Page 99 of Savage Outlaw

She already loved living with him, and she didn’t even have a key yet.

TWENTY-SIX

“Bang, bang, birthday.” -Butcher

After all their lovemaking and talking, they didn’t actually go to pack up Roux’s life that night.

Axel always made a big thing of her birthday, so she decided she’d do it the day after.

It was a good idea not to cause a fight, which would cut into her gift opening time, because Roux did love getting gifts. Besides Christmas, it was her favorite time of the year. Her biker family might drive her up the wall with their oversized egos and misogynistic logic, but they were not stingy on gifts.

It wasn’t the prospect of letting her dad know she was leaving him that roused Roux from a dead sleep. Her bed was big and white, both the bedspread and the frame. On any given night she could starfish easily. Only, something had awoken her, she was sure she’d felt the bed depress on one side.

About to burrow deeper into the warmth and hope to find a new dirty dream about Tad, an itch tickled her nose and she swatted, only to touch a hand!

Roux almost screamed her head off if not for the hand covering her mouth as she catapulted up in bed but fell back to the pillow when another hand cupped the back of her head gently and came down with her. “Shhh, baby. It’s me.” Tad husked near her ear, removing the hand, calm returning to her frantic body.

“Oh, my god.” She whispered. “I nearly judo throat punched you, Tad.”

The asshole chuckled and rained kisses over her face. “Of course, you did, my killer Cookie.”

He knew she was full of shit.

“What are you doing here?” He was sitting on the side of her bed with the cold scent of outside clinging to him.

God. Now that her heart had its original beat, it sped up seeing Tad in her bedroom. The place she’d had a million dirty fantasies of him while she brought herself to climax, wishing it was his hand.

“Thought I’d be the one breaking and entering this time,” he smiled and used a finger to move the hair from her eyes. “Happy birthday, Roux.”

His lips met hers, gently at first but Roux, overexcited to feel and smell him, she latched her arms around him, opened her mouth and moaned.

He leaned in and deepened. Roux all but purred as Tad’s flavor filled her senses and she freed her hands so she could roam them under his shirt. He hissed against her lips. “Take your clothes off and climb in with me.”

“Fuck.” He groaned, palming the full left side of her face.

All remnants of sleep disappeared. She leaned into his hand, using her teeth to nip the skin of his wrist where his leather jacket sleeve rode up his forearm.

“Please. I need you.”

He cursed again. “You’re tempting a devil, Roux.”

“You don’t want to fuck me?”

She knew he did. She could practically lap up the smell of his arousal. If she climbed into his lap now the evidence of how much he wanted her would poke her thick and hard.

His growl was music and she had to hide her grin. Tad grasped her chin, tipped it back so she only saw the whites of his eyes from the shards of moonlight through the blinds. “You know I always wanna fuck you, you little cocktease. I’d live inside you, stretching you around my swollen dick until it hurt.” He grunted, vibrating the noise to her lips. “My cocktease, aren’t you?”

She flipped back the top sheet to show the little bralette she slept in with the booty shorts and Tad groaned. “I’ll be yours if you fuck me.”

He dragged the sheet down further, roaming his hand over her stomach before he pushed under the bralette and palmed her boob. Pleasure erupted and made her back leave the bed.

“You are mine.”

“Tad, please.”

“Not with your dad in the house, I already feel like I’m robbing the cradle again being in your bedroom.”

Roux laughed. She didn’t care, not then, not when her vision misted over with want.

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