Page 87 of Savage Outlaw

“That’s your man moving inside you,” Tad reminded her that night when he had her pressed face first into the soft plush hotel bed. Roux was gripping the sheets and moaning like a porn star, pleading for her orgasms.

“My man,” she breathed. Then added, “my man better bring it home.”

“Fucking A,” he about roared.

And did just that.

Roux didn’t want to go home. Reluctant to give up the first time they could be normal. But that next morning while she lounged in bed, he took the hour drive to visit with Lawless and when he got back, they packed up and went for lunch, prolonging as much as they could.

With anything in life, reality soon came crashing back.

And that, Roux decided, fucking sucked.

TWENTY-THREE

“What happened when you mixed a Souls with a Diablos? He was about to find out.”-Butcher

“This is a bad idea. I can meet you later.”

“My tough Cookie doesn’t get nervous,” he leaned over the console and took her mouth. Not in a long kiss as he wanted, seeing as they were outside of her daddy’s clubhouse, he thought better of it. “Come on, let’s get it over with, it’s fine.”

“Fine he says,” she huffed with fire in her eyes that he loved to see. “If you don’t remember the near death experience where I had to watch your boys ride up to the door and carry you out unconscious, then I do.”

“It’s gonna be fine,” he repeated and stepped out of the truck, before he slid off his leather jacket first, then took off his cut. Leaving him in a long sleeve Henley and an opened blue shirt over it. He didn’t have to like any man in the building, but he could adhere to the club rules about not stepping inside wearing another MC’s colors.

It was the same for the prison visit with Lawless. They didn’t like the boys walking in wearing the mark of the Renegade Souls.

He rounded the truck and lifted out the two bags of groceries Roux wanted to stop and grab on the way. He hadn’t realized how much she helped out at the club. Not just with restocking the kitchen, but accounts too. She managed the club girls for the day to day cleaning of the place. Plus, another hundred things for the boys that amounted to her always running around after their asses.

He didn’t want his woman being a fucking dogsbody for those lazy bastards. He discovered on the drive home how she was the one who made sure the bills were paid for the club and at home. She sorted court letters and anything legal the guys might receive. She organized prison visits for theDiabloslocked up, and Roux was in charge of family parties.

Love for her family made his girl a pushover. Being determined that this worked between them, it wasn’t something he could condone. Not when he wouldn’t treat her that way, so somewhere along the line, he’d have to put a stop to that shit.

But first he had Axel to face again. Roux was looking pale when he shoved the bags against his chest and grabbed her hand. “Hey, look at me, Cookie. It’s fine, stop worrying.”

“I don’t want you guys to fight.”

“We won’t.”

It wasn’t a promise he could give.

Roux was worth a fight, a war, a fucking world apocalypse.

Leaning down, he buffed their lips together. “You’re fucking beautiful when you’re a nervous nelly.”

This got her glowering and she clobbered his belly. “You are mean.”

“You weren’t calling me mean this morning.” He smirked and saw her grin with flushed cheeks. He had to lower his voice because they were closing in on the entryway. “You said something about how I’d never made you come so hard, wasn’t it? Yeah, I think that was it.” His voice box all but rumbled how fucking pleased he was about that.

“I must have been delirious when I said it.”

“Dick delirious, yeah.” He gloated to make her laugh.

“Give me a kiss before we go in.”

“Roux…” he warned. “I can’t put my lips on you right now.”

“Just a little one.”

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