, but she’d soon put her stamp on everything. Where before it was just a house, she’d made it a home.

The peace Butcher felt was something he was holding onto with two hands.

Color decorated their bed and around the room. Around all the rooms. He didn’t even know how she made it happen, some female magic he supposed. The day after she’d moved in, he’d told her to do anything she wanted to it. He’d bought the bungalow with her in mind, with no chance of having her live there with him at the time. Then she’d fished his cards from his wallet, told him it was in hand and not to worry. He’d smirked thinking of the shit she’d buy and the dent in his bank account, but it was all worth it. To have Roux here looking at him through aroused eyes, spread on their bed, teasing him … every illegal penny he’d squirreled away was worth it, if she wanted to waste the whole fucking lot making their house look nice.

Why else had he busted his balls for years and invested everything he earned into several of theSoulsbusinesses if it wasn’t so he could give his woman a good life.

Nothing else registered to him while he stared at Roux.

His heart and dick in possession mode as he emitted a low frequency grunt.

His cock was already at capacity behind his white cotton boxer-briefs.

Fuck, she smelled incredible. He loved her scent when she was turned on.

“Why didn’t you shout for me if you needed more?”

Her greedy eyes flared and desire bombarded Butcher’s body. Grabbing her ankles, he pulled her all the way down the bed. “Keep rubbing that little clit,” he issued with a rattle to his throat.

He loved seeing her touching herself, sexiest fucking sight, but it didn’t sit right with him that she needed more and hadn’t told him.

The elephant in the room was still standing over in the corner, not being addressed. Nottalkedabout. For more than a week now they’d ignored the fact that Roux was pregnant.

He wanted nothing more than to talk it through, see where her head was at. Ask if she’d come to a decision. Everything was so up in the air, Butcher knew he had to broach it with her soon, even if Roux didn’t want to face it yet.

The only true thing they’ve had between them this week was how hard they’ve gone at each other. Was it the spike in her hormones or a tactic to reorganize her brain by thinking of his dick and not their baby? Whatever it was, they’d had a lot of fucking sex and what dim-witted guy complained about that?

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