Page 42 of Savage Outlaw

A grunt resounded in his chest when they came together. A noise she loved. Every pent-up emotion she’d ever felt when it came to him poured out of Roux, making her feel like a fucking animal with every last savage thrust.

She came so hard she saw spots behind her closed eyelids. Incapable of doing anything else other than let it run its course.

“Goddamn. I dream of hearing that sound from you.” She knew she shouldn’t take anything he said as affection, not to build more of this than it was, but she couldn’t help it. His hoarse words speared her heart, warming her through.

“Give me your mouth,” she pleaded.

His eyes flared. “Take it, what are you waiting for?”

The hours passed too quick.

It was always the case, borrowed time went twice as fast.

She had fallen into an exhausted sleep right there on his lap because the next thing Roux knew, she awoke in his bed, curled naked on Tad’s chest.

Oh, god. The thrill and peace of it near broke her heart. She only allowed herself a minute to enjoy his arms around her before she slipped out of his bed and found her clothes in the other room.

He was going to hate her for this and she wouldn’t blame him. He’d assume she used him for his dick again. Her truth was she’d needed to be with him. With or without sex, that was her reality and sometimes that pull was impossible to ignore.

This whole life of theirs wasn’t fair when outside factors dictated that they couldn’t be together.

She was no longer seventeen and too young. She was a grown-ass woman capable of making her own choices and mistakes. But the biker world was bigger than her needs.

It took extra strength to leave that morning. She stood in the hallway glancing back toward the bedroom where he slept soundly. He’d worn a grin on his face right before he dropped into sleep. They’d gone at each other like animals, hardly talking at all other than Tad’s sexy commands to get on his cock. That grin,ah man, it was satisfaction but it also felt as though he was happy in that moment.

These stolen moments were everything to Roux and broke her a little more each time they parted.

Doomed to be with him.

Yet unable to stay away.

TWELVE

“Call him a sex-pert, but he knows when someone got some.”-Grinder

“Where the fuck have you been all night?”

With a glass of orange juice up to her lips, Roux turned to see her father filling the kitchen doorway. Wiping her mouth, she closed the fridge door after replacing the carton on the shelf and narrowed her eyes at his tone.

He was her dad, but Roux recognized Axel wasn’t ugly. With plenty of women sniffing around him. Some even tried to play mommy-nice with her in hopes of it helping them to win Axel.Gag. Roux hated those women most of all. Climb on Axel all they wanted, but don’t play friends with her. She didn’t want the old mommy or a new one.

Club chasers were anything but classy and she hoped her dad didn’t fall for one of them.

So yeah, he was okay to look at if a woman liked the scruffy hair, tatted, and ripped look. He was wearing soft-worn jeans and a black t-shirt, feet bare and his face appeared tired. But the way he spoke to her? Oh, that put a temper behind Roux’s eyes. She was not a fucking kid and didn’t need to clock in and out or tell him where she was going.

She moved to the coffee machine and filled it with a pod as he moved deeper into the room. “Asked you a question, Roux.”

Holding her smart tongue she replied. “I had things to do.”

“What things? I called you I don’t know how many fucking times.”

He’s a bear in the morning, good luck to any chick who took him on because yeah, that isn’t good to live through. Used to his grumpy moods, Roux ignored her dad while she made a coffee and then put in another pod for him.

“Dad, I’m about to be twenty-two soon, do you think maybe you don’t need to know minute by minute where I am?”

Wrong thing to say to a bull-headed, throwback to the caveman days, slightly misogynistic man when his eyes darkened.

She moved the coffee she’d made him over to the counter where he leaned on the countertop, glaring at her.

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