Page 129 of Savage Outlaw

And he could fuck her around the clock, so long as his dick didn’t fall off.

But they were under a timer, one he held himself in check with by biting his tongue.

If they didn’t talk soon…

But then his brave girl showed what she was made of when she curved up into his side later when he’d cleaned them both up. She was playing with his chest hair, tiny demon tugging it a little when she spoke.

“I don’t think I’d be a good mom.”

His heart skipped over a beat and he turned on his side to fully see her.

“Look at the example mine set. She took one look at me and headed for the hills.” Her tone without nuance. Her emotions were not, and Butcher hooked up her hand, lacing their fingers together. “I’d probably be the same, Tad. Then you’d be stuck with a kid too.”

Oh, his sweet tough Cookie. She’d carried that thought with her probably her whole goddamn life. He led her knuckles to his lips and waited for her eyes to lift and meet his. “If your dad was here he’d tell you he was anything but stuck with you.”

She cracked a little grin that took some of the hurt from her face. “If my dad were here right now with us naked, you’d be in deep trouble.” He answered her grin, kissed her hand again. “Fuck her. Your mother didn’t deserve you, but don’t ever think you’re like her, Roux. You care for all thoseDiablosbastards like they’re your kids. How many times have they called you this week to do some shit for them? It’s a lot. Look at me, you’re nothing like her.”

Silence entered their bedroom where she played with his fingers for a minute.

“I thought, if she was a junkie I’d feel better about her ditching me.” She started. “But she’s not.”

“Your mom?”

“Selena. Yeah. I saw her.”

This he didn’t know.

“When?”

“Remember the night Poppy was drugged and we…”

They came together like a tornado trying to save the world. Yeah, Butcher remembered that night very well. It was the turning point of him not giving a fuck if he got himself killed for her because he wanted her so much. It was the night they’d fucked for hours in their motel room and she’d whispered a goodbye to his lips.

“I saw her the day after. I heard some talk about her at a rally down south about two years ago. You know how bikers like to gossip at rallies, especially about women they’ve had, hers was a popular name. I thought if I saw her, and she was all fucked up, it would make sense, you know?”

He had a feeling where this was going. His insides hurt for his girl carrying this around with her all this time.

“I needed a reason, Tad. I didn’t want her to be my mom, that wasn’t it.”

“I get it, baby.” He said with understanding.

“She works in a dive bar in Delaware. She’s still hanging around MC’s.” when Roux paused and played with his abs, he prompted her. “You talked to her?”

“Oh, yeah. I don’t know why I thought she’d recognize me. I stayed at the bar watching her flirting with every biker that came in. Sitting on their laps, shoving her tits in their faces. Being a typical sweet bottom. The moment their prez came in she abandoned everyone else to glue herself to his face. She’s still trying to fuck her way to the top. Anyway, I waited until she came back to the bar, and asked a few general questions. She was civil and far as I could tell she wasn’t fucked up in any way. Not a junkie, just a skank who dumped her kid so she could live the high life. I guess I should be grateful she didn’t get another family.”

He’d strangle that fucking bitch if he could for putting that sad sound in Roux’s voice.

Butcher couldn’t take it; he leaned in and took her lips. He made the kiss slow and soft. When he pulled back he ran his nose over hers. “You, Roux Tucker, are the best thing this world ever produced, you hearing me? You are the best of her, the only good she will ever do in her empty life and it’s her fucking lost she misses out on you. It’s no reflection on you, baby. You were born so I could love you.”

She smiled, touching the scruff on his chin which he couldn’t be assed to shave off when he showered, she liked it anyway.

“What if you love the baby more than me?” Her exhale nearly blew him down. “I know it’s stupid.Selfish. But I only just got you all to myself.”

“Roux.” he took her face in his hands and smashed a kiss on her soft lips. “Fucks sake, woman. Our love made a kid, do you get that? My cannon cock and your perfect fucking pussy made a kid when we weren’t trying, and you were taking the pill. What does that tell you?”

A watery laugh passed through her lips and Butcher had to kiss her again.

Who the fuck could he love more than her?

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