Page 48 of Savage Outlaw

She felt a little of her temper returning, misting out the soft pleasure as she heard the hardness in his voice. She didn’t try to pull away, this was too much of a drug being this close to him. “Does it matter? You just had your fingers inside me.”

“Don’t forget my cock inside you last night.”

Her breath caught at the memories. “Yes, and that too.”

He groaned then and dropped his forehead to hers like the fight had gone out of him. She slipped both of her arms around him and held on.Just held on.

“You have to give me something, Roux. Anything. If you’re engaged…”

“I’m not.” She blurted and watched his eyes burn. Possessiveness burned out of Tad and she wanted to put her body into the flames and see how long it took for him to incinerate her. “My father wants me to be with Reno. Something fucking crazy is going on. I don’t know what. I refused.”

After a second. “But they think you are? Reno thinks you’re his.”

“I belong to no one.” She said in a hard tone and he crushed her mouth, kissing until she ran out of air. She felt the lesson there, in his rough lips. He was telling her she did belong to someone.To him.

Her body softened into his and Tad brushed the few hairs that had escaped from her ponytail off her face.

“You better get back inside before I do fuck you right here.” She moaned and he flat out grinned. “I like that you like that idea, but inside, yeah? And Roux?”

“Yeah?” She answered, winded.

“After tonight, you better brace, okay?”

She blinked. And frowned. What the hell did that mean?

“Brace for what?”

He smirked, stepping away from her. And didn’t that dirty bastard suck those two fingers into his mouth. “Fucking delicious.”

“Tad, what does brace mean?”

“I’m going around back, baby. Get inside.” The asshole winked and strolled away leaving her none the wiser of what it meant.

It didn’t stop the excitement from blooming.

Hope for a tomorrow with him.

If she was a betting woman, she’d put all her chips on Tad.

FOURTEEN

“Knock, knock, knocking on heaven’s door.” - Tag

Butcher didn’t wince, but he did feel the hard punch Tag took to his already swollen face.

The fight so far had been brutal.

Five minute rounds felt as though they were never ending.

Tag held his own for the first round, but the Chicago guy gained momentum in the last few minutes. Butcher was wondering how much more pain Tag could take.

He cast a side glance with Capone who was looking equally worried.

It was the first cage fight they’d witnessed Tag struggling.

He didn’t always win easy, but it was never in any doubt that hewouldwin.

“Jesus. I felt that.” Hissed Grinder through his teeth.

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