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“Are you okay?” Nelle asked without thinking first.
Priest looked at her and grinned. “This ain’t my blood.”
“Oh,” Nelle said.
“I bit someone’s fingers off,” Priest said. He wrinkled his nose. “I mean that literally. Three fingers.” He then chomped his teeth for good measure.
Nelle caught herself stepping back.
“Okay, Priest, that’s enough,” Slade said. “And that’s fucking disgusting. Go clean yourself up. And then go get tested.”
The only two missing from the celebration were Virus and Skylar. They were still locked in a spare room, Virus beingwell taken care ofat all times.
One other person missing was Mara. Not that Nelle had any desire to see her…
Was that the warning though? Was that what happened to a woman when she spent too much time in this world? Mara had been mean, drunk, and tried to casually play it off that her outlaw—her husband—cheated over and over and it was fine.
Nelle swallowed hard. She looked up at Slade. She wasn’t even sure if she and Slade were actually…
“A quick drink for these two,” Cyrus called out. “Because we all know what happens next!”
“Yeah, Slade!” Priest howled.
Everyone cheered, whistled, and there were a few random comments aboutkilling that pussy, which Nelle didn’t like at all. Then everyone drank. They cheered some more.
Slade pulled Nelle closer to him and started to walk. It felt a little weird for Nelle to have these outlaws watching and cheering, knowing…
“Slade,” she said.
“No more talking, sweetheart. Nothing else for you to do but to take my cock once more.”
Nelle couldn’t believe how much that suddenly excited her. She was starting to fall in love with this life. It was open, wild, had a sense of freedom… Or maybe it was more than that. Maybe it was Slade himself…
Slade suddenly pulled her in front of him and picked her up. They were a few feet from his bedroom door. When his hand touched her raw, freshly tattooed ass cheek, she gasped and groaned with pain.
Nelle wasn’t a fan of pain by any means, yet with Slade it felt okay. It felt safe. She knew—somehow—that he would never truly hurt her. That he would actually protect her.
Slade kicked the bedroom door shut and locked it. He walked Nelle to the already messy bed. The room smelled like leather, cologne, and the faint hint of sleep and sex.
Slade put her back on her feet and spun her around. Just like in the garage, his fingers opened her jeans. Slade crouched and pulled her jeans and panties down in one swift move.
“Step out, sweetheart,” Slade ordered. “Need your legs spread wide for my cock.”
Nelle bit her bottom lip and shuddered. Her nipples tightened and rubbed against the inside of her bra. She then felt the slight sting as Slade ripped the tape off the bandage covering her fresh tattoo.
“Meant what I said, sweetheart,” Slade growled. “Going to come all over this ink.”
With that said, Slade stood up and grabbed for Nelle’s hips. She bent forward, no command needed for that. She thrust her ass up into the air and back at Slade. She couldn’t believe how wet she was right now. Her pussy soaked. Even with the pain from the tattoo. Even with that awful taste of the whiskey in her stomach, reminding her that she threw up when she drank too much whiskey.
Even with the fire of grief burning deep in her chest…
Slade put his left boot up on the bed. This massive boot… Nelle stared at it. Slade’s fingers cut between her legs, down and around from her ass, sliding against her wetness.
She turned her head just in time to see Slade then licking his fingertips. Her body shuddered. She’d never met someone so addicted to the taste of her pussy before. Slade then pressed his full, thick cock against her slit. He glided himself up and downa few times, spreading her labia, playing with her throbbing entrance.
Then—in an aggressive outlaw fashion—Slade plowed forward with all his might.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
