Page 20 of Outlaw

“Yeah.” I smile. “I think I could do that.”

13

Claire

I’m still turned on as we dry off together and get dressed. We’re about to go see my parents, so I have to put back on my outfit from last night – except the corset, of course. I’m not putting that thing on again!

…unless of course it’s with just a pair of heels and Christian is the only one in the room.

I honestly can’t believe the things I’m thinking right now. Violet would be freaking out if I told her that I was fantasizing about dressing up for a man and that I just gave my first blow job.

I don’t say much as I follow Christian outside. There’s an old blue pickup parked in the driveway. I don’t even bother asking where he picked it up; I just slide in beside him, looking at him like a high school crush eyeing her first date.

“What?” he asks as he pulls away from the bunker. I shrug.

“Nothin’.”

“Nothin’?” he repeats. “You sure? You aren’t looking at me like it’s nothin’.”

“Just…thinkin’,” I tell him.

“Nothin’ and thinkin’, eh?” he chuckles. “You from down South, girl?”

I just smile. It’s all I’ve been doing since the shower. After we did…the fun stuff, we washed each other. It was somehow even more intimate than what we’d just finished doing. I know that sounds bizarre, but it’s true.

As he drives us into town, Christian reaches over and puts a firm hand on my leg, causing me to go all warm inside. Yeah, I could get used to this. By the time we pull up at my parents’ house, I’m wondering just how bad it would be for me to simply disappear with him and not tell anybody. It’s insane, but that’s how I’m feeling, and it’s all his fault.

“Want me to come in?” he jokes.

“Oh, sure,” I reply. “And give them all the details of this morning! I won’t be long. Just gonna grab some things and tell them I’m going to spend a few nights at Violet’s.”

“Don’t be long.” He leans in and kisses me, and I close my eyes. For a second, I forget where we are, what I’m about to do, and about all the trouble we might be in. It takes him breaking our embrace to snap me out of it.

“Go on,” he tells me. “And hurry back.”

I’m all smiles as I get out of the truck and hurry quickly up the front lawn and inside. My dad’s in the living room, where he always is these days, in his recliner with his casted-leg up on an ottoman.

“Hey, Dad!” I say, acting as normal as possible.

“Where you been?” he asks. “Your mom and I both called you.”

“Yeah, my phone died,” I call back as I rush upstairs. “I stayed at Violet’s!”

He calls something back that I don’t hear as I quickly pack a bag with my things. When I come back downstairs, he’s on his feet.

“You know, you can’t just not answer your phone like that—”

“It died, Dad,” I tell him. “I wasn’t just ignoring you. I would never do that.”

“Well, bring that emergency charger with you from now on,” he tells me. “The one I bought you.”

“I will, Dad. Where’s Mom?”

“Oh, she went out to buy noodles or something.” He shrugs. “Where are you off to? Camping trip?”

“Just Violet’s house,” I laugh. “For a few days. Quality girl time, you know? Your ankle still hurting?”

“Nothing I can’t handle.” He smiles. His mood may be a bit somber lately, but my dad’s a tough guy. A few more weeks of this and he’ll be good as new.

---