Page 10 of Outlaw

“Told you,” I laugh. “You think I was lying or something?”

“No, no,” she says as she takes another sip. “People just like different things, I guess.”

Her face is shining with a thin layer of sweat and her hair is all messed up from the bike ride here. She also must still be scared, because it looks like she’s having trouble breathing.

“You good?” I ask. “Look like you can’t breathe.”

“It—it’s this damn corset thing!” she snaps, getting to her feet. She stuffs her hands up the back of her shirt and fumbles around, quickly getting agitated. “Violet put it on me and it’s crushing my ribs!”

“Let me help you,” I tell her. I stand up and motion for her to turn around. She looks at me skeptically for a second before doing so. I do my best not to growl as I feel the heat from her body on my hands as I slide them up the back of her shirt. My eyes are on her perfect ass as I find the ties on the corset and undo them. It takes me a minute, but I loosen the strings, the whole thing lets loose and Claire breaths an enormous sigh of relief.

“Thank you,” she says as she pulls the corset off and tosses it aside like she never wants to see it again. “That’s the last time I listen to Violet about what to wear.”

“Or who to associate with,” I tell her. “Those Red Lions are no joke.”

“Yeah, guess I should have listened to you, huh?”

“You didn’t really have any reason to,” I admit. “I was just some guy at a bar.”

Claire fidgets sheepishly then averts her eyes and looks down at the floor.

“Some really good-looking guy at a bar,” she says softly. My cock pulses with desire. Did she really just say that? I take in every inch of her body like a starving man seeing his first meal in weeks. I want to devour her. If she looks this good in clothes, I can’t imagine what she looks like naked.

I draw the mental image in my mind, but it’s not enough. I have to have this girl. There’s no two ways about it.

“You’re too pretty for that place,” I tell her. Her cheeks go red and she blows air from her nose.

“Oh, sure.”

“I mean it,” I tell her, taking a step closer. “You’re a lot more than a couple of ta-tas.”

I take another step, but she still has her eyes on the floor. I’m moving fast, but I can’t stop myself. She’s too damn sexy.

I slide one arm around her waist and pull her to me, then lift her chin to bring her eyes to mine. When she looks at me, I can see her waiting – waiting for me to do whatever I want to do. She’s practically begging for me to kiss her. And I’m not about to deny either of us that.

I lean in and press my lips to hers. I’m already on edge. This girl is like a drug to me. The lust I have for her is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. She’s a goddess who somehow managed to come into my life. How could I have been so lucky?

7

Claire

I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m kissing him – and what’s more – I’m enjoying it.

I just met him. I just went through one of the most terrifying events of my life. I should be sitting on the couch recuperating on the phone with my parents crying about what happened – not making out with some man I hardly know.

What’s even worse is this is my first kiss.

Well, technically it’s my second if you count the play-kiss I shared with Adam Johnson when I was seven, but I don’t. That was just for fun, innocent childhood shenanigans. This – this is the real deal.

His arm around my waist is as strong as a vise. I couldn’t go anywhere even if I wanted to, and although I was basically just almost kidnapped by the Red Lions, the thought of being kept here by Christian doesn’t exactly turn me off…

I don’t know what I’m doing, so like an inexperienced dancer, I let him take the lead, and boy, does he. His kiss is filled with desire, the same desire I saw in his eyes when he looked at me. The same desire that made me blush. I’m no dummy; I know what it’s like to be wanted by a man, but there’s something d

ifferent going on here between us…something deeper.

At least…that’s what I want to think. Am I just being naïve again?

All of a sudden I’m worried. Terrible thoughts begin to swirl in my mind. Does Christian actually like me or is this just another sinister man? He was one of the Red Lions, after all. Maybe this whole thing was a setup from the beginning? Like – would it be that farfetched for Christian’s outburst at Ta-Tas to have been faked and those guys to have been in on it with him just so we could end up here with me in his arms?

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